Davian picked up the Blazing Death Sword that had fallen to the ground and instantly released the amazing energy contained in it.
boom!!!!!!
With a loud bang and explosion, his entire body instantly turned into an extremely huge high-temperature fireball and exploded.
After the flames and heat waves faded away, both the soldiers guarding the distant city walls and the other fire giants around could clearly see an incredibly huge red flaming dragon appear on the spot.
At this moment, they finally confirmed that Davian in human form was the transformed Flame Dragon.
"Humph! Pointless struggle. Do you think you can kill me by turning into a bigger dragon?"
Yagasula grinned with a bloodthirsty smile, and immediately spread his legs and charged with an agility and speed that was extremely disproportionate to his huge body. He raised the heavy +4 rune hammer high with both hands and smashed it down at the head of the flaming dragon.
Since he is half fire giant, he is not afraid of the high temperature flames surrounding him.
The next second...
Bang! The heavy hammer plus the terrifying force beyond the limit smashed the dragon's head into pieces on the spot.
I don't know if it was blood or flowing liquid flame, but it splashed three or four meters high, and the area above the eyes was completely destroyed.
If an ordinary dragon suffered such injuries, it would basically be doomed.
Just as Yagasula landed on the ground and was about to announce to the other fire giants around him that he had won the battle, he suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief to see that the destroyed dragon's head suddenly ignited a ball of fire in just a few seconds, and then recovered as before, which was simply a replica of his immortality just now.
“This…how is this possible?!”
The Son of Bhaal obviously couldn't accept that the ability he was so proud of was actually mastered by another enemy.
The other fire giants around him had a similar reaction.
"Do you think you are the only one in this world who is immortal?"
Davian instantly released a fireball at himself to replenish his lost vitality, then slightly moved his half-dragon, half-elemental body, and asked back in a condescending and slightly disdainful tone.
"Flame... Elements... Ah! I see! Your power comes from some powerful being in the plane of fire, so you can regenerate infinitely in flames."
Raised by a priestess of Baal, the swamp witch and god of murder, Yagasura obviously couldn't be an idiot.
Quite the opposite.
He was quite smart and immediately figured out why the Flame Dragon Knight could recover from his injuries so quickly. At the same time, his expression gradually changed from smug to ugly.
Because as a person with immortality, Yagasura knew very well how difficult and disgusting this ability was.
Many powerful Sons of Bhaal were worn out by him or had used up all their spells, and could only watch in despair as they were smashed into meat patties by the hammer.
What's even more terrible is that the essence of the opponent's power is the element of fire.
As a half fire giant, he simply had no other ability to restrain it.
The human mages who came from afar to join the Fire Giant Legion in the rear were able to release some frost magic to restrain this regeneration.
But the problem is that most of those spells are area damage, which will implicate you who are also weak to ice.
Although Yagasura is immortal, he cannot actually be killed by frost magic.
However, his natural fear of cold made him not want to experience that terrible feeling at all.
Just as the son of Baal was in entanglement and hesitation, Davian, who had never known fear, took the lead in attacking. He swung his huge dragon claws and pounced on him, instantly pinning him to the ground. He opened his big mouth full of fangs and bit one of his arms tightly, laughing like a madman: "Hahahaha! Since we won't be killed easily, let's fight happily and enjoy the fun of battle! What's the matter, are you afraid?"
"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Damn it! You're hurting me! I'm going to tear your body apart! And pry out every tooth in your mouth!"
The severe pain in his arm also made Yagasula extremely angry. He swung the hammer with his other hand and smashed it hard at the body of the flaming dragon.
Although in terms of size, he is just a tiny guy at "only" four meters tall.
But because he is the Son of God, he did not suffer much in terms of strength.
Especially after it transformed into a super giant killer, the battle basically turned into a fight between monsters.
Several fire giants rushed forward to help their leader, but were instantly crushed to death by the tumbling flaming dragon.
Wherever they passed, they would instantly be covered by high temperature flames, forming boiling lava pools.
The two sides fought evenly for dozens of minutes or even hours, and neither side could do anything to the other.
