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 ask, "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 on earth happened?"

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.

在这样的领域面前数量早就已经失去了意义。

除非拥有同等力量对其进行压制，不然扔进来再多也是送菜而已，会被无穷无尽的幽影生物海吞没、同化。

“主人，我想这些召唤来的异界生物应该是阴魂城对您的试探。”女副官科琳娜小心翼翼的提醒道。

“我知道。

可这有什么关系呢？

就算他们知道我所拥有的力量又能怎样？

在绝对的力量面前任何小花招和手段都毫无意义。

通过这场战争，我会向这个世界的凡人证明自己才是黑暗的主宰。”

说罢，格雷亚猛地拔出佩剑向正前方传送门的入口挥去。

笼罩在这片区域的阴影魔网立刻开始沸腾，从里边喷出足以毁灭一切、吞噬一切的能量。

那些恶魔、尤格罗斯魔、元素生物还没等反应过来发生了什么就被瞬间挤扁、撕碎、扭曲成狰狞的亡灵生物或幽影生物。

外溢的能量甚至穿过传送门席卷了周围贝戴蛮族游牧骑兵的营地。

超过五千人和他们的坐骑就这样在不到十秒钟的时间内全部死亡。

最终以提凡顿为中心半径四五公里范围内都被笼罩在了一个巨大的黑色帷幕中。

“这是……”

科拉瑞博纳斯·坦舒尔瞳孔骤然放大、收缩、再放大，满脸都是难以置信的表情。

如果不是亲眼所见，他绝对不会相信一个才诞生不久的生命会拥有如此可怕的黑暗力量。

就纯粹性而言已经可以与夜之女神莎尔降临化身时的神力相差无几。

“那就是我们这次行动的目标、西海岸帝国皇帝兼巴托地狱第九层领主索斯的子嗣、科米尔王国未来的国王、黑暗王子——格雷亚。看来拉莫莱克死的不冤。”

泰拉曼特表情凝重的给出了答案。

作为一个与卡尔萨斯、伊奥勒姆、拉洛克、奥沃等顶尖大奥术师有过交流的耐瑟瑞尔遗民，他这辈子见过太多自己终其一生都无法企及的天才和强者。

甚至包括初代魔法女神跟夜之女神莎尔降临的化身。

黑暗王子格雷亚所拥有的力量虽然还显得很稚嫩，远远不必上强大神力，可那种无法用语言形容的纯粹黑暗却让泰拉曼特感到异常忌惮。

因为他越来越不确定夜之女神莎尔在这件事情上究竟是否会站在自己和阴魂城这一边。

毕竟神明的宠爱是没有任何道理可讲的。

作为托瑞尔星球所在晶壁最孤独和寂寞的女神，莎尔之所以那么痴迷于要让一切恢复到世界诞生之初的黑暗，归根结底就是想要找回那种令自己感到安全熟悉的感觉。

可要是有一个人现在就能给她这样的感觉呢？

一旦莎尔像塔洛娜爱上左思一样疯狂爱上格雷亚，那么对于依赖夜之女神庇护的阴魂城绝对是不折不扣的噩耗。

想到这，泰拉曼特用眼角的余光撇了一下自己的长子，同时也是莎尔在阴魂城的首席大主教兼选民——瑞瓦兰。

后者显然也注意到了父亲的目光，冲身边的牧师团打了个手势。

其余莎尔教会的成员立刻激活了一个巨大容器的封印。

只见容器的封口轻微震动了两下之后砰的一下被顶开，大量混杂着污水的淤泥喷涌而出，迅速将周围大片的区域变成沼泽。

大概几分钟左右，一个提醒巨大的泥浆巨人便拔地而起出现在所有人的视线范围之内，并张开嘴发出震耳欲聋的咆哮。

“我，伟大沸泥湖之神——波瑞姆又回来了。可悲的凡人！你们准备好承受我积累千年的愤怒吗？”

话音未落！

周围刚刚形成的沼泽便急速扩张吞噬者周围的森林、平原和山区，大片黑色的泥浆在荒神的力量影响下不断冒泡并开始沸腾。

当沸腾的泥浆与笼罩提凡顿的黑色帷幕发生碰撞时，猛烈的震动和震耳欲聋的巨响便回荡在夜空之中。

轰！！！！！！！ 除了帷幕笼罩的区域，附近超过上千米扩张过去的沼泽顿时被巨大的能量冲击波炸上了天，紧跟着头顶便开始下起了泥浆雨。

“是什么人胆敢阻止波瑞姆构建自己的领地？！”

