"Hold on! Don't retreat! Our reinforcements will be here soon! We must not let those demons and servants of the evil god break through this line of defense!"
"Are you kidding? The enemy's long-range firepower is too fierce! Our shield can only last for five minutes at most! If we don't have a replenishment after five minutes, we will all be blown to death!"
"Damn it! There are weapons produced by the Ninth Layer Arms Company of Baator Hell everywhere. Especially those cannons with long range and amazing power. If there is no protection of magic shield, it can blow up a large area in a few minutes. Even the most solid fortress will collapse in a very short time."
"Be content. We are now dealing mainly with demons and the armies of evil gods. If it were a devil, you would see even more outrageous things. According to the latest news, the kingdoms of several gods in the east have been breached."
"Alright! Stop talking nonsense! Cheer up! No matter what the cost, we must block this passage to the Court of Law. We must not let the enemy's evil and filth get close to the realm of Tyr, the great god of justice."
"Understood! Even if we die, we will die on the battlefield and will never retreat a single step!"
"That's right! Goodness will prevail! Justice will prevail!"
"Kill all the demons and minions of the evil god!"
…
Accompanied by the earth-shaking war cries of the alien gods, the apostles of the star realm and the tens of thousands of Archons transformed from mortal souls, the army of the Three Holy Alliance led by the god of justice Tyr displayed a fearless spirit of sacrifice and fought bloody battles with the swarming evil army on a battlefield stretching for dozens of kilometers.
Shells fell from the sky like raindrops and exploded above their heads, with visible flames and shock waves raging wildly.
Fortunately, with the support of a powerful magic shield, these shells were unable to fall to the ground for the time being, but were completely blocked in the air about fifty meters above the ground.
Obviously, this is the limitation of technology in the face of supernatural magic.
Once the opponent understands the type of weapon damage, he can completely ignore the damage caused by technological weapons by simply putting on the corresponding shield or immunity spell.
Even seemingly extremely advanced nuclear weapons and high-energy particle weapons are no exception.
It is well known that demons influenced by their chaotic nature have little patience.
After seeing that the enemy's magic protection successfully blocked all long-range artillery fire, they immediately launched a chaotic group "charge" without saying a word.
The reason why the word "charge" is put in quotation marks is that except for useless cannon fodder such as cowards and imps, most demons of a higher level can cast advanced teleportation spells infinitely every day (only for themselves).
So their charge is actually to directly use teleportation magic to cut into the middle of the enemy in large numbers, then disrupt the enemy's formation, structure, and command system, and then defeat them with numerical advantage and rich melee experience.
In just a blink of an eye, the Sub-air Gods, who were flashing white light symbolizing the good camp, were intertwined with the demons, who were flashing evil light that was red to black and black to purple.
In fact, it is proved once again that when the defensive means are far stronger than the offensive means, only the most primitive, bloody and brutal close combat is the key to victory or defeat.
What's more, ever since Asmodeus allowed the abyss lords to purchase products from the huge cyberpunk city arms company, the weapons of the demons have become more diverse.
For example, there is a bolt gun that can cause huge damage to the target in close combat, and another example is a high-powered shotgun with a drum capacity of sixty rounds. Both are favorites of demons who like blood, violence and killing.
When the two sides started to engage in close combat, the first thing that broke out was not the drawing of swords, but the passionate shooting of guns.
Both the Archons and the demons adopted the same tactics.
After all, the former had sent observers to the ninth level of Baator Hell to collect intelligence a long time ago, and was no stranger to the weapons and equipment produced there. He had even purchased a lot of them through some special channels.
In addition, they are fighting a defensive battle. As long as they can hold on for one wave, they can pick up the weapons and equipment dropped by the enemy by recycling the spoils.
Therefore, the coalition forces of the Three Saints Alliance are now basically equipped with different types of guns, and some are even wearing battle-scarred power mechas.
Because the same type of bullets and modular accessories produced by standardized industrial assembly lines are completely universal, there are no obstacles whether it is ammunition supply or maintenance.
