Silinxi raised the straw in her hand and gently poked the head of her most outstanding disciple, with a sly smile like a girl on her face.
It has to be said that compared to Elminster, who looks old and frail and is often immersed in memories of the past, her mental state is obviously much better and younger.
Especially the ability to accept new things is simply unbelievable.
Regarding this point, it is easy to tell by looking at the fourth-generation Shuoyou mobile terminal that Silinxi just bought in her other hand.
In just a few hours, she was able to operate the touch screen with one hand and search for various news, knowledge and massive entertainment information from the huge network of the ninth layer of Baator Hell.
I even paid to download some games and had a lot of fun playing them.
If outsiders didn't know her background well, they would probably regard her as a moon elf girl who was inexperienced in the world, rather than an "old monster" who had lived for thousands of years.
Facts have proved that mentality is really important for a person.
If your mindset is young enough and you are still willing to accept new things, you can still be full of vitality even when you are old.
But if your mentality becomes as conservative as that of an 80- or 90-year-old, even if your real age is only 30 or 40 years old, you will look old and as if you have reached the end of your life.
“Teacher, I am almost 1,200 years old.
Even for the long-lived elves, it is almost equivalent to two lifetimes.
In terms of human lifespan, it is more than ten lifetimes.
Isn't it normal for your mentality to start aging? "
Elminster touched his pale hair and couldn't help but sigh.
Obviously, Feren's long and endless confrontation and conflict inevitably made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.
In other words, it is normal for most people to become numb and disappointed in an environment where they cannot see any hope of winning and can only barely maintain their balance no matter how hard they struggle.
Being able to persist for hundreds of years is considered a sign of considerable perseverance and responsibility.
But Silinxi gently shook her head and corrected him: "No, you are wrong, my foolish disciple.
It has nothing to do with age.
It's just that you've grown old because of your mentality.
As a result, they have become more and more conservative and stubborn, refusing to admit that their thoughts and consciousness can no longer keep up with the rapid changes in the new era.
So you are afraid of everything new that is far beyond your understanding and control.
Open your eyes and look at this vast, boundless city standing on the ninth level of Baator.
Isn't it far superior to the ugly castles, fortresses, and interrogation chambers used to torture and interrogate the fallen souls on other levels?
And there is almost no coercion here, all transactions and contracts are based on the voluntary consent of both parties.
Although there may be various temptations and traps, at least everyone can be his own master instead of being a numb slave.
In many ways, this is great progress.
At least when I came to hell last time, I didn't feel this kind of relaxed, free and energetic atmosphere at all.
If such a city or country were to be born in the continent of Faerun, I would not be nervous but would be very happy.
At least the basic living needs and safety of ordinary people living in such an environment can be fully met.
You don't think that a commoner who can't even fill his stomach and lives under the violence and death threats of the Thieves Guild every day would have any luxury like dignity or free will, do you?
Don't be silly! If they had a choice, I believe they would not hesitate to pay the price of their souls falling into hell after death in exchange for living under the rule of Thors while they were alive.
Besides, do you think this kind of hell would scare mortals?"
Hearing this, Elminster immediately revealed a helpless and bitter smile.
Because he knew that his teacher was right.
Just look at everything that appears on the surface of the huge cyberpunk city. Instead of making mortals fear the devil and Baator as before, it will make them have a strong yearning for it.
After all, compared to other outer planes, this is the closest to the ideal state of ordinary people. It is filled with a sense of familiarity that cannot be described in words. You can enjoy fine wine and delicious food without restraint, experience all kinds of exciting entertainment activities, break the shackles of ethics and morals and release your desires to your heart's content. It is almost the same as when you are alive.
Moreover, life will have less stress and burden, it will be easier to obtain happiness, and there will be no need to bear any form of responsibility.
But behind this seemingly beautiful illusion, all mortal souls are degenerating at an unimaginable speed, slowly turning into the state that the devils like most.