荒神显然被这种冒犯激怒了，迈开步子冲向提凡顿想要给对方一点教训。

要知道他可是被称之为“愤怒之神”，其脾气有多差可想而知。

可就在庞大的泥浆巨人靠近传送门的刹那，一柄黑色的利剑直接从天而降，噗的一声从头顶插入贯穿了整个身体。

下一秒……

剑身释放出充满破坏力的能量冲击，直接把波瑞姆那原本就不是很结实的泥浆身体震了个粉碎。

还不到一秒钟，黑暗王子格雷亚就紧随其后从天而降把自己的佩剑从地上拔出来，用力甩了甩沾染的泥浆，然后用略带嘲弄的口吻调侃道：“这就是你们为我准备的底牌？ 一个被还是凡人时期死亡三神击败杀死的荒神？

不得不说这实在是太让人感到失望了。

毕竟我做了那么多的准备，现在看来恐怕是用不上了呢。

因为杀光你们只需要我一个人就足够了！”

“别急，黑暗王子。你该不会觉得波瑞姆真有那么容易被解决吗？”

位于战场最前沿的德苏得·坦舒尔露出了玩味的笑容。

就在两人说话的功夫，那些被震碎飞出去的泥浆仿佛有生命一般开始重新聚集到一起形成巨人的样子。

“不死之身？！”

格雷亚明显吃了一惊。

因为刚才撕碎对方泥浆身体的时候他并没有发现对方的心脏。

德苏得·坦舒尔咧开嘴笑着点了点头：“没错。你所看到的这个波瑞姆跟死亡三神还是凡人时期遇到的那个并不是一回事。它已经没有了任何弱点。最重要的是，我们给你准备的惊喜可不止这一个。”

“哦？是什么？为什么不拿出来跟我见识见识？”

格雷亚立马将警惕性提升至最高，通过类神力感知着周围可能对自己造成威胁的存在。

转瞬之间！

一个巨大的黑影凭空出现在身后。

出于下意识的第一反应，黑暗王子立刻反手挥剑想要将其斩杀。

可结果还没等触碰到任何东西就看到两条又粗又壮的径直朝自己砸了下来。

不好！

格雷亚凭借对阴影魔网的掌控启动了短距离传送，堪堪避开那两条十分危险的触手抵达对方两个脑袋的其中一个上空。

正当他要完成一次斩首的时候，一道带有钩刺的尾巴突然从侧面刺出，从前端泛着的诡异黑色光芒判断八成是有剧毒。

无奈之下，黑暗王子只能舍弃斩首用手中的剑做了个格挡动作。

铛！ 伴随着触碰瞬间迸射出的金色火花，他整个人在巨大的力量推动下向后飞出去十几米远才好不容易稳住身形。

至此，他终于看清了这个偷袭自己家伙的全貌。

“恶魔王子狄摩高根？！”

格雷亚准确的叫出了对方的名字和头衔。

同样的，他也知道自己刚才那种强烈的不安是哪来的。

作为无底深渊中最具有传奇色彩的初代塔纳厘恶魔领主，这家伙最大的特点就是攻击带有枯萎效果。

据说在混沌之后倒台的那段时间，奥库斯和格拉兹特为争夺恶魔王子的头衔大打出手的时候，当初被视作失败作品的狄摩高根突然出现，仅仅用一击就秒杀了十二名最强大的竞争者。

在其中起到关键作用的就是两条手臂触须所拥有的枯萎之力。

即便是强大如恶魔领主被命中身躯也会迅速枯萎死亡。

黑暗王子可不想用自己的类神力之躯试试那种枯萎力量会对自己造成怎样的影响。

“哈哈哈哈！ 没错，就是我。

怎么样，你没想到我会加入这场游戏吧？ 多亏了你那位阴险狡诈的父亲，我最近可是遭受了相当多的损失呢。

现在是时候父债子偿了。”

狄摩高根其中一个头咧开嘴发出了刺耳的笑声。

更要命的是，重新恢复如初的波瑞姆开始控制脚下的沼泽和淤泥包裹住黑暗王子的一条腿开始限制他的移动。

“一个荒神，一个恶魔王子，这就是你们用来对付的底牌？”

面对遭到围攻的情况，格雷亚并没有表现出哪怕一丁点的慌乱，反倒是变得更加冷静了。

因为这是黑暗类神力本质所赋予的特性。

他永远不会被愤怒、悲伤、狂躁等极端情绪支配。

“不，不仅如此，我们还把漠口山脉的最南端彻底挖空变成一个巨大的禁锢法阵。现在你已经无路可退了。”

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.