It is located at the junction of the Mir Forest and the Spider Swamp. At a glance, all you can see is the red weathered bare Gobi desert and the low earthen houses that are randomly located on the hillside in no particular order.
When the wind blows, dust mixed with gravel can directly cover the sky and the sun, making it impossible for people to see places a little further away.
There is virtually no agriculture and no grazing as the land and climate are totally unsuitable for farming.
The local residents could only eke out a living by relying on a small number of workshops and providing services such as accommodation to passing caravans.
The extreme drought has also led to a scarcity of water resources.
The entire town relies on a deep well located in a huge cave for daily water.
Normally, such extremely precious resources essential for survival under special circumstances would definitely trigger a series of brutal fights.
The person or force that ultimately wins will establish an unshakable dictatorship in Amkesalan and make a fortune by selling water at high prices.
After all, a person may not die if he does not eat for a few days, but he will definitely not survive if he does not drink water for a few days, and the death process will be extremely painful.
But fortunately, the town did not engage in a bloody fight over its only water resource.
The reason is that a warrior monk monastery took over the well and distributed the water to everyone in a relatively fair manner. At the same time, they also took the initiative to assume the responsibility of maintaining law and order and resisting invasions by bandits and monsters.
To be precise, Amkhtaran was built around this astonishing monastery.
Although it is located in Kalinshan, it has never been part of the country's administrative system. It is more like an independent village that is "self-built" and "autonomous".
The most important thing is that this place is poor and dilapidated, and its geographical location is not important, let alone posing a so-called threat.
Therefore, whether it was when it was ruled by the Entangled Symbol in the past, during the reign of Shane VII, or the current West Coast Empire, no officials or troops were sent to take over, but instead the Monk Monastery was allowed to maintain its status quo.
After all, there were no people in Amkhsalan, no mines, and even the land itself had no value at all. There was not even a river or a bush around it.
Even if Zuo Si himself were to draw up a development plan, for a barren town like this with only a few hundred people, the most he could do was to move people to relatively fertile land and build a village.
What's more, in the monastery of the small town in front of him lived a monk who might be the strongest monk in the entire continent of Faerun, and also the strongest son of Baal - Balthazar.
He is a monk of LV30 professional level, and has mastered a lot of secret skills that most monks have never even heard of, such as [Reverse Resistance], [Shadow Stance], [Moon Shadow Style], [Flame Sun Style], [Piercing Palm], [Stunning Fist], etc.
Coupled with his strong willpower that had sealed Baal's power since his awakening and never intended to use it, he was completely invincible in close combat.
Legendary warriors of the same level or even ancient dragons would be taken away on the spot by a series of violent attacks if they were not careful.
In fact, among the "Five Descendants", the one that Melisand feared the most was Balthazar, who had no desires and was determined to completely eliminate his other brothers and sisters, and then commit suicide to destroy all of Baal's bloodline in this world.
If he really did it, it would inevitably greatly weaken the power of the Blood Throne.
Even if Melisand's final plan to become a god succeeds, she will face a considerable trouble.
At this moment, Balthazar and Melissan were on the rooftop of the second floor of the monastery, staring at each other across a table.
Although the former was wrapped in a slightly tattered robe, one could still see a large number of sealing runes tattooed on his bald head.
Especially the mysterious symbol between the eyebrows. Even Melisand could vaguely feel a sense of oppression that could not be described in words.
Obviously, although Balthazar has never used the power of Baal, with the deaths of many other sons of Baal, the divine power and divinity in his body have long accumulated to a critical point.
Now all he needs is an opportunity, an opportunity that comes from his own understanding of killing and death, and he can instantly transform into a true demigod.
This made Melissan, who had just become a demigod, feel uneasy, and she desperately wanted to find a way to get rid of it.
However, because they were unsure of Balthazar's cards, they were afraid to take any risks and did not dare to try it rashly.
So the man who was once the first chosen of Baal came up with the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife, which was to instigate Balthazar to deal with several other equally powerful sons of Baal.
It would be best if you died in the process.