Yagasura learned the secret technique of digging out his own heart and roasting it over a magical flame from his adoptive mother.
Therefore, he not only possesses unimaginable protection, spell immunity and resistance, but also no matter how serious the injury is, he will fully recover in an instant.
Similarly, the Flame Dragon Knight Davidian can also continuously restore his vitality in any place where the fire element is abundant, and repair his semi-elemental body that has no vital parts.
He inherited the power from the Prince of Fire Elemental, which gave him the ability to use fireballs, fire walls and a flame aura infinitely.
Unless the gods themselves intervene, ordinary physical and magical attacks would hardly cause devastating damage all at once.
To put it bluntly, these two guys are meat shields with high health, strong defense, and powerful recovery abilities.
It would be impossible to determine the winner without several days or even weeks of consumption.
Moreover, it is very difficult for outsiders to intervene in a competition of this level.
So after observing for a while, the remaining fire giants and the human mages, warriors, and priests who joined them avoided the area and rushed towards the walls of Saradush again.
They obviously felt that with Yagasura tying down the enemy's most powerful force, they could take over this city ruled by weak humans in minutes with their own racial advantages and impact force.
But unfortunately, ideals are full and reality is very skinny.
Knowing that Saradush was at the forefront of the final battle against the Sons of Bhaal, Zuo Si deployed a considerable number of arcane spellcasters here.
The huge tower in the center of the city even supports a protective shield composed of a hemispherical force field to block the huge rocks falling from the sky.
Most civilians had already been brought here for resettlement and shelter, so there was no need to worry about their lives being threatened.
The only regret is that those houses outside the force field protection are left to fate.
If you are unlucky and get hit by a huge rock falling from the sky, all your belongings inside will be destroyed. There is no chance of luck at all.
Of course, this terrible war was not entirely a bad thing for the imperial bureaucrats sent to rule.
As the saying goes, the old does not go before the new comes.
The more of those crowded and unplanned cluttered buildings were destroyed, the smoother their plan to reshape Saradush would be able to proceed, and they would also be able to save a lot of money on land acquisition, killing birds two with one stone.
Moreover, by providing cheap rental housing through post-war reconstruction, one can win the hearts of the people, leave a good mark on one's resume, and lay a solid foundation for future assessments and promotions.
The reason why these guys are so utilitarian is rooted in the long-standing tradition of slavery in the Kalinshan region and the deep-rooted mindset of the upper elite ruling class that they do not regard civilians as human beings.
Even after the freeing of all slaves and the establishment of the West Coast Empire, their overall outlook did not change much.
Everything is done just to achieve those quantitative indicators so as to keep climbing up in the new power system.
After all, the biggest difference between a mature bureaucratic system and the past when aristocrats and wealthy businessmen controlled everything is that power cannot be inherited.
Although fathers who are high-ranking officials can provide a relatively high starting point and pass on experience, in the end one still has to rely on one's own talent and hard work to pass numerous screenings and become a superior person.
Just when the bureaucrats regarded the siege by the fire giant army as a good opportunity to improve their political achievements, a short and thin figure suddenly appeared out of thin air above the city gate, with his arms outstretched, performing dazzlingly complex spellcasting movements.
Along with the sound of chanting spells, an indescribable biting cold suddenly made the charging fire giants outside the city wall shiver involuntarily.
Before they could react to what was happening, a large area within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly began to experience strange conditions of ice and snow.
The cold wind blowing in his face made the fire giant shiver in just a few seconds. His hair and beard were frozen into hard lumps of ice due to the extremely low temperature, and would break immediately if touched slightly.
As for the humans, orcs, half-orcs and hobgoblins who joined the fire giant army, they were quickly frozen into running ice sculptures in less than ten seconds.
You should know that this is Kalinshan, which is famous for its hot and rainy weather. It is located in the south of the west coast of the continent of Faerun. Most people don't need to wear warm clothes in their entire lives. They just need to put on a linen shirt or silk robe on the outside.
So when the severe cold hit a large area, they had no ability to resist and were hit one after another.
