After all, the ninth level of hell ruled by Soth has actually become the main force on the front line of the bloody battle.

The legion led by Zariel can kill the demonic army to pieces in almost every battle, and then use their corpses to create more cannon fodder and war weapons.

This makes many lords feel nervous and threatened."

"Hahahaha! So the Abyss is on our side this time?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Cyric grinned and let out an almost maniacal laugh.

"Don't be careless. You have to understand that Soth has many allies, and the Lord of Hell, Asmodeus, and many great devils will fully support him unconditionally."

Shar couldn't help but remind this mentally unstable guy.

After all, from the birth of the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located to the present, there is only one weirdo who dares to challenge the absolute authority of the god Io.

"Don't worry, I know what to do. And besides Soth, the two bitches Midnight and Kelanvor must also pay the price."

When he said these words, Cyric's face showed an extremely ferocious, twisted and crazy expression.

The goddess of the night saw this but didn't say anything. Instead, she showed a meaningful smile, quickly waved the black gauze like a curtain and disappeared.

As soon as Shar left, the other gods and demon lords also chose to leave this demiplane and return to their own territory to make final preparations.

You must know that many of them are enemies in the first place, so there is no trust at all. They just get together to deal with the common enemy.

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At the same time, in another time and space controlled by the mastermind and the mind flayer, Zuo Si had just completed an all-round search of the captive Magrim from his memory to his soul, and obtained a list of possible enemies.

Looking at the memory fragments projected with psychic powers in front of him, he touched his chin and joked with interest: "Interesting. I can't believe that I have unknowingly made so many enemies. What's even more incredible is that Shar actually made them

Almost everyone who survived was found and formed an alliance."

"There is nothing you can do about it. After all, when you form an alliance with a god and cooperate deeply, you will inevitably offend his or her enemies. The more allies you have, the more enemies you will naturally have."

The mastermind calmly expressed his opinion.

At this moment, she has already completed the transformation from mortal to extraordinary by devouring a large number of mind flayers' brains, and has become an existence like Ilshensiin, the mind flayer god.

Not only does it rule hundreds of worlds, but the number of Mind Flayer believers under its command has reached hundreds of billions, and it raises and enslaves countless intelligent non-human creatures.

There are even high-tech psychic training chambers similar to those in The Matrix, which transmit the consciousness of intelligent creatures to the virtual world, and inject nutrients into the body at the minimum standard for survival.

Anyway, all the mind flayer needs is a smart brain, and the body only needs to be maintained in a state that can provide sufficient nutrition to the brain.

It doesn't matter at all whether the limbs and muscles will atrophy or even degenerate.

To a certain extent, living in a world ruled by a mastermind is ten thousand times more terrifying and despairing than a world of ancient gods or a world similar to the Cthulhu Mythos.

Because these intelligent creatures are born and die meticulously according to standard procedures, just like broilers and pigs in large-scale mechanized farms.

Not even as good as broiler chickens and pigs. At least they have seen what the real world is like.

But these guys who were artificially inseminated and then stuffed into the cultivation chamber stayed in the huge virtual world built by the master brain throughout their lives.

Only when you are eaten as food can you have the opportunity to step out of the incubator and take a look at the horrifying real world and the mind flayer who is about to eat your brain.

Just imagine, when you think you live in a peaceful and prosperous world all your life, but suddenly wake up and see an octopus head waving sticky tentacles to undo his heavenly spirit cap, that kind of terrifying sight

What a huge psychological impact will it cause?

Perhaps the only good thing is that this fear will not last long. Death will come quickly after the brain is devoured, and you will basically not be able to feel much pain, nor can you savor the nightmarish despair.

However, the fate of these mind flayers, who were also raised as broiler chickens and pigs, was not much better.

Basically, as long as the growth of psychic powers reaches the standard, they will be immediately ordered to commit suicide in the brain pool and donate their brains.

Through almost brutal expansion and accumulation of psychic power, the mastermind Isadora has become almost the most powerful god-like power and planeswalker in Zuo Si's camp.

With her current ability, she can invade and control tens of billions or hundreds of billions of intelligent creatures on a planet in an instant.

Right now, she used her own powerful power to create a clone made entirely of psychic energy. It looked no different from Isadora herself, and even felt exactly the same to the touch.

The most important thing is that the mastermind is different from those minions made into cards. She is not only a planeswalker who has obtained the spark, but also an ally with a relatively equal status rather than a slave.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked the hair and cheek of the clone, and asked in a slightly playful tone: "Then are you ready to take on this challenge with me and show all the enemies a little color?"

"Of course! I'm willing to do anything for you."

The mastermind Isadora stepped forward, stood on tiptoes, and offered a passionate kiss.

When the two people's lips touched, their spirits, consciousness and souls instantly blended together, resulting in indescribable excitement, joy and happiness.

This feeling completely surpasses the stimulation that physical collision can bring, making people unable to extricate themselves from it.

