Especially for someone like Zuo Si who has big ambitions and wants to completely get rid of the limitation of the elves that they can only rely on the two gods, Mysreen Serret and Corellon, to cast the magic of the mystery lock, and establish a new theoretical foundation of his own.
Its difficulty is basically equivalent to that of some people majoring in electronics rubbing a chip with their hands without any tools or external help.
After all, the magic maze, a small local area network built by the elves based on the magic network, had already been built by the gods at the most basic and core parts. All they needed to do was to follow the operating instructions step by step.
And those complex high elf magic rituals are the necessary steps to achieve this result.
In other words, the process of the elves making the maze is equivalent to starting and running some programs on a computer that already has a complete operating system.
These programs are the magical effects that can be produced within the range of the maze.
It still relies on the magic network, which is the source of magic in this world. In other words, the existence of the magic network is equivalent to the hardware of a computer and is absolutely indispensable.
The best proof of this is that the anti-magic force field can suppress the maze within a certain range.
What the two gods, Corellon and Mythrin Serret, gave to the elves was an operating system based on the hardware of the magic network.
This is why, although there are three large-scale magic barrier systems called "mazes" in the continent of Faerun, only the elven maze is the most famous and widely known.
Because only their puzzle locks have the best cost-effectiveness and operate more efficiently, and can grant many incredible top-level magical abilities.
As for the other two, one is a large magic barrier created by the Netherese, which strictly speaking cannot be counted as a maze, and cannot be compared with the elven maze created by God.
The other is the True Spell Maze, which has a very high learning threshold and is the highest level of knowledge that even many legendary wizards may not be able to read, comprehend, and apply.
Just the initial learning of the true spell is often enough to consume the lifetime of a short-lived race like humans.
In addition, the maze can be said to be the epitome of protective magic.
During the process of research and experimentation, Zuo Si gained a deeper understanding of the magic of this faction, and became more advantageous in casting all protective and barrier magic, whether it was arcane or divine.
Offensive protective magic such as Imprisonment and Disintegration is particularly difficult for the enemy to resist or be immune to, while defensive energy absorption and spell reversal are not easily dispelled by the enemy's magic removal effects.
However, after struggling for several days, he still failed to successfully construct a complete maze. It could only be regarded as a crude barrier to protect and purify Askatla.
But in the process of continuous attempts, Zuo Si has gradually figured out some tricks. As long as he takes time, he will be able to create his own underlying operating system for the maze lock, and then build a work on it that can rival or even surpass the Elf Maze Lock.
Even Midnight, after realizing this, immediately descended upon the incarnation and had a conversation with it for several hours, promising to give it his utmost support.
As the third generation goddess of magic, she hopes more than anyone else to see Faerun's native magic civilization surpass the elves, rise again and establish a powerful magic empire.
Especially creations related to the field of magic, without exception, will make him feel extremely happy and joyful.
Not to mention the extremely difficult puzzle lock, a brand new theory that once successful can immediately raise the overall magic level in the country to a higher level.
As for the knowledge, ideas, and concepts that Zuo Si copied and pasted from the artifacts personally created by the Elven God of Magic, Mithrein Serret...
Midnight simply chose to ignore it.
After all, learning and drawing lessons from each other is a very common thing in the field of magic.
As the goddess of magic, she never encourages her believers to hide their discoveries and creations.
Instead, it is hoped that wizards can communicate and share their discoveries and even inventions with others, and ultimately achieve the goal of promoting the overall level of magic.
Just when Zuo Si was obsessed with how to come up with the underlying structure of a magic maze, an unexpected visitor suddenly interrupted his almost crazy research enthusiasm.
The person who came was none other than the construct creature - the Enforcer - that he had successfully repaired not long ago and had returned to the Mechanical Realm alone to report on the progress of his work.
At this moment, this metal lump with an independent soul, will and mind looked extremely depressed. His head, which was made entirely of refined gold, drooped down, and the twinkling light in his eyes became quite dim. He completely lost his previous indomitable spirit to achieve his goals.