When the time comes for them to be harvested, they will naturally suddenly go bankrupt due to various unknown reasons, and then according to the contract they will be sent to a torture chamber hidden underground to be squeezed into energy, and finally be completely transformed into the lowest level of devils.
Because this process is designed to be so complex, hidden and unknown, most people don't even feel its existence.
In addition, the overwhelming propaganda, advertisements, and junk information in the city every day successfully distract people's attention, and people's instinctive mentality of taking chances and escaping makes them subconsciously filter out even if they notice it, and continue to immerse themselves in the happiness in front of them.
As for the pain that may be endured in the future, we will deal with it when that day comes. The most important thing is to continue to enjoy the current life of luxury.
Thinking of this, Elminster sighed heavily, and felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness: "Well, you are right.
I admit that I was indeed a little stupid this time, and even stood on the opposite side of everyone without realizing it.
Even the other voters of the Goddess were unwilling to support me.
The defeat in the North in particular saw the Harpers' good relations with the region's rulers and inhabitants shattered.
The intelligence network was completely paralyzed and collapsed, and it is estimated that it will never be able to be restored in the future.
What is even more frightening is that Soth has stimulated people's subconscious greed by means of interest bundling. They can either join in to gain benefits, or be swallowed up by the terrible torrent and become tragic victims.
As far as I know, most of the elven villages and barbarian tribes in the entire north have disappeared.
Those who are willing to actively integrate have become vested interests, while those who refuse to integrate will be ruthlessly eliminated, and only a very small number of them hide in the deep mountains and forests to survive.
In comparison, monsters like goblins, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, and trolls are even more miserable.
Basically, once discovered, they will be immediately hunted down by adventurers and mercenaries.
Whether they are living captives or dead bodies, they can all be sold at a high price to the spellcasting groups of the West Coast Empire to become consumables for various magic experiments.
If I remember correctly, the last time such a large-scale genocide was carried out was by those arrogant archmages in the era of Netheril.
Oh, by the way, the City of Ghosts that had escaped the disaster by hiding in the shadow plane also returned not long ago and swept across the barbarians in the entire Anauroch Desert.
In addition, Fuzor Chamberlain led Zhentil Keep to successfully conquer the entire Moon Sea, and the infighting among the chief red wizards of Cyre became increasingly fierce.
The current situation is becoming more and more chaotic, which is extremely troublesome.
To be honest, I have recently started to think about retiring.”
"Hahahaha! It seems like you've been hit really hard."
Silinxi couldn't help but burst into laughter, not taking the major events that happened in the continent of Faerun seriously at all.
After all, he is the strongest arcane spellcaster who masters two magic systems at the same time. Thousands of years ago, he was able to preside over the construction of complex magic mazes like Mith Dranor, which seem like miracles in modern times.
So whether it was the Ghost City or the Red Robe Wizard, in her eyes they were just minor incidents and not worth wasting time and attention on.
As long as she wants, and the Goddess of Magic herself does not object, she can destroy both of them at any time with her own strength.
Elminster obviously knew the terrifying magical power that this teacher possessed, and immediately asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you have any special plans or intentions for coming back this time? Or did the goddess give you a mission?"
"No, neither. I just suddenly wanted to come back to see the changes in my hometown, and Soth who has caused quite a stir in the entire universe."
As she said this, a hint of amusement clearly flashed in Sirinxi's eyes. At the same time, her appearance changed very obviously, from a moon elf to a sun elf with brown skin and blue hair.
Obviously, at this moment, this sun elf appearance is the one she uses most often, and it is also the teacher who always keeps the childlike innocence in Elminster's impression.
However, what the Great Sage of Shadow Valley did not know was that this form of the Sun Elf was not actually Sirinsi's original appearance.
In other words, because she used transformation magic so often and so frequently, even she had forgotten what she looked like before she learned the first spell.
The only thing he remembered at the moment was the elven name "Oluwenya Astoda" that he had used before, and the title "Korreceluta", which means "the great wizard among the high wizards of Cormanthyr" in the elven language.
As for the current name "Ms. Silinshi", it actually comes from the title and honorific of "Leader of Silinshina".
