As Shar's plot to release the nightmare snake Dendel to destroy the world was exposed, it was inevitable that there would be another period of turmoil among the gods of Toril.
Although many gods know that the goddess of night is either plotting something secretly or on the way to causing trouble, she will never stop for a moment, and will never give up no matter how many times she fails.
But playing "Explosive Star" directly opened their eyes, and each one strongly criticized and condemned it in the meeting of the gods.
Tyr, the god of justice, who is often elected as the arbiter, even thinks that he should unite the power of all gods to seal Shar for at least a thousand years to punish him for his crazy intention to destroy the world.
But in the end, the matter was dropped due to insufficient evidence.
After all, as long as the goddess of the night bites her to death and refuses to admit it, the other gods will not be able to get any substantive evidence, and without evidence, they cannot judge her crime.
Tyr is quite persistent in adhering to procedural justice.
In many cases, he would even defend his enemies out of his "righteous speaking" nature, such as the three former gods of death, and Cyric, the Prince of Lies.
Otherwise, other gods would not give him such great trust, and have given him the power of judgment and law enforcement several times.
Of course, as the most just god in Faerûn, Tyr also paid a heavy price for this, losing an arm and an eye.
Among them, the right hand was because the gods had restrained and imprisoned the Chaos Demon Dog Kezifu to set a trap, and he put his hand into Kezifu's mouth as a guarantee.
But in the end, those gods betrayed their faith and did not abide by their agreement, so this ancient evil creature bit off Tyr's right hand in retaliation, and devoured all the divine blood, divinity and power.
No one knows whether the right hand could not be recovered because it was devoured by the Chaos Dog Demon, or whether Tyr himself felt pain and shame for failing to keep his promise, so he voluntarily gave up the devoured right hand.
Anyway, since then he has been appearing as a disabled person with one arm.
As for the eyes, they were blinded by Io, the god of gods in the Year of Turmoil.
The reason is that as the god of justice, Tyr failed to fulfill his duties, allowing thieves to steal the important stone of destiny, and also allowed the gods to fight each other more and more fiercely.
Since then, Tyr has been playing the role of judge in the Council of Gods.
So even though his proposal failed in the end due to insufficient evidence, it made Shar disgraced and made it impossible for the whole conspiracy to continue. He could only give up his belief in the Chult Jungle in accordance with the ancient agreement and make it public.
The two gods he killed and replaced around the time of the Troubles.
Similarly, this exposure has made many gods very vigilant and wary of the goddess of the night, and they will not be able to make any big moves in a short period of time.
At this moment, Shar is sitting on the black throne in his own country, staring at the image displayed in the gray smoke with cannibalistic eyes.
And this image is no other place, it is the Mage Tower located in the old city of Ascatla.
Zuo Si himself obviously noticed something strange. He stood alone on the semi-enclosed rooftop outside the top of the tower, waving to the evil, deep, and dark power of the Goddess of Night with a smile on his face. There was no trace of any nervousness or emotion at all.
Confused.
Since the mage tower has been strengthened in various ways from the inside out, even powerful divine power cannot see through what is hidden in the tower.
The only thing the gods know is that he hides countless secrets and a portal connecting other planes in his mage tower.
After a full minute, Shar crushed the armrest of the throne with a click and said in a tone full of hatred and viciousness: "Very good!
Very good!
I really can’t believe that I didn’t take the initiative to cause trouble for you, but you actually took the initiative to cause trouble for me.
Not only did it ruin my plan in the Chult jungle, but it also pushed me to the opposite side of the gods."
Obviously, the Goddess of Night already knows who is the real mastermind behind this matter.
After all, she and Su Lun have been fighting each other since the beginning. She knows that even if the truth is discovered with the other's way of thinking and skills, it is absolutely impossible to think of directly convening a council of gods to make the matter public, and then uniting all the gods to launch an attack. What's more, she and Zuo Si had a brief air fight in the Chult Jungle.
What Shar didn't expect was that he had already hidden himself so deeply, and it was normally impossible for him to be recognized through the creature with the face of Ai Shouduo.
Until now, she still can't figure out what Zuo Si based his judgment on.
You must know that even the dinosaur god Utao knows nothing about this.
If possible, the Goddess of Night would very much like to send down an incarnation to talk to the young man standing on the semi-enclosed rooftop at the top of the mage tower.
But unfortunately, this is simply not possible now.
Not to mention that she was currently being stared at by several powerful and medium powers, Zuo Si's growth rate alone far exceeded her expectations.
Whether it's the identity of the big devil, the large number of divine allies standing behind him, or the elusive ability of the planeswalker, Shar is very afraid.
What's more, today's Faerûn is no longer like before, where you can dispatch avatars at will.
One of the most important reasons why the god Io knocked the gods down from the mortal world in the Year of Turmoil was that they felt that they interfered too much in mortal affairs.
Therefore, after the turmoil ended, all gods tried to reduce the number of incarnations as much as possible.
Even if they descend into incarnations, they will probably hide their identities and guide them in the way of wise men and sages, instead of rudely asking believers to obey their orders.
"Great goddess, do you need me to summon a hunting team composed of elects to give him some color?" A dark angel knelt on one knee and asked cautiously.
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As a creation of the Goddess of Night, she can obviously feel her master's anger, annoyance and unhappiness.
But Shar shook her head gently: "No, no need.
Even an assassination squad composed of voters can hardly pose much of a threat to Soth now.
We must find another way to make him pay for what he did.
By the way, how are the preparations in Yinhun City?
