After the team was assembled, Zuo Si directly used transformation magic to transform everyone into the appearance of dark elves, and then teleported them all to the Underdark Tunnel not far from Uster Nassa City.

Since there was a projection there, he was not worried about the safety of these guys. Instead, he turned his attention to the easternmost part of Faerûn, the Oblivion Desert formed after the destruction of the Imasca Empire.

According to the intelligence collected from all aspects, the ancient evil being summoned by the artificers and imprisoned in the crystal prison - "God Killer" Pandrium should be hidden somewhere deep in the yellow sand.<

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But Zuo Si was not in a hurry to start exploring in person. Instead, he first pretended to be someone who was interested in the ruins and magical knowledge of the ancient Imasca Empire, and hired several groups of adventurers in a city near the edge of the desert to go to the desert.

Go deep to explore suspicious places.

After all, now that he has already received the attention of the gods and many forces, he cannot just roll up his sleeves and do whatever he wants like before.

It will be easy for others to detect the intention, and then take corresponding interference and sabotage activities.

In particular, the gods of Mulhorand, who once destroyed the Imasca Empire, will never allow anyone to get close to an ancient evil that poses a huge threat to them.

Even the prophecy magic has been blocked, and no useful information can be obtained at all.

At this time, the ubiquitous and profit-seeking adventurers become the best targets to take advantage of.

By providing some tampered magic items as a reward in advance, Zuo Si can easily observe every desert they pass through through these adventurers.

As long as one of the teams discovers ruins or relevant clues, he will immediately notice it.

Obviously, it is not easy to find the Purple Emperor's Palace in the capital of the Imasca Empire.

But fortunately Zuo Si has enough patience.

Just as he was hiding in the dark and watching the adventurers he hired while performing his duties as the emperor of the West Coast Empire, a strong throbbing suddenly poured into the depths of his soul.

It was a call, prayer and sacrifice across dimensions.

Since becoming the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, Zuo Si has often been able to hear such voices vaguely.

However, because he himself is far less enthusiastic about establishing churches and spreading faith than other lords in the hell realm, most of the time he is too lazy to respond, let alone give him power.

Since they can't get any benefit from it, the more realistic devil worshipers will quickly give up on him and turn to pray to other big devils whose names they know.

Even those with perseverance will turn around and leave in disappointment after persisting for several weeks without getting any response.

As the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth floor becomes more and more famous in the universe, Zuo Si's name has spread to countless material planes.

It is normal for mortals to want to gain knowledge and power through prayer, summons, and sacrifice.

But the problem is that the person presiding over the summons and sacrifice this time is obviously no ordinary person. He is trying to force him into an unknown material world through some powerful force, and he is also suspected of using an artifact.

If there is no response, this state of restlessness and interference will continue until the magic ritual is stopped.

In desperation, we can only create a projection and let the opponent drag it away from Toril, crossing the long distance in space and moving closer to another world little by little.

He wanted to see if it was those guys who were so impatient that they were trying to summon him and what they wanted to get from him.

……

At the same time, in another main material world not far from the crystal wall where Toril is located, a group of female dark elves are surrounding a huge stone pillar, chanting crude spells loudly.

On the top of the stone pillar in front of them, there was a mysterious crystal that glowed with red blood.

It is by relying on this thing that I can gather enough power to summon terrifying lower plane creatures like demon lords.

The leading drow priestess looked solemn at the moment. Although she had not personally participated in the ceremony, she could already feel the deep evil aura emanating from the center of the circle.

Judging from the spider pattern she wears on her chest, she is a high-ranking priestess of the spider goddess Lolth, and can even be called a chosen one.

Like other gods in the elven pantheon, Lolth's faith is not limited to Toril, but is the main god of all dark elves throughout the universe.

"Mother Eklavdra, this summoning ceremony has been going on for a full four hours, but so far there has been no movement. Are you sure you didn't get the name or other details wrong?"

Another high-level drow priestess came over and questioned with a solemn expression.

You must know that under normal circumstances, even summoning a demon lord only takes ten minutes to half an hour at best.

The most important thing is that this kind of summoning consumes a lot of physical strength and energy of the participants.

At present, many female priests have reached the point where they can no longer hold on.

"Are you questioning the will of the goddess?"

The high-ranking priestess known as the Matron of Eklavdra turned around and stared at the other party with her glowing red eyes.

The latter quickly shook his head vigorously: "No, how dare I question the great and wise goddess, but this is too strange. Do we still have to continue the ceremony without getting a response?"