In fact, he caused quite a commotion when he entered Askatla.
After all, constructs are clearly defined as "dangerous weapons" in the West Coast Empire's magic item management laws.
All mages who own golems must go to the Guild of Masked Mages for inspection every few years to ensure that the golems will not suddenly run away in densely populated commercial areas and injure people or destroy buildings and property due to hidden dangers left by some poor manufacturing process.
If you want to take the golem out on the street, you must apply for the corresponding license and pay a large deposit.
Fortunately, the consciousness of the Mage Tower discovered this in time and directly teleported the person responsible from the city gate, avoiding an unnecessary conflict.
"Haven't you returned to the mechanical realm?" Zuo Si asked, staring at the metal lump that was standing there motionless.
During the repair process, he had learned a lot of structural manufacturing techniques unique to the Mechanical Realm through disassembly, so he did not force the other party to stay.
But who could have thought that not long after this, the construct that had insisted on following the pre-set rules came back on its own, and it seemed to have encountered some problems after returning to the mechanical realm.
The Enforcer's eyes flickered faintly, and he replied without a trace of emotion: "I did return to the place where the Mechanical Realm was created.
But during the inspection, they found that my core had been contaminated and replaced, and was no longer capable of maintaining order and the contract.
Some even suggested dismantling me completely and throwing me into the garbage dump filled with the remains of discarded constructs.
This is not the fate I deserve.
So I escaped, but I didn't know where to go."
"So you thought of coming to me?"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and looked at this increasingly human-like construct with interest.
As the person who restored it, he obviously knew very well why the person responsible had become like this.
The reason is simple. The dark void energy and matter leaked out when the crystal prison exploded caused irreversible impact and damage to its core.
Although most of the contaminated areas were replaced with other parts during the repair process, the erosion of the soul is irreparable.
As we all know, the dark void is characterized by chaos, disorder and nothingness.
The characteristic of the mechanical plane is absolute lawfulness.
The two are almost completely opposite in nature.
Therefore, when those who created the Enforcer discovered that his soul had been infected and that he was no longer the indifferent task-performing machine he was before, but even had a self and free consciousness similar to that of a mortal, they would choose inevitably to destroy him.
From the perspective of the mechanical realm, perfect order is to have no self-consciousness and to obey a great whole absolutely like a machine.
Any flaw that leads to imperfection will become a temptation and potential hidden danger to deviate from the lawful alignment.
"Yes. Apart from the Mechanical Realm, this Mage Tower is the only place I have stayed for a long time. And I really want to figure out what happened to me back then."
After saying this, the person in charge raised his head with an expression that was a mixture of confusion, puzzlement and desire.
Unlike those ordinary low-level constructs, his metal face can make various complex expressions and gestures.
The reason why he had no expression before was mainly because that absolutely lawful soul suppressed his instincts and desires as a living being.
But now, as the energy and matter of the Dark Void have caused irreversible changes to it, this powerful construct creature is becoming more and more like a "human".
If we have to give a more appropriate description, it should be somewhat similar to the flesh and blood curse that the ancient gods of Azeroth next door cast on the Titan creations, which eventually evolved into races such as humans, gnomes, and dwarves.
He will begin to worry about his own life, and will have his own thoughts, consciousness, values and even ideals.
This is also the situation that the Mechanical Realm cannot tolerate the most.
Zuo Si was obviously very interested in the changes that took place in the person who was responsible.
This helped him understand the nature of the Dark Void, its significance to the real universe, and what those Void creatures were all about, so after a moment of silence, he quickly responded: "You should still remember what happened when you released the body of the God Slayer, that is, the moment when the black hole connected to the interdimensional channel exploded, right?"
The person who was responsible nodded slightly: "Yes, I still remember it.
It was an unprecedented and terrifying outburst of energy and matter.
My body was hit on the spot during the retreat, and the protective magic and body were all shattered in an instant.
A lot of unknown information flooded in all at once.
