"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 infinitely magically, 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 plane dragonswalker. 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.
Currently maintaining the form of a great devil, he is spreading his dragon wings, looking down at Yagasura who is controlled by Baal. One of his hands is holding a divine staff, and his whole body exudes an astonishing aura, just like the world-destroying demon king in mythology and legend.
And now, with the help of his believers, Baal has gotten rid of the entanglement of those demons and transformed into a giant beast with four legs and an appearance like a ravager. The strength of his divine power has been constantly rising.
If the power level of Yagasura, who had just awakened and gained the power of demigod, was one, then his power level under Baal's control has now reached about six.
According to the standards given by some books and scholars in the continent of Faerun, this is no longer a demigod with weak divine power, but has reached the standard of weak divine power.
If it were any other lord of hell, and they found that the target they had to deal with had changed from a demigod with weak divine power to a weaker divine power, they would probably have chosen to retreat tactically long ago.
After all, starting from the weaker level of divine power, the performance of gods in battle will become quite unstable, or have huge ups and downs.
The weakest among them can't even defeat the stronger demigods.
However, a very small number of weaker divine powers can defeat or even kill powerful divine powers in certain special periods.
Some weaker divine powers are simply the face-reading of another powerful divine power.
Fortunately, Baal is not the kind of god who has many physiognomists and spreads faith to other material planes. His influence is limited to the continent of Faerun on the planet Toril.
What's more, the divine power that seemed very threatening in the eyes of other hell lords was, in Zuo Si's eyes, all precious energy that could enable his planeswalker spark to achieve a leapfrog upgrade, and it was compressed.
So instead of retreating, he intensified his efforts to create a sense of oppression, forcing the remaining soul of Baal to extract more divine power from the Blood Throne to strengthen Yagasura.
In this way, only after killing the Son of Baal can the energy contained in his body be seized.
Boom!!!!!! After another lightning-fast exchange, Baal finally realized something. He first lowered his head to glance at his claws, then raised his head and glared at them with two blood-red eyes and asked, "You have been plundering my divine power through fighting since just now?!"
"Oh? You finally figured it out? I thought with your intelligence, you would wait until at least a quarter or even more was sucked away before you would react.
But unfortunately, it was discovered too late.
The power you have drawn from the Blood Throne can no longer be returned."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
Now he finally understood how Baal had dared to ambush the Earth Mother, Changtiia, on the Moonshadow Isles and attempted to kill her, and then conspired with Melkor and Bane to steal the Tablets of Fate.
In addition to his huge ambitions, the main reason is that he is ignorant and fearless, and his thinking and action patterns are very reckless.
Especially in the process of fighting and killing, this god of murder is very susceptible to primitive instincts and impulses, losing his mind and wantonly venting his power without considering the consequences.
This may be the influence of his priesthood, or it may have been the case with Baal when he was still a mortal.
But in Zuo Si's eyes, an impulsive character is always easier to deal with than a calm, rational and steady character.
He summoned legions of demons and adopted an extremely aggressive posture in order to completely enrage Baal and make him extract divine power from the Blood Throne at all costs.
Now that this goal has been achieved, it is time to reap the fruits of victory.
"Don't even think about it! I will never allow a damn thief like you to steal the Blood Throne! It belongs to me!"
Bal suddenly swung his two fists and slammed them hard on the ground.
Boom! Boom! With two deafening noises, his huge body soared into the air with the help of the reaction force, and pounced on the big devil floating in the air with his fangs and claws.
Facing an enemy who had reached the level of weak divine power, Zuo Si did not dare to be negligent. He immediately endowed himself with stronger strength through quasi-divine power, and then raised the artifact staff to shoot out a silver flame with astonishing power.
Baal was also a ruthless man. He directly released a divine shield to wrap around the vital parts of Yagasura's body, allowing the silver flames to burn unimportant skin, muscles and bones.
When he got close, he suddenly stretched his body, swung his two huge fists and smashed down hard.
With the blessing of divine power, the strength of this huge beast has long exceeded the limits of what mortals can imagine. It can even produce the terrifying effect of nuclear fusion just by swinging its fist.
