Because with the defeat of Demogorgon's incarnation, Prim had no time to condense into a giant form and was destroyed again and again. He finally began a ruthless hunt for the City of Ghosts.
Whether it was the high-level mages and priests of Shar, the officers and ordinary soldiers, or the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry who were forced to submit to the former, they were all treated equally.
No sympathy!
No mercy!
Some were just merciless slaughters! Hundreds and thousands of people were crushed to death like ants, and then swallowed up by endless darkness. Wherever the black curtain passed, there was only death and silence, and not even corpses were left.
Even if someone kneels on the ground and cries bitterly, expressing his willingness to surrender and become a slave, he will not be pardoned.
Graya's expressionless handsome face and cold eyes fully demonstrated his character and the flaws of his innate divine power.
Any scholar who has done a little research on the innate divine powers such as the wild gods and ancient evil creatures that do not rely on faith to maintain their existence knows that these powerful and terrifying lives often have one thing in common, that is, a serious lack of compassion and empathy.
The reason is simple.
They have never truly experienced the feeling of being weak, so how could they possibly understand the idea that they could easily beat or step on mortals to death?
Moreover, these beings do not need to rely on faith to maintain their existence. They basically do not listen to the prayers of believers every day like gods, or feel the joys and sorrows of ordinary people's daily lives. They are often regarded as toys to kill boring time, or as resources of certain value.
Therefore, most wild gods, ancient evil creatures and other innate quasi-divine powers are evil, and they scoff at the morality, order and laws established by mortal society.
Apparently, the Dark Prince Greya has the same problem.
In his opinion, from the moment Telamante chose to go to war with him, the entire Ghost City from top to bottom was doomed.
He wanted to use a thorough massacre to make a declaration to the entire continent of Faerun, letting everyone know what it meant to be his enemy.
In fact, this lack of compassion and empathy is not unique to Graya. Zuo Si's other offspring, little Annie, is actually the same.
It’s just that the latter’s mind is still very immature and not very mature, so it has a certain plasticity and can be slowly corrected through education.
But since Graya gained a relatively complete and mature mind soon after he was born, he was more obvious in this aspect and almost never cared about the feelings of mortals.
In the Dark Prince's cognition, mortals are divided into only three types.
The first type is the "resources" and "property" that will belong to them in the future, such as the residents and the army of the Kingdom of Cormyr. They need to be treated with a little more gentleness and given shelter. The second type is the residents of other regions who have nothing to do with them and can be simply ignored. The third type is the guys controlled by their opponents. These people usually have strong hostility towards them and will gradually develop irreconcilable hatred as the fighting, violence and killing escalate. They need to be cleaned up quickly with a heavy blow, like mowing the grass, to leave no future troubles.
Therefore, Graya's current large-scale massacre was not out of bloodthirstiness or impulse, but an extremely rational decision made after careful consideration.
It is precisely because of this that Storm Silverhand feels that he is far more terrifying than those tyrants, ambitious people, and leaders of evil organizations.
Because once this young quasi-godlike being starts taking action, he will never stop easily. Instead, he will kill thousands of people with unimaginable efficiency, without even giving others a chance to react or intervene.
Storm Silverhand couldn't help but feel nervous, worried and anxious when he thought that the Dark Prince would become the monarch of the Kingdom of Cormyr in the future, and that the valley where Shadowdale was located just happened to share a large land border with Cormyr.
She was unsure whether the future Kingdom of Cormyr would reach out to the hitherto scattered valley and try to annex this rich, arable land.
But what is certain is that the relationship between the two sides will definitely not be as easy and harmonious as before.
Especially with the support of the huge West Coast Empire, the power of the Cormyr royal family will inevitably grow exponentially, and it won't be long before it becomes so powerful that it is daunting.
If we include Sembia, which ended its civil war after a round of reshuffle, the valley is almost surrounded, and only the newly liberated elven kingdom of Cormanthor in the north can barely be considered an ally.
If even Storm Silverhand could think of it, it was natural that Elminster could not fail to think of it.
So after a brief moment of thought, he finally made up his mind to lead the Harper Alliance into the melee, hoping to cool down the situation a little.
