"roar--"

Accompanied by howls that were enough to make most creatures feel fear and despair, the demon prince Demogorgon finally began to exert his strength and completely released his evil, chaotic, filthy and crazy power.

Some soldiers of the Ghost City who were not at a high enough level and did not have the corresponding protective magic were frightened out of their wits by the sound that contained the power of the abyss. They either curled up on the ground and trembled, or turned around and ran away as if they had lost their minds.

Those unlucky guys who accidentally looked into the eyes of the two baboon heads were either charmed on the spot or possessed, and rushed directly into the center of the battlefield to be twisted and swallowed by the dark power released by the Dark Prince Graya.

The battle between the two has far exceeded the limits of what mortals can imagine.

Coupled with the ancient god of the wilderness, Borem, the terrain, landforms and environment around the entire Tivanton are undergoing drastic changes.

Rocky mountains within a range of tens or even hundreds of kilometers were dissolved by mud erosion and scouring, gradually forming a vast and extremely dangerous swamp.

The boiling mud formed huge waves that continuously rushed towards Graya's location, trying to sweep him up.

All of this boiling mud is equivalent to a part of Borem's body.

If you get entangled accidentally, you will immediately feel a strong suction force. Even a quasi-divine power like the Dark Prince will feel that his power has been weakened, and no matter whether it is reaction, movement or spellcasting, it will fall into an inexplicable stagnation, as if the whole person is stuck in mud and will encounter huge resistance no matter what he does.

Obviously, this is the unique divine power that Borem possesses.

Although it is not particularly powerful, it is extremely troublesome when combined with its infinite regeneration ability.

Especially with the elusive Demogorgon next to him.

As perhaps the only strongest demon lord in the entire Abyss who possesses two heads, two personalities, and two characters, the most terrifying thing about this demon prince is that you can never figure out how he will react in the next second.

Because the head called "Amur" represents his rational side. He is very good at long-term calculations and planning, and is very patient and will not be affected by emotions such as anger and rage at all.

On the contrary, the other head called "Haisladi" represents the most primitive and instinctive impulse and tyranny. It will destroy and tear apart anyone who dares to be its enemy at all costs in battle.

Moreover, they both regard each other as their biggest enemy, and firmly believe that without the other to completely control their body, Demogorgon will become even more powerful, and even turn from a demon prince into a demon king.

In other words, this guy is actually stuck in a high-intensity internal strife and internal consumption 24 hours a day and cannot extricate himself.

The two heads often intrigue for dominance.

More than half of the chaos and inconsistent behavior in the 88th layer of the Abyss - the Salt Swamp - originated from here.

Some people say that this is a manifestation of the devil's extremely evil and chaotic nature, while others say that this is the reason why the Queen of Chaos defined it as a "failed work" after successfully creating Demogorgon.

After all, in the cognition of most normal intelligent life forms, the existence of more than two consciousnesses and personalities in one body means that many problems will arise.

But the interesting thing is that Demogorgon can turn this disadvantage into his advantage.

No one knows how Amur and Haislati get along with each other, and no one knows what kind of agreement they have reached in private, but what is certain is that the two leaders have never let down their guard at critical moments.

Not only that!

They also took advantage of the irregular switching of control of the body by the two personalities, making it impossible for the opponent to figure out whether the decision made at this moment and the attack in the next second were dominated by the rational side or the crazy and violent side.

These two contrasting combat methods will make the enemy feel at a loss.

It is even possible to control both arms and the tail at the same time in a single attack, similar to the "left and right fighting" coordination.

No wonder even a god and lord of the abyss like the spider goddess Rose is unwilling to provoke Demogorgon easily.

After all, even a vicious paranoid wouldn't like to have anything to do with a psychopath with a serious mental illness.

It was obviously the first time that Graya encountered such an opponent. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it. He was almost hit by the opponent's tentacles that could release withering abilities several times.

Although his dark divine power has reached its peak with the blessing of the night, it can even temporarily negate the power of the two opponents.

However, Demogorgon, who temporarily had the upper hand, obviously had no way to deal with the Dark Prince.