The Sub-species of the Seventh Heaven Mountain are now no strangers to the logos of several military-industrial groups on the ninth level of Baator Hell, and they have a love-hate relationship with these advanced weapons.
What I love is that this thing is really easy to use and the quality is also very good.
If the enemy has not previously been blessed with Protection from Good, Protection from Ranged Weapons, and Protection from Energy Damage, and there is no force field generator installed on the power armor, then a few consecutive shots will be enough to beat a tough berserker into a paste.
But what is hateful is that these powerful weapons are actually equipped to the evil army on a large scale, causing unimaginable horrific casualties to their own side.
Some veterans who survived the war for a long time have even begun to be able to judge which weapons or protective gear produced by the other side have the best performance and greatest power based on the logos of different military-industrial groups.
Yes, you read that right.
These Archons have already started to recognize brands when choosing weapons and armor...
In addition to arms, the large quantities of seized healing and strengthening drugs are also popular among frontline fighters.
It can be predicted that as the scale of the war continues to expand and last longer, the giants of the arms groups and pharmaceutical companies in Zuo Si's territory will inevitably become famous and make a fortune.
After all, the Outer Planes are much faster than the Material Plane in accepting new things.
Soon, the sounds of gunfire, explosions, hacking, roaring, and wailing mixed together along the entire front line, and every moment, demons and Archons fell to the ground and turned into corpses or meat paste.
All kinds of strange spell-like abilities collide with each other one after another.
Individuals are as insignificant as ants in the face of a war of this scale.
Even the apostles of the star realm, the servants of the gods from other worlds, and the Balor Flame Demons are very likely to be killed in the next second.
Only the Seraphic Servant and Demon Lord who are comparable to demigods can barely ensure their own safety.
Because they are usually the highest commanders of an army and have the power to decide when to end the battle, rather than being thrown around like pawns by their superiors to risk their lives.
At this moment, at the top of the huge mountain in the back, the God of Justice Tyr was standing on top of the huge palace, looking down at the crumbling defense line. After a full minute, he asked without turning his head, "How is it, no response from the Twin Heavens yet?"
"The dwarf gods are still hesitating, but the guardian gods and the Aesir tribe living there have begun to form a coalition. It will probably not be long before they launch an attack from the flank to relieve the pressure we are facing."
Torm, the god of loyalty and courage, quickly told the news that the messenger had just sent back.
At this moment, the expression of this god, whose whole body was shining with golden light, was more solemn than ever. He no longer had his usual optimism, and his eyes were fixed on the figures behind the evil army at the foot of the mountain.
He knew very well that if he dared to join the battle rashly, he would be besieged by several old enemies and demon lords.
Therefore, from the beginning of the war until now, the gods of both sides have only been continuously granting divine power BUFFs to believers and armies, and have not shown any intention of personally participating in the battle.
Because this is just like the wars between modern industrial countries on Earth. The one that leaves first will definitely not be able to hold on and will have to leave, and will most likely lose in the end.
Those who sit back and finish last will reap the biggest benefits after defeating their opponents.
"So we'll have reinforcements soon?"
Tyr's originally serious expression finally eased a little.
As one of the powerful gods, he is actually not afraid of any opponent under the blessing of the will of the Seventh Heaven Mountain.
This was no exception even if Bane, the god of tyranny, and Talos, the god of storms, were leading a team blocking the door.
After all, in his own territory, his divine power will be amplified, so it will not be a problem for him to deal with Bane, whose divine power and influence have increased significantly recently.
The two medium-level gods, Ilmater, the god of suffering, and Heim, the god of protection, can join forces to deal with Talos.
In the end, it was up to Torm and his Seraphs to deal with other weaker gods, demigods, and demon lords.
But the problem is that Tyr is not satisfied with defending, but wants to fight out to regain lost territory and let the first layer of the Seven Heaven Mountain be shrouded in the light of kindness and order again.
This means he needs help, lots and lots of help.
"If nothing unexpected happens, yes.