When I woke up, I was already working in this magic tower.
It was you who saved me and helped repair my broken body.
I owe you a favor in this regard.
Since then, my thoughts and consciousness have become different from before.
To be precise, the self is becoming stronger and stronger and is beginning to be able to feel more emotions, including anger, tension, fear, anticipation, and so on.
The reason I chose to run away was because I was afraid of death.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have cared if I was dismantled and thrown away."
"So do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?" Zuo Si asked to himself.
The person who was responsible fell into silence for a minute, and finally shook his head gently: "I don't know, and I can't understand it.
If this was the intention and programming of the creators, this would have been a very bad outcome.
Because I deviated from the absolute order.
But I don't know why, I felt a kind of ecstasy in my heart, a kind of excitement and pleasure brought by breaking some kind of restraints.
I don't want to die, I want to continue living and find the meaning of my existence."
The person who put the blame on others obviously has not yet learned how to lie or cover up, and he spoke his true thoughts very frankly.
It has to be said that this idea is quite "heretical" for a construct born from the mechanical realm.
But Zuo Si couldn't help but laugh and applaud: "Hahahaha! Congratulations, you have unknowingly acquired the instincts that most creatures have, as well as a certain degree of free will."
"Instinct and free will?"
The person in charge raised his head instantly, and a trace of emotion appeared on his expressionless face.
"That's right! Instinct represents the most primitive and basic desire of a living being, and it is also some activities that must be carried out to maintain survival.
For example, they feel extremely happy when they are reproducing, mating and giving birth to offspring, and when they are tasting fine wine and delicious food.
But if you see your relatives, friends and peers dying, you will feel fear and sadness.
Although you are a construct and are unlikely to experience the joy of eating and reproduction, you have already vaguely felt the fear of death.
Your disobedience and defection from your creator this time just proves that you have free will. Otherwise, how could an ordinary construct have the consciousness to rebel? "
Having said this, Zuo Si paused deliberately, stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the busy crowd on the street in the distance, and explained to the confused construct without turning his head: "In most worlds and planes in this universe, it is actually very rare and rare to erase individual consciousness and desires as much as possible to obey the whole, making every creature like a part of a huge machine, like the Mechanical Realm.
Look at the city under your feet. It is made up of completely independent individuals.
These independent individuals have their own ideas and will fight with others for their own interests or ideals.
But at the same time, they are also part of this huge group. In order to avoid being ostracized by society and sanctioned by laws and rules, they will choose to give in and compromise when appropriate.
So in my opinion, individual consciousness and order are not in conflict, but a whole that is both contradictory and harmoniously unified.
There is absolutely no need to feel anxious or guilty about the changes that are happening to you.
Being different is not your fault, but a destiny born out of some coincidence.
Since you can't return to the mechanical realm, why don't you consider staying with me?
At least I can give you enough time to slowly find the meaning of your existence."
"You...are willing to take me in?"
The person in charge showed a look of surprise on his face.
After all, he was accustomed to a one-line life of accepting orders from his creator and then carrying them out across planes.
Now suddenly homeless and without the master who gave orders, he had no idea what to do next or where to go.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course. I am also very interested in what happened to you, so it's fine as long as you want to stay here.
As for the work, let's start by resisting invaders and protecting the safety of this magic tower.
If there are any other tasks, I will notify you temporarily.
In addition, if you are interested, you can also walk around the streets and observe the daily lives of those short-lived mortals up close.
I think this might be very helpful for you to think about your life.”
"Thank you very much. From now on, you are my master, and I will be a faithful executor of your orders."
After saying that, the person in charge stood up, put one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then turned and left the room, intending to use half a day to visit the entire Mage Tower from top to bottom.
I will officially start my post from tomorrow and patrol and inspect along the passage every day.
Listening to the heavy footsteps gradually fading away until they disappeared, Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and sighed, "A construct life form that awakened its self-awareness and escaped from the mechanical realm? This universe is really amazing! No wonder there are always such strange combinations as Succubus Paladins, Mind Flayer Paladins, Fallen Angels, and Beholder Monks."