In addition, she also briefly served as regent of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor after the death of Grand Commander Iltargrim.
He has also successfully pulled out the crown sword that symbolizes the right to succession to the throne, and theoretically has the nominal right to rule over the entire Cormanthor region, including Myth Drannor.
It can be said that Silinxi's personal strength and background are quite explosive.
Even Elminster didn't dare to say that he could handle the [Silinsue Spell Transfer] that once frightened countless spellcasters.
The effect of this spell is to create a fixed spherical shield emitting faint light with a radius of three meters around the recipient.
No spells can penetrate the shield's defenses, but creatures within the shield can cast spells normally.
And this is just the lowest level effect of the spell.
The power of the spell will only be fully demonstrated when the recipient is the person himself.
The shield will display the veins of the magic network in front of the eyes like a lens, greatly enhancing the caster's perception of the magic network. He can accurately grasp all the fluctuations of the magic network within the spell distance of ninety meters + an additional nine meters for each casting level, and then manipulate the magic network in the area to achieve various effects.
This includes aid, which doubles the effectiveness (range, damage, area of effect) of any spell that is about to be cast or has already been cast, without the subject's knowledge.
For example, you can double the range, explosion radius, and damage of a fireball cast by a teammate, but this ability can only affect arcane spells and not divine spells.
Dissolution can dispel a spell that a target is currently casting. Unless the target of the dissolution knows the existence of this ten-ring spell, he will only think that it is caused by his own spell casting failure or spell casting error.
Suppression, select an object or location, create a spherical dead magic zone with a radius of one and a half meters, any spells and magic items in the area will be ineffective, lasting for one minute.
Manipulate and gain control over the range and area of the selected object's spell, and modify these elements to a limited extent.
Although the range and area of the spells you control cannot be increased, you can reduce their range at will or reduce the area of the spell to a maximum of 25 percent of its normal size.
For example, making the enemy caster's fireball explode around him, or reducing the explosion range of the enemy caster's fireball from the normal radius of six meters to a radius of one and a half meters.
Frenzy: Select an object or location to create a spherical frenzy magic zone with a radius of three meters, which lasts for one minute.
You should know that this is not just about controlling your own spells, but it can also affect the effects of spells released by your opponent.
The worst thing is that the above effects can be changed every six seconds on average, which makes it impossible to guard against.
Once you are targeted, not only will you not be able to launch an attack, you may even be hurt by the spells you cast.
And that's not even counting the Silverflame and all the magical rituals of the High Elven mastery.
Therefore, in Faerun, no mortal arcane spellcaster dares to stand before Sirinsi one-on-one.
Even great arcanists like Larloch and Iorum, who stood at the pinnacle of the Netheril era, were no exception.
As one of the few people in the entire continent of Faerun who knew Silinxi well, Elminster obviously realized from the teacher's reaction that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and frowned subconsciously.
Just when he wanted to continue testing, Silinxi suddenly saw something on Shuoyou's mobile terminal. An expression of great surprise instantly appeared on her face. Then she stood up and walked quickly outside without saying a word.
Although he didn't know what was happening, Elminster had no choice but to follow.
The two of them ran along the street for two or three hundred meters, and finally stopped in front of a store selling transportation tools.
Without saying a word, Silinxi paid for a powerful, wide-wheeled, super-heavy gasoline motorcycle. Without any ladylike image, she used magic to open a slit in her robe until her entire thigh was exposed, and then she quickly turned over and rode on it.
"What are you doing?"
Elminster asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't talk nonsense, come up quickly, I'm in a hurry."
Sirinxi pointed to the empty seat behind her and then tried to start the engine.
moment!
The roar of the gasoline-powered engines echoed throughout the street.
After hesitating for half a second, Elminster decided to follow the teacher's instructions and sit in the back seat obediently.
Just as his butt made contact with the leather seat, the oil-burning motorcycle rushed out at an incredible speed.
The terrifying force almost threw him away.
