Because here there are not only gods fighting each other, but also demons, angels, devils and other powerful alien creatures belonging to different camps and hostile to each other, as well as countless mortals who are ambitious to gain strength, power, and eternal immortal life.
Among mortals, mages are undoubtedly a very special group.
Not only do they possess extraordinary intelligence, but they can also transform knowledge and technology into powerful arcane powers. They are truly the chosen ones of heaven and can even be called the mortals who are closest to gods.
The sense of superiority brought about by this powerful magical force will inevitably make the wizards feel very arrogant, thinking that they are omniscient and omnipotent.
The desire of the great arcanists of the Netheril era to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods was the extreme manifestation of this mentality.
Most mages, regardless of their alignment, will show a certain degree of self-centeredness and not care about other people's feelings at all. Even those archmages who are recognized as kind and responsible are no exception.
In fact, if you just look through the history of various regions in the continent of Faerun, you will easily find that wizards are behind almost all disputes, turmoil, and disasters.
Or to put it another way, if there is no powerful wizard involved, or if the whole thing is planned by an evil wizard, then the impact and damage it can cause must be very limited.
Therefore, some scholars once jokingly said that the history of the continent of Faerun is a history jointly dominated by gods and wizards.
Whether it was the era when the elves dominated, or the later rise of Netheril and Imaskar, or the Calimshanshan Dynasty that had a significant impact on the west coast region, the highest ruling class were all wizards.
In modern times, the voters of the goddess of magic, such as the mad wizard Halaster the Black, Manshoon, Sazastan, Elminster, Lyra, Khelben, and Alustriel, have profoundly influenced the development of the political situation in their respective regions.
Large and small mage organizations such as the Arcane Brotherhood, the Guild of Masked Mages, the Red Mages, the Starry Cloaks, the Battle Mages of Cormyr, and the Coven of Sleiman are flourishing everywhere, and some of them even control the local administrative, military, and judicial power.
Even those rulers and guild leaders who are not wizards are accustomed to spending a lot of money to hire at least one wizard to serve as their advisor and deputy to protect them.
Otherwise, they might disappear inexplicably or die from various "accidents" such as poisoning, curses, etc.
It can even be said that without mages, Faerun today would be very different.
Therefore, any war involving a large number of mages will inevitably attract close attention from surrounding forces.
So as the City of Ghosts began to send its troops to Tiventón, the first to respond was not the Kingdom of Cormyr, but the nearest valley.
To be more precise, they were Elminster and Storm Silverhand, who lived in Shadowdale.
From the moment Graya killed the Ghost Prince, they knew that Telramant would not give up, and left many spies of the Harpist Alliance nearby.
When the vanguard of the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry arrived, the two elects were already standing on the northernmost peak of the Storm Horn Mountains, looking down at the situation in the distance.
After several minutes, Storm Silverhand couldn't help but asked, "Do you think there will be a fight?"
Elminster nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Because the power structure of Shade City is the system built by Telramant, his lieutenants, and his sons. If there is no response to the death of a Shade Prince, then the entire rule will collapse, and the high-level wizards will no longer believe in his promise to revive Netheril."
"Then what's the point of us coming here? Shouldn't this matter be left to Soth? After all, the Dark Prince is his offspring, and it's not our turn to worry about it."
There was a strong sense of doubt in Storm Silverhand's tone.
After all, any discerning person can see the conflicts and differences between Zuo Si and Elminster, and judging from the performance of the third-generation magic goddess Midnight, she clearly favors the former.
In other words, there was absolutely no need for the great sage of Shadow Valley to wade into this muddy water.
"No, you don't understand, nothing can happen to Graya, otherwise it will definitely cause an unimaginable disaster.
You should know Soth's character and how crazy and scary he can be when he's pissed off.
By then, not only would Ghost City be reduced to ashes, but even the indigenous people of the valley and the Anauroch Desert would be implicated.
So to ensure that this doesn't happen, we must prevent Telamante from touching that most sensitive nerve.
