In short, as the darling of nature, each beast king must have its own unique additional abilities.

This ability is often closely related to the characteristics of its beast form.

Even though the poor mage had blessed himself with protective spells such as mage armor, stone skin, and fire shield, he still seemed vulnerable to Atio.

The swords and spears used by several warriors to stab it, without exception, seemed to hit an iron wall, not even piercing the skin, but barely scraping off a few hairs.

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"Roar!!!!!!!"

The white bear cub expanded its size to more than four meters, stood up and waved its paws covered in blood, and slapped to death a thief who was trying to launch a sneak attack from behind. It looked majestic and majestic.

Whether it was Sarevok's cronies or the officers and soldiers loyal to the Baldur's Gate government, they were all frightened and retreated, not daring to confront him.

What a joke!

In the previous battle, they had tried all the weapons they could find, including heavy machinery such as ballistae.

But what’s the result?

This bear didn't even shed a drop of blood, but more than fifty people died at its hands.

Facing this kind of terrifying monster with no chance of winning, anyone who is not a fool will not rush forward to die without the support of magical power.

Suddenly, Atio was in a confrontation with these soldiers.

On the other side, Jasila witnessed the beast king's powerful killing spree and successfully frightened the enemy. With the help of her husband who came over, she struggled to get up from the ground and said with rapid breathing: "It seems that Sancho is right. This kind of

In this state, Aberdare doesn't recognize who we are at all, and is more like a beast driven by the urge to kill."

"You...what do you think we should do now?"

Khalid asked stammering.

Due to his introverted personality and poor rhetoric, he was originally a bit indecisive and basically listened to his wife in everything.

Now that I am encountering such a complicated and difficult situation, I am obviously a little panicked.

Jasila shook her head bitterly: "I don't know! The current situation is obviously far beyond what mortals can understand. The only thing we can do is not to let anyone disturb Aberdare and let him face it alone.

To your own destiny."

While the couple was talking, a scream suddenly came from a distance.

I saw Thrall, the Zhentarim spy, with an arrow stuck in his chest. Dark red blood slowly flowed out from the wound, and he fell to the ground with his face filled with unwillingness.

Although he tried his best to take out the healing potion, the severe pain from his heart and his increasingly weak hands ultimately failed to bring the potion bottle to his mouth.

Montaro wanted to rush over to help several times, but before he could run a few steps, he was shot from behind by a powerful crossbow. His short body was stunned by the huge inertia, and his feet flew off the ground, and then bang

He fell headfirst to the ground with a loud sound.

It is still unknown whether he is dead or not.

But what is certain is that it is unlikely that he will stand up again in a short time.

There is no doubt that the failure of two teammates in succession put great pressure on Sancho, who is a mage.

He didn't even hesitate, quickly drank a bottle of invisibility potion and disappeared, then quickly moved to Jasila and Khalid, and urged at a very fast speed: "Don't stand there stupidly! Go there!"

Run over there to the white bear! Only it can intimidate these enemies and soldiers!"

"Where's Imoen?"

Gasila asked subconsciously.

"Imoen took advantage of the previous chaos and entered a stealth state. Don't worry, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to expose herself, it should be difficult to find."

Having said that, Sancho quickly completed his preparations and released a spell-based [Hidden Mist Technique].

In the blink of an eye, the thick white fog quickly spread around him, blocking everyone's sight.

The three of them took advantage of the cover of the heavy fog and quickly headed in the direction of Atio.

Because of the druid Jasira, they don't need to worry about getting lost in the fog.

On the other side, the battle between Aberdare and Sarevok has also completely entered a fever pitch.

As the number of casualties on the battlefield increased, their killer forms became more ferocious and terrifying, exuding an aura that could not be described in words.

Obviously, the power in Sarevok's plan that should have been exclusively his own was obviously divided up by the other three sons of Baal.

Among them, Aberdare in front of me is undoubtedly the one who absorbs the most.

You don’t need to ask about the remaining two, they are naturally Sancho and Imo.

You must know that the sons of Baal kill and devour each other. It is not that after one of them kills the other, he can take away all his divine power and divinity.

Quite the opposite!

Excluding artificial sons of Baal such as Irenikas who were forcibly captured through magical power, ordinary sons of Baal seize divine power and divinity not from subjective consciousness, but from a passive acceptance.

When a son of Baal is killed, his divine power and divinity will automatically flow to the nearest son of Baal.

If there is only one son of Baal nearby, then this son of Baal will get everything.

But if there are multiple Sons of Baal, then divine power and divinity will be distributed among them all.

It is through this rule that the God of Murder continues to gather the divinity and power that he originally dispersed, and finally achieves his goal of returning from the star realm.

This also means that as long as they survive long enough, even if they do nothing but hide, the remaining Sons of Baal will possess unimaginable terrifying power.

This is why in the final stage of the chicken-eating contest, the "Five Descendants" will hunt down all brothers and sisters indiscriminately, even if they are ordinary people who have not awakened.

Only by killing all the sons of Baal can the newly enthroned God of Murder truly eliminate future troubles.

"Dear brother!

I admit that your growth rate is far beyond my understanding!

I also admit that you are qualified to be my enemy now!

But there is only one throne left by my father.

Only I, and only I, am qualified to sit on it."

Sarevok took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the two-handed giant sword that fell on the ground.

With the long-term attachment of divine power, this weapon is no longer an ordinary object and contains power comparable to that of a divine weapon.

Now, he will show his trump card and use this sword to kill the enemy and win the final victory.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!"

Aberdare obviously didn't have any sanity, he just let out a harsh roar like a wild beast, then jumped up and pounced on him at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, you are really impatient, you can't wait to die."

Sarevok chuckled and taunted, then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly activated the special ability he had learned - Death Raid.

Accompanied by a dazzling red light flashing through the air.

Poof!!!

A dazzling column of blood suddenly spurted out from Aberdare's chest, forming a beautiful yet strange blood flower.

He didn't even understand what was happening. He felt that his body was losing strength, and the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. Finally, he fell to the ground with a plop, looking as if he was dead.<

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Moreover, the killer's form also began to retreat rapidly, turning into his original human form.

"Now, can you feel the gap between us?"

Sarevok gently waved the sword blade stained with red blood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a proud expression.

"Cough cough cough cough cough——"

Aberdare, who had regained his self-awareness and rationality, coughed violently and spurted a large amount of blood from his nose and mouth. He struggled to raise his head and asked: "You...what did you just do?"

"Through my father's divine power, I came into contact with the power of the priesthood of killing and death in the Throne of Blood!

I believe that as someone who grew up in Candlekeep, you should have heard that certain gods in charge of death can use some unique extraordinary power to instantly kill mortals who dare to offend them, right?

My Death Raid simulates this extraordinary divine power to a certain extent.

It's a pity that I can't kill mortal objects instantly. I can only ignore all defenses and inflict heavy damage from the power of death to the target.

Sorry, I won this battle of fate.

I will inherit my father's throne and become the new God of Slaughter.

As for you, you should be my nourishment on the road to becoming a god."

After saying these words, Sarevok walked straight to Aberdare with his sword in hand, intending to completely settle this feud that was destined to last forever.

But just when he raised his sword high and planned to chop off his brother's head, a red light suddenly flashed in Aberdare's eyes.

The moment the sword blade fell, the latter disappeared directly from the place.

Before Sarevok could react, a sharp pain came from his chest.

I saw a sharp claw inserted from the back and out of the chest, with a beating heart pinched in the middle of the claw.
To be continued...