"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 an 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 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.
But Brenas didn't care at all. He slowly pulled out a sword emitting silver light from his waist, and suddenly stabbed it into Hajehona's back at lightning speed.
Although this deputy of Telramant had cast a large amount of protective magic on himself, for some reason it collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.
With a "whoosh" sound, the sharp sword blade pierced through the heart and emerged from the chest. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound, and in just a few seconds, the robe and the ground were completely dyed red.
This sudden scene shocked everyone.
Especially the eldest son, Rivalan, who had always wanted to kill Hajihona but never dared to do it, now had his eyes wide open and his mouth open, completely unable to believe what he saw.
Because he had no idea what his brother's motive was.
After all, Brenas not only has no grudge against Hajjona, but the relationship between the two is also very harmonious. There is no reason for him to make such a move.
Just when everyone was in shock, Brenas suddenly swung his sword and launched another sneak attack on Vatik who was closest to him. The sharp tip of the sword, like the last time, instantly disintegrated the protective magic on the latter's body and completed the beheading at lightning speed.
When the blinding blood column shot up into the sky and the head rolled off the neck to the ground, the twin Matik finally came to his senses. He took a quick step to distance himself from his brother and asked in a stern voice: "Brenas! What are you doing? Have you betrayed your father and the City of Ghosts?"
Hearing this, Brennus immediately laughed contemptuously, shook off the blood on the silver sword, and replied in a creepy manner: "Betrayal? This is not betrayal, I am just following the orders given by my master.
After all, you ignorant fellows are attacking the descendants of the great master.
It's completely reasonable for him to make some small counterattacks, isn't it? Moreover, it should be an honor for all of you to die under this Demon Moon Blade.
After all, it was created to kill spellcasters."
"Master? When did you surrender to the emperor of the West Coast Empire?"
Rivalan instantly understood the role played by his younger brother, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Because if Brenas is a traitor, it means that all actions of Ghost City are no secret at all in the eyes of the other party.
Brenas said meaningfully: “It has been like this since the last time I was redeemed.
After all, compared to the master, our father is like an antique crawling out of the grave.
Neither strong power nor enough ambition and courage.
He has no power to reshape Netheril, and is more like an old man reminiscing about the good old days.
As for you, my dear brothers, you are but dogs on a leash held by your father.
It's so funny and pathetic to see you guys competing to please him and longing for his praise and recognition."
"Asshole! Is this the reason for your betrayal? Have you forgotten that you have the blood of the Tanshul family flowing in your veins?"
Matik was obviously extremely angry and sad. He raised his hand and cast a nine-ring protective system [Mana Plunder], trying to transfer the magic effect on the opponent to himself.
But what he didn't expect was that this powerful spell bounced back directly after Brenas dodged it, stripping away his protective spell.
"Be careful! That sword is a powerful magical artifact!"
Yada Tanshul, who had just bestowed himself with arcane vision, shouted at the top of his voice to remind everyone.
Because within the sword, he even saw the silver fire unique to the chosen ones of the Goddess of Magic burning fiercely.
"Haha, I just said that in front of the Demon Moon Blade, the magic power that you are so proud of cannot pose any threat to me at all. Although I cannot exert its full power, just a small part of it is enough."
After saying that, Brenas swung his sword fiercely and rushed towards another ghost prince. He first used the magic-breaking properties of the Demon Moon Blade to destroy all the protective spells and magic items on the opponent, and then killed him without mercy.
During this process, all the spells shot at him were either absorbed or bounced back.
As a special attack weapon originally created by Zuo Si to deal with the crystal wall mages on the planet Toril, this thing can not only destroy the protective spells and magical items on the target, but also absorb and rebound spells shot at the holder.
If it is in the hands of the Chosen One of the Magic Goddess who possesses the Silver Fire, it can even affect the magic network within a radius of one hundred meters and directly "disconnect" the enemy.
Therefore, in the continent of Faerun, no spellcaster can fight against the person who holds the Blade of the Demon Moon. It is a complete dimensionality reduction attack.
Just look at the scene where Brenas is easily fighting against other ghost princes and many high-level wizards alone.
On the other side, Graya, who had come to his senses, immediately walked up to Demogorgon, who was restrained and unable to move, holding his sword, and said sarcastically in a slightly mocking tone: "It seems that my father won this contest again, right?"
“Don’t be complacent, kid.
I admit that Thor is indeed a tough opponent and the most cunning devil besides Asmodeus, the lord of hell.
But he can't win forever, nor can he never make mistakes.
One day he will be caught by me.
When the time comes, I swear I will make him pay for what he has done, a very, very painful price.
Because I am the great demon prince! No one can get away with offending me!"
The head that represents Demogorgon's madness - Heslati roared in unwillingness.
In his eyes, the reason why he lost was entirely because of his stupid teammates, the Ghost City was so bad that even the Ghost Prince who was at the center of power had a traitor. It would be a miracle if he could win.
"snort!
I hate people like you who make excuses for your failure.
And you don’t understand my father at all, let alone how powerful and terrifying he is.
You can't even take me down, so how can you possibly pose any threat to him?
Goodbye, dear Demon Prince, maybe next time we meet you can continue to please me like you did today."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya did not hesitate to pierce the opponent's heart with the sword infused with dark divine power in his hand.
Then, amid a burst of shrill screams and wails, Demogorgon's incarnation was quickly swallowed up by the power of darkness and completely transformed into an evil, huge, twisted shadow creature.
Without this most troublesome enemy, the remaining wild god Borem naturally could no longer pose any threat.
Graya suppressed it without even much effort.
At the same time, Telramant seemed to have noticed Brenas's rebellion, and could no longer bear to control the City of Ghosts to jump out of its hiding place. With the help of the Core of Misera, which could infinitely extract energy from the magic network, he directly launched an overwhelming spell to try to wipe out his son.
But before he could take any actual action, the "Undead" Ovo, who had been waiting for a long time, also jumped out from the demiplane where he was hiding.
The two floating cities collided in mid-air in an instant and began to fight in the sky.
Dazzling lightning, flames, and dense magic missiles illuminated the black night sky.
Countless construct golems and undead creatures rushed forward and engaged in a brutal fight where the floating cities collided and connected.
The wizard towers have now been transformed into magic turrets, capable of outputting at full capacity.
boom!!!!!!
With a violent explosion, Ovo and Telamante, the two great arcanists who remained from the Netheril era, finally met.
"Why do you want to go against me? Don't you want to revive Netheril?"
Telamante stared at this "old senior" who was much older than himself, with strong hatred in his eyes.
Because this is not the first time that the other party has come to cause trouble for the Ghost City.
"Because you are unworthy, and have no right to represent Netheril."
Owo gave the reason bluntly.
From the arrogance revealed in his tone, it was not difficult to tell that he did not regard the Supreme Lord of Ghost City as someone who could be on an equal footing with himself.
To be precise, great arcanists are also divided into different levels.
Characters like Iolum, Larloch, and Karthus are undoubtedly in a class of their own.
Even Owo himself doesn't dare to say that he can achieve the same achievements as them.
But he thought that there would be no problem for him to be in the second tier right behind.
As for Telramante...
At best, they can only be ranked in the fifth or sixth tier, that is, the type that just meets the threshold of the Great Arcanist, but their contribution to Netheril is basically zero.
Is this kind of person worthy of representing Netheril?
What a joke! What's more, the other party gave up the most important golden spirit of Netheril and threw himself into the arms of Shar, the goddess of night.
"Not worthy? If I don't deserve it, do you deserve it?"
What were you doing while I carefully protected Shade and led it back to the material world to rebuild Netheril? Thousands of years have passed!
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)
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