This has nothing to do with the conflict between me and Soth. It's for the common people living in this land and the magic goddess we serve.
What's more, the return of Ghost City to the material plane is not all bad.
At least in the field of magic, they brought back a lot of lost knowledge and technology from the Netheril era, as well as many new creations and inventions."
Elminster expressed his attitude and position directly.
Storm Silverhand nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, maybe you are right. But are you sure Soth will appreciate it, and not dislike you for meddling in other people's business?"
Elminster smiled and responded, "What he thinks is his business, I just need to do my part.
What's more, I think that although there are differences in concepts between us, we still have some tacit understanding.
If one day I am in danger and need help, no matter how much Soth dislikes me, I will never stand by and watch me die.
Because we are all chosen by the Goddess of Magic.
In this regard, you can always trust the principles of a lawful alignment."
"The relationship between you two is really complicated. Never mind. I'm too lazy to think about it. Just tell me when I need to take action."
Storm Silverhand rolled his eyes in annoyance, then sat down on the ground, enjoying the coolness brought by the wind blowing gently on his cheeks.
Behind her, one could clearly see more than thirty fully-armed people dressed as adventurers, all of them elite Harpists.
Although their numbers are small, they can defeat enemies that are more than ten times their number on the front battlefield.
…
On the other side, in the Desert Mouth Mountains north of Tivanton, the high-level wizards of Ghost City have assembled and are gathering together to perform a summoning ceremony of the spell system.
With the blood sacrifice of more than hundreds of slaves, an evil, dark and filthy abyss magic circle was finally completed, and the huge magic circle on the ground burst out with dazzling red light.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely huge figure slowly crawled out from the middle.
When it appeared, even the ghost princes subconsciously held their breath.
Unspeakable chaos, evil, filth, and decay spread in all directions like a plague, causing all nearby plants to wither and die in just a few seconds.
The huge two-headed baboon head and the thick arms that look like tentacles are so recognizable.
Because the summoned monster is none other than Demogorgon, the lord of the 88th layer of the Abyss - the Saltwater Swamp, and he is also the only one who currently holds the title of "Demon Prince".
As soon as he appeared, he immediately locked onto Telamante. One of his heads opened his bloody mouth and asked in a creepy voice: "Mortal, where is the thing you promised? Why can't I see or sense his existence?"
"Don't worry, great demon prince. The descendants of Soth are in the city floating in the sky in the distance."
Telamante stepped forward and pointed at Tivendon who was floating in the air with the help of the shadow magic net.
Demogorgon raised his head and stared at the city that exuded a strong dark atmosphere. He soon showed satisfaction: "Very good, I will join this war according to the agreement we reached before. It's time to make the damn devil who disturbed the abyss pay the price."
There is no doubt that from the vicious look and tone, it is not difficult to judge that the two-headed baboon now hates Zuo Si to the core.
The reason is very simple.
He was the one who suffered the most losses in this chaos that affected most of the abyss.
In particular, Ocus's sudden and fierce attack caused great damage to the saltwater swamp.
Not only that, the previous fight over the succubus queen Mecanthus and the entire abyss level also led to a deep hatred between the two sides.
After all, Mecanthus was Demogorgon's lover before, and this was a well-known fact in the entire Abyss.
Although the chaotic demon does not have the concept of husband and wife, he will not stop looking for other lovers just because he has a lover.
But the blatant robbery still made him very angry and annoyed. It felt almost like a man putting a cheating hat on himself after finding out his wife had run away with someone else.
It can be said that Zuo Si's actions had already irritated the demon prince.
It's just that I never found the opportunity to take revenge.
But now, Ghost City offered a good deal, and he naturally would not let it go as he had been holding a grudge for a long time.
Anyway, even if it fails, it's just the loss of an incarnation.
Apparently, Ovo's judgment about Telamante was correct.
Given this guy's timid and cautious character, once he chooses to attack, he must be fully prepared.