After all, the latter is a planeswalker with a ignited spark.

When they find themselves trapped and unable to escape, they will immediately activate the spark and use the cover of darkness to disappear from everyone's sight, then suddenly reappear and attack from an unexpected angle.

At the beginning, the Demon Prince thought that this was the other party's use of his own divine power.

But after several fights, he realized that Graya was not simply hiding, but really left the continent of Faerun in an instant and went to a place he had no idea about, and then suddenly returned without any warning.

The entire process does not require the use of any magic or spell-like abilities, nor does it involve any spells, casting actions, or fluctuations generated by the shadow magic web.

"You are also a planeswalker like your father Soth?!"

Demogorgon stopped decisively after finishing another round of attack, and his two heads and four eyes stared at the young man not far away.

After all, thanks to the growing size of the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell and the increasing number of visitors and settlers it attracts, Zuo Si's identity as a planeswalker is no longer a secret.

Anyone who is slightly more informed knows that he has the ability to travel freely in the vast multiverse.

However, the Demon Prince did not expect that this power could be passed on to his descendants through his blood.

Of course, he didn't know that sparks couldn't actually be inherited through blood.

The reason why the Dark Prince was able to ignite sparks was that he absorbed a large amount of original energy and matter from the dark void during his gestation.

Even Zuo Si himself could not figure out the specific situation, and he needed to observe other descendants for a long time before he could draw a conclusion.

However, the only one who can be observed at the moment is little Annie.

If this little guy can also ignite the spark and become a planeswalker in the near future, it means that the spark is very likely to be closely related to the Dark Void.

It can even be said that the Dark Void created the Spark, the source of the Planeswalker's power.

Graya sneered and asked, "Why do you think I dare to stay and face so many enemies at the same time? Do you think I am really stupid or young and impetuous?

No! That's because I can always make sure I can get out of danger.

Neither you, nor Borem, nor Tyramant and his sons of Shadefall can truly restrict my actions.

This is the power that the spark gives me, and this is also the power of the planeswalkers.

Maybe I can't find a way to defeat you for the time being, but you are also helpless against me.

I can choose to leave anytime I want.

But you guys...

As long as one of you can't hold on and wants to retreat, the remaining ones will have to face my pursuit."

As these words came out, everyone in Ghost City, including Telamante, changed their expressions.

Because they all knew how abnormal the power of the mages was.

Even a newly born planeswalker who has just ignited his spark has the ability to travel and locate himself at will in the endless multiverse, and there are no restrictions at all, as long as there is enough energy in the mana pool to pay for it.

This means that a planeswalker can teleport thousands of times in a day! And it is a precise teleportation across planes, across time and space, ignoring all distances and obstacles! Even the teleportation magic that prohibits the spell faction using magic circles and barriers cannot have the slightest effect on it.

This is just one of the most basic abilities of Spark.

Graya can even hide in the dark void for a short period of time, making all gods and quasi-divine powers helpless against him.

If one adds to this his absolute control over the Shadow Web, anyone in Ghost City who is not a retard can realize what it means to be hunted down and retaliated by him.

"Damn it! Father, we can't just sit there and wait for death any longer."

The youngest ghost prince, Aiglari Tanshul, subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although he also holds the rank of a priest of the Night Goddess Shar, he is obviously not as fully immersed in it as his elder brother. Instead, he thinks that everything should be prioritized for the benefit of Ghost City.

No matter what the goddess' attitude is, we need to capture Graya as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he won't even have the bargaining chips to negotiate with Zuo Si, so how can he face the wrath from the West Coast Empire and the ninth level of Baator Hell?

Obviously, Agrari might be the weakest among all the brothers (Warlock LV10/Warrior LV10/Priest LV6/Shadow Mentor Level 2, basically a hodgepodge, with a total legendary level of LV28, but without the strength to match it, which fully demonstrates how bad the natives' professional combination can be), but he is the one with the clearest mind.

He knew that in Shar's eyes, the City of Ghosts was just a chess piece, a toy in his hand.

When the goddess finds a new favorite who is more to her taste, what awaits her is being ruthlessly abandoned.