And I heard that in other places, many creatures from the Exalted Plane also appeared on the battlefield in large numbers, successfully slowing down the advance of the demons and yugoloths.
Only the Devil's Legion was still unstoppable, and the vanguard seemed to have broken through the second level.
It was obvious that Asmodeus had been planning this war for a long time.
Coupled with the weapons and equipment support provided by Soth, as well as the Devil Legion's strict discipline and tactics honed in bloody battles, the Sub-Earth Protoss, who had not fought a large-scale war for a long time, were no match at all.
To be precise, the defenses set up by the Seven Fierce Society of Heaven were penetrated several times.
If Domiel, who ruled the second plane, hadn't run fast, he would have died on the battlefield like Barachiel of the first plane."
When the Lord of Hell was mentioned, the eyes of Torm, the God of Loyalty and Courage, immediately became very nervous.
Because the members of the Seven Fierce Order of Heaven are no less powerful than ordinary gods.
But they were powerless against the army under Asmodeus.
In particular, the war that broke out in the second level, Mochulia, lasted for less than three hours.
More than tens of millions of Sub-Earth troops were annihilated, and almost the same number were taken prisoner, a large number of whom would degenerate and become enemies under the torture of the devil.
Just from this result, it can be seen that the Seven Fierce Society of Heaven, which instigated the bloody war between the demons and devils, has definitely shot itself in the foot.
Because they created two...
No! It should be said that they were three terrifying monster-level enemies! Demons, devils, and yugoloths, who often appeared as mercenaries, had been tempered in cruel bloody battles for tens of millions of years or even longer, and had already gained more experience than other races in the continuous wars.
Especially the demon army hidden by Asmodeus, which are basically elites who have survived the most rigorous screening on the bloody front lines.
What they are facing is a group of "new recruits" who have been in a peaceful environment for a long time and lack war experience.
So it is not surprising that there was a large-scale massacre.
Looking back at the brilliant results achieved by Germany after launching Operation Barbarossa against the Soviet Union during World War II, we can see how big the difference is between an army composed of elite veterans and an army composed of new recruits.
"What about Thors? He still hasn't taken any action?" Ilmater, the god of suffering, suddenly asked.
Thom nodded slightly. "Yes. The Ninth Level he rules is still normal. There is no mobilization and no closure to the outside world. Our people can even enter and exit freely. It seems that he really intends to stay out of it this time."
“This is great news for us.
Because as long as he doesn't join, the situation will not develop in the worst direction.
Otherwise, powerful gods such as the goddess of wealth Waukeen, the goddess of natural cycles Talona, and even the god of knowledge Oghma will also enter the scene. "
Tyr was visibly relieved.
This sudden outbreak of war has already involved too many gods, and he doesn't want the intensity to escalate further.
"Not only our allies, Soth himself and his descendants are also a huge threat. We must find out his position as soon as possible. By the way, has the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut not returned yet?"
Ilmater, the god of suffering, was obviously a little worried.
As one of the first gods in this universe to come into contact with Zuo Si, he knew better than either of his two allies the destructive power this young man possessed.
Once Zuo Si turns to the evil camp, it will definitely be a terrible disaster for the good camp.
By then, it is still unclear whether the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain can be preserved.
Just when Tyr wanted to comfort his old friend, a silver-white light suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a giant platinum dragon appearing out of thin air in the open space. It was Bahamut who had just returned.
As soon as he appeared, Thom, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately asked: "What is the attitude of the elven gods? Do they agree to send reinforcements?"
Bahamut nodded immediately: "Of course! The great Corellon promised me that he would send an unprecedented army to help resist the invasion of the evil army.
Not only that, he also told me something.
The bloody war between the evil factions has lasted too long, and it is time for the good faction to bleed."
"It's time for the good camp to bleed? What does this mean?"
Tyr frowned subconsciously.
"That's what it means literally.
He believed that the universe needed to balance the forces between the various camps, so Asmodeus catered to this law to some extent.