However, although he successfully summoned the incarnation of Demogorgon, Telamante did not rush to launch an attack. Instead, he ordered his group of mages to continue opening inter-dimensional portals to summon various alien creatures and elemental creatures.
In just a few hours, the entire mountain area was densely packed with tens of thousands of monsters.
When the spell slots were almost used up, the mages of Ghost City finally stopped and began an eight-hour long rest.
After two days of this, an army so large that it was far beyond the controllable range appeared out of nowhere.
Anyone who sees this scene will be terrified at the power wielded by a powerful group of mages.
Because as long as they have enough preparation time, they can easily capture and destroy most of the towns in the world without suffering any losses themselves.
This is why Ghost City, although it is just a floating city with a population of only about 20,000 people, can make everyone around it feel scared.
If the standard for measuring the strength of a modern country on Earth is its industrial manufacturing capacity, then the most direct measure of a country's strength in the continent of Faerun is the number and level of its spellcasters.
In this regard, the City of Ghosts, which has been continuing the elite education of Netheril and can gain ghostly physique and increase lifespan through the power of Shar, undoubtedly has an overwhelming advantage.
Unless absolutely necessary, no one would want to provoke the City of Ghosts, which possesses such powerful magical power, not even Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim.
"Father, it's time to take action."
The eldest son, Revalan Tanshul, reminded in a low voice with excitement in his eyes.
Telramante hesitated for a moment, then nodded expressionlessly: "Then let's start a tentative attack.
Remember, move quickly and never give the other person time to react.
We must capture Tifton and capture the Dark Prince Greya before the West Coast Empire can react."
"Understood! The great goddess of night will protect us."
After saying that, Revalan Tanshul raised his head and stared at the pitch-black night sky above his head with a fanatical look on his face. There was no moonlight or stars at all.
In his opinion, this night without a single ray of light most likely meant that Shar approved of the action.
Following an order, the magic arrays on the ground that were set up to restrain alien creatures suddenly lost their effect.
Tens of thousands of demons, yugoloths, and elemental creatures rushed towards the portal below Tifton like a tide.
Since there was no deliberate control, many demons suddenly lost their chaotic nature and began to attack their peers around them when they were halfway through the run, resulting in quite a commotion.
But fortunately, this loss is nothing compared to the huge number.
Before long, the streets and alleys of Tivanton were filled with alien creatures.
The malicious yugoloths and demons broke into the house without any hesitation, trying to find some living people to torture and entertain themselves.
After all, this is their biggest motivation for accepting the call of mortal spellcasters.
But the strange thing is that after scanning the entire street, not a single living person was found, as if all the residents of the city had disappeared.
The silence and weirdness were so indescribable that even the elemental creatures that acted on instinct felt something was wrong.
Sudden!
A huge bell rang from the top of the tall tower in the center of the city.
Dang-dang-dang-
Before these alien creatures could react to what was happening, a cold and emotionless voice suddenly echoed in the sky above Tivendon.
"Did you hear that? This is the death knell for you! Endless darkness will devour everything!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, the whole city suddenly became dark, without a single light.
This was obviously not ordinary darkness, but a terrifying magical darkness. Even alien creatures with dark vision could not see things more than a few meters away. The fiercely burning body of the fire element could only barely illuminate an area with a radius of three meters.
Since they didn't know what exactly was going on, everyone who entered the portal and had a certain level of intelligence was on edge.
Because this dark environment is perfect for launching a sneak attack.
Moreover, due to the inherent chaotic evil nature of demons and the selfishness of yugoloths, there is no such thing as trust between them, and they are always on guard against each other.
It was okay that the visible range was a little wider just now, at least there was a relatively safe buffer distance.
But now that I suddenly can't see it, a chain of suspicion immediately forms.
Yugoloths would think that demons are all lunatics and psychopaths, and would suddenly jump out of the darkness to attack them; demons would think that Yugoloths are all untrustworthy and treacherous villains, and betrayal is as easy for them as eating and drinking, and would they backstab them.