If you don't want to become a pathetic abandoned pawn, you must do your best to gain more chips.

"you mean……"

Telramante turned and looked into his young son's eyes.

Aiglari nodded firmly and said, "Yes! I mean to show the last trump card and seal up the Dark Prince Greya before he can activate the power of the Planeswalker Spark and escape. After all, isn't this the moment we have been preparing for for so long?"

"I agree. At this point we have no way out, we have to give it a try."

"Father, do you want Coralie Bonas's death to be in vain?"

The twins, Matiq and Vatiq, stood up decisively and expressed their attitude.

After all, the Dark Prince Graya had made it clear that he would not let Shade go easily. If he did not do his best at this time, would he just wait to die? You know, as the last floating city preserved from the Netheril era, Shade was the least popular and most despised one at the time, but the knowledge, magic and technology it preserved were not bad.

Many of the magic spells designed and created by the top archmages of the past with gods, demon lords, devil dukes, elemental lords, and ancient evil creatures as imaginary enemies can still be performed today with the help of their large team of high-level wizards.

This is why they knew that Greya defeated and devoured the incarnation of Prince of Lies Xirik, and was a very dangerous quasi-divine power, but they still dared to attack him.

The cautious Telramant lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said to his sons, "In that case, let's do as you wish.

But I want you to remember that this opportunity only comes once.

If we fail to complete the magic ritual before the other party reacts, we will lose our last chance."

"Don't worry, we won't let you down."

There was a barely perceptible glimmer of strangeness in Brenas Tanshul's eyes, and he stood up on behalf of all the brothers and made a solemn promise.

After all, with Revalan completely destroyed and Coraribonas killed, he had become the oldest, most capable, and most prestigious ghost prince present.

"I hope so."

Telamante nodded without comment, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

To be precise, he returned to the Ghost City hidden nearby, intending to use this floating city that had accompanied him for thousands of years as a bargaining chip to turn the situation around at the critical moment.

As soon as he left, Brenas led a group of ghost princes and many high-level wizards such as Hajihona to activate the super-giant magic circle hidden deep underground.

Along with the chanting of the joint spell, huge magical energy that cannot be described in words began to gather under their feet.

In just a few seconds, the normal magic network around it began to enter an overloaded state, and the influx of energy rushed towards Brenas, who was responsible for guiding and presiding over the ceremony.

He seemed to have briefly become a god, emitting an arcane aura as dazzlingly bright as the sun.

The Dark Prince, who was very sensitive to energy, obviously noticed this and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

As a result, this distracted action was immediately seized by Demogorgon, who rushed forward and launched a fierce attack, waving the tentacles on his arms and the hooks on his tail, while also casting spells and summoning demons to divert the opponent's attention.

Having lost the initiative, Graya was immediately forced to retreat step by step and could only quickly swing the sword in his hand to parry and block.

As a result, he was accidentally stabbed by the tail, and some of his energy was forcibly extracted in an instant.

This is another ability possessed by the Demon Prince, which is to seize the life energy from the opponent's body through the attack of his tail.

If a mortal were to take this blow and luckily not die, he would have to endure at least one to six additional negative levels.

If someone is unlucky enough to lose a level when his vitality exceeds the upper limit, he will die instantly.

Not only that, the extracted life energy will also have an amazing healing effect on Demogorgon.

If there is no injury, these treatments will be converted into false life existence and will be deducted first when encountering an attack.

Fortunately, as a dark divine power, Graya is naturally immune to level and attribute extraction, so he only lost a little bit of power.

What was really fatal was that at this moment, Borem suddenly turned into a ball of mud and a huge wave smashed down on his head.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With the roar of the sticky mud hitting the ground, the Dark Prince fell to the ground, covered in black mud from head to toe, and instantly fell into an extremely weak state.

"Brennas! Now!"

Hajijona confirmed that this was the best time to take action, and immediately shouted loudly to remind them.

Not only him, the other ghost princes had similar reactions.

Just like that, under everyone's expectation, Brenas raised his arm and pointed gently in the direction of Graya.

moment!