Even if she succeeds, it doesn't matter. She can collect enough intelligence through observation and then adopt targeted tactics.
In short, Melissan’s biggest wish at the moment is to let the five races start killing each other as soon as possible.
To this end, she did not hesitate to contact these powerful sons of Baal again and again, revealing each other's plans and ambitions to them.
Unfortunately, the plan did not go smoothly.
Especially the abnormal energy surge not long ago, and the passage connecting to the Blood Throne that suddenly appeared out of nowhere above the Son of Bhaal's head, made Melisand realize for the first time that the situation seemed to be increasingly out of her control, and was gradually developing towards a runaway trend.
If things continue like this, sooner or later all five races will become quasi-gods or even demigods.
By then, the fight for the Blood Throne will inevitably become more dangerous, and all previous efforts will be wasted if we are not careful.
Thinking of this, Meilishan took a deep breath and pretended to be nervous and asked tentatively: "How about it, have you thought about it?"
Balthazar nodded calmly: "Yes, I have been preparing for this day a long time ago.
Whether it's Yagasula or Xindai, as long as they dare to start a war, I will personally take action to eliminate them.
This is both my mission and the meaning of my existence.
Compared to these, I think there are three sons of Baal who need special attention, namely Aberdare, Imon and Sancho.
Not long ago, they had carved out an independent space of their own in the kingdom of the God of Murder.
Abazig even told me that he could faintly feel the other person's presence in his own space.
That means these young sons of Bhaal are also qualified to compete for the final ownership of the Blood Throne.
Moreover, two of them, Sancho and Aberdare, can become true quasi-gods as long as they can withstand the test. "
"You are right. These two young men are indeed a potential threat. Moreover, they are allies in the same adventuring team."
There was a strange light in Melisand's eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.
As the person who controls the souls of all the Sons of Bhaal, it is impossible for her to be completely unaware of the fateful battle that is currently taking place.
Just the opposite!
Whether it was Aberdare, Sancho, or Erinikas on the other side, she could use her partial control over the Blood Throne to see everything clearly.
But the problem is that you can watch it, but if you want to intervene, you are just overthinking.
After all, every Son of Baal who awakens and reaches a level close to quasi-god will be affected by his own divine power and divinity, and will directly open up a small kingdom within the kingdom of Baal to store his spiritual essence.
It is equivalent to a miniature, simplified, castrated version of the kingdom of gods, composed entirely of the spirit and will of the Sons of Baal.
Perhaps as the true master of the entire country, the God of Murder has the ability to enter, transform, or even erase these kingdoms within a kingdom.
But Melissa couldn't do that at all.
Even getting a little closer could result in immediate and forceful expulsion.
"In any case, continue to monitor those threatening targets. I will fulfill my promise when the time is right. That's the end of our conversation today, ma'am."
After saying this, Balthazar stood up and made a gesture to see the guest off.
Seeing that her trick of sowing discord had been discovered once again, Melisand had no choice but to get up and say goodbye. Led by two monks at the door, she disappeared in the rolling yellow sand outside the monastery gate.
Standing on the second floor rooftop and looking at the desolate scenery of the town, the powerful monk couldn't help but sigh: "Has the moment that determines fate finally arrived? In this case, isn't my life also entering the final countdown? In this case, let all the killing, blood, violence and death end completely in my hands.
Baal's filthy and foul bloodline should not remain in this world.
Whatever evil I may have to commit in the process of achieving this goal, I am willing to bear it all on my own.”
Without a doubt, Balthazar is the only one among the many sons of Bhaal who is not evil but tends to be lawful good.