But the interesting thing is that before the group got close to the battlefield, a dramatic scene took place.
To be precise, they encountered a group of high-ranking members of the Zhentarim, including Fuzzolcherberry, the clone Mansong and Ximamon.
As an intelligence organization that has been engaged in a love-hate relationship with the Harper Alliance for hundreds of years, the Zhentarim had obviously noticed Elminster's movements long ago, and were also very concerned about the situation in Tivendon, and had a hostile relationship with the City of Ghosts.
How could they not get involved in something like this where it was obvious that there was a chance of getting something for free?
After all, whether it was the defeat of Shade or the heavy damage to the Harpists, the Zhentarim could take advantage of the situation to weaken their opponents, or even eliminate a powerful enemy once and for all.
Looking at Fuzzolcherberry's sinister and cunning face, Storm Silverhand immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes and asked, "What on earth do you want to do here?"
“It’s very simple.
I don't want you to interfere in this war of shadows.
Because the threat posed to the Moon Sea by the return of Ghost City to the material plane is too great.
So I hope that the Dark Prince Graya can help me kill all of Telamante and his sons without leaving a single one alive.
This way I can easily deal with the threat from the Anauroch Desert and achieve the goal I have always wanted to achieve."
Fuzzlecherberry made no secret of his intention and stated it directly.
It is not difficult to tell from the gloating revealed in his eyes and tone that he is very satisfied with the outcome of this war.
After all, as long as Ghost City is completely destroyed, the pressure faced by Zhentil Castle will disappear instantly.
Relying on the strong power of integrating the towns and villages around the Moon Sea to establish a dictatorship, it would be a good choice to go south to seize the land of the elven kingdom of Cormanthor or go east to invade the Hantu and Imbutu.
As the chosen one of the God of Tyranny Bane, after witnessing how Zuo Si built the vast West Coast Empire from scratch, Fuzzolcherberry's ambition grew like wild weeds in the wilderness, and he longed to build an empire of his own.
Considering that there was almost no room for expansion in the west, he naturally turned his attention to the east, which was easier to conquer and occupy.
Of course, all this is based on the complete destruction of Ghost City.
Otherwise, if there were still a few ghost princes and dozens of high-level wizards alive, they would use the Shadow Sea as a base to form a strategic threat to Zhentil Keep.
"Ha! Killing someone with a borrowed knife? When did you, the Tyrant of the Moon Sea, become as fond of scheming as Manshoon? Do Thors and his descendants really scare you so much?"
Elminster was obviously amused by the other party's shamelessness.
He originally thought that the Zhentarim were blocking here to kill him or to capture all the high-ranking members of the Harper Alliance.
After all, this kind of thing happened more than once when Mansong was still the leader.
But who would have thought that he just didn't want anyone to stand up and save the precarious Ghost City.
However, Elminster did want to help the City of Ghosts.
Because the Harper League he founded has always advocated the theory of balance, and what the area surrounding the Anauroch Desert needs right now is to maintain a balance of power.
In particular, preserving the City of Ghosts can not only deter Zhentil Keep from invading and harming other areas, but also slightly restrict the Kingdom of Cormyr, which will fully turn to the West Coast Empire in the future, so that it will not expand too fast and affect the valley.
Before Fu Zuoer Chebery could refute, Xi Manmeng, the controller of the Dark Intelligence Network, stepped forward and questioned with a smile: "If you are not afraid, why didn't you stand up at the first time?
Especially when the incarnation of the demon prince Demogorgon is still there.
Admit it, Elminster.
As you get older, you are no longer as brave and fearless as you imagined.
Moreover, the Dark Prince has already demonstrated his strength through two battles.
You have to know that neither Cyric nor Demogorgon is a soft persimmon.
He deserves everyone's respect, doesn't he?"
After saying that, Ximanmeng did not forget to glance at Graya standing at the top of the huge black curtain out of the corner of his eye.
Although at this moment this quasi-divine being who looked like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was just standing there motionless, he still exuded an aura of darkness and nothingness that was above all living beings, as if this night belonged to him.