A golden beam of light dropped from the sky and hit the center of the battle area directly.

That terrifying energy shock is enough to rival a divine power shock.

But in addition to the impact, there are also countless magical forces of restriction, restraint and seal.

More than a thousand runes were densely arranged together, almost covering an area with a radius of two to three hundred meters.

The terrifying momentum was far beyond the scope of most legendary magic.

Obviously, this is the heritage of the last floating city in Netheril, and it is also the terrifying power that can be produced by the joint casting of several legendary wizards and a large group of high-level wizards.

Any slightly weaker incarnation of a god would have no choice but to surrender in the face of such power.

The moment the beam of light descended, the Dark Prince, who had never known what fear was, showed obvious emotion and tension on his face.

"Did... did it succeed?"

Vatik asked in an uncertain tone.

His twin brother Matik shook his head subconsciously: "Don't ask me, I'm not the host of the magic ceremony, you should ask Brenas."

As the two were talking, the light covering the night sky began to gradually dissipate, and finally everyone saw the scene at the center of the light column.

Graya was still standing on the ground. The black mud that wrapped around him had completely disappeared. Even the body of the wild god Borem was blown beyond recognition. Large pieces of black mud were constantly wriggling and reorganizing.

In comparison, Demogorgon's incarnation is much more miserable.

Not only did he look tattered and torn, but there were also a large number of magic runes branded on his body. He was lying on the ground, unable to even stand up.

Obviously, anyone who is not blind can see that the beam of light just now should have hit the demon prince's head directly, not Graya's head.

Hit... hit wrong?! All the wizards who participated in the magic ceremony showed expressions of shock, absurdity and disbelief.

They simply could not accept this result.

After all, Brenas is one of the ghost princes with the highest spellcasting level, and is deeply trusted and respected by his father, Telramant. How could he make such a low-level mistake at such a critical moment?

Of course, it wasn’t just the people in Ghost City who were confused. Graya, who thought he had “lucky” escaped, was also confused about the situation.

Because he was very sure that the terrible magic just now was not misfired at all. From the beginning, it was not aimed at him, but at the demon prince Demogorgon.

After a brief silence, one of the heads of the victim Demogorgon was the first to yell angrily: "Idiot! Idiot! Retarded! What the hell are you doing? Even the larvae in the abyss wouldn't make such a mistake! You'd better remove this magic and give me an explanation, otherwise I swear to kill you all."

"Mistake? No, no, no, it's not a mistake.

I was targeting you from the beginning.

Brenas completely ignored the looks of the people around him, his lips slightly raised in a weird smile.

"What's the meaning?"

Demogorgon's head named Amur obviously noticed something, and his eyes and tone suddenly became dangerous and deadly.

可布雷纳斯却完全不在意，缓缓从腰间拔出了一柄散发着银光的剑，突然以迅雷不及掩耳的速度猛然间扎进哈杰霍纳的后心。

尽管这位泰拉曼特的副手给自己加持了大量的防护魔法，但却不知为何在一瞬间自行崩溃瓦解了。

伴随着噗嗤一声响，锋利的剑刃直接穿过心脏从胸口露出，大量鲜血顺着伤口不断向外喷涌，短短几秒钟便将长袍和地面彻底染红。

这突如其来的一幕顿时震惊了所有人。

尤其是一直想要杀掉哈杰霍纳却始终没敢动手的长子瑞瓦兰，此刻已经瞪大眼睛、张大嘴巴完全不敢相信自己眼睛看到的事实。

因为他完全想不出自己弟弟这样做的动机是什么。

毕竟布雷纳斯不仅跟哈杰霍纳没仇，而且两人之间的关系也非常和谐，根本没理由做出这样的举动。

正当所有人都处在震惊之中的时候，布雷纳斯突然挥剑再一次对距离最近的瓦提克发动偷袭，锋利的剑尖与上一次一样，瞬间瓦解了后者身上的防护魔法，以迅雷不及掩耳的速度完成了斩首。