Just as this atmosphere of mutual distrust began to spread, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the darkness.
“Ah…
"What the hell is that! There's a monster in the dark!"
"No! Get away! Don't touch me!"
…
If it were a normal person, he would definitely rush to the direction where the sound came from to check the situation.
But demons and yugoloths obviously won't do anything selfless.
They waited until the screams completely disappeared before they cautiously approached the place where the sounds came from. In the end, they only saw dozens of cold bodies lying motionless on the ground.
This scene immediately made the Yug'groths and demons present show expressions of shock and disbelief.
Because as alien creatures, they should be sent directly back to their hometown after death in the material world.
But judging from the condition of these dead people, it is obvious that they were not able to go back, but were directly killed by something more terrifying.
"Damn it! What happened on earth?"
A cunning seducer said with a hint of fear in his tone.
"It's negative energy! Abnormally powerful negative energy! There's something weird here! I think it's better for us to get out of here quickly."
Another seducer also showed fear.
Just when they were about to activate the teleportation magic, they suddenly found that their spell-like abilities were not working.
To be precise, it was disturbed by some strong magical fluctuations.
Not far away, a Balrog began to lose control for unknown reasons. His chest emitted a blinding white light and continued to expand. Finally, it exploded with a loud bang, blowing all the unlucky guys within a radius of thirty meters to pieces.
The next second...
Countless deformed, ugly black shadows appeared out of nowhere, their number even dozens or even hundreds of times greater than the number of alien creatures pouring into the city streets.
Because their bodies and appearance completely blend into the surrounding darkness, the only thing that can be seen is a sea of gray-white holes that look like creepy eyes.
"Damn it! It's a shadow creature! This place is connected to the shadow plane! Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
A high-level Yugoloth waved his weapon to force back a group of black shadows that rushed up to touch him, then kicked the berserker beside him out as cannon fodder, and took advantage of this opportunity to turn around and run away without saying a word.
Because he had realized that the terrible darkness was not ordinary magic, but a terrifying divine power or quasi-divine power.
With the blessing of this power, being touched by these creatures from the shadow plane means real death.
I have to say, this high-level Yugoroth has made a good start.
Because of his leading example, other demons and yugoloths around him followed suit and pushed the unlucky guy closest to them out to be a scapegoat to buy time.
As a result, a chain reaction occurred instantly, making the already chaotic situation even more chaotic.
Many hot-tempered demons simply drew their weapons and started fighting on the spot.
What's even more terrible is that more and more follow-up troops continue to pour in and block the only portal that is still functioning normally.
A fierce conflict broke out between those who wanted to go out and those who wanted to come in. The corpses soon piled up into a small hill on the ground, and the blood even reached the ankles to form a sticky river of blood.
After all, in the clever thinking of demons and yugoloths, being killed by a shadow creature means real death, but if killed by their own kind, the most they can do is return to their homeland and wait for rebirth, so they work particularly hard when killing each other.
On the contrary, they were passive and lazy when fighting against the shadow creatures and were unwilling to have any contact with them.
Some demons even choose to commit suicide when they are about to be overwhelmed by a large number of shadow creatures.
"Humph! What a mob."
The Dark Prince stood on the high tower and watched everything that was happening with a look of disdain.
Perhaps for other city rulers, such an army composed of alien and elemental creatures is indeed a huge threat.
But in Graya's eyes, it's not even a trouble.
Because now the entire Tivant is under the coverage of his powerful quasi-divine power, it can even be said that it is equivalent to a miniature kingdom of gods. He can adjust the terrain, topography, gravity at will according to his own wishes, block all spells of a certain faction so that they cannot take effect normally, and create chaotic magical areas or magic-free areas.
In such a field, numbers have long lost their meaning.
Unless one has equal power to suppress it, no matter how many are thrown in, they will just be food for the hungry ghosts and will be swallowed up and assimilated by the endless sea of shadow creatures.
"Master, I think these summoned alien creatures are probably a test of you by the City of Ghosts." Female adjutant Corinna reminded cautiously.