如果不是身上流淌着谋杀之神的血脉，他可能会成为一名强大且受人尊敬的武僧大师，并且永远保护着这个屹立在荒凉土地上的小镇。
只可惜，自从梅丽珊找上门的那一刻起，他原本平静祥和的生活就彻底不复存在了。
而且为了抑制不断膨胀的杀戮神力与神性，巴萨扎还通过向月之女神苏伦祈祷掌握了一种神符，可以压制封印巴尔的力量。
这也是为什么其余五裔有一个算一个都十分畏惧他的原因。
顺便一提句，在托瑞尔星球所在的晶壁内，月之女神苏伦才是真正意义上的光明之神，在创世神话传说中是她带来了第一个太阳。
另外，苏伦虽然是月之女神，可是却并不代表月亮本身。
就好像太阳神并不代表太阳一样，都是凡人一厢情愿的认知与相信造成的结果。
托瑞尔的月亮仅仅只是一个天体卫星，上边甚至还居住着一些凡人。
他们非但不信仰苏伦，反倒是主要信仰幻影女神莱拉。
据说是因为这位女神为了回馈月球人的信仰，还在面朝托瑞尔星球的一面释放了一个巨大的幻术，导致托瑞尔上的人们看不到月亮上的建筑和生物。
就在巴萨扎思索自己下一步应该采取什么行动的时候，突然感觉身后好像站着一个人。
凭借超人的神经反射，他立刻以极快的速度转过头，结果看到一名黑发黑眼的青年不知何时出现在距离自己大概七八米远的楼梯口。
而且丝毫没有惊动修道院内其他正在训练、冥想和巡逻的武僧。
“你是谁？又是怎么进来的？”巴萨扎一脸疑惑的问。
出于对自己实力的信心，他没有立刻做出过于激烈的反应，而是想要首先搞清楚对方的身份和目的。
“你好，巴萨扎。
尽管严格意义上来说这算是第一次见面。
但实际上我已经关注你很长一段时间了。
你可以叫我索斯，相信有这个名字已经不需要再做任何过多的解释。”
左思非常干脆的表明了身份。
因为知道，眼前这位强大的武僧并不是敌人，至少现在还不是，反倒是有可能成为不错的盟友。
“帝国皇帝？！”
巴萨扎明显吃了一惊。
毕竟修道院所在的安姆克萨蓝镇就是坐落在卡林衫的土地上。
因此不管是之前夏恩七世的复辟和轰轰烈烈的解放奴隶运动，还是后来借助联姻缔造出庞大西海岸帝国，以及帝国建立后蓬勃发展的经济，他都无一例外的看在眼里。
与之前卡林衫地区统治阶级骄奢淫逸、底层穷人长期生活在水深火热之中的情况相比，现如今的状况无疑可以用“地上天国”来形容。
尤其是大量清洗了原本的贵族、富商和奴隶主，使得无数被长期垄断的资源跟财富得以重新分配。
司法与官僚体系的高效运转，也让人们第一次感受到了前所未有的安全、秩序，以及相对的公平。
虽然巴萨扎并不懂经济、统治、司法这些领域的专业知识，可也能够感觉到西海岸帝国的最高统治者是个非常难得的英明君主，可以带来长期的繁荣与稳定。
所以他很早以前就做好了准备，打算等帝国派遣官员来进行统治的时候就直接把权力交出去。
可令巴萨扎万万没想到的是，自己没等来官员和军队，反倒是等来了皇帝本人。
左思用半开玩笑的语气调侃道：“没错。我想在卡林衫，还没有人敢顶着我的名号招摇撞骗。因为根据法律，凡是这样做的人都将被处以极刑。”
“如果我没猜错的话，你肯定不是为了安姆克萨蓝这座只有几百人的小镇来的。因为它可不值得帝国皇帝亲自出马。”巴萨扎小心翼翼的试探道。
“你猜对了。事实上，我这次来跟脚下的小镇没有半点关系，而是想要跟你讨论一下关于五裔和巴尔之子的事情，以及刚才离开的那位女士的真面目。”
说着，左思从口袋里掏出了一本呈现出暗红色的书籍递了过去。
巴萨扎下意识接过来打开扫了一眼，瞬间便被里边用鲜血作为墨水书写的内容吸引住了。
因为这本书就是巴尔教会内部的典籍，记载了梅丽珊是如何从普通祭祀一点一点受到谋杀之神的青睐，最终爬到第一选民位置的故事。
尽管梅丽珊一直在试图隐藏自己的过去，可左思显然有太多方法可以找到相关的线索。
在看完了整本书之后，巴萨扎的脸色顿时变得异常难看，抬起头询问：“所以这个女人仍旧效忠于谋杀之神巴尔？她之所以不断煽动我们自相残杀，就是为了能够让那些污秽的邪神得以复活？”