等刺眼的血柱冲天而起，脑袋从脖子上滚落到地面，作为双胞胎的玛提克才终于回过神来，一个健步拉开了与这位兄长的距离，厉声喝问：“布雷纳斯！你这是在干什么？难道你已经背叛了父亲、背叛了阴魂城吗？”

听到这句话，布雷纳斯立刻发出了一阵轻蔑的笑声，甩了甩银色剑身上沾染的血迹，用一种令人毛骨悚然的态度回答道：“背叛？ 这可不是什么背叛，我只是在执行主人下达的命令。

毕竟你们这些不知死活的家伙可是在对伟大主人的子嗣动手。

他做出一些小小的反制完全在情理之中，不是吗？ 更何况能死在这把魔月之刃下，应该是你们所有人的荣幸才对。

毕竟它就是为了杀戮施法者而生的。”

“主人？你什么时候投靠了西海岸帝国的皇帝？”

瑞瓦兰瞬间明白了自己这位弟弟所扮演的角色，整个人顿时被吓得出了一身冷汗。

因为如果布雷纳斯是叛徒的话，那就意味着阴魂城的一切行动在对方眼中都没有半点秘密可言。

布雷纳斯意味深长的说道：“从我上一次被赎回来的时候就已经是了。

毕竟与主人相比，我们的父亲就像是从坟墓里爬出来的老古董一样。

既没有强大的力量，也没有足够的野心和勇气。

他根本没有能力重铸耐瑟瑞尔，更像是一个在缅怀过去美好时光的老头子。

至于你们我亲爱的兄弟，你们只不过是被父亲拴着绳子的狗。

看看你们平日里争相讨好他、渴望得到他的夸奖与认可的样子，实在是太好笑、太可悲了。”

“混蛋！这就是你背叛的理由？你难道忘记自己身上流淌着坦舒尔家族的血了吗？”

玛提克明显愤怒悲伤到了极点，抬手就是一道九环防护系【法力掠夺】，想要把对方身上生效的魔法效果转移到自己身上。

但让他完全没有预料的是，这个强大的法术竟然只在布雷纳斯闪过之后直接反弹回来，把自己身上的防护法术被扒走了。

“小心！是那柄剑是一件强大的魔法神器！”

刚刚给自己加持了奥法视觉的雅达·坦舒尔扯着嗓子大声提醒着所有人。

因为在剑身之中，他甚至看到了魔法女神选民特有的银火在熊熊燃烧。

“呵呵，我刚才就说过，在魔月之刃的面前，你们引以为傲的魔法力量根本无法对我构成任何威胁。虽然我还无法发挥它的全部力量，但仅仅只是一小部分已经足够了。”

说罢，布雷纳斯猛地挥剑冲向另外一名阴魂王子的面前，先是利用魔月之刃的破魔特性将对方身上的防护法术和魔法物品全部摧毁，然后再毫不留情的将其斩杀。

在此过程中所有射向他的法术基本不是被吸收就是反弹了回去。

作为左思当初打造专门用来对付托瑞尔星球所在晶壁法师的特攻武器，这玩意不仅可以破坏目标身上的防护法术和魔法物品，同时还能吸收和反弹射向持有者的法术。

如果是在拥有银火的魔法女神选民手中，甚至可以影响半径一百米范围内的魔网，实现直接给敌人“断网”的操作。

所以在费伦大陆，没有任何施法者能够与持有魔月之刃的人对抗，完全就是彻头彻尾的降维打击。

看看此刻布雷纳斯以一人之力游刃有余对抗包括其他阴魂王子和众多高阶法师的场面就知道了。

另外一边，回过神来的格雷亚立刻拎着剑径直走到被束缚在原地动弹不得的狄摩高根面前，用略带嘲弄的语气讽刺道：“这次较量好像是我的父亲又赢了，对吗？”

“别得意，小子。

我承认索斯的确是个难缠的对手，同时也是除了地狱之主阿斯摩蒂尔斯之外最狡猾的魔鬼。

但他不可能永远赢下去，也不可能永远不犯错。

总有一天他会被我抓到机会。

到时候我发誓会让他为自己所做的一切付出代价，非常非常惨痛的代价。

因为我是伟大的恶魔王子！ 没有人可以在得罪我之后还平安无事！”