Except for some mages who reacted quickly and cast spells to resist cold damage, the rest were almost wiped out in this round.
Only a small number of fire giants with higher professional levels and stronger vitality turned around immediately after realizing that something was wrong, and thus successfully escaped the influence of the ultra-low temperature and saved their lives.
As a fire subspecies among giants, all cold energy damage can cause a lot of additional damage to them.
Therefore, anyone who ran a little slower would have been frozen to death, and could only watch helplessly as the temperature of their body dropped lower and lower until they completely lost consciousness and froze to death.
There is no doubt that this is a very typical legendary magic - cold winter.
Its biggest feature is that it creates a large area of ultra-low temperatures of more than 100 degrees Celsius below zero, just like the polar regions, accompanied by violent blizzards, causing creatures in the range to quickly become hypothermic and die.
Although the coverage area is not large, the magic core area only has a radius of a few hundred meters.
But it lasts for a full twenty hours and can continue to spread to the surrounding area, forming an impact area of several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers in radius.
Needless to say, the one who performed this legendary magic was none other than Sancho, who was assigned to cooperate with David in Saradush.
Along with the death of a large number of creatures, the divine power in his body began to grow, expand, and boil at a speed visible to the naked eye, exuding a cold temperament unique to the Son of Baal.
After all, even if a person is originally kind-hearted, if he watches betrayal, killing and death happening around him all day long, he will gradually become hard-hearted.
It's like the soldiers on the battlefield. When they first see the bloody corpses, whether they are their own or the enemy's, they will subconsciously feel fear and terror.
But as time goes by and the body's protection mechanism is activated, they will quickly adapt, become numb, or even enjoy the excitement and pleasure brought by killing, destruction and plundering.
What's more, those killed this time were basically fire giants and mercenaries who joined the Fire Giant Legion in order to plunder the wealth of Saradush.
Just as Sancho's pupils flashed with a light colder than the legendary magic, and he was about to rush down to cooperate with Davian to directly annihilate this legion and eliminate the trouble forever, an irresistible force tightly imprisoned his soul.
moment!
Under the influence of this power, he transcended the constraints of the flesh and the plane and suddenly appeared in the independent space that he had transformed in the kingdom of Baal, the god of murder.
Just a second later, a mysterious voice that sounded like a hymn rang in my ears.
"Welcome, Son of God, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
You have transcended the limits of mortals and are embarking on a sacred and great path to immortality.
I will serve as a guide to help you understand yourself and ensure that you can fulfill your duties immediately after becoming a true god."
Following the voice, Sancho saw a female angel with eyes shining with golden light like a god. She was standing under a sycamore tree not far away, with a smile on her face that was as warm and kind as the spring breeze.
Seraphic Servant!
He immediately recognized the other person's identity.
Since he had seen the nature goddess Nimidona more than once before, the boy was quite familiar with this creature that also possessed divinity and power comparable to that of a demigod.
I just don't understand why the other party would appear in the country of my evil father.
In addition, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Sancho always felt that the Seraph in front of him seemed even more powerful, just like a real god, and his every move contained unimaginable majesty and power.
"Who are you?"
Sancho took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, while cautiously testing the waters.
“As the messenger of fate and the gods, I have existed since before the first thread of fate was woven.
And you, Son of God, are standing at the crossroads of destiny.
The divine light has now awakened within all the Sons of Bhaal.
Some of you have even ignited the spark of divinity and possessed the power of quasi-god or even demi-god.
This is too dangerous for mortals in the material world.
Even a single engagement would result in the deaths of tens of thousands of people, as well as massive damage to the environment and landscape.
By order of His Majesty Io, the God of Gods, from this moment on, the powers of all Sons of Bhaal will be restricted to a certain degree.
You can continue to use those superhuman powers, but their impact on the material world will be greatly reduced."
The Seraphic Servant stated his purpose very simply and directly.
"So you are here on behalf of the gods, especially Io, the god above all gods, to inform me that the power of the gods will be restricted in the future?"