"Father, are you sure you want to take in this weird construct golem? He seems to give me a dangerous vibe."
The nature goddess Nimidona suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with a hint of vigilance in her tone.
The reason why she had such a reaction was mainly because she sensed the power of the dark void in the body of the person who was responsible.
And no one knows what kind of terrible monster this extremely uncertain chaotic force will eventually create.
You have to know that the dog that Zuo Si transformed with the dark void energy and matter is now becoming more and more abstract, more and more terrifying, and more and more indescribable because it has devoured too many messy creatures. It doesn't even have the characteristics and outlines of an animal like a dog.
It no longer has a head, only a large, round, protruding ball of flesh.
The surface of the fleshy ball is covered with eyes that emit a creepy glow, and there are more than a thousand tiny tentacles between the eyes.
All of these eyes can shoot out rays with a variety of different magical effects like a real beholder, and the tentacles can grapple and capture enemies while protecting the eyes.
As for the body, due to its continuous expansion, it turned into a hard mass of flesh that seemed to be covered with a hard shell.
Below is the muscle tissue that constantly secretes sticky fluid like a snail, moving forward or backward by wriggling.
Whenever an enemy or food approaches, the monster's wriggling body will suddenly open, revealing a big mouth full of sharp teeth to tear the prey into pieces and swallow it.
What's even more terrible is that it also begins to possess the special ability to absorb energy.
And this is precisely one of the most typical characteristics of void creatures.
Perhaps the final result that awaits this experimental subject is that it will be completely distorted by the energy and matter from the dark void, turning into half or all of a void creature.
Precisely because she had witnessed the terrifying power of the Dark Void, Nimidona was particularly wary of those responsible who had also been eroded by pollution.
But Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "No need to worry.
I left a small insurance in his body.
So no matter what happens to him, I will know and react immediately.
On the contrary, you have been staying in the Mage Tower recently and have not gone out. Are you tired of dealing with those druids who worship the gods of nature?
If so, I can consider changing your job.”
Nimidona quickly shook her head and explained, "No, I am not dissatisfied with my current mission. I just feel that it lacks a little challenge."
"Challenging? Are you planning to find some excitement and fun?"
Zuo Si reached out his hand and caressed the cheek of the Seraph Servant affectionately, feeling the skin of this powerful divine creature that was as smooth as silk.
"If possible, I would like to take some time to travel to the outer planes and feel the vastness and depth of the universe."
Nimidona took the initiative to express the desire hidden deep in her heart.
She obviously enjoyed this intimate interaction and even closed her eyes and let out a slight moan.
Zuo Si pondered for a moment and quickly gave an affirmative answer: "Yes.
In principle, I won't stop you from exploring the planes that interest you.
But remember to be careful.
Once you find that something is wrong, find a way to teleport back immediately. There is no need to take a huge risk and fight the opponent head-on.
Especially those gods with malicious intentions."
"Understood. I will be careful."
After saying that, Nimidona came closer and happily kissed her creator on the cheek, like a little girl whose wish had just been fulfilled, with a strange look in her eyes, and then she quickly cast a teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as she left, a golden divine light descended from the sky, and another female Seraphic Servant appeared out of thin air in front of Zuo Si.
The latter obviously possessed some incredible power and quietly passed through all the protections and warnings of the Mage Tower without alarming anyone.
As a subconscious first reaction, Zuo Si instantly activated the power of the Mage Tower, directly casting more than twenty protective magic spells on himself, and tried to reveal one of the trump cards to imprison the opponent.
But before he could start, the Seraphim took the initiative to speak: "Please calm down, Lord Soth, I am not an enemy. On the contrary, I am serving the order of His Majesty Io, the God Above Gods, to convey a message to you."
"Your Majesty Io? Information!"
Zuo Si stopped all movements instantly, an expression of great surprise appeared on his face.
In his impression, Io has always been a typical hands-off boss.