左思轻轻摇了摇头：“不，当然不是。
其实在动荡之年尚未结束的时候，她就已经背叛了自己所侍奉的神，开始谋划着想要取而代之。
通过这些年不断收集那些死去巴尔之子的灵魂、神性和神力，你猜这位女士现在已经变得有多么强大。
所以我建议从现在开始起，最好不要直接提及她的名字。”
“你的意思是……她现在已经是个神了？”
作为修道院的武僧，巴萨扎显然读过很多神学类的书籍，明白提及名字就可能导致信息的泄露意味着什么。
“暂时还不确定。但我这个人喜欢凡事都做最坏的打算，所以就当她已经成为半神吧。”
左思给出了一个模棱两可的答案。
因为他来的时候虽然看到了梅丽珊，但却没有感受到之前那种与神面对面的巨大压力。
也许是梅丽珊在诸神中属于最弱的那一档，也不排除是她隐藏的好。
反正左思暂时不太想要打草惊蛇。
“也就是说，不管是五裔也好，还是之前大量把巴尔之子聚集起来杀掉，都是那个女人计划的一部分。她在利用我们来让自己变得越来越强大，直至完全掌握鲜血王座成为新的谋杀之神？”
很显然，梅丽珊野心勃勃的真面目给了巴萨扎前所未有的冲击。
尽管他之前也能隐约察觉到，这个总是向包括自己在内的五裔不断承诺权力、力量、名声、财富的年长女士肯定隐瞒了什么秘密。
可是无论如何都没想到，对方居然是想要通过欺骗、愚弄和操纵的方式，献祭所有的巴尔之子来夺取鲜血王座自己封神。
更可笑的是绝大部分的巴尔之子都将其视作了一个和蔼可亲的保护者。
即便是五裔，也仅仅只认为梅丽珊是巴尔教会的一名祭祀，想要帮助最强大的巴尔之子登上神位，以便可以在事后得到奖赏。
这是何等的阴险狡诈！ 何等的冷酷残忍！ 那种呼之欲出的野心与疯狂，直接让巴萨扎脑海中原本的梅丽珊形象彻底破灭，取而代之的是比谋杀之神更加邪恶、更加丧心病狂的恶魔。
他突然意识到，与受到血脉本能驱使的巴尔之子相比，梅丽珊才是最邪恶、最污秽的存在。
眼见这位传奇武僧已经理解事情的真相，左思这才用一种不紧不慢的语气说道：“你猜的没错。
根据我的调查结果，当年巴尔死亡后，他的教会就开始积极行动把散落在世界各地的巴尔之子集中起来，想要通过一场盛大的杀戮与献祭来复活自己的神。
可遗憾的是这种献祭被包括竖琴手在内的很多善良、中立的组织打断了。
向这些组织透露情报的人，就是这位背叛了谋杀之神的第一选民。
通过这次背叛，她不仅成功打乱了巴尔的复活计划，同时也窃取了大量巴尔之子的灵魂、神性和神力，还拿到部分控制鲜血王座的权柄。
所以相比起其他巴尔之子，这个女人才是最危险的敌人。
我知道你一直在渴望清除谋杀之神在这个世界上留下的污秽血脉，甚至是一劳永逸的摧毁他使其无法复活。
碰巧的是我也刚好有这样的意愿。
既然我们拥有一个共同的目标，为什么不结成同盟呢？”
“结盟？莫非你也在窥探鲜血的王座！”
巴萨扎猛地抬起头，眼睛里闪烁着冰冷的寒光，同时散发出一种骇人的“气势”。
一股无形的力场以他为中心开始向周围扩张。
之所以气势两个字打引号，是因为这并不是一种形容，而是能够切身感受到的能量，同时也是武僧独有的力量体系。
其本质仍旧是对于魔法能量的一种运用。
通过操纵这些能量，武僧可以通过攻击和调整呼吸的节奏，徒手打出许多类法术能力的效果，并且还能用能量强化自身。
A monk like Balthazar who has reached level 30, when endowed with the secret art of [Reverse Resistance], can even rely on his body's terrifying magic resistance and immunity to directly withstand many nine-ring magics and only suffer minor injuries.