Under the curtain, countless shadowy creatures constantly attacked the defenses built by the soldiers and mages of Ghost City.
Although since the City of Ghosts once lived in the shadow plane for thousands of years, they should be quite experienced in dealing with such creatures.
But even the most powerful magic is of no use in the face of overwhelming numbers.
Spells targeting shadow creatures, such as Daylight, Sunburst, and Fireball, illuminate the night sky one after another, often killing hundreds of black shadows in an instant, or even directly clearing a large area ahead.
But this does not slow down the pace of death at all.
Every time a group of shadowy creatures were killed, more would emerge from the curtain behind them, wave after wave like huge waves in a storm.
Under the impact of these guys, even the protective barrier formed by the joint casting of dozens of high-level wizards was shattered.
If you encounter a shadow dragon, a high-level shadow, a creation twisted by a legendary wizard or other powerful monsters, such as the lost incarnation of Demogorgon, you may not be able to last even a minute.
What's more, there is the traitor Brenas who is carrying the Demon Moon Blade and causing destruction everywhere, making it impossible for any barrier or magic circle to last for more than ten minutes.
Feeling more and more souls being absorbed by him, the Dark Prince Graya couldn't help but curl up his lips slightly and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "So everything that is happening before our eyes is within your expectations, father, right?
Whether it is Ovo and the floating city he controls, or Brenas, the pre-arranged traitor, they are all prepared to deal with the Ghost City.
These people are placed in important positions quietly like chess pieces, waiting to step out and play their roles when needed.
Especially Brennus, you should have made it into a summoned creature card for the planeswalker a long time ago, right? Interesting, really interesting.
I really want to know how many of these hidden chess pieces you have planted."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Graya suddenly felt something and turned around sharply to stare at his right side.
Although there was nothing there in the eyes of outsiders, he felt the spark that was unique to the Planeswalker.
There is no mistaking the resonance that cannot be described in words.
"I have arranged a lot of chess pieces like this, more than you can imagine. After all, I have a lot of enemies, so I always have to make a few emergency backup plans, don't you think?"
Zuo Si's voice came from where the Dark Prince was staring.
Graya immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked in an uncertain tone: "When did you come? Why can't I see anything?"
Zuo Si remained invisible and replied with a smile, “I have been here since the beginning.
It just uses some technique to distort reality and the perception of everyone around you, making it invisible to everyone, including you.
I have to say that I am quite satisfied with your performance today in the face of danger.
You know, I thought you were going to suffer a little at the hands of Telamante and Demogorgon.
In addition, how did you create this kind of divine dark curtain?
It is like a demiplane between the material world, the Plane of Shadow, and the Blind Eternity.
But it can provide you and those shadow creatures with additional strength bonus, as if it is some kind of exclusive domain."
When talking about this, Graya finally showed a hint of pride. He pointed to the large area of land around Tifton and explained, "I sent people to bury some gadgets made from fragments of my own divine power in the soil in advance. Through these props, I can release my own divine power to pass through one network node after another until it forms the scene you see."
"Using props made from fragments of divine power to form a network?"
In order to facilitate communication, Zuo Si changed himself from invisible to semi-transparent so that only a rough outline could be seen. His eyes were shining slightly, and he was obviously amazed by his son's wonderful ideas and creativity.
Although this thing is easy to say, it is quite difficult to actually do it. It can even be said that more than 80% of the gods cannot do it.
“That’s right.
But I also made use of the Shadow Magic Net and the blessing of the dark power of the night in the continent of Faerun.
If it was daybreak or in a place without the shadow magic web, it would be difficult to form such a huge curtain.
At least on a much smaller scale.”
Graya stated the limitations of this ability very bluntly.
But Zuo Si praised him nonchalantly, saying, "Even so, you have accomplished a remarkable feat.
After all, the power of a planeswalker is to use his own spark to connect endless time and space and the universe.
Then use everything, including energy and rules, for your own use.
With just one little land card, you can bring the shadow web and nighttime of Faerun to any world."
"Thank you for your compliment. But this time, it was all thanks to Brennus you placed in the City of Ghosts, otherwise I wouldn't have won so easily."
