It was precisely because of the Three Gods of Death's predatory and extremely blasphemous behavior towards life that they were put in such an embarrassing situation on the vast continent of Faerun.
Although he bears the title of god, he is actually notorious and full of evil. Any sane person would be terrified and try to avoid him upon hearing his name.
Because of this, the chosen ones of the Three Gods of Death - those who serve as the spokespersons of the Three Gods of Death in the mortal world - are also ruthlessly hated and hostile by the world.
Who could have expected that the disgusting mind flayer matrix was so inextricably linked to the evil god of the dead, Melkor.
You know, the three gods of death have always been closely united. If the Mother of the Mind Flayers is colluding with Melkor, then there is no doubt that it must have an inseparable connection with the other two gods.
This really proves the old saying.
If you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door.
The most filthy and disgusting forces in the world have come together by accident.
Well... the only thing missing is the Abyss Demon.
But those guys have never had any brains, their minds are only focused on fighting and devouring.
"I understand, Lord Supreme True God. I will take my leave now."
Catheric nodded respectfully, then turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the distant sky.
It is true that he is the chosen one of Melkor.
But his strength is not as strong as that of the Mind Flayer mother.
Given the imbalance in strength between the two sides, he should show more respect to the Mind Flayer Mother.
Looking at Catheric's departing back, the Mind Flayer snorted disdainfully.
"He's just a thief who achieved immortality by stealing other people's abilities, yet he's grown to this point..."
"Interesting."
As a mind flayer who can see into other people's hearts, the Supreme God can naturally know what Catheric is thinking.
Although Catheric's heart is protected by the power of Melkor, who is he? The mother of the mind flayers!
Through his divine power, he could also vaguely feel the general situation.
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Sword Coast region, Baldur's Gate.
The first level of Baldur's Gate, the Dragon Pass Fortress.
At this moment, Gortash, the chosen one of Bane, the god of strife and tyranny, was sitting on the spacious and magnificent seat in the fortress hall.
A virtuous woman dressed in black and white painter's clothes is concentrating on copying his portrait.
The entire hall was silent, with only the subtle sound of the woman's paintbrush gently touching the canvas.
However, in this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, a sense of unease quietly spread.
"I'm waiting... I've been waiting for too long!"
The woman who had been concentrating on painting suddenly broke the silence, her voice revealing an uncontrollable anxiety.
At the same time, her facial expression gradually distorted, and her originally gentle face was instantly replaced by irritability.
What was even more shocking was that the paintbrush in her hand had unknowingly transformed into an extremely sharp dagger.
"I'm done!"
With a roar of anger, the carefully sewn clothes on the woman's body began to slide off as if they had lost their support.
Then, her skin peeled off layer by layer, revealing her body that was as pale as a corpse, which was chilling.
Her eyes were also completely pale white, and her body was covered with blue veins.
Facing the woman who was pressing him step by step, Gotash still sat calmly, as if he was oblivious to everything that was happening before his eyes.
His eyes remained calm, as if he had already seen through the woman's thoughts and actions.
"Okay, Orin, we need patience."
Gotash stretched his muscles, not paying any attention to the two daggers that were approaching his neck.
"Katheric's army still needs time to assemble and deploy. The cunning Supreme God has just taken refuge in Baldur's Gate, so he will need some time to deploy."
"Besides, your Murder Temple is still under construction, and my position as Governor of Feilong Pass is not yet completely secure."
"Acting impulsively at this moment will only undo all our previous efforts."
Gotash spoke slowly, his tone calm as water, yet full of unquestionable majesty.
Upon hearing this, Olin snorted coldly and could only retract the dagger in his hand.
She knew this truth very well, but she had always been keen on killing, and she hadn't skinned anyone for several days.
She really is itching to do it!
"Let's go to the sewers. I have prepared a little gift for you at the entrance of the Temple of Murder."
The gift that Gotash mentioned naturally refers to a living person.
"Flying Dragon Pass Fortress has recently taken in a group of refugees, including some tieflings. I believe you will like them."
Gotash didn't say it explicitly, but Olin understood the meaning.
She only raised a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth and said:
"Don't worry, I will let them know how powerful Scarlet Olin is!"
After saying that, she licked her lips and walked towards the door with anticipation on her face.
Just as she was walking towards the door, a soldier ran in hurriedly with a letter.
"Oh no, Lord Gotash, urgent news from the front!"
"Emergency? What happened?"
Gotash quickly picked up the letter and found that there were traces of a large number of undead near the Sword Coast.
The patrol wrote a letter to Baldur's Gate requesting reinforcements.
"Undead? Catheric...?"
As the smartest among the three, Gotash naturally smelled something unusual.
"Go! Notify the Red Iron Fist Mercenary Group and have them prepare for support. You, deliver this letter to the inner city and tell them it's my order!"
"yes!"
After there was no one else in the hall, Gotash said to Olin who remained there:
"For some reason, it seems Catherick has taken some action. Although I don't know why, I still want to do my best to help him."
When Olin heard Catheric's name, he curled his lips in disdain.
"That loser, it was so troublesome to make him create the undead. What's going on now? Has he come to terms with it? Or does he want to die?"
Olin's tone was very rude. She had no interest in a heavily armored warrior like Catheric.
"Okay, we're all one, so don't say things that are detrimental to unity."
After Gotash waved his hand, indicating that Olin could leave, he sat in a chair and thought quietly.
"It looks like something big is about to happen, and I have to be prepared."
Bane, the most intelligent of the three gods of death.
His chosen ones must naturally possess a certain level of wisdom.
And Gotash's wisdom told him that there was definitely a secret behind this matter.
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