This war between good and evil will become long-lasting and lasting like a bloody war in the future.
We won't stop until we've shed enough blood.
And these words were not said by Corellon, but by Soth, the ruler of the ninth level of Baator.
He also said that his bottom line is that goodness must not defeat evil, otherwise he will intervene. "
Bahamut dumped out all the information he got from Corellon.
"A second bloody battle?!"
Thom's face turned pale.
Because no god could be unaware of the cruelty of a bloody battle.
In the past, those who died were all evil demons, devils, and yugoloths, so the good camp mostly just watched the show from afar, and when the devils could no longer hold on, they would send some people to help, or they would take advantage of the chaos to rush into the abyss and massacre the demons like the Atari.
In short, an offshore balance strategy is emphasized to try to keep the two sides in the bloody battle in balance, and it would be best if they could continue to kill each other forever.
But now that it's their turn to bleed, it's a little hard to accept.
After all, the biggest difference between kindness and evil is that the former has strong emotions such as sympathy, pity, and intolerance, and will feel sad and painful when seeing the death of friends, companions, and subordinates.
In contrast, the latter simply regards people other than themselves as tools and pawns. As long as they can benefit from it, it doesn't matter how many other people die.
Therefore, the evil camp's tolerance for casualties is often amazing, while the good camp is very susceptible to emotional factors.
"I think we need to hold an emergency meeting and gather all our allies to discuss countermeasures.
Soth has made his position clear.
From what I know about him, this is basically an ultimatum.
If we attempt to defeat Asmodeus, the moment the Lord of Hell is defeated is the moment for him to intervene."
Ilmater, the god of suffering, made the suggestion solemnly.
"Just do as you say."
After a moment's silence, Tyr quickly nodded in agreement.
In this way, an alliance of the good camp began to be established with the efforts of the Three Holy Alliance and the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut.
It can be predicted that it won't be long before they unite to launch an unprecedented decisive battle somewhere to stop the evil from advancing further, and then build an eternal battlefield with this place as the center.
…
At the same time, in a huge cyberpunk city far away on the ninth level of Baator Hell.
The succubus queen Mecanthust is staring at the heavy industrial assembly line operating at full capacity, watching as guns, cannons, tanks, and power mechas are assembled from parts, and finally painted, packaged, and stuffed into huge containers for delivery to customers.
After several minutes, she turned around and asked a New Phyrexian Creation: "How many orders do we have now?"
The latter quickly responded with an emotionless electronic voice: "Very, very many.
Not only are devils, demons, yugoloths, and many evil gods purchasing our products in large quantities, but even those of good are placing orders through middlemen.
The goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and her church played an important role in this.
As instructed by you and the great father of New Phyrexia, we did not refuse these orders, but instead produced some for them while raising the price and limiting the quantity.
In this way, this war can be fought with equal strength."
Hearing this answer, Mecanxiut nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, this is exactly what the master wanted.
Besides, the profit margin of orders nowadays is too low. How can it be acceptable if it is only 500%?
After a while, triple my current amount.
As the last word came out, a burst of crisp applause suddenly came from a distance.
Following the direction of the voice, a beautiful woman wearing gold and silver and inlaid with precious gems can be seen walking slowly from a distance. She praised as she walked, "Well said! You are worthy of being the one chosen by Soth himself to rule the Ninth Layer on his behalf. I wanted to remind you about the price increase, but it seems that there is no need."
Without asking, one knows that the person who came is none other than the goddess of wealth, Woking.
Ever since she moved her kingdom to the ninth level and became neighbors with Zuo Si, she has been like a fish in water. She hangs out in the huge cyberpunk city every day, especially in the stock exchange center, enjoying the pleasure of reaping wealth through financial means.
Her church and believers even blatantly acted as middlemen, constantly selling the good things produced here to other planes, and spreading their faith to expand their influence.
Not only that!
The goddess also actively communicated with senior executives including the succubus queen Mecanthust, and then worked together to establish a super trust monopoly organization from raw material acquisition to production, sales channels and markets, and finally achieved the control of pricing power.