The Dark Prince placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to express his gratitude to his father.
Because Brennus not only created division and chaos within the City of Ghosts, he also bound the most difficult Demogorgon, allowing the deadly sealing magic to hit himself.
"Haha, I hope you can learn from this lesson. Next time when you fight other enemies, it's best to find a way to plant a spy or several spies among them. Although this is not easy for others, it is not difficult for a planeswalker."
With a smile on his face, Zuo Si, as a veteran and senior, taught his son about how to use the abilities of a planeswalker.
Graya was obviously very smart and understood the meaning immediately. He asked thoughtfully, "Do you mean to make an important person of the other party into a planeswalker summoning creature card?"
Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "Absolutely correct.
Remember, intelligence is always the most important factor in determining the outcome of a war.
You have to build your own messaging channel and make sure you always have control over it.
Otherwise you will become deaf and blind.
No matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably fall into a passive position, or even be led by the enemy."
"I see. I think I know how many mistakes I have made unintentionally this time. By the way, how do you think I should deal with the Ghost City and how should I end it all?"
Graya pretended to be humble and asked for advice.
Since he had no relevant experience, he was eager to get some guidance from his father.
But Zuo Si simply shook his head: "Don't ask me.
You started this war, so you make your own decisions. Don't expect me to clean up your mess for you.
Also, don't imitate your mother.
Because her political talent and ability are really hard to describe.
You know, being a qualified ruler is not as easy as you think.
Not only do we need to understand the nature and operation of power, but we also need to learn to distinguish the information we need from all kinds of lies and deceptions.
When you can easily control the entire bureaucratic system and make those who exercise power love and fear you, you will be qualified to be called qualified. "
After hearing this, the Dark Prince fell silent for an instant. After a full minute, he raised his head and asked tentatively: "Why did you choose mother? Was it because of her beauty or her special identity?"
“It’s the latter.
I want to exert influence over the Kingdom of Cormyr, or even indirectly control it.
Your mother happens to be a nearly perfect candidate.
And when there are no outsiders around, she is really wild and full of passion that ordinary women don’t have, which brings me a lot of happiness.”
Zuo Si openly admitted his true feelings for the Iron Princess Yalucel without hiding anything.
"So she is also a chess piece under your control?" Graya continued to ask curiously.
Zuo Si answered without hesitation: “Strictly speaking, yes.
Because in politics, if you don't take the initiative, the other side will take the initiative.
This is a complete zero-sum game, a winner-takes-all game. There is no such thing as a win-win situation.
You can show your kindness when you win, but you must never pin your hopes on the kindness of the other party, otherwise you will definitely lose miserably.
What's more, I played my role almost perfectly and satisfied everything your mother desired.
Believe me, there is only one answer you will get, and that is love.
Besides, without my intervention, your mother would never have sat on the throne of Cormyr.
With her political level, she would only be able to assist Assan V as regent until he came of age, and then be kicked away like trash.
After all, politics and the game of power are so cruel that they never consider family affection and blood ties. "
"So... I can also use the same method to control those women, making them fall in love with me and willingly become pawns under my control?"