"Don't worry! He will show up soon. I can feel the strong evil aura filling the air."

There was a hint of impatience in Eklavdra's tone.

Because she is in a very nervous and anxious mood now.

After all, although this place is far away from the free city of Gray Eagle, such a noisy summoning ceremony can still easily attract the attention of "Eight Leaves".

Once someone like Mordenkainen or other powerful mages rush over to check the situation, all the hard work of preparation will be completely wasted.

Yes, this material world is the hometown of Mordenkainen, the place where the demon launched the most important turning point in the war that swept the entire universe.

Its name is Gray Eagle, also known as Os.

The former is named after the most important city "Grey Eagle", and the latter is the name of the entire planet.

Unlike Toril, which is guarded by the god Io, this main material plane does not have a so-called creator and god, and the battles and killings between the gods are also particularly unscrupulous.

Rose also took a fancy to this, so after careful consideration, she decided to choose the trading location here.

In order to keep it secret and avoid leaking any news, she did not choose to inform Zuo Si, but deliberately deceived her followers and asked the priests to gather their strength to directly summon Zuo Si's projection.

The advantage of this is that even if they are discovered, the mages of Eight Leaves and the gods of this world will only regard it as an act of summoning creatures from the lower planes, and will not pay much attention to it.

After all, Death God Naraku is the being that the Gray Eagle Gods are most afraid of right now, and the only one who can confront him is probably the Sun God Pelor.

But just like Murphy's Law says, the more a person is afraid of something and the more worried he is about something, the more likely it will happen.

When the dark elf priestesses were exhausted from the long summoning ceremony and their movements began to change, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from outside the cave.

Mistress Eklavdra's expression suddenly changed, and she shouted at the male warrior at the door and asked: "What's going on? What happened?"

Before the male warrior could open his mouth to speak, a fireball flew straight over from a distance, instantly releasing dazzling fire and explosions.

Boom!!!!!!

Although the skin of dark elves has strong magic resistance, the sudden fire severely damaged their unique eyes that have evolved to adapt to the dark environment.

Many people were temporarily blinded by the bright firelight, and the two unlucky ones closest to them covered their faces and screamed in pain.

Facts have proven that the most effective spell to deal with creatures that are accustomed to moving in the dark is always a sudden bright light.

As for the few unlucky ones who were within the scope of the fireball explosion, they were already exuding a strong aroma of barbecue.

Although he is not dead yet, judging from the extent of his burns, it is only a matter of time.

The most terrible thing is that after the fireball explosion, the heavily armed soldiers rushed in at the lead.

Following them was the mage organization from the free city of Gray Eagle - Eight Leaves.

Although under the leadership of Mordenkainen, the "Eight Leaves" have always maintained strict neutrality, balancing the forces of good and evil in the entire continent.

But they will never show mercy to dangerous creatures that summon lower planes within their sphere of influence.

Especially after the incident of Lady Fungus Zugmoy being imprisoned in the Temple of Evil Elements broke out, several archmages were even more vigilant about this.

"Damn it! We were interrupted at the most critical moment! We failed! Run! Don't get caught!"

After regaining her sight, Mother Eklavdra decisively issued the order to retreat.

She obviously knew that after such a long period of consumption, her men no longer had much combat effectiveness.

Rather than rushing forward and risking more casualties, it is better to hide first and try to make a comeback.

"No! These drow are going to run away! Stop them!"

An old mage with a gray beard noticed this and shouted an alarm at the top of his voice.

Afterwards, the chanting of mantras echoed in the middle of the cave.

Immediately afterwards, colorful arcane lights began to flash in the darkness, and a few seconds later a large number of spells were shot out from the fingertips of the mages.

The soldiers in front also charged and pursued under the cover of spells.

In this way, the two sides started a battle of chasing and escaping in the complex underground tunnels.

Because both sides were too focused, no one noticed the blood-red crystal placed on the top of the central stone pillar of the magic circle. The surface was densely covered with cracks like spider webs.

Finally it shattered with a snap.

Instantly!

The originally dimmed magic circle burst out into a dazzling pillar of fire, with silver lightning twining in the middle.

Between the pillar of fire and the electric light, a black figure can be vaguely seen.

After a long period of dragging, Zuo Si's projection finally successfully landed on this land he had never set foot on.

At this moment, the mages from Baye obviously no longer care about chasing the dark elves, but focus all their attention on the summoning circle.

Because the suffocating sense of oppression and the unintentional power exuded are enough to make any mage with sufficient knowledge of planes feel numb.
To be continued...