Fortunately, he reacted in time and grabbed the handles on both sides of the seat, otherwise the Great Sage of Shadow Valley would have broken at least several ribs and fractured an arm or a leg.
"Damn it! Slow down! Are you crazy?"
Elminster came to his senses and immediately yelled at Silinxi.
After a few seconds of acceleration, the speed of the two has reached almost 200 kilometers per hour, and is still accelerating.
Thanks to the energy conversion efficiency of the gasoline engine far exceeding that of the internal combustion engine, this sci-fi-looking vehicle can reach a maximum speed of 800 kilometers per hour.
But what about safety at this speed?
Basically you can only hope for the best.
Anyway, even if the wheel just runs over a small stone, it is possible for the car to instantly fly into the air, or roll over and hit something.
The astonishing speed made the scenery, neon lights and billboards on both sides of the street all blurred.
Elminster had even begun to cast protective spells on himself to prevent a horrific traffic accident at this speed.
But Silinxi turned a deaf ear to it. She was completely immersed in the tension and excitement brought by the speed. She sped along the highway of the cyberpunk city, leaving one gasoline truck after another behind.
About twenty minutes later, she finally slowed down and stopped at the entrance of a huge circular arena.
Similar buildings are almost everywhere in this city where entertainment is indulged to death, and they are mainly used to host various bloody and violent competitions and gladiatorial shows.
Moreover, countless people can be seen driving towards the arena.
But the strange thing is that there are no billboards at the entrance of this large arena, nor any notices of performances, and there are even no staff at the ticket check-in station at the entrance.
But after all the people who arrived parked their cars, they immediately rushed in and took out money and threw it directly into the coin box.
What happened? A big question mark popped up in Elminster's head.
Because he was unwilling to accept new things, he did not buy a Shuoyou mobile terminal as soon as his teacher arrived in the cyberpunk city. He could only follow Sirinxi into the arena and find a place closer to the front row to sit down.
After a while, the originally empty arena was filled with people.
However, unlike ordinary entertainment competitions where most of the people are mortals, the number of demons coming today seems to be a bit too much, and even celestial beings who never participate in such activities have shown up.
All the audience seemed to be waiting for something with great anticipation.
After about ten minutes, the lights above the arena that were used to provide adequate lighting finally lit up.
moment!
A pleasure demon with beautiful looks and sexy body appeared in the center of the spotlight.
She was none other than an important figure in the ninth plane, the lord's personal secretary - Gramir.
Obviously, from the moment Glamir appeared, Elminster realized that this was definitely not a trivial matter.
Otherwise, just send a Pit Fiend or an Insect Fiend.
Gramiel took a deep breath, opened his arms and shouted in an excited tone: "My dear fellow devils! And guests who have come from afar! Are you ready to share this unprecedented victory and supreme glory with me?"
"We're ready! Let's get started! I can't wait!"
"Praise the great Lord Soth! It is he who brought us the glorious victory!"
…
Suddenly, the entire stands were filled with waves of excitement and enthusiasm cheering.
"Haha, then it's as you wish!"
Gramiel waved his hand suddenly and pointed at the dark entrance behind him.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-
With the sound of chains being dragged on the ground, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was staring intently at the dark passage.
Soon, two huge alien insect demons appeared in sight.
Each of them held a thick magic chain in their hands and dragged it out with great effort.
Gradually, the true face of the other end of the chain was finally revealed.
It was a handsome demon with dark skin, pointed bat-like ears, and two slightly yellow fangs sticking out of his mouth. His six extremely conspicuous fingers and toes were simply the best proof of his identity.
Dark Lord Graz'zt!
Elminster's pupils dilated instantly, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
Silinxi was also shocked by this scene and was speechless.
You have to know that the bloody battle between demons and devils has been going on for countless thousands of years, but the deaths of high-level people on both sides are very rare, not to mention the capture of super demon lords like the Three Giants of the Abyss.
“Kneel down!”
Gramir raised his chin and gave Lord Dark an order in a condescending tone that was highly insulting.
"You lowly pleasure demon! Who do you think you are?"