Accompanied by a dazzling white light that was countless times brighter than the sun, it instantly illuminated an area of hundreds of kilometers, followed by a terrifying shock wave and loud noise.
All the devil legions and Baal's believers who came a little closer were evaporated in an instant by the indescribable heat, and not even a trace of bones was left.
Because this is not fire at all, but an absolute impact of divine power.
Those who were a little further away could clearly feel the intense pain of their bodies being lifted and torn apart by the shock wave, and finally died.
Only a very few lucky ones reacted in time and managed to escape beyond the affected area with the help of teleportation magic.
When the fireball and mushroom cloud that shot up into the sky gradually dissipated, they finally saw that at the center of the explosion, Zuo Si, who looked much smaller than his opponent, had actually grabbed Bal's fist tightly, and with his even more powerful brute force, he slowly bent it, with a horrible sound of broken bones and snapped muscles.
"I'm sorry, but this is not up to you. Besides, do you think you are the only one who has divine power?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si, who was in the form of a great devil, suddenly burst out with silver fire symbolizing the core energy of the magic network all over his body, which continued to burn Yagasura under Baal's control.
He burned the opponent's entire body above the wrist into charcoal.
But this was just the beginning! In just a few seconds, another divine power entered the arm along the burnt wrist, and in less than a minute, large patches of red spots appeared on the forearm, which then began to rot from the inside and grew patches of fungi that were stimulated by the divine power.
There is no doubt that this is the power of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease.
In her eyes, her chosen ones could easily borrow some divine power or even directly summon one or two avatars.
Finally, with the help of the divine power of the lord of the ninth layer of hell, Zuo Si forced Bal's huge body to kneel in front of him, and raised his foot to stomp the opponent's head into the mud in an extremely insulting posture.
"No!!!! This is impossible! I am the great god of murder!"
Bal obviously could not accept this reality and he struggled and resisted frantically, trying to break free from the force that was restraining him.
But unfortunately, he had died a long time ago, and he only appeared in person as his residual soul to control his sons who had been given divinity by him, and they were unable to exert their original strength at all.
Especially since Yagasura couldn't even make himself completely spiritual.
Even if he was forcibly raised to the level of weak divine power, he still could not pose any threat to Zuo Si who had revealed several trump cards.
What's even more terrifying is that during the constant struggle, Baal felt that the divine power in Yagasura's body was constantly decreasing and being stripped away, and finally and inevitably became weaker and weaker.
To get rid of this situation, more divine power must be drawn from the Blood Throne.
But the problem is that he now knows that the purpose of this hateful big devil in front of him is to plunder the divine power. If he continues to extract it, wouldn’t he be playing into the other party’s hands?
So Bal was in a dilemma, not knowing whether to draw or not.
But the thoughts of the remnant soul of the God of Murder were obviously not within Zuo Si's consideration.
The sparks on his chest were now flashing bright and dazzling light, continuously transforming the plundered divine power into pure energy.
Soon the spark level increased from LV25 to LV26.
When the divine power in Yagasula's body was almost drained, it actually upgraded to level 27.
Moreover, with the side effects brought about by the huge divine power pouring into his body and even his soul, the majesty and aura displayed by Zuo Si at this moment made him look more like an evil god than Baal, who was kneeling on the ground like a lamb to be slaughtered.
When he had completely drained his opponent dry, he looked into Baal's eyes, which were full of hostility and hatred, and said, "As food, the nutrition you provide is quite rich. I am very satisfied with it. At the same time, I am even more looking forward to obtaining the remaining divine power stored in the Blood Throne."
“You won’t succeed!
I have many offspring.
They will become stronger and stronger as they continue to kill.
I will soon be resurrected in the body of one of them.
Don't expect to win as easily as you do now.
I am the great god of murder, whom all mortals must fear and revere.
Now that I know your abilities, it will be your turn to pay the price the next time we meet."
Like many failed villains, Baal gave up control of Yagasura after making a few harsh remarks.
Just as the latter began to slowly regain consciousness and wake up from the controlled state, he suddenly felt something grabbing his head, and then a strong sense of squeezing and severe pain came from his head, and then he completely lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found that his soul had been stuffed into a dazzling gem.
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 become 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 pleasure enjoying 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 losing after 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)
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