Magic spells that have effects like immobilization, charm, control, instant death, etc., are completely ineffective.
Obviously, such a fierce reaction shows that Balthazar is hostile to his father Baal in his bones.
In his opinion, whether it is the Son of Bhaal, Melisand, or anyone else who desires this power, they are all potential huge threats and must be eliminated.
However, Zuo Si was obviously not frightened by the other party. He just pursed his lips and smiled.
Save your energy.
You are not my opponent, and I am not your enemy.
After all, I have never concealed my intentions for the Blood Throne.
But what you want to get is a little different from what you imagined.
I have no intention of becoming a god. I simply want to take away the priesthood of death that originally belonged to Baal, as well as the enormous divine power accumulated in the Blood Throne.
In this way, even if your father is resurrected through some means in the future, his power and influence will be greatly weakened, and he will no longer be able to stir up trouble like before.
Believe me, I'm very experienced in this area.
The best example is the Prince of Lies, Xirik, who fell from a powerful god to having no sense of existence at all now. "
"Then what about Sancho, Aberdare and Imoen? You don't want one of them to step forward and inherit Bal's position?" Balthazar asked with a frown.
“No, I have no such plan.
Sancho is my disciple, I am just training him.
As for whether or not to become the new God of Murder, that depends on his own choice.
Imoen was not interested in Baal's power at all.
I believe she would be very happy to give up her divinity and power and become an ordinary adventurer at the final moment.
In contrast, the situation in Aberdare is slightly more complicated.
To be precise, he has been infiltrated and controlled, and is one of the few people who can be 100% sure to become the vessel for Baal's resurrection.
That's why I came to you for cooperation.
As long as we work together, we will be able to perfectly solve all these hidden dangers."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.
Balthazar lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out his right hand and shook it tightly with Zuo Si, and warned in a very serious tone: "Okay, since you have provided so much key information, I will trust you for now.
But let me be frank.
If one day I find out that you are deceiving and using me just like that woman, don't blame me for being ruthless.
I don't care about your status as emperor, let alone your status as one of the chosen ones of God.
Even if it costs you your life, you will pay the price for it."
"Please don't worry, I won't lie to anyone but you.
There are too few people in this world who are willing to sacrifice themselves for some lofty ideals and reasons.
What's more, someone like you could have enjoyed the powerful strength brought by Baal's power and divinity with peace of mind, and pursued to inherit the Blood Throne and become a true god like other sons of Baal.
You may not believe it, but I have always admired you.
Whether it is the persistent self-restraint or the decisive choice made after learning about his life experience.
If I can, I hope you can survive in another form and experience the vastness and different customs of the multiverse with me."
After saying this, an unfathomable look appeared on Zuo Si's face, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
Balthazar stood there in a daze, unable to understand for a long time what the other party wanted to express in the end.
…
At the same time, far away in the Kingdom of Baal, centered on the Blood Throne.
Sancho was standing alone on a barren black land, looking at the blood-red sky above his head, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.
Without asking, one would know that he had been separated from the rest of the team, or his soul had been teleported to another place alone.
Because his mental power had become strong enough, and the moment the channel opened, his divine power and divinity skyrocketed, and he eventually successfully transcended the limits of mortals and ignited the spark of divinity to become a quasi-god.
This means that one can exist in a pure spiritual and philosophical form away from the physical body, and is naturally qualified to establish a small space of his own here.
As for the rest of the team, they were pulled into another relatively independent space by Aberdale.
They are currently undergoing trials with Erinikas, and their final fate will be determined by a final battle.
However, Sancho obviously didn't know all this. He just frowned and looked around, using his divine power and divinity to feel the current state of his body.
After about seven or eight minutes, he sighed slightly and smiled bitterly, "It is indeed a place in the outer plane that tends to be evil.