格雷亚两眼微微放光仿佛打开了新世界的大门。
由于没有道德感和同理心的关系，他并没有因为母亲雅卢赛尔是一颗棋子就生气或者发怒，反而觉得自己父亲的手段非常高明，迫切的想要学习和效仿。
因为这种方法的成本非常低，但所能从中获得的好处却非常巨大。
面对好学的儿子，左思当然不会藏私，直截了当的给出肯定答复。
“当然可以。
不过需要注意的是你虽然可以把她们当成工具，但却也要满足她们在精神和物质、生理和心理上的需求。
你可以把这种事情视作一种交易。
只有不断给予正反馈，那些女人才会对你死心塌地，甚至是愿意为你甘愿献出自己的生命乃至灵魂。
精神控制和奴役是一门很高深的学问。
我建议你先挑选一个相对比较简单的目标作为练习对象。
比如科米尔王国宫廷里的那些侍女或忠于王室的贵族家庭女性。”
毫无疑问，要是此刻有外人听到这对父子之间的交谈内容保证会震惊到无以复加。
毕竟会教儿子泡妞技巧的父亲虽然不少，但像这么赤裸裸的绝对没几个。
更何况黑暗王子才出生不久，严格意义上来说还不到一岁呢。
就在格雷亚想要询问更多细节和技巧的时候，突然感受到远处传来一股惊人的能量，转头一看一道刺眼的银火猛然间在半空中炸裂开，发出震耳欲聋的轰鸣。
轰！！！！！ 一名散塔林会的高阶法师应声掉落下来，整个身体几乎被恐怖的能量烧成了残缺不全的骸骨。
“那是——魔法女神的选民！”
格雷亚凭借类神力超越常人的视觉直接锁定了伊尔明斯特和风暴·银手，同样也发现了正在与他们激烈交换意见的克隆体曼松、傅佐尔彻伯瑞和席曼蒙等人。
很显然两伙人最终谈不拢还是打了起来。
算上竖琴手同盟和散塔林会，头顶天空上有浮空城大战和耐瑟瑞尔时代大奥术师的法术决斗，地面上还有布雷纳斯与其他阴魂王子、高阶法师之间的内战。
那种勃勃生机万物竞发的景象让人不由得感叹真不愧是费伦大陆。
也只有在这片各种各样组织多如牛毛的土地上，才会在一场原本只有两方参加的战争中看到其他势力的身影。
“呵呵，伊尔明斯特还是老样子，总是改不了喜欢多管闲事的臭毛病。
不过散塔林会为了能让你彻底把阴魂城彻底摧毁这次也算是拼命了。
尤其傅佐尔彻伯瑞，已经开始使用班恩赋予他的力量。
看来双方一时半会儿还分不出胜负。”
左思饶似笑非笑的调侃了一句，完全没有把这种小场面放在眼里。
毕竟事到如今，他所拥有的力量早就已经不是伊尔明斯特和傅佐尔彻伯瑞所能企及的。
“要阻止这两伙人吗？”
黑暗王子下意识皱起眉头。
“不用，你还是抓紧时间结束这场战争吧。因为我已经能感受到有好几位神明的视线都投了过来。”
说罢，左思也不理会儿子的反应，直接启动传送魔法消失在原地。
他前脚刚走，后脚一个全身上下包裹在黑色半透明薄纱、从头到脚散发着神秘气息的美丽女性便凭空出现。
“夜之女神莎尔？！”
格雷亚几乎在一瞬间就确认了对方的身份，同时攥紧手中燃烧着黑色火焰的长剑进入到战斗状态。
“放松，我的孩子，没必要那么紧张。相信你应该已经知道我对你没有任何恶意了，不是吗？”
莎尔迈着优雅的步伐缓缓迎面走来。
当两人的距离不足半米的时候，她这才停下脚步伸出纤细修长的手指轻轻搭在黑暗王子的肩膀上，突然把脸凑到近前宛如瘾君子般猛地用力吸了一口气，随后发出足以令人发出无限遐想的呻吟声。
何等纯粹的黑暗！ 何等寂静的虚无！ 这一切都让夜之女神仿佛回到了创始之初太阳尚未出现时的美好时代。
出于本能的反应，莎尔展开双臂就像把黑暗王子死死的抱在自己怀中再也不松开。
但遗憾的是后者显然并不喜欢这种过于亲密的动作，猛然间释放出强大的类神力硬生生将莎尔顶了回去，同时后退拉开一个相对安全的距离。
“抱歉，我现在还无法信任你。”
格雷亚旗帜鲜明的表达了自己的态度。
别说是眼前的夜之女神了，就连作为母亲的雅卢赛尔拥抱和亲吻都会让他产生强烈的不适。
如果换成其他人做出这种近乎冒犯的举动，莎尔早就直接翻脸降下神罚了。