Unless a major disaster or accident occurs in Toril, such as the loss of the Stone of Destiny, or the killing of the Goddess of Magic causing the Magic Network to lose its manager and go out of control, it will basically not show up.
Even if they want to interfere and maintain balance, they will only do so in secret with little notice.
"That's right. Since you also possess a portion of the power of the late God of Murder, I think to some extent you should also be considered a member of the Sons of Bhaal and qualified to compete for the Blood Throne."
The Seraphic Servant stated his purpose straight away.
Her criteria for judging the Sons of Bhaal are simple: one is divine power and divinity, and the other is the power possessed by the individual.
And Zuo Si obviously possessed both of them.
Just from the massacre against the Sons of Baal not long ago, Zuo Si secretly stole a considerable amount of power.
"So you think I can join in on this game?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
After all, he never thought that he had anything to do with the identity of "Son of Bhaal".
He doesn't even think that Baal, the stupid god of murder, is qualified to be his "father".
But the Seraph God Servant didn't think so, and nodded without thinking: "Yes!
If Melissan is qualified, why can't you?
What's more, if you want to obtain the vast divine power contained in the priesthood of death and the throne of blood, you have to win until the end.
These are the rules of the game set by His Majesty Aio, and no person or god can violate them.
Whether you want to become a new god afterwards or transform the prize into other forms of power is a personal freedom.
I just came to let you know, that's all.
In addition, His Majesty Io is very satisfied that you have previously eliminated some of the threats posed by the God Butcher Pandrem.
He hopes that you will keep up the good work and try to eliminate the consciousness in the other crystal prison.
That’s all I have to say at this stage.
The next time we meet, we should be in front of the Blood Throne."
After saying this, the Seraphic Servant once again turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared on the spot.
There is no doubt that through this brief conversation with her, Zuo Si could basically confirm two things.
First, his every move in Toril was under the watchful eyes of Io, the God of Gods, and there was no privacy or secrets at all.
In other words, everything that happened in the Crystal Wall System could not escape his eyes.
Second, Io had no objection to Zuo Si taking away the destructive black hole body of the God Slayer Pandrem, nor did he care about the Void Sword he forged to kill gods. Instead, he felt that he had eliminated a very huge threat.
After the consciousness and spirit are sealed together, there may be some generous rewards.
As for the ownership of the Son of Bhaal and the Blood Throne, that is the last and least important part.
The only good news is that Zuo Si now has an identity that allows him to personally take action openly, without having to carefully avoid the sight of the gods and act as an agent.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth immediately rose slightly, and he cast a remote observation spell on the crystal ball placed on the table.
Just one second later, the scene of the tragic battle outside the city of Saradushu was projected.
Yagasura and Davian, who are immortal, have been fighting here for several days without sleep.
Therefore, the entire forest near the north shore has been completely burned, leaving only a black and gray scorched earth and hundreds of large and small lava pools that have already cooled down.
Right now they were tearing and biting each other in a deep pit filled with magma, just like two wild beasts rather than intelligent creatures.
As for the defenders and civilians in the city, as well as the Fire Giant Legion and mercenaries stationed in the camp outside the city, they could only watch the show and did not dare to make any moves.
After all, anyone with a bit of common sense would realize after seeing such a terrible battle that this is no longer a war between mortals, but a game involving gods at a higher level.
Instead of risking your life, it is better to take your time and wait and see how the outcome plays out before making your move.
"The great Yagasura will tear you apart! Bath in your boiling dragon blood!"
The Son of Bhaal, who had transformed into a killer, roared.
With his giant claws imbued with divine power, he tore open the dragon scales and bones on the Flame Dragon Knight's chest, causing the blood inside to gush out like liquid flames.
But Davian fought back fearlessly, also stabbing his dragon claws into the enemy's abdomen and smashing organs such as the intestines, kidneys and bladder into pieces.
At this point in the battle, the two men's attention is no longer as focused as it was at the beginning, and they can perform applause-worthy moves and high-speed offense and defense transitions.
