"Wake up! Believers of blood and slaughter! I will grant you infinite power to drive out all these invading demons!"
Baal's angry roar echoed throughout the vast kingdom.
After being beaten up by the "righteous" group of the Devil's Legion, he realized almost instantly that his situation was quite bad, so he decisively began to summon help.
After all, this is the kingdom of the God of Murder.
Even though he has died and turned into a remnant soul, Baal can still use the power of his demigod son Yagasura to perform some operations.
Along with the roar from God, countless mortal prayers and demons who believed in him stopped hunting each other, emerged from their respective dark corners, and were strengthened by the red beams of light that fell from the sky. Soon they poured out like a tide and joined the demon army that was constantly being teleported over.
Especially those demons who defected to Baal, who were originally the mortal enemies of the devil.
The hatred between the two sides has long since become an instinct deeply engraved in their genes as the bloody battle unfolds.
Therefore, after meeting, they didn't even say a word and immediately started fighting frantically in the harsh environment where magma, flames and poisonous gases were gushing out everywhere.
Some also tried to rush in and destroy the huge portal that was being built to prevent the demons from sending more reinforcements or even building a permanent war fortress.
But unfortunately, the devils, who were famous for their brutal discipline and lawful tendencies, had already built a solid defense line, which was like an iron wall both on the ground and in the sky, keeping out enemies that were several times their number.
As soon as the portals in the rear were built, the devil army that was on high alert on the ninth level of Baator Hell immediately marched over to join the battle.
Although the low-level native devil army did not gain an overwhelming advantage on the battlefield at the beginning, it only maintained the front line and continued to advance slowly, reserving more space in the rear to build a huge and solid fortress.
But with the arrival of the real elite, the mob in the Kingdom of Baal that only emphasized individual strength and assassination skills and seriously lacked coordination and experience in large-scale legion combat soon showed their true colors and retreated uncontrollably.
Although with the blessing of divine power, they can often kill three or four or more enemies in single combat, this advantage will disappear in an instant once it turns into a battle between thousands of troops.
To be precise, those superb killing skills simply don't have much room to be used on a crowded battlefield.
Often, once they rushed forward to kill the vanguard of the devil, they would be immediately knocked down by the devils that came up from behind to fill in the position. Then the third or fourth devil would take the opportunity to attack from the side, quickly kill it, and then follow their legion to advance forward.
Suppose the enemy deploys a large number of troops at a certain node and their individual strength is extremely strong.
Then the commander of the Hell Demon would immediately order this part of the devil army to retreat in an orderly manner, creating a concave pocket formation out of thin air.
Then deploy more elite forces on both wings to find the enemy's subsequent weak points and launch assaults, trying to cut off the enemy's retreat and reinforcements to complete encirclement and annihilation.
Since both sides have a large number of flying units and units that can cast teleportation magic infinitely, the course of the war is more complicated and three-dimensional than modern wars on Earth.
Not only do we have to consider the situation on the ground and in the air, but we also have to consider the elite commandos who may suddenly be teleported to our weak points to attack us.
Fortunately, the senior commanders and generals among the devils had already been trained in bloody battles. Their keen battlefield sense, vision, execution, and judgment are probably at the level of "military gods" in the eyes of mortals. There is no need for an outsider like Zuo Si to distract themselves from the command. They can just be allowed to freely display their talents.
Among them, as the elite among the elite, whether it is Zariel's Khorne Angel Legion or Mecanthus's Mechanical Succubus Legion, they have demonstrated their terrifying strength that will serve as the main force in the next stage of bloody battles in the future.
The moment the former completed the large-scale teleportation, they immediately took over the duties of suppressing the enemy's air units from the little devils, lust demons, and horned demons, and defeated those demons and petitioners who dared to fly into the sky with a crushing force, making them dare not easily take off to fight.
The latter fully utilized the characteristics of non-Swissization, bringing a large number of war machines made of metal, bones, flesh and blood, and endowing them with simple intelligence through sparkling oil.
Some of these huge guys, which are tens, dozens, or even hundreds of meters long, can assist the Devil's Legion in advancing like mobile fortresses; some can set up long-range firepower delivery positions in the rear to carry out covering fire on areas with the largest number of enemies and the most violent attacks; others can take off and become air-to-ground artillery batteries and combat platforms for the Angels of Khorne.