可对于格雷亚，她却展现出了超乎寻常的容忍，非但没有生气反而摘下黑色面纱露出了一张足以让所有男人为之疯狂的绝美面容，微笑着说道：“我能理解你的警惕和怀疑。
毕竟我跟你的父亲索斯存在着许多不可调和的矛盾，甚至是公开成为了敌人。
但是请相信我，我对你并没有哪怕一丝一毫的恶意。
恰恰相反，我想要帮助你了解自己所拥有的黑暗力量进而变得更加强大。
因为你是这个世界上唯一能让我感到安宁的人，同时也是唯一一个值得我去爱的人。
不得不说，命运有时候真是一种非常有趣的东西。
索斯明明是我的敌人，可是却孕育出了你。”
看着夜之女神这番有点像是真情流露的反应，格雷亚绷紧的神经稍微放松了一点，重新将佩剑插回鞘内小心翼翼的试探道：“你今天来想要干什么？拯救即将毁灭的阴魂城吗？”
“阴魂城？
哈哈哈哈！
不，我的孩子，阴魂城在我的眼中根本无足轻重。
从他们开始算计你的时候，我就已经彻底将其抛弃了。
只要你点点头，我甚至可以亲手毁灭它，让那些胆大包天的蠢货为冒犯你付出最惨痛的代价。
事实上我降临化身完全是为了你。
要知道避开你那位阴险狡诈的父亲可不容易。”
在说这番话的时候，莎尔瞟向头顶浮空城的眼神充满了厌恶。
因为自从返回物质世界之后，阴魂城拉胯的表现实在是太让她感到失望了。
尤其是泰拉曼特的胆小如鼠错失了很多机会。
不过最重要的还是擅自跟恶魔王子狄摩高根合作想要把自己的黑暗之子抓起来作为谈判的筹码。
“所以你想要让我做你的选民？”
格雷亚似乎察觉到了什么。
“选民？
不，那是为凡人准备的东西，根本配不上你的身份。
事实上我想让你做我的神之子。
就像塔洛娜给予你父亲索斯的地位那样。
你无需遵守任何戒律跟教条，想干什么就干什么，所有我在凡间的教会都必须服从你的命令。”
莎尔张开双臂用兴奋和激动的语气开出了条件。
如果不是怕吓坏黑暗王子，她都想直接将其绑回自己的国度把对方当抱枕一样抱在怀中好好睡上一觉。
格雷亚低头思索了片刻，最终还是婉拒道：“我需要时间考虑，没办法立刻给你一个确切的回答。”
“没关系。你可以慢慢考虑，我这里的大门永远想你敞开。不过作为对这份善意的回报，你能让我抱一会儿吗？就一小会儿……”
莎尔眨着那双水汪汪的大眼睛摆出一副可怜兮兮的样子。
“可以！”
格雷亚犹豫片刻后还是答应下来。
毕竟只不过是一个拥抱而已，他又不会少块肉。
得到想要的回应，夜之女神顿时像是热恋中的小姑娘一样兴奋的跳了起来，随即二话不说便冲到近前如同八爪鱼一样整个人都挂在了黑暗王子的身上，贪婪的嗅着后者身上散发出来的味道。
还没等来得及后者做出任何反应，莎尔便直接闭上眼睛睡着了。
这直接给格雷亚整不会了。
他先是尝试着想要把对方叫醒，结果发现并没有什么卵用，想要将其从身上弄下来却根本拽不动。
“该死！”
黑暗王子终于察觉到了不对劲，忍不住低声咒骂了一句。
很显然莎尔在这件事情上耍了一个小花招。
缺乏人生阅历的格雷亚一不小心就着了对方的道。
目前唯一能脱困的方式就是启动旅法师的火花离开费伦。
可这样做显然跟夜之女神保持良好关系的初衷不符。
最终无奈之下，他只能就这样带着挂在身上的莎尔冲向仍旧还在抵抗的阴魂城残余部队，打算尽快完成战争的收尾工作。
要知道莎尔化身降临次数最多的地方就是阴魂城。
因此阴魂城军队中有很多人都认识夜之女神化身的模样。
So when Graya appeared in everyone's sight, Revalan once again suffered a critical hit that far exceeded his own health limit. He fell to his knees with a plop, stunned, pinching his thighs and slapping his mouth to make sure that this was not a dream or an illusion.