The competition now is about who has a stronger tolerance for pain and can recover from injuries faster.
Zuo Si had no interest in appreciating such battles which had no technical content and were filled with violence, brutality and bloodthirstiness.
Just when he was wondering what his good disciple was doing and why he hadn't found the heart of Yagasula that was roasting in flames after so many days, the originally evenly matched situation suddenly changed.
To be precise, the wound on Yagasula's abdomen did not heal immediately. Instead, blood mixed with intestines and other internal organs flowed out.
Not only was he stunned by such a strange situation, but Davian and the other onlookers were also dumbfounded.
"No! No! No! This is impossible! I am immortal! I have dug out my heart and roasted it over a magical flame!"
The Son of Bhaal was obviously panicked, and no longer dared to continue to recklessly exchange injuries with his opponent as he had just done. Instead, he turned around and rushed to the location of his own military camp without saying a word. While running wildly, he shouted loudly to his army of fire giants, mercenaries and mages to come and help stop Davian.
Unlike the latter who is truly not afraid of death, his bravery and fearlessness are entirely based on the premise that he will never really die.
But now, this prerequisite has been broken, and the cowardly and selfish side of his heart immediately reveals itself.
It’s a pity that there are few real fools in the world.
When they saw their invincible leader was defeated and even lost his immortality, which he was proud of, and fled like a stray dog, the first ones who chose to flee were the mercenaries who were only interested in making money.
These guys fought to earn commissions and plunder the wealth of captured towns.
So when they realize the situation is not good, they are the first to run away.
However, the Fire Giant Legion was not in a much better situation. They soon scattered like birds and beasts, and more than half of them were gone in the blink of an eye.
Only a very small number of confidants, or those who worshipped him as a potential god, mustered up the courage to rush forward with a roar, trying to stop Davian's pursuit.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, he was easily taken away by the dragon's sharp claws, teeth, tail and wings.
Seeing that the chance to win was right in front of him, how could Davian choose to let the other party leave?
What's more, he possesses a pair of huge dragon wings, which allow him to take off into the air and fly at low altitude.
Yagasula was knocked to the ground again before he could run a few steps.
Davian opened his bloody mouth without hesitation and bit hard on the muscle on the back of the giant killer, tearing off a large piece.
Poof! The wound immediately bleeds profusely, and one can even see the white spine and shoulder blade underneath.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Get away! I don't have time to mess with you now!"
Yagasula screamed and struggled to turn over and throw the flaming dragon off his back.
It's a pity it's too late.
With the protection of the Blazing Death Sword, Davian's black teeth and claws possess extremely terrifying killing power.
Every time a wound is created, an astonishing amount of black mana is injected, causing the area around the wound to fester rapidly and even leading to instant death.
It might not be a big problem when one possesses immortality, but once the effect is lost, it will be immediately apparent.
Yagasula only felt that his strength had suddenly decreased a lot, and his body seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't push the huge flame dragon at all.
And the more he struggled, the faster he bled, and his vitality was decreasing as the blood flowed out.
"You were so arrogant just now, saying you would tear me apart and bathe in my dragon blood. Why are you running away now? Without your immortality, don't you even have the most basic dignity and pride as a warrior?"
Davian quickly bit off his opponent's two arms, then held down his opponent's head with his right huge dragon claw, his eyes revealing naked and undisguised contempt.
Because as a warrior himself, he despises those who like to rely on some kind of power to crush weak opponents, and once they lose the advantage they are proud of, their true garbage will be revealed in a minute.
“Dignity and pride?
What is that? I'm the Son of God!
I absolutely cannot die!
Please let me go, okay?
I swear I will never cause trouble to this city again.
And when I return, I will immediately give all the treasures and slaves I have plundered over the years to you and your master.
As long as I can live, I am willing to accept any conditions, even if it means becoming a humble slave."
Yagasura quickly stopped the killer state, and without any hesitation, he began to crawl on the ground and beg for mercy loudly.