Sancho raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Not long ago, he was still wondering, as the power of his sons of Bhaal became stronger and stronger, when would the gods choose to intervene?
But I didn't expect that what was supposed to come would come in just a few days.
The Seraphic Servant shook his head slightly: "No, Son of God.
My role is not just to inform, but also to monitor and ensure the entire process is under control.
In addition, I will teach all the Sons of Bhaal who have earned their destiny how to correctly understand the divine essence within themselves and the subconscious understanding of themselves.
Becoming a qualified god is not as simple as you imagine. It is not as simple as killing all other brothers and sisters, seizing all the power left by Baal in this world, and then inheriting the Blood Throne.
God represents absolute free will without interference from the outside world and the endless pursuit of a certain idea and a single goal.
If one cannot do these, he cannot be called a god even if he has obtained the corresponding power.
It's just like you right now, you simply can't abandon your mortal body and completely spiritualize yourself."
"Sorry, I have no intention of becoming the new god of murder," Sancho suddenly interrupted.
"Whether or not to become a god is your choice and has nothing to do with me.
But I must do my duty to teach you what you must know.
I am an observer, supervisor, and teacher, representing absolute neutrality.
I will not interfere, let alone get involved.
When you defeat your powerful enemy and win your own destiny, I will appear again.
Farewell, Son of God.
I wish you can hold on to the end in this brutal fight."
After saying this, the Seraphic Servant bowed gracefully, then turned into a ray of light and disappeared on the spot.
Sancho was instantly sent back to the battlefield of Saradush from the kingdom of Bal by a force.
Just before he could come to his senses, a strong sense of crisis suddenly gave him courage from the bottom of his heart.
He quickly turned his head and looked back, only to find a pair of sharp and captivating eyes staring at him in the dark corner under the city wall.
The owner of the eyes hooked his finger to signal "Follow me", and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Sancho quickly glanced at the fire giants and mercenaries outside the city wall, who were so frightened by the terrifying destructive power of the legendary magic that they dared not launch any more attacks. After confirming that there was no need to worry about the safety of the city in the short term, he jumped down from a high place and chased after them.
After passing through several alleys and the ruins of buildings, he finally saw the true face of the mysterious man, a monk wearing ascetic robes and a hood.
"You are also a son of Baal?!"
Sancho's pupils suddenly dilated, and he immediately raised his vigilance and alert level to the highest.
Because of all the sons of Bhaal he had met so far, except for Imoen and Aberdare, every one of them basically came to take his life.
"Relax, I'm not your enemy, at least not yet.
In addition, I can also tell you clearly that my name is Balthazar, and I am also one of the Five Races.
But don't worry, I am not on the same page as them, and I have never been interested in the evil and filthy power of the Blood Throne.
There is only one thing I want to do.
That is to wipe out all the blood of Baal, the God of Murder, in this world and completely destroy his ambition to be resurrected."
After saying this, Balthazar took off his hood, revealing his forehead, face, and neck covered with runes densely packed with symbols used to suppress the power of Baal.
Sancho was shocked by the indescribable scene at just one glance.
He simply couldn't believe that there was a son of Baal in this world who could resist the temptation of divine power, completely abandon the gift from his god father, and seal it perfectly with his own will and strength.
"It seems that you already believe what I said. This is good. It can avoid a lot of unnecessary suspicion and doubt."
Balthazar smiled faintly, then pointed to the direction outside the city wall and said to himself: "You should have seen the immortality of Yagasura.
As far as I know, this is a very mysterious and powerful secret technique that comes from ancient natural magic.
The first person to use it was the famous swamp witch, Niali.
Later, for some unknown reasons, this crazy old woman chose to serve Baal, the god of murder, and became a high-level priest.
What’s more interesting is that Niali is also Yagasura’s adoptive mother.
So as long as you can find this swamp witch, you can naturally figure out how Yagasura obtained immortality and how to crack it."
"You want to kill Yagasura with my help?"
Sancho raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone.
"Yes. My goal is to kill all the Sons of Bhaal, even myself.