Because no believer of the Goddess of Night would mistake the beautiful woman lying in the arms of the Prince of Darkness as Shar.
The contrast between his personalities before and after is really too great.
But the problem is that the divine power emanating from the other party is real.
What happened? Is the world going to end? How could our mysterious, evil, cold and cruel goddess become like this? All Shar's followers tried to find a reasonable and convincing reason like crazy.
Unfortunately, reality is often so cruel and abstract.
After slapping himself several times in a row, the burning pain on his face made Rivalan finally realize that this was not an illusion. His eyes suddenly lost all their luster, and he stopped all resistance like a walking corpse.
About two or three minutes later, he yelled hysterically like a madman: "Come on! Kill me! What are you waiting for?"
The Dark Prince always responded to requests like this. He pierced the man's chest with his sword and said sarcastically in a cold tone, "You are so pathetic. You are trapped in the vortex of faith even when the time comes. You put all your hopes on the gods? What do you think gods are? A universal wish-granting machine for mortals?"
"Shall...Great Shar! My beloved goddess of the night! Why did you abandon me? I am so pious and loyal to you..."
It was obvious that Rivalan was not listening to what Graya said at all. Instead, he wanted to reach out and touch Shar's bare white feet before he died.
But just when it was about to touch, a powerful force instantly bounced him away. The whole person fell heavily on a rock, spat out a mouthful of blood, and swallowed his last breath with unwillingness.
There is no doubt that this is the tragic state of being abandoned by the gods.
For most pure professional priests, losing the grace and faith of God often means losing everything.
The death of Rivalan was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly triggering a chain reaction of collapse.
Everyone realized that the destruction of Shade City was unstoppable because Shar had abandoned them and supported the enemy.
As panic and despair spread, the selfish mages were the first to turn around and flee, followed by officers and soldiers.
As we all know, in most wars, the real casualties usually do not come from frontal combat, but from being chased and killed when morale collapses and people start to flee.
At this time, since everyone is thinking about escaping, no one is willing to stay behind and buy time for their teammates with the belief that they will die, so they rarely encounter stubborn resistance when killing.
In just a few minutes, more than one-third of the fleeing Ghost City army suffered casualties. All of them were dragged into the darkness and killed by the shadowy creatures that pursued them, and then twisted into their own kind.
But even so, the others who were still running away showed no intention of stopping.
At this moment, there was only one thought in their hearts, and that was to escape from this nightmarish place as soon as possible.
As for ideals like the City of Ghosts and the revival of Netheril, just get as far away from them as possible. The most important thing is to save your own life first.
Normally, the mages should start activating teleportation magic and teleport away instantly at this moment.
But the problem is that Graya will specifically target those who try to activate teleportation magic.
Once discovered, he would immediately appear in front of the opponent and kill him with the sword in his hand.
This directly led to those who were preparing to use teleportation magic not daring to use it easily, and could only use transformation magic or acceleration magic to make themselves run faster.
At the same time, the spell duel between the great arcanists in the sky above was coming to an end.
Even though Telamante had revealed all of his cards, as well as all the new spells and spellcasting techniques he had developed over thousands of years in the Shadow Plane, he was still no match for the Undead Ovo.
He now had almost no spell slots left, and the equipment and scrolls on his body were either destroyed or temporarily suppressed by the effect of the Modernken Great Disintegration, and were completely useless.
“Hoo—hoo—hoo—”
With heavy breathing, the founder of the City of Ghosts finally closed his eyes and stopped struggling in any way.
Because Telramante knew that there was no point at all, and he had already lost the battle from the beginning.
After all, he only has the physique of a ghost, not an immortal lich. Once he is killed, he will really die.
But what about Ovo?
There are hundreds of boxes that can be split from his life alone, and he can be resurrected infinitely.
Even if you fail this time, there will be countless opportunities to try again.
After realizing this, Telramante urged with a hoarse voice: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it! Don't tell me you are soft-hearted and want to spare my life."
"Soft-hearted?" Ovo laughed piercingly. "Hahaha! Do you think such a ridiculous thing will happen to me? The main reason I haven't killed you is because your life and death are not in my hands."