Although the number of these legions may be less than one-thirtieth of the total military strength of the ninth level, and even the lords of several subordinate levels and their main generals have not shown up, they have already demonstrated a terrifying strength that can flatten the entire kingdom of gods.
What's even more terrifying is that Shuoyou will infect and transform the enemy on a large scale, continuously creating more cannon fodder, and then continue to grow like a snowball.
In a way, this is a cyberpunk upgrade of the Undead Legion, which is basically the same as the Necrons.
The only difference is that Shuoyou's creations are not powerful enough, and his amazing potential has not been fully released, so he cannot create super weapons like spaceships, star destroyers, and colossi.
Otherwise, most of the time and space would not have even the slightest chance of resistance in front of Phyrexia, and would be completely wiped out in the physical sense at any moment.
But for now, it is obviously enough to deal with the petitioners and demons in the Kingdom of Baal.
Devils who understand the concept of "thriftiness" will even allow petitioner captives to surrender, and then cram them all into a giant crystal prism made with magic, intending to take them back to Baator to extract energy.
As for the captured demons, they will not be wasted. They can be thrown into the arena of the cyberpunk city for performance, for the gladiators to execute them in the most gorgeous, bloody and cruel way, bringing unprecedented sensory stimulation to the audience.
In fact, as the Ninth Plane becomes more and more well-known and receives more and more visitors, many demons have unknowingly become particularly concerned with "money".
Because in the huge cyberpunk city, those with money can really buy everything, even power, status and strength.
It’s just that it’s not quite the same as what ordinary people understand as “money”.
Compared to worthless precious metal currencies such as gold and silver, the "money" they understand is tangible resources such as souls, slaves, gems and magic items.
No devil would hold a large amount of gold and silver for a long time, and even if he gets it, he will spend it as soon as possible.
Some evil businessmen and gang members keenly smelled the opportunity to make a fortune, and began to sell slaves from other planes in large quantities, or set traps to make those visitors sink into a life of debauchery and indulgence, eventually leading to corruption and signing a contract to sell their souls.
By providing slaves and selling souls, they not only earned a large amount of gold and silver from the devil, but also developed a huge underground industrial chain.
Almost every visitor who enters the cyberpunk city has his or her soul secretly priced.
As long as there is a devil willing to offer a price, this group of profit-seeking guys will help complete all the preliminary work until the client gets ownership of the soul.
What they don’t know is that while they are doing these insane things, their souls are also being constantly eroded by the power of hell.
Once you die, you will inevitably become the dark soul that the devils love most.
He thought he was a hunter, but in fact he was a higher-level prey...
This is the black humor that devils like to see the most, and they are deeply fascinated and intoxicated by it.
Of course, Zuo Si has never been particularly concerned about what happened in the territory of hell.
As long as he could maintain stability and continuously provide himself with energy to upgrade the level of his planeswalker spark, he didn't care whether the ninth level would become a scene of chaos.
After all, the more he got to know Nicol Bolas, the more he could feel the overwhelming power of this elder dragon mage in all aspects.
No wonder Wu Jin, his twin brother, had no record of defeating or tying him once in the 25,000 years of mutual fighting. He just kept losing and was even killed twice.
If one had to find a flaw in Nicol Bolas, it would probably be his arrogance.
But if you want to take advantage of this, you need to at least be as strong as Wu Jin, the elder dragon planeswalker. Otherwise, everything is in vain.
So Zuo Si is now more eager than ever to obtain the energy that can quickly improve his hard power.