By continuously deepening its understanding of the principles of economics, wealth and capital operation in practice, Woking has completely completed its transformation.
The confident smile on her face is the best proof of this.
"You've made a lot of money from the upper planes recently, haven't you?" Mecanthust asked after glacing at the other party.
Wu Jin nodded without disguising, "Yes, I have taken a lot of special products from the Chongshan plane this time, especially those special ores formed by the influence of positive energy. I have taken over twenty mines alone."
"Hmph! Boring. Those things are meaningless to the master. Because no matter what material it is, as long as it is decomposed by the oil once, it can be produced in unlimited quantities."
The Succubus Queen curled her lips in disdain.
As she said, matter has no value to the New Phyrexia, which has mastered the secret of the oil, and can be transformed by decomposing and recombining elementary particles.
This is true even of things that are formed under the influence of special energies.
But Waukeen smiled and shook a finger, explaining, “No, you don’t understand.
Creating things out of thin air cannot form a wealth and economic cycle, nor can it influence or even control others through economic means.
Remember, my dear friend.
For the ninth level, which possesses the most powerful production and manufacturing capabilities in the universe, the most important thing is to make others become inseparable from us.
South and I are the experts in this area, and you just need to execute the plans you have made."
"So you came all the way here just to tell me about the price increase?"
Mecanthus obviously didn't intend to waste time on this topic, and raised his eyebrows with an impatient look.
But Waukeen smiled nonchalantly and replied, "No, of course not. I came to discuss with you how to influence this war between good and evil without sending out troops."
"you mean……"
The Succubus Queen realized something instantly, and her eyes lit up slightly.
"It's simple. It's time to open up the restrictions a little bit and allow those items that were originally on the banned list to be smuggled into the market."
As she said this, a sinister and cunning smile appeared on the face of the Goddess of Fortune.
"Are you sure? Those things are not ordinary goods. Once they enter the market, they may cause a lot of trouble."
Mecanthust was obviously more cautious.
To be precise, she was a little worried that these big killers did not appear on the battlefield, but remained in the hands of gangs in the huge cyberpunk city.
If these guys were used during a fight, the entire area might be evaporated in an instant.
"Don't worry. I swear to personally supervise the transportation of these things out of the Ninth Level."
Wojin gave the assurance solemnly, while looking at the product at the end of the assembly line with greed and desire in his eyes.
In her opinion, these were not weapons at all, but piles of gold.
As long as they are shipped out and delivered to those guys in the upper plane, they can immediately make a profit of three or even four times the normal price.
And every time she completes such a transaction, her divine power will increase.
"Okay, I understand."
Mecanthus hesitated for a moment, and soon gave the other party permission.
Having played "Monarch Offline" for a long time, she had long been accustomed to making some not very important decisions for Zuo Si.
"Thank you!"
The overjoyed goddess of wealth immediately opened the terminal device in her hand, took a look at several items that were originally gray and could not be purchased and turned into color. Without saying a word, she activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As the saying goes, time is money.
She is now eager to sell these "good things" to customers who can afford the high prices.
However, Wojin did not know that besides himself, there was another god from the continent of Faerun who was also enjoying the ultimate happiness. He was Tempus.
As the most powerful god of war in the kingdom, upon learning that Asmodeus had ended the bloody battle with the demons and started a larger-scale eternal war with the good camp, this god, who always appears as a burly man, almost roared with joy to the sky.
The Cyre Civil War that originally broke out in the continent of Faerun, and the subsequent war with the Mulhorand Empire after the end of the Cyre Civil War, have made him extremely excited.
But who would have thought that there would be an even bigger one later.
In the past, Tempus always felt that the Lord of Hell was too cowardly and could only hide in the background and carry out conspiracies and tricks that could not be made public.
But now, he was filled with gratitude and admiration for Asmodeus.
What does it mean to be silent but make a splash? This is it!
The Lord of Hell proved with his actions that he is the war master who can set the entire universe on fire.