Davian immediately showed a disappointed expression when he saw this: "How pathetic. So this is the real you, a shameless villain hiding behind a powerful force. I actually enjoyed the bloody fight with you before."
But Yagasula obviously didn't care about this kind of ridicule. Instead, he behaved extremely humbly, trying to make himself look less threatening and thus fight for a chance to survive.
After all, he used this method to deceive his adoptive mother, the swamp witch Niali, and not only successfully learned the secret art of obtaining immortality, but also stole the latter's heart. He finally completed the counterattack and gained the leadership of the Fire Giant Legion.
Unfortunately, Yagasula apparently ignored the strange fact that he suddenly lost his immortality.
Just when he was about to say something, a portal suddenly opened out of nowhere, and Sancho, who had disappeared for several days, appeared out of nowhere and threw two hearts that had been charred by the magic flames to the ground.
Along with the heart, there was also a female head that looked very old and ugly.
"How about it? Don't you think these three things are familiar?" Sancho asked meaningfully with his lips pursed.
"Ni...Niali?"
You actually killed her!
No! That's not right!
He must have told you the secret of immortality!
She has been holding a grudge and wanting revenge since the moment she was betrayed by me!"
Yagasula suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with anger and hatred, as if he might jump up at any time and take back the heart that belonged to him.
"You guessed it right, it was indeed this old woman who told me the secret of immortality and the story of you betraying her.
But the really interesting thing is that when I brought these two hearts back to her, she actually went to war with me to protect you.
In other words, she has always loved you in her heart and regards you as the only one in her life.
But you have always treated the person who loves you the most as your enemy, and tried your best to get rid of him or her.
Tell me, Yagasura.
Is it really so important to you to seize the Blood Throne and become the new God of Murder? Is it so important to you that you can sacrifice everything and give up everything for it? "
Sancho stepped closer and questioned his brother, who was half fire giant.
Yagasula fell silent instantly, staring straight at his adoptive mother Niali's head, trying to find something from her old, wrinkled face and unfocused eyes.
In just a few seconds, a large number of childhood memories flooded into his mind and kept flashing before his eyes, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
As the saying goes, in the mortal world, there are never purely bad people or purely good people.
Even evil like dark elves often have a small piece of pure land in their hearts.
The reason why Yagasula betrayed his adoptive mother was mainly because he felt that she was just like everyone else and wanted to control and use him, so he did not feel any guilt at all when he betrayed her.
But now, when he learned that this old mother had died at the hands of another Son of Bhaal in order to protect him, and had always loved him deeply, the psychological defense he had built up to protect himself collapsed instantly.
Coldness, cruelty and selfishness were replaced by strong emotions in just a few seconds, and he held the bloody head with trembling hands.
I opened my mouth several times to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
No tears!
No crying!
There was no hysterical wailing! There was only an increasingly empty gaze and a terrible silence without a word.
As an observant and analytical person, Sancho saw the unparalleled light of divinity in Jagasura's eyes.
At this moment, he no longer pretended to be humble and begged for his life, but instead exuded a terrifying and suffocating aura.
The divine power also becomes increasingly powerful and dangerous under the catalysis of some spiritual force.
When the critical point was reached, Yagasula gently put down Niali's head and said in an extremely sincere tone: "Thank you, my dear brother.
I have already felt Niali's love.
Although it is a little twisted and a little morbid, it is indeed a mother's unreserved love for her child.
After I become a god, I will definitely revive her first.
It was you who made me wake up at the last moment of my life.
For a true god, power is never the most important thing.
The most important things are the heart, the will, the thought, and the persistence in achieving a single goal.
As a thank you, I will let you die a little more comfortably.
Now, let us officially start the real war between gods."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Yagasura suddenly opened his arms and released the divine spark to summon a powerful force.
Three blood-red beams of light fell from the sky and instantly teleported Davidian, Sancho and him to the kingdom of Baal, the god of murder.
It was obvious that this guy wanted to release his demigod-like power completely and unreservedly without any restrictions.
(End of this chapter)
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