眼下维持着大魔鬼形态的他正张开龙翼，居高临下俯视着被巴尔控制的雅加苏拉，其中一只手抓着神器法杖，浑身上下散发着惊人的气势，完全就像是神话传说中的灭世魔王。
而巴尔这会儿也在信徒们的帮助下摆脱了那些魔鬼的纠缠，化身成为四足着地外形如同蹂躏者般的巨型野兽，神力强度一直在不断地攀升。
如果说刚刚幡然醒悟获得半神之力的雅加苏拉神力水平是一，那么现如今巴尔控制下的他就已经达到了六左右。
按照费伦大陆一些书籍和学者给出的标准，这已经不是微弱神力的半神，而是达到了弱等神力的标准。
要是换成其他的地狱领主，发现自己要对付的目标从微弱神力的半神变成弱等神力，恐怕早就已经选择战术性撤退了。
毕竟从弱等神力开始，神明在战斗中的表现就会变得相当不稳定，或者说是起伏巨大。
其中最弱小的甚至打不过强点的半神。
但其中极少数弱等神力却能在一些特殊时期击败乃至杀死强大神力。
还有些弱等神力干脆就是另外一个强大神力的相面。
不过好在巴尔并不是那种拥有众多相面，并且把信仰传播到其他物质位面的神明，其影响力仅仅局限于托瑞尔星球的费伦大陆。
更何况在其他地狱领主眼中看来非常具有威胁的神力，在左思眼中统统都是可以让自己旅法师火花实现跨越式升级的宝贵能量，而且还是经过压缩的。
所以他非但没有半点退缩的意思，反而在变本加厉的制造压迫感，逼迫巴尔的残魂从鲜血王座中抽取更多的神力来强化雅加苏拉。
如此一来，在杀掉这个巴尔之子后才能夺取对方那具身体里所蕴含的能量。
轰！！！！！ 又一次电光火石般的交锋之后，巴尔终于察觉到了什么，先是低头瞅了一眼自己的爪子，紧跟着仰起头瞪着两只血红色的眼睛问：“你居然从刚才开始就一直在通过战斗掠夺我的神力？！”
“哦？终于发现了吗？ 我还以为凭你的智商，得等到至少被吸走四分之一乃至更多才会有所反应呢。
不过很可惜，发现的太晚了。
你从鲜血王座中抽取的神力已经不可能再还回去了。”
左思抿起嘴角浮现出了嘲弄的笑容。
他现在终于明白当年的巴尔究竟是怎么胆敢在月影岛伏击大地母神——裳禔亚，还妄图将其杀死，紧跟着又和米尔寇、班恩作死密谋偷窃命运泥板。
除了野心够大之外，主要还是无知者无畏，并且思维和行动模式非常的莽。
尤其是在战斗与杀戮过程中，这位谋杀之神非常容易受到原始本能和冲动的影响失去理智，肆无忌惮宣泄自己的力量而不去考虑后果。
这也许是神职的影响，也有可能还是凡人时的巴尔就如此。
但在左思眼中，性格冲动永远比性格冷静、理智和稳重更容易对付。
他召唤魔鬼军团、摆出一副极富侵略性的姿态，就是为了彻底激怒巴尔使其不计代价从鲜血王座中抽取神力。
现在这个目的已经达到，是时候收割胜利果实了。
“休想！我绝对不会允许你这个该死的小偷窃取鲜血王座！它是属于我的！”
巴尔猛然间挥舞两个拳头用力砸向地面。
轰！轰！ 伴随着两声震耳欲聋的巨响，他那庞大的身躯借助反作用力腾空而起，张牙舞爪扑向漂浮在半空中的大魔鬼。
面对已经达到了弱等神力的敌人，左思也不敢有所怠慢，立刻通过类神力赋予自己更强的力量，紧跟着举起神器法杖射出威力惊人的银色火焰。
巴尔也是个狠人，直接释放神力护盾包裹住雅加苏拉身体的要害，任由银色火焰灼烧不重要的皮肤、肌肉和骨骼。
等来到近前，这才猛然间舒展身体，挥舞那两只巨大的拳头狠狠砸了下去。
在神力的加持下，这个体型庞大的野兽力量早已突破了凡人所能想象的极限，甚至仅凭挥拳的动作就打出了核聚变一样的恐怖效果。
伴随着比太阳还要明亮不知道多少倍的刺眼白光瞬间照亮方圆数百公里范围，恐怖的冲击波和巨响随之而来。
凡是稍微靠得近一点的魔鬼军团和巴尔的信徒，都在一瞬间被无法用语言形容的高温蒸发，连一点骨头渣滓都没能留下来。
因为这根本不是火焰，而是不折不扣的神力冲击。