Not only Tempus, but almost all the gods of war in the entire universe appeared above the battlefield as if it was a festival, and some even sent down their incarnations to participate in it.
Because they all know very well that this war is actually a big stage.
Whoever performs well can gain more benefits and make his or her power stronger.
At this moment, Tempus himself was riding his beloved horse in the sky, admiring a battle between a legion of devils and the Gaiding Clan who were suddenly teleported from other dimensions.
Since both sides have extremely firm beliefs, there is no possibility of escape or retreat. Only death can make them lay down their weapons.
This is obviously more cruel than the war between mortals, but also more exciting.
As a reward for these brave warriors, Tempus bestowed his blessings on both sides.
Because in his opinion, favoring one side alone would be unfair and disrespectful to the other side.
In the end, the devils with greater discipline and combat experience won the final victory.
Looking at the battlefield below where all the people had been slaughtered and only corpses were left, the most powerful god of war in Faerun couldn't help but sigh: "What a wonderful duel, isn't it? I am beginning to appreciate Asmodeus more and more. If he hadn't started this war, I might never have had the opportunity to reach a higher dimension."
"Are you asking the Lord of Hell to form an alliance and join his camp?"
The Crimson Knight asked in an uncertain tone.
"No, of course not. As the God of War, I have no interest in joining either side. Instead, I want to maintain the balance so that it can last forever like a bloody war."
Tempus grinned cruelly.
Although his own camp is neutral and he despises and hates the killing of civilians in war, he has nothing to do with kindness.
To be exact, the killing, death, and destruction he and his followers have caused is sometimes even greater than that of the evil faction.
After all, almost all the horrific atrocities and tragedies occurred during wars.
War can even turn a normal person into a vicious beast.
The Crimson Knight clearly understood the Father God's thoughts very well, and he carefully reminded him, "But the scale and participants of this war are far beyond your control. If you intervene forcefully, you may be regarded as an enemy by both sides."
"Haha, do you think I'm stupid enough to work alone? No, I've already found allies for myself.
Haven't you noticed that Soth, the lord of the ninth layer of Baator, has not made any move yet?
If nothing unexpected happens, his idea should be the same as mine.
Now, let us go and visit this old friend."
As he spoke, Tempus patted the butt of his beloved warhorse, then turned into a residual image and disappeared at the end of the sky.
The Crimson Knight hurriedly followed.
In a flash!
The incarnations of the two gods crossed the planes and descended on Askatla, the capital of the West Coast Empire.
Relying on his powerful divine perception, Tempus found Zuo Si's location almost instantly and teleported directly to a place only a dozen meters away.
The reason why he didn't go forward directly was because Zuo Si was talking to the magic goddess Midnight at the moment.
Whether out of politeness or respect for the Mother of Magic, the God of War had to wait for the two to finish their conversation.
However, Tempus's arrival obviously caught Midnight's attention, and he immediately teased him in a half-joking tone: "You are really busy. Even the great God of War has to wait in line to see you."
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and put on a helpless look: "This is not my fault. After all, I didn't start this war, and I haven't even participated in it so far. And I sincerely suggest that you don't get involved."
"Oh? Why? Are you afraid that you will meet me on the battlefield one day?"
Midnight looked at his voters with a smile.
Although the title of Chosen One of the Magic Goddess has long been dispensable to Zuo Si, as long as he does not voluntarily return it, the relationship between the two parties will still exist.
"No, I just think magic should be neutral and shouldn't be involved in the conflict between good and evil.
In this regard, Boccab, the god of magic in the Grey Eagle plane, did a very good job.
And in this universe, nothing happens in isolation, but has a huge ripple effect.
That is, if a god wants to deal with another god, he must consider his allies and his allies' allies.
There are too many uncertainties involved and too many unexpected situations that may occur.
In other words, if you join the war, then Shar, who is your enemy, may join the evil camp. "
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone became unusually serious, and carried a hint of warning.
There is no way, because the Magic Goddess is the most dangerous profession in the whole of Faerun.