Am I dead? Or was I sucked into the passage above my head that connects to the Blood Throne?
If I'm not dead, what's the condition of my body now?
If you die, what is the soul that ignites the divine spark? It is really confusing. "
But despite his complaints, the boy quickly walked along a path towards the stairs leading to deeper areas.
When he passed through the dark and deep passage, his vision suddenly opened up.
On a plain covered with thorns and weeds, a man in armor holding a two-handed giant sword stood firmly in the center.
Because he was wearing a fully enclosed helmet, his face couldn't be seen clearly at all.
Just as Sancho stepped into the plain, the man who had been standing there motionless like a statue suddenly greeted him in a deep voice: "Long time no see, my dear brother.
I can't believe that you, who didn't even have the ability to resist at the beginning, have come to this point.
I thought the first person to show up here was that idiot from Aberdare.
But now it seems that you have more potential than him."
"You are... Sarevok?!"
Sancho instantly recognized the fully armed warrior in front of him as the mastermind behind a series of conspiracies in Baldur's Gate, and also the murderer who killed Aberdare's adoptive father Gorion.
"Yes, that's me."
Sarevok opened the visor of his helmet, revealing his ferocious and bloodthirsty face.
Unlike when he was alive, after his death he no longer looked as confident as before, but instead was filled with a twisted hatred as he had lost most of his divine power and divinity.
Yes, he hated the fact that the boy in front of him was not only alive, but also had reached a height that he had never reached.
Although Sarevok once gained a small piece of land in the kingdom of Baal by recruiting believers, he is still far from becoming a quasi-god.
"Why are you here?"
Sancho became a little more alert, but he didn't show any nervousness.
After all, he is now very powerful and has no need to be afraid of a failed and dead Son of Baal.
A dark red light flashed in Sarevok's eyes, and he replied in a chilling tone, "This is our father's country.
As a son of Bhaal, where else can my soul go after death if not here?
Do you know how painful it was for me every minute and every second during this period after my death?
And how eager I am to chop you and Aberdare into pieces?"
"So you're here for revenge? But I don't quite understand. Even if you want revenge, you should go to Aberdare.
If I'm not mistaken, he should be in some independent space here now."
As he spoke, Sancho took a step forward and looked into Sarevok's terrifying eyes without hesitation.
"Revenge? No, that's not what I want.
Or maybe revenge has no meaning to me now.
Because my essence as the Son of God has been taken away, only a remnant of soul is left lingering.
In other words, I have lost the qualification to compete for the inheritance of the Blood Throne.
Now I just want a chance to be resurrected.
And you are the one who can help me.
In return, I can tell you some secrets about this space and tips on how to use it properly.
At the same time, they are willing to remain loyal to you until you complete this journey and make the final choice.
How about this, isn’t this a good deal?”
Sarevok stated his conditions directly.
The reason why he did not choose to find Aberdare but came to Sancho was that he saw that the latter was stronger and had a more rational way of thinking, and he was likely to become the final winner.
Since he couldn't seize the Blood Throne himself, he would help another Son of Bhaal to seize it.
As for why he did this, I'm afraid even Sarevok himself doesn't quite understand.
Because past failures were like a black hole, constantly devouring his mind.
If this point cannot be satisfied, the whole person may go completely crazy or become a numb walking corpse.
But Sancho was undoubtedly wary of the deal proposed by Sarevok. He narrowed his eyes and asked back: "How can I help you? Or what do I need to pay in the process of resurrecting you?"
"Just a tiny fragment of soul will do."
Sarevok deliberately pretended to be relaxed as he gave the answer.
moment!
Sancho’s expression changed, becoming dangerous and cold, and he immediately refused: “Sorry, I’m not interested in this deal.
The soul is the most precious thing a person has.
Even just a small tear could cause huge hidden dangers.
I suggest you go straight to Aberdare, and that fool might agree."
"Don't you want to know the secrets of this space and the techniques to control it?"
Sarevok questioned loudly, obviously not expecting the boy to refuse so decisively, without even the slightest room for maneuver.
“You don’t need to tell me this.