狄摩高根那个代表疯狂一面的脑袋——海斯拉蒂发出了不甘的怒吼。

在他眼中自己之所以会落败，完全都是因为猪队友阴魂城太烂，居然连处在权力中心的阴魂王子都出现了叛徒，这要是能赢就出鬼了。

“哼！

我最讨厌你这种为自己失败找借口的家伙了。

而且你根本不理解我的父亲，更不知道他究竟有多么强大和恐怖。

你连我都拿不下，又怎么可能对他造成什么威胁。

再见了，亲爱的恶魔王子，也许下次再见面的时候你可以像今天一样继续取悦我。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，格雷亚毫不犹豫用手中灌注了黑暗类神力的剑贯穿了对方的心脏。

随后在一阵刺耳的尖啸与哀嚎声中，狄摩高根的化身很快也被黑暗的力量所吞噬，彻底转化成一个邪恶、巨大、扭曲的幽影生物。

没有了这个最麻烦的敌人，剩下的荒神波瑞姆自然不可能再构成什么威胁。

格雷亚甚至没费什么劲就将其压制住。

与此同时，泰拉曼特似乎也注意到了布雷纳斯的叛变，再也忍不住控制阴魂城从藏身之所跳出，借助密瑟拉之核可以无限从魔网抽取能量的特性，直接掀起铺天盖地的法术想要将这个儿子抹杀。

但还没等他付诸实际行动，早已等候多时的“不死者”奥沃也跟着从藏身的半位面中跳出。

两座浮空城瞬间在半空中碰撞到一起开始在天空中战作一团。

耀眼的闪电、火焰和密密麻麻的魔法飞弹照亮了黑色的夜空。

数不清的构装体魔像、不死生物一拥而上，在浮空城碰撞连接到一起的地方展开惨烈厮杀。

一座座法师塔现如今已经完全变成了魔法炮台全力输出。

轰！！！！！！

伴随着一声猛烈的爆炸，奥沃和泰拉曼特这两个耐瑟瑞尔时代残留下来的大奥术师终于碰面了。

“为什么要跟我作对？难道你不想复兴耐瑟瑞尔吗？”

泰拉曼特死死盯着这位比自己年龄还要大得多的“老前辈”，眼神中透露出强烈的恨意。

因为这已经不是对方第一次来找阴魂城的麻烦了。

“因为你不配，更没有资格代表耐瑟瑞尔。”

奥沃毫不客气的给出了理由。

从语气中透露出来的傲慢不难看出，他丝毫没有把阴魂城的至高城主当成是能跟自己平起平坐的人。

确切的说大奥术师也是分档次的。

像伊奥勒姆、拉洛克和卡尔萨斯这种无疑是位于独一档的。

即便是奥沃自己也不敢说自己能够达成他们那样的成就。

但他自认为自己排在紧随其后的第二档绝对没问题。

至于泰拉曼特……

充其量只能排到第五档或者第六档，也就是那种刚好够得上大奥术师门槛，但对耐瑟瑞尔的贡献基本为零的类型。

这种人也配代表耐瑟瑞尔？

开什么玩笑！ 更何况对方还放弃了耐瑟瑞尔最重要的黄金精神投入夜之女神莎尔的怀抱。

“不配？ 我不配难道你配吗？

在我小心翼翼保护阴魂城然后率领它返回物质世界重建耐瑟瑞尔的时候你又在干什么？ 几千年过去了！

You haven't even built a decent magic school!"

Tailamante's defense was obviously broken, and he roared at the old senior, his whole face becoming ferocious.

Owo's attitude even reminded him of his own experience as a nobody when he ran into obstacles and was looked down upon everywhere.

If it weren't for the funding from Karsus in the end, he might not even be able to get a floating city of his own.

The reason why Telamante hid in the Shadow Plane for so long was to wait for the remnants of Netheril to disappear completely.

But who knew that just when he returned to the material world and thought his time had come, Ovo suddenly jumped out and interfered.

It would be impossible for anyone to accept this psychologically.