稍微远一些的则能清晰感受到身体被冲击波扬起、撕裂所产生的剧烈疼痛，最后才奄奄一息的死去。
只有极少数反应过来的幸运儿，凭借传送魔法成功逃到了波及范围以外。
等冲天而起的火球和蘑菇云渐渐散去，他们才终于看到在爆炸中心的位置，体型看上去远比对手小很多的左思居然死死抓住了巴尔挥出的拳头，并凭借更加强大的蛮力将其缓缓掰弯，并发出一阵骨头碎裂、肌肉崩断的恐怖声音。
“很抱歉，这可由不得你。更何况你以为神力这种东西就只有你有吗？”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，大魔鬼形态下的左思全身上下顿时迸射出象征魔网核心能量的银火，不断灼烧着巴尔控制下的雅加苏拉。
硬生生将对方手腕以上的位置全部烧成了焦炭。
不过这还仅仅只是开始！ 短短几秒钟的功夫，另外一股神力就顺着烧焦的手腕进入胳膊，并在不到一分钟的时间内让小臂长出大片的红斑，紧跟着开始从内部腐烂并长出一片片被神力催生出来的真菌。
毫无疑问，这是属于剧毒与疾病女神塔洛娜的力量。
在她的眼中，自己的选民别说是借一点神力用用，就是直接召唤一两个化身都没问题。
最后再加上地狱第九层领主的类神力加持，左思硬生生让巴尔那庞大的身躯跪在自己面前，并且抬起脚以一种极具侮辱性的姿势把对方的脑袋踩进泥土里。
“不！！！！！！这不可能！我可是伟大的谋杀之神！”
巴尔显然无法接受这样的现实疯狂的挣扎、抵抗，想要挣脱牵制住自己的力量。
可遗憾的是他毕竟早就死了，只是以残魂的方式控制这个靠着自己赐予神性的儿子们勉强现身，根本发挥不了原本的实力。
尤其是雅加苏拉连让自己彻底精神化都做不到。
哪怕被强行提升到弱等神力的水平，也依旧无法对亮出好几张底牌的左思造成什么威胁。
更可怕的是在不断挣扎中，巴尔感觉到雅加苏拉体内的神力在不断减少、不断被剥离抽走，最后不可避免变得越来越虚弱。
想要摆脱这种状况就必须从鲜血王座内抽取更多的神力。
可问题是他现在已经知道了眼前这个可恶的大魔鬼目的就是为了掠夺神力，要是再继续抽取岂不是正中对方下怀？
所以巴尔抽也不是、不抽也不是，顿时陷入了两难的纠结。
但谋杀之神的残魂的想法，显然不在左思的考虑范围内。
他这会儿胸口的火花正在闪烁着明亮刺眼的光，源源不断将掠夺来的神力转化成为纯粹的能量。
很快火花等级就从LV25提升到了LV26。
等雅加苏拉身体里的神力快要被抽干的时候，居然又升了一级达到LV27。
而且随着庞大神力涌入身体乃至灵魂带来的副作用，左思此刻所展现出来的威严与气息，比跪在地上仿佛待宰羔羊的巴尔更像是一位邪恶神明。
当彻底把对手榨干吸净，他这才注视着巴尔那双充满敌意与仇恨的眼睛说道：“作为食物，你所提供的营养相当丰富，我对此很满意，同时也更加期待得到鲜血王座内存储的剩余神力。”
“你不会得逞的！
我还有很多子嗣。
他们会在不断杀戮中变得越来越强大。
我也很快将在其中一个的体内复活。
到时候你别想像现在这样赢得那么轻松。
我是伟大的谋杀之神，是所有凡人必须恐惧和敬畏的对象。
现在我已经知道了你的能力，下一次再见面就该轮到你付出代价了。”
像很多失败的反派一样，巴尔放了句狠话之后便放弃了对雅加苏拉的控制。
就在后者开始缓慢恢复意识从被控制的状态醒来时，突然感觉到有甚么东西抓住了自己的脑袋，然后一阵强烈的挤压感和剧痛从头部传来，随后就彻底失去了意识。
等再一次醒来的时候，他发现自己的灵魂已经被塞进了一颗璀璨夺目的宝石中。
The one holding this gem is Zuo Si in the form of a great devil.
Not far away lay the corpse of a giant with his head crushed.