If you can successfully do this, then I will also provide you with information on Xiandai and Abazig.
Anyway, do your best.
Hope your performance is as good as someone promised.
Otherwise I’ll just have to do it myself.”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Balthazar jumped over the city wall easily and disappeared into the woods in the distance at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
Two fire giants who were cutting wood to build siege equipment discovered him and wanted to intercept him.
As a result, he was killed instantly by this legendary monk with just one punch and one kick.
Especially the fist with supernatural magical power, which blew up the huge body of the fire giant with one blow, turning it into flying pieces of meat. It was even more exaggerated than the effect of a magic hammer hitting the body.
Sancho, who witnessed all this, felt his scalp tingling. He whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Is this the power of the Five Descendants? As an enemy, it's really a bit scary. It seems that the next step is to go find the swamp witch, Niali, to find a way to kill Yagasura."
While he was speaking, he once again returned to the city wall and cast his gaze towards the two people who were still fighting fiercely with fists and blood. Then he began to cast prophecy magic to detect Niali's location.
On the other side of the battlefield, Melissann, who betrayed Baal and wanted to deify herself, was also secretly admiring the war she had started. She raised her lips slightly and revealed a smile of success. She clenched her fists tightly and roared excitedly, "That's right! That's right! Let go and fight to your heart's content! Only when you are all dead can I get the key to the Blood Throne and obtain the sacred power contained in it.
Yagasura is just the beginning.
I also need to introduce more external forces to push this killing feast to a climax. "
There is no doubt that this woman with the power of a demigod can no longer suppress her inner restlessness and has stepped forward to seize the throne she has been planning for many years.
However, what Melisand didn't know was that while she was spying on the throne of the God of Murder, there was another person who was also eyeing her.
Zuo Si, who had just returned from another time and space, was holding a black-covered book he got from Lao Long. He looked at Melissan's back from afar, stroked his chin, and exclaimed with interest, "This is really an excellent experimental material.
I was originally considering where to find a lone demigod to try my luck, but I didn't expect to find one right in front of me.
According to Nicol Bolas, to create a God-Eternal is essentially to kill it and then inject a massive amount of black mana into it to twist the god's most sacred essence toward its inevitable death.
Then control it through powerful spells and the connection created by sparks.
With my current planeswalker level, it might be a little difficult for me to take action against a genuine demigod.
But it’s much easier if it’s a knockoff.”
Needless to say, the book in Zuo Si's hand records all kinds of vicious methods used to deal with gods.
These include but are not limited to brainwashing and controlling the gods born in a world by influencing and changing the mana core of the time and space; dozens of ways to kill gods, and hundreds of magic spells that may be needed; methods of making and forging weapons to kill gods; and the specific process of transforming gods into immortal evil gods.
In any case, when it comes to dealing with gods, Nicol Bolas is very experienced and has summed up more than one set of techniques and methods.
Although these contents may not be completely applicable in the universe where Toril is located, they at least provide a lot of inspiration and ideas.
What's more, until the very end, Melisand was not recognized as a goddess by the Seraphim sent by Io, the God Above Gods.
This means that although she has temporarily gained power comparable to that of a demigod, she has not completely shed her mortal body and become a pure spiritual being, so she is not a complete god.
Zuo Si felt that with his current spark level, this kind of half-baked transformation should just be at the passing line.
If a real demigod were to succeed, it would be a big question mark as to whether he could succeed.
Just as he was about to cast a teleportation spell to return to the Mage Tower to sort out the gains from his short journey across time and space, the Nature Servant suddenly appeared out of nowhere, knelt on one knee and presented him with a ring that flashed a dazzling light under magical vision.
"Father, this is the Ring of Mythrien that you asked me to find. I have found it."
"So fast? Did you encounter any obstacles or troubles?"
Zuo Si took the ring with great surprise and felt the magical power contained in this artifact.
Nimidona shook her head slightly: “No, everything went well.
There was no obstacle at all except for a few hunting masters of the beast god Mara who wanted to seize it.
After I taught them a lesson, these guys quickly gave up and ran away.