After several minutes, when the boiling spiritual world gradually returned to calm, the mastermind, Isadora, parted her lips with unfinished content. Her face was filled with a smile of happiness and satisfaction, and her eyes revealed deep attachment.

There is no doubt that the twisted and morbid love that was separated from the main body is still playing a role in her body. There is no sign of relief at all, but it has become more serious.

"In that case, then start sending your army of mind flayers into the northern land of Faerûn. I want to see how much trouble these gods and demon lords can cause."

After saying that, Zuo Si stretched out his hand to hold the other person's chin, and gently kissed the cheek on the right side near the earlobe. Then he activated the power of the planeswalker's spark and disappeared, leaving only the mastermind who was flushed and trembling with excitement.

Isadora stood there until half an hour later when a high-level Soul Eater walked in from the outside and returned to normal.

This is a super mind flayer that is taller and stronger than ordinary mind flayers, over two meters tall and has six tentacles instead of four. It is also called a mind flayer.

"Great Supreme Mastermind, what should I do with this prisoner?"

The Soul Eater asked, pointing at Magorim who looked like he was about to be beaten up not far away.

"Go to the pond and pick the strongest and smartest tadpole and stuff it into his brain. I will transform him into a powerful master and then send him back to Faerûn."

The mastermind Isadora gave the order directly through telepathy.

"As you wish!"

The Soul Eater put one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, then walked to the edge of the huge brain pool, caught a tadpole from it that was visibly stronger than the others of its kind, and then walked straight towards Magrim.

Although this cultist has not fully recovered from the impact and baptism of powerful psychic powers, he quickly realized the tragic fate he was about to face when he saw the tadpole, and immediately began to struggle like crazy.

"No!!!! Don't come here! Keep that damn thing away from me!"

"Relax, this is a favor given to you by the great Supreme Master. Accept it obediently, and soon you will become one of us."

The Soul Eater stretched out his hand to hold the opponent down, and then stuffed the tadpoles from his ears.

Normally, tadpoles are stuffed through the eyes, and then quickly enter the brain to eat the most nutritious gray matter.

But this super tadpole is obviously too big to get through the gap in the optic nerve, so it can only enter through the ears.

But it doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

With the pitiful cry echoing around, the tadpole directly dug a hole deep in the ear and entered the skull cavity to begin its irreversible transformation.

After up to an hour, Magrim will completely disappear from this world from body to soul, and even the wish spell cannot revive him.

After a day, various mind flayer characteristics will begin to appear.

As a powerful mage, Magorim knew exactly what he was going through. First he shook his head crazily in an attempt to throw the tadpoles out, and then he tried to commit suicide.

After all, after committing suicide, at least the soul can be preserved.

Unfortunately, all these attempts have failed.

When the time came to forty minutes, he had completely stopped struggling and stood there with dull eyes, and the color of his pupils quickly changed from black to lavender.

When the Soul Eater saw this scene, he immediately nodded with satisfaction, turned around and reported to Hui: "The transformation is very smooth. The tadpole has just swallowed the main part of the brain and is merging with the lower brainstem."

"Very good. Now go gather the fleet. It won't be long before we start a war."

The mastermind Isadora quickly used her psychic powers to project dense dots of light in front of her, each one representing a psychic battleship that could be recruited.

Some of them are traditional biological shell ships, while others are new warships that are close to the shape of science fiction space battleships, but the core is still driven by psychic powers.

After all, Toril is a typical magical world. If ordinary technological creations are pulled over, there is a high probability that they will cause problems or simply go on strike.

This means that powerful weapons such as the Queen of Glory battleships and cyclone torpedoes in the Warhammer world can only stay behind and watch the show.

But the mind flayer's psychic battleship is different. This thing is a standard magical creation.

Not only can it fly within the planet's atmosphere, but it can also travel to outer space and even teleport across dimensions.

Soon, thousands of psychic warships were assembled and ready to go at the command of the mastermind Isadora, ready to enter the battlefield at any time to launch a devastating blow to the enemy.

The Goddess of Night Shar and those gods and demon lords obviously don't know that the seemingly powerful army and mage group of the West Coast Empire are actually just the power that Zuo Si deliberately puts on the surface so that everyone can see it.

The cards are never revealed to any enemy.

As someone who is good at intrigues and intrigues and is always making various preparations and plans, he is very aware of the importance of maintaining information asymmetry.

Why does Batman always play an unexpectedly important role in the DC universe no matter how powerful he fights against?

The root cause is not that Bruce Wayne took information asymmetry to the extreme.

He is always collecting intelligence and everything that may be useful. Even teammates like Superman and Wonder Woman who fight side by side don't know what this old bat is thinking or doing, and the enemy is naturally even less clueless.

Thus we know.

But before showing a few trump cards, Zuo Si planned to muddy the waters in the Northland.

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To be continued...