There was no doubt that Yagasura recognized the body as his own, and he also realized that he had been killed and even his soul had been captured and imprisoned.
"Sir, those petitioners and demons in the Kingdom of Baal have already escaped. Do we need to pursue them?"
A Pit Hell commander flew over from a distance to ask for instructions from the lord he was loyal to.
"No, that's not necessary. Just let them be. We can just clean up the battlefield and then withdraw."
Zuo Si, who had achieved great success, was obviously satisfied and simply waved his hand to reject his subordinates' proposal.
Why not press on? There are many petitioners and souls in this kingdom of God, like ripe fruits growing on trees waiting for us to harvest."
The Hell Demon Commander asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“Because it is not yet harvest time.
And if Baal is pushed into a corner and directly opens a permanent portal to the Abyss, this place will become the front line of a bloody battle in minutes.
We are not ready to start another bloody battle.
So let’s stop here for today’s warm-up.
Don't worry, there will be many wars and opportunities for promotion waiting for you in the future."
After saying that, Zuo Si raised his hand and patted the Deep Hell Demon Commander on the shoulder to show encouragement.
As a superior, one of the abilities and skills that must be mastered is to "paint a rosy picture" for subordinates, make them have strong expectations for the future, and enable them to exercise their subjective initiative to create more value in their subsequent work.
Under his deception, a group of high-level devils who were looking forward to expanding the scale of the war so as to make merit and continue to climb up gave up their original ideas and secretly prepared for the next larger-scale war.
As the huge army retreated in an orderly manner, Sancho, who had been hiding in the dark for half a day, finally came out of the shadows, put one hand on his chest, bowed to his mentor, and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, my performance disappointed you."
"Disappointed? Why do you say that?"
Zuo Si returned to his human form and looked at his disciple with a smile.
“First, I shouldn’t have used Niali’s head to stimulate Yagasura and allow him to suddenly gain the power of a demigod.
Second, I did not seriously read those books in the library that discussed divine power, divinity, faith, etc., which resulted in me having no understanding of the power possessed by demigods; third, I was too confident in the magical powers I possessed, so I ignored the fact that the confrontation between gods was essentially a clash of divine power. As a result, I was unable to organize an effective defense or counterattack under the attack of Yagasura.
In short, I made too many mistakes this time."
As he said this, a look of shame appeared on Sancho's face. He lowered his head and did not dare to look his mentor in the eye.
It was obvious that ever since defeating Erinikas in Sodanisla, he had developed a sense of pride and complacency in his bones, thinking "I am very powerful."
It’s just that this pride and complacency is well hidden and not directly expressed, but it subtly and constantly affects thinking and consciousness.
After all, Sancho is just a boy and has not even entered puberty like Imoen.
The reason why I was more cautious, calm and rational than many adults in the past was entirely due to the cruel fate and strong sense of crisis.
Because if he cannot become strong in a short period of time, he will die in the infighting among the Sons of Baal.
But when they feel they are strong enough and able to protect themselves, the repressed child side of their personality will rise again.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head and explained: "No, you are wrong, I am not disappointed with your performance.
Because the power of a demigod is not something you can deal with.
As for using Niali's head to stimulate Yagasura to gain the power of a demigod, it was actually something that was bound to happen sooner or later.
With the God of Murder opening the Throne of Blood to all remaining Sons of Bhaal, it was almost inevitable that the Fiveborn would gain demigod power.
Even if you don't provoke Yagasura, but instead team up with Davian to kill him, a similar situation will inevitably happen when you encounter the next Five Descendants.
Instead of fighting against those sons of Baal who have already fully mastered the power of demigod, Yagasura who has just obtained the power of demigod is actually a good experience pack.
He can make you understand what you need to do when fighting a demigod in order to avoid being crushed by the powerful divine power.
And I can sense that you don't seem to want to continue on the path to God, right?"
As these words came out of his mouth, Sancho fell silent, and after a long while he nodded gently: "Yes, you are right.
I can feel that the stronger my power is, the easier it is for me to be restrained by some invisible force.
Then thoughts and consciousness continue to develop in a unique, extremely pure direction.
This is obviously not the result I want.
