This terrifying creature has one main eye and eighteen stalk eyes. In addition to ordinary magic rays such as petrification, dissociation, death, hypnosis, charm, and immobilization, as well as the anti-magic force field provided by the main eye, it can also

Emits a special ability called "distortion ray".

This ability will directly invade the target's spiritual world.

If you don't have an extremely strong will, you will instantly fall into madness, and your soul will begin to twist, until it changes from the inside out to become a "servant of the twisted evil eye".

A "Lord of the Twisted Demonic Eye" can emit distortion rays up to six times within 24 hours. Depending on the target's strength and professional level, the abilities of the "Servant of the Twisted Demonic Eye" created are also different.
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If the opponent is a creature that is good at melee combat, then the "Servant of the Twisted Eye" will take on a form that is better at melee combat;

If you are a spellcaster, you will retain some of your best magic in the form of spell-like abilities.

The "Lord of the Twisted Demonic Eye" can create unlimited "Servants of the Twisted Demonic Eye", but can only establish contact with up to six and achieve 100% absolute control.

Once this number is exceeded, a "Servant of the Twisted Eye" will randomly leave and attack any creature it encounters like crazy.

The "Lord of the Twisted Demonic Eye" can understand any language you speak and completely obey every command given until he is killed or the summons is actively cancelled.

However, the "Servant of the Twisted Demonic Eye" cannot communicate directly and can only control indirectly through the former]

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[To use this card, you need to pay 25 blue mana points and 20 black mana points, or 45 general mana points]

[When the summoned "Lord of the Twisted Demonic Eye" is killed, the remaining "Servants of the Twisted Demonic Eye" will fall into madness and even kill each other. When the last one dies, the card will automatically enter the graveyard to wait for rebirth. Time

For sixty days]

"It turns out that the number is extremely rare and the target of distortion has to pass consciousness identification. For the time being, the harm should not be great. However, this also reminded me that I must pay close attention to the progress of this war."

Zuo Si looked at the detailed instructions on the card and touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

He suddenly began to realize that the war between the Will of the Abyss and the Eldrazi Titans was spreading much faster than expected.

Especially if the two sides devour each other, learn each other's strengths and then continue to evolve, this will give rise to more powerful demon types to a certain extent.

Even the Great Mistress of Beholders created new beholders based on this, so naturally there are demons blessed by the will of the abyss, not to mention.

The only good thing is that the two sides are now fighting inextricably, and most of the main forces are concentrated in the third realm, so that the demon lords have no time to carry out their previous evil plans of invading various main material planes.

"You...who are you?"

Mansung's last clone suddenly came back to consciousness from his dizzy state, and immediately asked with a wary face.

It is not difficult to see from those slightly doubtful eyes that there seems to be a big problem with his memory, so much so that he cannot even recognize the enemy who killed him.

But it’s no wonder.

Originally, less than one-tenth of the soul that passed through the plane passage at the moment of death was broken into countless small parts and poured into hundreds of clones.

It’s a miracle that after we are reunited, we can still remember who we are and not go crazy.

"Why, don't you remember me? I'm one of your best friends."

Zuo Si put away the cards, tapped the [Mansong's Skull] hanging on his belt, then took out a robe with a smile and put it on the clone's naked body.

Yes!

You read that right!

Manson's clones were all naked and had been fighting with each other for a long time.

"Friend... friend..."

The clone's eyes showed deep confusion, as if he wanted to search his memory for everything about the young man in front of him, but the result was blank.

And I don’t know why, but I always feel an inexplicable feeling of familiarity and closeness when I see that black skull.

Just when he was about to ask a few questions, Fuzoul Chamberry finally rushed over and asked in a hurried tone: "Where is that scary and weird beholder and its creation just now?"

"I have properly dealt with it. Now, you should pay more attention to this former friend. His mental condition seems a bit bad, and he seems to not remember many things." Zuo Si hinted meaningfully.
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Instantly!