"I know.
But what does this matter?
What if they knew the power I possess?
In the face of absolute power, any tricks and means are meaningless.
Through this war, I will prove to the mortals of this world that I am the master of darkness."
After saying that, Graya suddenly drew out his sword and swung it towards the entrance of the portal in front of him.
The shadow magic web covering the area immediately began to boil, spewing out energy from it that was enough to destroy and devour everything.
Before the demons, yugoloths, and elemental creatures could react to what was happening, they were instantly crushed, torn apart, and twisted into hideous undead or shadow creatures.
The overflowing energy even passed through the portal and swept through the surrounding camps of the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry.
More than five thousand men and their mounts died in less than ten seconds.
Eventually, the area within a radius of four or five kilometers centered on Tivanton was shrouded in a huge black curtain.
"This is……"
Coralibonas Tanshul's pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again, his face full of disbelief.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a life that had just been born could possess such terrible dark power.
In terms of purity, it is almost as powerful as the incarnation of the goddess of night, Shar.
"That is the target of our operation this time, the heir of Soth, the emperor of the West Coast Empire and the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, the future king of the Kingdom of Cormier, the prince of darkness - Graya. It seems that Lamolek's death was not unjust."
Telamante gave the answer with a serious expression.
As a survivor of Netheril who has communicated with top archmages such as Karsus, Iolum, Larloch, and Orvo, he has seen too many geniuses and powerful people in his life that he will never be able to reach in his entire life.
Even including the incarnations of the first goddess of magic and the goddess of night, Shar.
Although the power possessed by the Dark Prince Graya is still immature and far from being as powerful as a divine power, the pure darkness that cannot be described in words makes Telamante feel extremely fearful.
Because he was increasingly uncertain whether the goddess of the night, Shar, would stand on the side of himself and the City of Ghosts in this matter.
After all, there is no logic to the favor of God.
As the loneliest goddess in the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, Shar is so obsessed with restoring everything to the darkness at the beginning of the world. Ultimately, she wants to regain the feeling of safety and familiarity.
But what if there was someone who could give her that feeling right now?
If Shar falls madly in love with Graya like Talona falls in love with Zuo Si, it will definitely be bad news for the City of Ghosts, which relies on the protection of the Goddess of Night.
Thinking of this, Telamante glanced at his eldest son, Rivalan, who was also the chief archbishop and elect of Shar in the City of Ghosts.
The latter apparently noticed his father's gaze and gestured to the group of priests around him.
The rest of the Church of Shar immediately activated the seal of a massive container.
The seal of the container vibrated slightly twice and then was pushed open with a bang. A large amount of sludge mixed with sewage gushed out, quickly turning a large area around it into a swamp.
After about a few minutes, a huge mud giant rose from the ground and appeared in everyone's sight, opening its mouth and letting out a deafening roar.
"I, the great god of the Boiling Mud Lake, Borem, am back again. Poor mortals! Are you ready to bear my wrath that has accumulated for thousands of years?"
Before he finished speaking!
The newly formed swamps around it rapidly expanded, devouring the surrounding forests, plains and mountains. Large tracts of black mud continued to bubble and begin to boil under the influence of the power of the wild god.
As the boiling mud collided with the black curtain covering Tivendon, violent vibrations and deafening noises echoed in the night sky.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!! In addition to the area covered by the curtain, the nearby swamp that expanded over a thousand meters was suddenly blown up into the sky by the huge energy shock wave, and soon after, mud rain began to fall overhead.
"Who dares to stop Borem from building his own territory?!"
The God of Wilderness was obviously angered by this offense, and he rushed towards Tifton, wanting to teach him a lesson.
You know, he is called the "God of Anger", so you can imagine how bad his temper is.
But just as the huge mud giant approached the portal, a black sword fell directly from the sky, pierced through the top of its head and pierced through its entire body with a "puff".
The next second...
The sword released a destructive energy shock, which directly shattered Borem's mud body, which was not very strong to begin with.