Graz'zt struggled madly and roared angrily.
But unfortunately, his power as the Lord of the Abyss has been taken away from him. He is unable to shake the alien insect demon, which is known for its strength attribute, with his own strength. He is fixed in place and cannot move, and can only rage helplessly.
Snap! Without even a word of nonsense, Gramiel raised his hand and whipped the other man, leaving a flesh-and-blood wound on the dark-skinned handsome face.
This action instantly set off the scene.
"Beat him to death!"
"Let this damned demon have a good taste of Hell's dark arts!"
"Where's the interrogator? Where's our best interrogator?"
"Cut off his tongue! Dig out his eyes! I want to hear him kneeling on the ground wailing and begging for mercy!"
Countless demons stood up and waved their fists like crazy to vent their inner excitement.
Due to the bloody war, the hatred between demons and devils has long been deep-rooted, more intense and irreconcilable than any known ethnic, religious and racial conflicts on earth.
Therefore, when he saw the strongest demon lord like the Three-Headed Abyss being whipped, it was comparable to the extreme joy he felt when he was promoted.
Gramil was obviously satisfied with the atmosphere. He raised his hand to signal the audience to be patient, and then bowed deeply to the goddess in the VIP seat who was shining with golden light, with one hand on her chest.
"Great Goddess of Wealth, since this is your captive, I think it would be best for you to deal with him personally."
"I will deal with it myself?"
Woking slowly walked out from the VIP seat, a chilling smile on his face, and raised his hand and pointed lightly.
moment!
Grazzt, who was still strong and unyielding in the last second, fell to his knees with a thud in the next second, without any strength to resist at all.
Seeing this scene, Elminster and Sirince immediately understood why Grazzt appeared in Baator as a prisoner.
Although many powerful demon lords possess divine powers and can compete with genuine gods.
But the problem is that gods also have to be divided into levels.
Just as the gap between people is sometimes greater than that between people and dogs, the gap between gods is also greater than that between people and gods.
The weakest of these gods can be killed and replaced by mortals, while the most powerful can command hundreds of crystal walls and become gods above gods.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, the quasi-divine power of the demon lord can only barely fight against the demigod with weak divine power at best.
When faced with a powerful god personally taking action, even powerful figures like Demogorgon and Orcus have to temporarily hide away.
Regarding this point, just look at the new Death God, Kelemvor, when he first took office. Whenever he felt unhappy, he would go to the Abyss to kill people in his invincible form to relieve work pressure.
Therefore, even Graz'zt could not be a match for Waukeen, who had become a powerful god.
What's more, as the goddess of wealth, Wakin is best at making all kinds of secret deals that are unknown to the public.
As long as she is given enough time and chips, any unexpected and outrageous situation may happen.
Just as Silinsi and Elminster were exchanging glances, a burly man weighing at least two hundred kilograms appeared in the center of the arena.
He was nearly two meters three inches tall, with a body of muscular body that looked like a sculpture. He had already taken off all his clothes, and was only wearing a pair of triangle shorts. His bald head looked like a high-wattage light bulb under the light, emitting a dazzling light.
Especially the naked and undisguised aggressive look of this guy, which immediately made Grazzt, who was kneeling on the ground, feel a little creepy and quickly developed an ominous premonition.
It turned out that Lord Wu An's keen perception was not wrong.
After just a few minutes, he heard Gramiel say to the man in a joking tone: "Dear Mr. Argos, according to the contract, you bid the highest in the auction, so you can be the first to enjoy it. So please start exercising your power, and don't be polite."
"Hahaha! Thank you very much. Beautiful Ms. Gramiel, please allow me to express my most sincere gratitude to you, the great Goddess of Wealth, and Lord Soth. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would never have such an opportunity in my life."
After saying that, the muscular man with an exaggerated physique tore off the last covering and instantly blessed himself with [Light], [Transformation], [Bear's Tenacity], [Bull's Strength], [Cat's Grace], [Acceleration], [Sharpness], [Advanced Magic Weapon], [Sharp Teeth], [Stoneskin]...