Only then did Fuzoul Chamberry remember that there was a clone of Manson beside him, and he immediately pretended to be concerned and asked: "My dear friend, how do you feel now? Do you need me to treat you?"

"Uh - are you my friend too?"

The Manson clone was obviously confused by this enthusiastic attitude, and quickly asked in an uncertain tone.

"The great Bane is here!

You don’t even remember me?

We have been friends since we were very young!

And including Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, it was only under our joint leadership that they became what they are today!"

Fuzoul Chamberry held the right hand of the Manson clone tightly, his eyes full of "true feelings".

Of course, this is not actually a lie.

Because he had really formed a secret alliance with Manson a long time ago, and got rid of the conflicting lords within Zhentil Castle at that time. One controlled the secular power, and the other controlled the religious power, which made the city survive.

and an important fulcrum for expansion.

"Sorry, I...I really don't remember anything."

Mansong's clone covered his face and showed pain.

Taking advantage of the moment when his attention was diverted, Zuo Si quietly injected some spiritual essence into the broken soul.

After a while, the poor guy fell asleep in a trance.

With quick hands and quick eyes, Fuzoul Chamberry held him in his arms, grinned and asked: "What do you think is the chance that I can train this clone of Manson into a loyal subordinate?"
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"About half and half.

You have to understand that he has inherited part of Manson's soul after all, so he will be very talented in planning conspiracies.

My suggestion is that you'd better keep it a secret, in case this guy will secretly plan a revenge against you after learning the truth in the future.

In addition, the ectoplasm I just injected will replenish the entire soul within the next three days.

His character will undergo some unpredictable changes by then.

At this time, the more you care about him and take good care of him, the closer he will be to you in his mind.

So go for it, I look forward to seeing you grow this clone into another completely different Manzon."

After saying this, Zuo Si's eyes suddenly flashed with an imperceptible hint of amusement, and then he activated the teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

As for Fuzor Chambery, after continuously searching several clone hiding places and confirming that nothing had slipped through the net, he returned to his residence in Zhentil Castle, intending to play a "good friend" game.

But this guy didn't notice at all. There seemed to be something wrong with the comatose Mansonk clone, and he would always subconsciously grab his hand and hug his waist...

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

At the moment, he was standing on the ruins-like streets of Zhentil Castle, staring dumbfoundedly at the succubus Loli kneeling in front of him with a woman whose body was stained red with blood.

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Moreover, this woman has vaguely established a weak faith connection with herself.

"?????????"

What the hell is this?

Zuo Si was a little confused.

Although after becoming the lord of the ninth level of hell and possessing a unique form of great devil, he can essentially be classified as a quasi-divine power, able to accept the faith and worship of mortals, and bestow corresponding divine arts and magic.

Strength.

But the problem is that Zuo Si doesn't remember that he spread his faith in Faerûn at all, and he has no plans or plans in this regard. He just did a small test with Atona.

But now, the number of his followers has actually increased from one to two.

"Great Lord of Truth, I am a ignorant, stupid lost lamb, eager to get your wise guidance."

Selul knelt on the ground and made a bow, then raised his head and stared at the "great existence" standing in front of him with hopeful eyes.

As a paladin who once worshiped Tyr, the god of justice, she knew very well that creatures that could establish a stable connection with mortals were either gods or some kind of powerful god-like power.

So the petite and cute loli next to her didn’t lie.

She might really be able to get an answer that would free her from confusion and pain.

"Atona, what did you do to her?"

Zuo Si turned his head and stared at the little succubus in human form, and asked in an uncertain tone.

"I didn't do anything, I just couldn't bear to see this paladin sister suffer tremendous mental torture, so I gave her some help and advice that I could."

Atona explained with an innocent expression on her face as always.

Due to the connection of faith, it is easy to judge that the succubus loli is not lying, she really wants to help the other party...
To be continued...