Less than a second later, the Dark Prince Graya followed closely behind him and dropped from the sky. He pulled his sword out of the ground, shook off the mud, and then said mockingly, "Is this the trump card you prepared for me? A wild god who was defeated and killed by the three gods of death when he was still a mortal?
I have to say this is extremely disappointing.
After all, I have made so many preparations, but now it seems that they are useless.
Because I am all it takes to kill you all!"
"Don't be impatient, Dark Prince. Do you think Prim can be dealt with so easily?"
Desud Tanshul, who was at the forefront of the battlefield, smiled playfully.
Even as the two were talking, the mud that had been shattered and flown away began to gather together again as if it had life, forming the shape of a giant.
"Immortality?!"
Graya was visibly taken aback.
Because when he was tearing the opponent's mud body into pieces just now, he didn't find the opponent's heart.
Desud Tanshuar grinned and nodded. "That's right. The Prim you see is not the same Prim that the Deathly Three encountered when they were still mortals. It no longer has any weaknesses. Most importantly, we have more surprises for you."
"Oh? What is it? Why don't you take it out and show it to me?"
Graya immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level, using his divine-like powers to sense the existence around him that might pose a threat to him.
In a flash!
A huge black shadow appeared out of nowhere behind him.
As a subconscious first reaction, the Dark Prince immediately swung his sword back and tried to kill him.
But before he could touch anything, he saw two thick and strong ones falling straight towards him.
not good!
Relying on his control over the shadow magic web, Graya activated a short-distance teleportation, barely avoiding the two very dangerous tentacles and arriving above one of the opponent's two heads.
Just when he was about to complete a beheading, a tail with a hook suddenly stabbed out from the side. Judging from the strange black light at the front end, it was most likely highly poisonous.
In desperation, the Dark Prince could only give up the beheading and use the sword in his hand to block.
Ding! With golden sparks bursting out at the moment of contact, he was pushed back more than ten meters by the huge force before he managed to stabilize his body.
At this point, he finally saw the full appearance of the guy who attacked him.
"Demon Prince Demogorgon?!"
Graya called out the other person's name and title accurately.
Similarly, he also knew where the strong uneasiness he had just felt came from.
As the most legendary first-generation Tanar'ri Demon Lord in the Abyss, the biggest feature of this guy is that his attacks have a withering effect.
It is said that during the period after the fall of Chaos, when Orcus and Graz'zt were fighting for the title of Daemon Prince, Demogorgon, who was once regarded as a failure, suddenly appeared and killed the twelve most powerful competitors with a single blow.
The key role in this is the withering power possessed by the tentacles of the two arms.
Even a powerful demon lord would quickly wither and die if hit.
The Dark Prince didn't want to use his own quasi-divine body to see what effect that withering power would have on himself.
"Hahahaha! That's right, it's me.
So, you didn't expect me to join in on the fun, did you? Thanks to your shady father, I've been having quite a few losses lately.
Now it is time for the son to pay his father’s debt.”
One of Demogorgon's heads grinned and let out a shrill laugh.
Even worse, Borem, who had recovered, began to control the swamp and mud under his feet, wrapping around one of the Dark Prince's legs and restricting his movement.
"A wild god and a demon prince, is this the trump card you use to deal with them?"
Faced with the siege, Graya did not show even a trace of panic, but became even calmer.
Because this is a characteristic bestowed by the essence of dark divine power.
He will never be dominated by extreme emotions such as anger, sadness, and mania.
"No, not only that, we have also completely hollowed out the southernmost tip of the Desert Mouth Mountains and turned it into a huge imprisonment array. Now you have no way to retreat."
Desud Tanshul said with a hint of pride in his tone.
He clearly enjoyed having the Prince of Darkness under his control.
After all, the other party was an incarnation of the Prince of Lies, Cyric, who was killed and devoured when the capital of Cormyr, Susal, was just born.
This means that it possesses power comparable to that of gods.