When the last spell was cast, more than half of the audience in the arena stood up from their seats and looked at the great wizard with respect, who had mastered the magic of transformation to perfection.
sharp!
It's really amazing! To be able to think of using so many powerful spells in such a place, it's not just genius, it's sheer genius.
Some of the devils couldn't help but start clapping and cheering.
The man walked towards Grazzt, who was kneeling on the ground and unable to move, with a grin on his face. He ignored the latter's threatening eyes, hysterical threats and roars, and pressed forward without any hesitation.
moment!
Lord Wu'an's screams, curses, and impotent rage echoed in the sky above the arena.
What’s even more terrible is that the entire process was even filmed and projected onto the huge high-definition electronic screens around.
This was no longer just humiliation and abuse, it was directly stepping Grazzt's face into the pit of cesspool.
And the whole process of ravaging lasted for more than three hours, until the great wizard who was proficient in the transformation system had completely enjoyed himself and left with satisfaction.
Before leaving, the audience present did not forget to whistle, applaud and praise the warrior.
Before Graz'zt could even catch his breath, a second old hag with pustules and tumors all over her body appeared.
She simply fed the former a bottle of potion, and then began to enjoy the most handsome demon in the abyss unscrupulously.
One, two, three, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, a hundred...
In just a few days, Graz'zt, one of the three famous giants of the abyss and the Lord of Darkness, was completely reduced to a plaything to be ravaged in full view of the public.
No matter whether they are ambitious people who want to have mixed-race offspring from him, or madmen who simply want to vent their desires, as long as they are willing to pay enough money, they can get a number plate.
When the time comes, you can queue up with a number, and when it is your turn, you can go to the Grand Arena and have fun with this powerful demon lord who was once high and mighty and frightened countless mortals.
In addition, the ninth level of hell also provides video and photo services, which can record the process according to the needs of the guests, and either keep it as a private collection or put it on certain special website platforms for people to pay to watch and earn a share of the profits.
According to the order issued by Zuo Si, Gramil adopted the most inhumane business operation based on the principle of squeezing out the last bit of surplus value.
From clothing and props to add erotic appeal to product placements for various drugs, basically as long as there's money to be made, they'll take it.
Not long after, Graz'zt became pregnant and gave birth to her first half-blood child.
As we all know, Six Fingers has a two-wire plug, so he has two reproductive systems at the same time and can get pregnant and give birth to children like a female demon.
The father of this child is none other than the great transformation wizard who looks more like a warrior than a warrior—Mr. Argos.
Seeing her enemies living a life worse than death every day, the evil anger that had been pent up in the heart of the goddess of wealth Woking was finally completely released.
What's more, whether the other party is willing or not, they are now creating profits for themselves continuously.
She can get half of all the money earned from Lord Wu An.
As for the other side, of course it belongs to Zuo Si, the ninth-level lord who provided all of this.
There is no doubt that the tragic situation in Grazzt deeply shocked Silence and Elminster who came to visit.
So much so that they had no mood to continue visiting and experiencing the wide variety of entertainment projects, and hurriedly opened the inter-dimensional portal to return to the continent of Faerun.
When she breathed in the familiar air of her hometown again, Silinxi instantly relaxed a lot, turned around and said to her disciples: "Let's part here for the time being.
When you have free time after you go back, think more about what I told you.
Don't always act like you're old and dying.
That won't do you or those around you any good.
Don't forget, you are only over a thousand years old, which is still very young for an immortal."
"Where are you going?"
Elminster asked in a low voice.
"Of course I'm going to visit Soth. But not as the chosen one of the goddess of magic, but as an elf."
Silinxi winked playfully, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
"As an elf?"
Elminster was stunned for a moment, but soon remembered something, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked along the country road towards his home in Shadow Valley.
He was obviously still adhering to the principle of not using magic if possible, and would rather crawl than use the simpler and faster teleportation.
…
At the same time, in the Mage Tower of Askatra.