But Ovo asked in a mocking tone: "What do you think Netheril is? Is it the ancient land covered by the desert of Anauroch?

Was it the name formed by the union of small fishing villages? Or the floating city and the magic created by studying the scrolls of Netheril?

No, neither.

None of the above are unique or special.

What truly belongs to Netheril is the contempt for the gods!

It is the firm belief that one day we will be able to surpass God with our own strength!

Without this spirit, your plan will be meaningless even if it succeeds.

Remember those archmages who would rather die than accept divine treatment? Why do you think they insist on this kind of thing that is almost ridiculous in the eyes of ordinary people? Because this is the true core of Netheril and the glorious tradition that must be passed down.

So from the moment you fell into the arms of Shar, the goddess of night, you and your City of Shade lost the qualifications to inherit the name of Netheril.

I would rather let it become ancient history buried in the sand than see a group of people who have lost their spiritual core swindling people under the banner of Netheril. "

These words immediately silenced Telramant. Even the noise from the nearby military battles and magic bombardments could not affect him at all.

After several minutes, he raised his head and asked, "What about you? Why did you join Soth? Does the West Coast Empire he founded believe that it is the country that inherited the spirit of Netheril?"

Ovo nodded without hesitation; "Of course! I have been observing Soth for a long time.

When he was still a mortal, I saw disgust for religious beliefs in his eyes.

Even when communicating with those gods, they would put themselves on the same footing as them.

Although he later accepted Asmodeus' invitation and became an archdevil, the spirit at that core never changed.

The current magic education system of the West Coast Empire is actually a filter that will screen out all talented young people.

Only after they were accepted into the Arcane Society did they begin their journey on the path of magic.

Almost no members of this organization believe in God, but rather believe in themselves.

I felt the familiar aura from them. "

"So we have nothing to talk about?"

Telamante's hands, hidden in his wide robe, clenched into fists subconsciously.

"Yes, there is no room for negotiation. The City of Ghosts must fall today no matter what. It is enough for this world to have a country that inherits the spiritual core of Netheril."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Ovo placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, while raising the scepter in the other hand.

In the days of Netheril, this was a courtesy invitation to a spell duel.

Although he was no longer alive, he still retained many of these habits, and his every move maintained aristocratic elegance.

"Come on then!"

Realizing that this stop was inevitable, Telramante took a deep breath and did the same thing.

When the two men's eyes met, powerful magical power gushed out instantly, directly pushing out the surrounding undead creatures and constructs, forming a semicircular open space.

What followed was an overwhelming amount of instant spells and various magic items.

Because as legendary wizards with spellcasting levels above LV35, they all knew that normal spellcasting would almost certainly be countered, so they decisively skipped the phase of testing each other and went straight into the final stage.

As the two great arcanists of the Netheril era officially started fighting, this shadow war finally reached its climax.

Even if you are more than ten kilometers away, you can still see the gorgeous magic effects when the floating cities fight each other, as well as the terrifying destructive power.

"Damn it! These guys are crazy! First it was the God of Wilderness, Borem, then the Demon Prince Demogorgon, and now there's even a battle in the floating city.

What do they think the Material Plane is?"

Elminster, who witnessed everything from beginning to end, was obviously very angry, and his eyes began to shine with silver fire.

Although he originally intended to stop the City of Ghosts, he hesitated after discovering that the incarnation of Demogorgon had appeared on the battlefield.

Because he had no confidence at all that he could defeat this powerful demon lord.

The result was that the situation began to spiral out of control.

Now the great sage of Shadow Valley doesn't know how to end it.

Since both parties were already really angry, it was definitely impossible to stop the fight.

What’s even more terrible is that the Demon Moon Blade in Brenas’s hand poses a fatal threat to the caster.

Storm Silverhand gently wiped the sword in his hand and asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you want to take action? You know, this is the last chance to intervene.

If Ovo and Telramant go crazy, the entire valley might be affected.

In addition, the dark prince Graya is also a big trouble.

He doesn’t care about other people’s lives at all, he is as cold and indifferent as a god of death who is reaping lives…”

(End of this chapter)