Most importantly, I found a seal deep in the forest, and it is very likely that the last incarnation of the Elven Mythril, the God of Mythril, is sleeping inside it."
"Oh? What's the current status of that seal?"
Zuo Si showed a very interested expression.
Because he knew that the god Mythrin Serret was different from other elven gods who liked to pursue happiness. He was a rather strange and eccentric god, and was called the protector and keeper of the puzzle by the elves.
In the continent of Faerun, few elves choose to believe in this god.
Even the high elf wizards who once used his power to create large-scale mazes to protect cities were no exception.
Nimidona answered without hesitation: “The seal is well hidden and well preserved, with no signs of being damaged.
And I can feel the power of another god contained in it.
If it is destroyed forcibly, it will most likely attract the attention of the god, or even send down an incarnation.
So, are you planning to release the last incarnation of the Mystique God in Faerun?"
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, of course not.
Even if I wanted to release the avatar of Mythrine Serret, I wouldn't be stupid enough to do it myself.
Instead, they would reveal the news to the elves on Evergrande Island and let these pointy-eared creatures solve the problem themselves.
Compared to this, I am more interested in this artifact ring."
After saying that, Zuo Si held up the ring, which exuded the unique craftsmanship style of the elves from head to toe and was so exquisite that it looked like a work of art.
Its main structure is not made of any known metal or other material, but is a substance that is clearly shaped out of thin air by divine power. The overall quality is like obsidian, and its surface is covered with countless light spots like the stars in the night sky.
If you look closely, you will find that each light spot is a gem containing amazing magical power.
It is these gems that give the ring the power to create and dispel puzzles.
And it doesn't require any cost, let alone the permission of Mithren Serret.
Because the artifact itself is equivalent to half an incarnation without thoughts and consciousness.
Once worn, regardless of whether one believes in the Elven Mystery God or not, one will automatically gain all the abilities of his exclusive priest - the Seeker.
The first one is to grant a piece of armor an additional protective deflection field based on the priest level, which can be used once a day and lasts for one minute each time;
The second item is to be able to sense the existence of a maze and identify the specific effects of the maze when the priest level reaches LV5;
The third item is that when the level reaches LV7, you can use a magic effect similar to [Shift Cloak] once a day to avoid the opponent's one-shot attack;
The fourth item is that the priest level reaches LV10, and can cast [Maze] once a day to compile, modify and perform a series of operations on the existing maze. When it reaches LV14, it can be used twice a day; The fifth item is that the priest level reaches LV12, which can make you immune to the harmful effects of the corrupted maze, and you can also get the secondary power of protective magic and some additional spells of this faction; The last item is that you can get extra strength when fighting with the priests of Mala, Mask and Talos.
As for the ring itself, it doubles the duration of protective magic, grants additional false health points, and makes it immune to all maze effects. It also allows the use of additional protective arcane magic and barrier-type spells once a day per level, making it absolutely worthy of the quality of a high-level artifact.
The scariest part is that this ring is only a half-finished product.
At the most critical moment of making the ring, Mithrein Serret was ambushed by three evil gods and ultimately failed to complete this masterpiece.
Otherwise, this artifact ring alone is equivalent to one of his incarnations.
Except for Mara's followers, anyone can wear the Ring of Mythrien and gain power from it. There are no other messy side effects or restrictions.
I have to say, this God of Maze is really generous.
Of course, it is not ruled out that he did not have time to add that only his believers, priests, or mortals of the elf race could use it.
After figuring out the powerful force of the artifact, Zuo Si took off a magic storage ring without hesitation and put the Ring of Mithrein on the little finger of his left hand.
moment!
A large amount of knowledge about puzzle locks flooded into my mind like a tide.
Now, as long as he wanted, he could convert his priest level into the Seeker, a priest exclusive to the original owner of the artifact.
After more than ten minutes, Zuo Si finally regained consciousness from the ocean of knowledge. He stared at the faint light emitted by the ring, and after a long time he sighed slightly: "It turns out that the maze used by the elves in the continent of Faerun is to build a local area network of their own on the basis of the existing magic network.