Zuo Si stayed alone in the exploration room, relying on the memories in his mind to find the coordinates of the new world in the endless multiverse.
This behavior continued for several days, and he could already vaguely sense the planet filled with amazing magical power.
But for some reason, every time it was about to lock, it would be disturbed by a powerful force and would end up in vain.
The first few times Zuo Si thought it was caused by an operational error, but later he found out that it had nothing to do with him, but that the planet was protected by some force.
Any force snooping beyond the warning line will instantly trigger the protection mechanism, making it impossible for the snooper to obtain the accurate spatial coordinates.
Could this be the planetary protection shield set up by the legendary Titan?
Or is it a self-protection circle formed by the overflow of energy? Or is it interference from other forces?
Staring at the crystal ball that showed a chaos, Zuo Si stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
Obviously, without accurate spatial coordinates, even a planeswalker would not be able to enter an unknown space and time.
Now he suddenly understood why Sargeras, the dark Titan, the founder of the Burning Legion, and the one who had the record of destroying a star with one sword, had spent more than 10,000 years but had not been able to do anything to Azeroth.
As long as this enemy is powerful enough that you can't even get close to it, and can only rely on corrupting local creatures to open the portal from the inside, the defenses are still there, and even if you want to do something big, you won't be able to do anything.
What should I do? Should I give up and change to another time and space?
Or did he also want to try his hand at infiltration? Just as Zuo Si was hesitating, a voice suddenly echoed in his ears through the thick fog.
Although it was very vague and weak, he still heard it clearly thanks to the intermittent connection.
"Unknown great being... please... please help me... I need a stronger power to save these innocent people. I am willing to pay any price for it... even my own life and soul..."
With the help of this guy who took the initiative to send out a desperate prayer, Zuo Si quickly released his power to strengthen the connection between him and the other party.
In a flash!
His perception passed through this line, through the heavy fog and obstacles, and descended on the devastated battlefield.
I saw a group of human warriors forming a tight square and guarding a small square that looked like a village, trying their best to resist the zombies, ghouls and skeletons that were pouring in like a tide.
Next to them, there were countless civilians who fell to the ground and began to cough, vomit and convulse violently.
On average, every few seconds, these civilians would turn into bloodthirsty undead monsters in great pain and pounce on the soldiers who were protecting them from behind.
This sudden attack caused the human army to become extremely chaotic, and some soldiers were even knocked to the ground and dragged into the crowd of zombies to be brutally dismembered.
A blond young man holding a warhammer released golden holy light to heal the injured soldiers around him, while rushing to the front, blocking the only gap in the attack of the undead army and not letting any zombie pass by him.
The one who made the prayer was a young human priest who was doing his best to heal the tortured civilians in the chaos.
He seemed to be only seventeen or years eighteen old, and was wearing a white novice robe issued by the Holy Light Church.
But now it was completely covered with blood and mud, and looked both miserable and desperate.
Because the power of holy light could not cure the civilians infected with the plague, nor could it even relieve their pain. They could only watch one person after another die, and then get up and turn into undead.
This intense stimulation and shock that could not be described in words caused the young trainee priest to completely lose his faith in the Holy Light and he began to turn to unknown forces for help.
Just as he watched another fourteen-year-old girl dying and about to take her last breath, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Do you want to gain power?"
The young pastor's originally sad expression suddenly froze on his face, and he began to shout like crazy: "Yes! I long for power! No matter who you are, please give me the power to save these innocent lives! I am willing to give my life and soul in exchange!"
"The contract...is concluded!"
As these words came out of his mouth, a beam of light suddenly dropped from the sky, piercing directly through the black night sky, illuminating the area for several kilometers as if it were daytime.
All the undead that were illuminated by this light turned into dust in just a few seconds, so that the undead hiding in the darkness behind them stopped attacking.
The sick civilians who were originally dying also found that their weak bodies were recovering at an unimaginable speed.
miracle!
A miracle had happened! All the living people looked up at the sky at the same time, as if they wanted to see the unknown god who had saved them on the other side through the beam of light.
(End of this chapter)
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