I hate this kind of divinity that makes it impossible for people to maintain their rationality, and I hate it even more that the mind becomes less and less like itself under the influence of faith. "
"So you're afraid. You're afraid that once you gain the power of a demigod, you'll completely lose yourself. Even if you give up on becoming the new God of Murder, you won't be able to change back."
Zuo Si directly expressed his disciple's deepest fear.
The price a mortal needs to pay to become a god is very high.
No one knows this better than him.
Take a look at the new god of death, Kelemvor.
At the beginning, he often maintained an intimate relationship with his mortal lover at midnight, often going out together for dates, flirting, and maybe doing some exercises that are beneficial to his physical and mental health.
But what about now?
The third generation magic goddess has begun to complain that Kelemvor is gradually becoming colder towards her.
It is estimated that it won’t be long before the two powerful gods will completely part ways and become strangers from then on.
Obviously, Kelemvor's performance is the most typical result of divinity replacing mortal nature.
Therefore, anyone who attaches great importance to "self" will inevitably have strong feelings of rejection and panic when he feels that the divinity is gradually replacing the mortal nature and that he is becoming less and less like his original self.
“You are right.
I am afraid that if I go too far on the path to becoming God, I will lose my current self and become something else that is unimaginable.
By then, I might just embrace Throne of Blood as the new God of Murder.
So please help me!"
After saying this, Sancho bent down again and bowed deeply.
Zuo Si lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, constantly searching his mind for knowledge and memories related to the gods, and finally responded with regret: "Sorry, I can't help you this time.
Because I have never become a god, and I don’t know what it feels like to have divinity replace mortal nature.
The only thing that is certain is that this is an irreversible process.
If you are really scared of this, just stay where you are and wait it out.
After all, after suffering such a huge loss, your father will probably start to strengthen the remaining five descendants at all costs, even including the chosen one who betrayed him.
I need to speed up a little bit.”
"So you plan to take action yourself?"
Sancho suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise.
Because in his opinion, once his mentor is gone, it means he won't need to continue to stand at the front and fight with those brothers and sisters who are so powerful that they are not much different from true gods.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. I just got the admission ticket issued by the Seraph God Servant, so I don't need to worry too much anymore. Let's go back and make plans, and try to get rid of the remaining five clans at once."
Just as he was about to take his apprentice away from this hellish place, a volcano not far away suddenly erupted with a massive amount of boiling magma.
The Flame Dragon Knight Davian, who had fallen in there before, was finally revived with full blood with the replenishment of fire element energy. He spread his wings, dragged his huge body and flew down from a great height, landed on the ground and changed into a human form.
"Master, I am so sorry. It's all my fault that I am too weak and you have to do it yourself."
"No, it's not your fault. I'll give you a small upgrade later, and then you won't be as powerless as you are now when facing a demigod."
Zuo Si comforted his most trusted follower, then took the two of them away from the place that had turned into scorched earth.
…
At the same time, far north of Kalinshan, underground where the Mir Forest and the Marching Mountains meet.
A young dark elf woman with a curvy figure was standing on a huge stone platform, accepting worship from believers.
Thousands of dark elves, gray dwarves, mind flayers and beholders knelt on the ground, praying fanatically and devoutly.
Some of them with higher perception attributes have even established a stable faith connection with it and have been granted divine powers.
No doubt anyone who knows anything about gods and religion knows what this means.
The object of their worship is no longer just the Son of Baal, but the true God who truly deserves the name.
This young dark elf is Xiandai, one of the "Five Races".
When she was still a mortal, she was already a legendary priest and wizard who practiced both Shennong and Ancestral Arts like Zuo Si.
Moreover, the total occupational levels of both sides exceed LV50, which is the strongest first tier even among the five races.
At this moment, there was a red light flashing in the eyes of this drow demigod, and powerful divine power was flowing through his body and even his soul.
Although she didn't quite understand why she suddenly gained such power and authority after having a strange dream, the substantial increase in power was undoubtedly exciting and joyful.
For this purpose, Xiandai specially organized this unique prayer and slaughtered a thousand goblin slaves to add to the fun.
The excitement of blood and death filling the air made her feel unprecedented pleasure, and she firmly believed that the Blood Throne would belong to her in the end.