Reshape the magical power of a large area by building new underlying rules.
Its principles are the same as those of elven high magic, both of which originate from the elven god Corellon.
If non-elven races want to use this power, they must obtain permission from this person, otherwise those powerful magical rituals will not work.
However, just because the magic rituals of the high elves cannot be used does not mean that one cannot build their own maze.
The mad wizard Halaster Blackrobed should have borrowed a lot of the characteristics of the elven maze and successfully created the underground maze city based on the existing magic network.
interesting!
That's so much fun!
Moreover, the construction of the puzzle is not to exploit the original magical power of the world, but to integrate it into the natural cycle..."
"Father, are you okay?"
Nimidona's tone was clearly worried.
"Of course I'm fine, I'm fine. I just suddenly solved a problem that has been bothering me for a long time, and I'm a little excited mentally and emotionally." Zuo Si licked his lips subconsciously and explained.
"Excited?"
The nature servant blinked in confusion.
"Yes. The knowledge that this artifact ring has given me is far more valuable than the power it possesses. Let's go back to the Mage Tower to organize and record all these contents, and then verify them through a series of experiments."
After that, Zuo Si took Nimidona's hand and cast a teleportation magic to disappear on the spot.
For a planeswalker who thirsts for knowledge and power, there is nothing more gratifying than solving a problem that has troubled him for a long time.
Especially the light that burst out from his pupils, which made all the creatures living in the Mage Tower feel fear and terror.
Within a few hours, the residents of Athkatla experienced an unprecedented excitement.
First, the bright noon sky suddenly became pitch black, and nothing could be seen even half a meter away.
But this state only lasted for a second before returning to normal instantly.
Immediately afterwards, more than two thousand people in the city who uttered a certain syllable flew directly off the ground into the air hundreds of meters high.
Many frightened ordinary residents even wet their pants on the spot, performing a small-scale "artificial rain" for the pedestrians below.
In addition, some residents in the city found that neither matches nor magic could light the stove when they were cooking during a certain period of time.
The most terrifying thing is that near dusk, millions or even tens of millions of rats, cockroaches, flies and mosquitoes suddenly pour out from various exits of the sewers and rush towards the outside of the city in a black mass.
The overwhelming horror scene was so horrifying that even the so-called fearless female paladin couldn't help but let out a shrill scream like a frightened little girl.
Some of the unlucky people who had cockroaches and rats crawling on their bodies did not suffer any physical harm, but they suffered severe mental trauma. They curled up in a ball and shivered for several hours, and suffered from uncontrollable nausea and vomiting.
Even if the priest casts a spell to calm the mind, it cannot be restored to normal.
In order to find out the cause of the incident, the city's temple, the Paladins of the Order of the Burning Heart, the Dark Guards of the Church of Bane, the City Hall, the Guild of Masked Mages, the judicial system and other institutions have joined together to form a powerful investigation team.
It's a pity that after two or three days of investigation, no suspicious clues were found.
Needless to say, all the strange situations that occurred in Askatla were "little accidents" caused by Zuo Si's research and attempts to construct the maze.
After all, the purpose of a maze lock is to cover a city or even a country on a large scale.
Considering the location of the Mage Tower, the Gold City naturally became the subject of the experiment.
The sudden change of day into night is the result of the prohibition of all light added to the rules;
As for those ordinary people who gained the ability to fly by leaving their feet on the ground, they accidentally triggered the command to start the magic flight, which resulted in them being blessed with the third ring of magic flight;
The reason why the stove cannot be lit for cooking is that the rules of the maze prohibiting the burning of flames are in effect. This is mainly to start the fire extinguishing when a large-scale fire occurs in the city;
In contrast, expelling pests such as rats, cockroaches, flies and mosquitoes is to improve sanitary conditions and prevent residents from becoming sick or even dying from bacteria and viruses.
As for those unlucky people who were accidentally affected and suffered mental damage in the process of expelling pests, they can only rely on time to recover slowly.
Anyway, experiences like this will almost certainly leave a lifelong psychological scar...
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