Although controlling the magic network means becoming the most powerful god under Io, there are always people who can kill the goddess of magic through various means.
As for the ripple effect mentioned by Zuo Si, it is one of the greatest characteristics of this universe.
This is also the reason why, although the gods are clearly enemies of each other, real wars between gods rarely break out.
It's not that they don't want to eliminate their opponents once and for all, but they can't do it easily.
Each god will form an alliance based on his own camp, ideas, values, preferences, common goals or common enemies, thus forming an intricate network of relationships.
Take the twin sisters Shar and Su Lun for example, they have been fighting each other almost since the beginning of the world until now.
Later, Su Lun could no longer fight against Shar alone because she had lost too much power, but Shar could never defeat this sister of light.
Because the Goddess of Magic, the God of Love and Beauty, the Lord of Dawn who was replaced by the ancient Sun God, and the Moonlight Goddess of the Trinity of the Elven Goddesses are all her allies and are willing to provide her with shelter.
No matter how powerful Shar is, she cannot deal with so many powerful divine powers at the same time.
Therefore, for a god like the Goddess of Magic who is so vital to the entire country, every move she makes will trigger an unknown chain reaction.
Midnight was obviously aware of this, and he held his forehead and sighed slightly: "Alas - you are right, I really shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. Because my primary responsibility is to maintain the stability of the magic network and ensure the continuous innovation and development of magic. I am no longer the mortal who can do whatever I want."
"I'm glad you understand."
A hint of relief flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
He could feel that Midnight was much more mature now than at the beginning. He would no longer act on impulse or want to directly "disconnect" those evil spellcasters.
But the price is that his mortal nature is becoming less and less, completely breaking away from his former self.
"Of course I understand. Even if I didn't, Azuth and Kelemvor would force me to understand. Because this is the sacrifice you must make after becoming a god..."
As he said this, Midnight was visibly depressed, even frustrated.
"Have you completely broken up with the God of Death Kelemvor?"
Zuo Si grasped the key very keenly and immediately raised his head to look into the eyes of the magic goddess.
Because this is a landmark event.
From this moment on, the mortal midnight has completely disappeared, and in her place is the true third-generation magic goddess.
Maybe she would be herself influenced by the memories left by the second generation of magic goddess and start to become more and more dissolute, and like to entertain more and more to kill time.
Midnight nodded slightly: "Yes, we are completely separated.
Because Clemvor said that as the god of death, he cannot be affected by any emotional factors, otherwise he will not be able to maintain the order of death.
Furthermore, if we continue to maintain this close relationship, many other gods will think that we have formed an alliance and will take action to undermine the stability and balance of the divine world.
Most importantly, I could sense that as time went on as the Grim Reaper, he was becoming colder and more distant.
This is the effect of divinity and priesthood, and it cannot be reversed.
Maybe this is fate.”
"So you feel sad and upset about this?"
Zuo Si asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
"No. You may not believe it, but I was not as sad and upset as I expected. Instead, I felt an indescribable sense of relief. Because I knew that I was finally free and had broken free from the emotional shackles of my mortal period."
Midnight suddenly smiled, and the whole person gave people a radiant feeling.
Especially when she looked at Zuo Si, there was even a hint of charm in her eyes.
"What are you going to do next? Continue to follow your predecessor's example and maintain your relationship with Azuth, the god of mages, or..."
Zuo Si deliberately dragged out the word and did not say the second half of the sentence.
Midnight fiddled with a strand of long hair hanging from her ear and responded meaningfully: "To be honest, I'm not sure. But what is certain is that I no longer live an ascetic life like before. Because God is immortal, I have to find some fun in my eternal life, don't I?"
"That's true. I hope you can find a partner who can bring you happiness soon. No matter if he is a mortal or a god."
Zuo Si sincerely offered his blessings to the goddess of magic.
"hehe..."
Midnight raised the corners of his mouth and let out a meaningless laugh, then disappeared on the spot with an ambiguous look in his eyes.
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