"Great goddess! Your humble servant is asking for your instructions. What should we do next?"
A male drow took the initiative to step forward, knelt on one knee, picked up Xiandai's bare right foot, and kissed the instep and toes affectionately, his eyes revealing fanatical admiration.
After all, as a dark elf from the evil camp, the gods he can serve are very limited.
Especially after betraying the spider goddess Rose, if he cannot hold on to another god, the ending will be very, very miserable.
But now, this drow man no longer needs to fear being hunted by Rose.
Because there is a powerful goddess in front of him who can protect him.
Even if you die in battle, your soul will have a relatively safe place to go.
In fact, all the dark elves who defected from the Underdark had similar ideas.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
After all, no matter how cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, and cruel the God of Murder is, he is far stronger than Rose, who is chaotic, evil, and has a high-pressure, autocratic rule within the country.
"How is the army of Yagasura now?"
Xiandai raised her big toe and gently pinched the nose of the handsome drow man in front of her, with a teasing and seductive smile on her face.
Needless to say, the latter is not only one of her right-hand followers, but also her partner for venting her desires and enjoying pleasure on a daily basis.
Otherwise, if any other lowly man dared to make such an offensive act, his head would be crushed in an instant and turned into a headless corpse to be fed to spiders.
"According to the spies' report, Yagasura's army of fire giants has completely collapsed, and he himself has completely disappeared in a red beam of light. If nothing unexpected happens, he is most likely dead by now. Even if he is not dead, he will not be your opponent after losing his army."
The man quickly told everything he knew.
"Oh? Has Yagasura failed? It seems that this West Coast Empire is more powerful than I thought.
Now that Yagasura is out, let's shift our target to Abazig.
This blue dragon is a very formidable opponent.
He built his lair into an impregnable fortress, and it is not easy to break in."
As Xiandai spoke, she slid her entire right foot into the male drow's arms and rubbed it up and down, finally stepping on his face.
I don’t know whether this is torture or reward for the latter.
…
On the other side, deep in a cave in the Gobi Desert, more than 200 kilometers away from the Xiandai's nest.
A blue dragon, whose body size is more than twice that of its ancient counterparts, had just woken up from a strange dream and discovered in disbelief that the divine power in his body had quadrupled in an instant.
The urge to cause killing and death immediately made him feel better than ever.
Obviously, this huge blue dragon is Abazige.
In terms of individual combat power, he might even be above the Sinnoh dual-cultivator Sentai.
After all, the dragon race has been the absolute king since birth, not to mention that Abazig is the oldest son of Baal.
The years gave him more time to learn, study and understand the divinity and divine power within his body.
Moreover, after gaining more divine power, this guy was not as ecstatic as Xiandai, but instead frowned and whispered, "How weird.
Why did I suddenly have a dream?
And why did he suddenly gain such amazing power from the Blood Throne?
There must be something going on behind this.
Most importantly, is this sudden increase in power just for me, or for all the Sons of Bhaal? If it’s the latter, someone will soon be tempted to take action.”
Thinking of this, Abazig took a deep breath and instantly activated the inter-dimensional teleportation magic to move from his nest to the small space that belonged to him in the Kingdom of Baal.
Just as he was about to try to ask questions to the huge statue standing in the center of the space as usual, a figure emitting blood-red light all over his body suddenly fell from the sky.
Like all the other sons of Baal, Abazig had dreamed of his god father, so he recognized Baal in human form at a glance. He immediately stepped back and asked, "This is impossible! Aren't you dead?"
"Yes, I am indeed dead, and what is standing before you is only a remnant of my soul.
Listen, son.
I know your mind is full of doubts and confusions now.
But I don't have time to explain too much, you need to listen carefully to what is next.
This concerns the ownership of the Blood Throne and your own life and death.
A powerful demon has set his sights on my legacy. He has already killed Yagasura and will soon attack you and the others.
In order to prevent the position of the God of Murder from being usurped, I hope you can shoulder the heavy responsibility and kill this damn thief and robber.
If you do this, I will personally crown you on the throne."
When saying this, Bal's tone was full of sincerity, and he showed his "fatherly love" generously.
However, Abazig didn't know that his father had already said something similar to Melissan, who was currently the most powerful...
(End of this chapter)