If he could capture and imprison it, it would mean that he had achieved what the great arcanists of the Netheril era dreamed of.
If the source of the quasi-divine power could be cracked, the City of Ghosts might be able to achieve collective ascension and become the most powerful force in all of Faerun, even surpassing the gods.
In short, the more Desud Tanshul thought about it, the more excited he became, and his eyes revealed a strong ambition. He did not notice that the sword in the Dark Prince's hand had ignited the dark purple energy flame from the deepest part of the Shadow Magic Net.
In less than 0.01 seconds, Graya broke free from the black mud and disappeared into the darkness.
Then Desud Tanshul felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and saw that his chest had been pierced from behind, with blood gushing out from his broken heart.
Almost at the same time, all the magical items, equipment, and protective spells on his body were disintegrating and becoming ineffective at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Big...Big Split?! How...how did you do that?"
The Ghost Prince struggled to raise his head and asked intermittent questions.
Because it all happened so fast, even Telamante didn't have time to react.
"Have you not realized yet? All the shadow magic webs around have been under my control from the beginning.
I don't need any spells or casting movements at all. I can cast any nine-ring magic with just a thought, and even add all the super magic techniques on top of it.
So your spellcasting ability, which you are so proud of, is completely meaningless in front of me.
No way out?
What ridiculous nonsense!
I am the master of darkness, why should I retreat?
What I want to do is kill all of Telramant's offspring in front of him.
You are just the beginning.
Relax, it won't be long before your other brothers join you."
After saying that, Graya released his terrifying quasi-divine power. The black flames directly devoured Desud Tanshul's body and soul, and eventually twisted him into a horrible monster.
Without any hesitation!
He did not hold back just because he was under siege and at a disadvantage!
The decisiveness and coldness in killing that emanated from his bones undoubtedly frightened everyone who saw this scene.
Especially Telamante, who witnessed the entire process of his second son's death, looked extremely ugly.
Because he realized that the word compromise did not exist in the Prince of Darkness's dictionary.
This means that the difficulty of capturing it will increase significantly.
As for Hajijona standing aside, he showed unprecedented tension and anxiety.
The deputy of the Supreme City Lord knew very well that completely controlling the Shadow Magic Web could only mean one thing, that is, he had obtained the unreserved favor of Shar, the Goddess of Night.
Combined with what happened in Tivanton before, Graya's current identity is obvious.
voter!
And he is the highest voter above Revaraan Tanshul!
When Hajihona thought that the current actions of the City of Ghosts were against Shar, he couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.
You should know that many legendary wizards and high-level wizards, including himself, rely on the ghost physique given by Shar to prolong their lives.
If this were to stop suddenly, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.
In contrast, Rivalan was already showing signs of mental and spiritual collapse, with shock and disbelief all over his face, as if he couldn't believe that the goddess for whom he had devoted everything without reservation would give so much love to another person, and that this person was the enemy of himself and the City of Ghosts.
What an irony! What a clown! In just a few seconds, the grace of Shar on him began to fade, and his priest level also dropped rapidly, which was clearly a sign of fading faith.
"Ah! Fear, panic, despair, jealousy, timidity, I smell the scent emanating from your mind and soul."
Graya glanced at Revalan, who had fallen to his knees in the distance, and his black eyes revealed naked and undisguised mockery.
Like Zuo Si, he had no good feelings towards these guys who placed all their hopes on the gods.
"What on earth have you done? Why do you receive so much favor from the great goddess of night!"
Revalan opened his mouth and let out a hysterical cry.
"Me? I didn't do anything. I even killed the messenger sent by Shar to deliver the artifact. Everything you saw was her unilateral gift. It has nothing to do with me."
Graya waved his sword to block Demogorgon's tentacles and responded expressionlessly.
Relying on the divine power attached to the sword, he successfully opened a cut as deep as a finger on the opponent's body.
But in the blink of an eye the wound disappeared.
The Demon Prince's defense and regeneration abilities are much stronger than the outside world imagines.
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