Since this is our father's country, and my arrival created this independent space, it means that it is equivalent to the projection of my spirit, will and soul.
I can reshape it by my own will and divine power.
You want to use this little thing to threaten me? Sorry, the education I received, the knowledge I mastered, and the admonitions from my mentors are beyond the reach of a warrior like you."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Sancho suddenly raised his hands and released a large amount of divine power.
The next second...
The originally dark and deep environment suddenly became colorful.
The weeds and thorns were quickly replaced by emerald green woods, bushes and grass, and a small sun rose overhead, emitting light and heat.
There is no doubt that this ability to reshape the surrounding environment through divine power is one of the basic abilities that enables gods to build their own kingdoms in the outer planes.
Sarevok's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
He couldn't believe it even in his dreams that the boy in front of him had mastered this technique for the first time, and did it much better than himself.
Just as he was racking his brains to think of how to get the other party to agree to help him resurrect, a burst of crisp applause came from behind.
"Well done. My dear disciple, it seems that you have reached the level where you can become a master. How do you feel as a semi-spiritual, semi-material quasi-god? Do you feel that you can do anything?"
Zuo Si clapped his hands and looked with interest at Sancho, who inadvertently exuded majesty, and the surrounding environment that had been completely changed.
Although this independent space is not large, with a radius of only a few hundred meters, it is still quite difficult to achieve this.
After all, this is a creation out of thin air, and it is a plant-type life.
"Teacher? Why are you here?!"
Sancho's eyes widened in disbelief.
Zuo Si sneered and asked back, "Why can't I be here? Don't forget, I am a planeswalker who can travel freely between any plane, crystal wall, and even the universe.
As long as there is an accurate spatial coordinate, even God cannot stop me from entering or leaving.
What's more, when the passage to the Blood Throne was opened, I had already locked onto your location."
"What is going on? Why is my soul here?"
Sancho asked impatiently.
He wanted to know whether he was alive or dead in his current state.
Zuo Si walked closer, patted the boy on the shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't worry, this matter may be a little complicated to explain.
But to sum it up simply in one sentence, your deceased father, the God of Murder, is most likely causing trouble in the astral realm in an attempt to muddy the waters.
Only he can exert influence on all the sons of Baal on such a large scale and connect them to the Blood Throne."
"Wait! Are you saying that it's not just me, Aberdare, and Imoen who are affected, but all the sons of Bhaal in the entire continent of Faerûn?"
Sancho was so smart that he immediately realized the huge conspiracy behind this matter.
"Yes.
According to Davian's report, the powers of many of the Sons of Bhaal have grown much stronger as the energy surges.
Some of them couldn't help but get restless.
So I have to get you out here as soon as possible to deal with these troubles.
As long as your soul leaves here, you can immediately return to your body and wake up again."
After saying that, Zuo Si grabbed the boy's shoulders and prepared to take him back to Furen.
When the interdimensional teleportation magic was about to be activated, Sarevok could no longer resist and rushed forward and roared, "No! You can't take him away! I need a small piece of his soul to revive him!"
"Um?"
Zuo Si stopped walking instantly, turned around and looked at this ambitious man who started a war in Baldur's Gate in order to achieve the goal of becoming a god, and said with a smile: "Please give me a reason to help you."
"Just take me away from this damn place! I am willing to swear my eternal loyalty to you and serve you!"
Sharevok obviously knew that his chips were limited, so he chose to go all in from the beginning.
He understood that loyalty and ability were the only things he could offer.
"Deal. But the process and results may be slightly different from what you imagined."
There was a hint of imperceptible amusement in Zuo Si's eyes. He raised his hand and released a powerful necromancy spell, snatching Sarevok's soul directly from the kingdom of Baal and temporarily sealing it in a gem.
It's no wonder that he's planning to turn this crazy and powerful warrior into a planeswalker card.
As to whether it is an ordinary summoned creature or a more advanced follower, it still requires some consideration.
After doing all this, Zuo Si took Sancho and left the Kingdom of Bal, which was in a slow stage of collapse...
(End of this chapter)