How long until they can return to Faerûn?"
"As far as I know, Telamant Tanshur and his sons have been secretly observing and collecting intelligence.
If nothing else happens, it is estimated that after the turmoil caused by the Sons of Baal ends, the inter-dimensional teleportation will begin.
Since they have been away from the material plane for too long, they appear to be very cautious.
At the same time, Telamant Tanshur also appointed Hajhorna as his deputy to carry out systematic data collection and evaluation of various countries, city-states and forces in Faerûn."
The Dark Angel told all the information he had at once.
Because the power struggle within the City of Shade is very complicated, there are both arcane masters who adhere to the original Netherese traditions, and priests and believers who later joined the Church of the Goddess of Night, so they are not completely controlled by Shar.
To be precise, the relationship between the two parties is more like cooperation or mutual utilization, rather than a very obvious subordinateship.
"What is Revalan Tansur doing?"
Shaer touched her chin and asked meaningfully.
This is the top leader and elector of her church in Ghost City, and he is also the eldest son of the city lord Telamant Tanshur.
Whenever it is necessary to use the power of the City of Shadows to accomplish something, Revalan will become the perfect sounding board.
"Revalan is constantly spreading the prophecy you gave to the people, and making all the residents of Shade City believe that their mission is to return to the material world and restore the glory of Netheril civilization with their own hands." The Dark Angel said without thinking.
replied.
"In that case, then go and inform him to speed up the progress. I want to see the City of Shadows appear in the sky of the Eno Oak Desert as soon as possible."
When saying these words, Shar's eyes flashed with a chilling black light.
Dark Angel seemed to realize something, raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone: "Are you going to use the power of Ghost City to destroy Soth's plan to annex Northland?"
Shar sneered and asked: "Why not?
Don’t forget, the ruins of the original Netheril are the Onorok Desert, and the place next to it is the Northland.
The most important thing is that it is not convenient for me to attack Soth himself, so it is also a good choice to attack the country and power he created.
However, the strength of Yinhun City alone is not enough.
Take this ancient map with you to find Prim's Mire Heart.
To deal with a guy like Soth, you need at least a level of power like a god, a god, or a primal."
"I understand. I'll arrange for someone immediately."
The Dark Angel took the map with respectful hands, with an expression of awe on his face.
Having lived for countless thousands of years, she knew very well that Prim was one of the Seven Lost Gods of the Netherese Era.
In the process of the three gods of death, Bane, Baal and Melkor, they used the artifact-Zasman dagger to insert into Prim's heart and successfully killed him.
Today, this remaining heart is buried in an unknown place.
As long as you find it and pull out the Zasman dagger, a large amount of mud will spurt out from the wound, eventually forming a huge mud lake.
Prim will also be reborn from the mud lake.
At that time, you only need to capture and seal it, and then use the power of the Goddess of Night to corrode it, twisting it from a god of waste into a half-shadow, half-dark god or ancient evil.
Something like this has been done more than once.
Watching his dark angel disappear at the end of the dark country, Shar then turned his gaze to Zuo Si on the other side of the gray smoke, pursed his lips and said in a decisive tone: "You will know the consequences of offending me, Soth.
.I promise.”
Zuo Si obviously didn't know that the goddess of the night had already begun to take revenge.
After waiting for the fluctuation of divine power to disappear, he returned to the Mage Tower to watch Aberdare and others' final performance in the Underdark.
Of course, even if I knew, I wouldn’t care too much.
After all, if he dared to give the news to Midnight and Su Lun, he was mentally prepared to be resented and even revenged by Shar.
As the saying goes, when soldiers come, the water will be blocked and the earth will cover it.
Considering that one of the oldest Gemini goddesses has always liked to hide in the dark and stir up trouble, there is almost no precedent for jumping out and making reckless moves.
Therefore, the possible threat is actually far less than that of the madman Cyric.
What's more, Zuo Si believes that he is definitely no worse than any evil god when it comes to playing tricks.
The worst case scenario is to compete secretly to see who has the better skills.
To sum up, he didn't take Shar's revenge seriously at all, but looked forward to the goddess of night coming to play with him.
Anyway, even if the trouble gets bigger, the Moon Goddess Su Lun and her allies will be there to support it, so I don’t need to worry about anything at all.
……
On the other side, in the city of Ust Nasa in the dark area deep beneath the Wildas Forest, a long-simmering series of conspiracies and traps finally came to light.
The secret room of the first family, Despana's mansion, was now covered with blood, internal organs, rotten meat and crushed bones.
Some of them belonged to slaves who were killed during the sacrifice process, and some were torn from the body of Mistress Aduleth a few seconds ago.
Right now, the only remaining upper half of her body is hanging on a nail on the wall. The area below the waist has long since disappeared. A bloody spine hangs from the end, making everyone who sees it feel numb in their scalps.
.
A huge Balor Fire Lord was grinning and playing with a dragon egg covered with silver scales, laughing in a mocking tone: "Hahahaha!
Haven’t you discovered that you made a mistake by now?
Your daughter Fili secretly slipped this egg while preparing for the ceremony.
Not only did she successfully deceive you, but she also pushed you into an abyss of eternal destruction."
"What? This...how is this possible! Feili! What have you done?"
Matron Adules endured the severe pain and sternly questioned her eldest daughter who was not far away.
Her expression was so ferocious and terrifying, and her whole body was stained with blood, making her look like an evil ghost.
But Feili calmly took out another dragon egg from his pocket and responded proudly: "Sorry, mother, I won this game of usurping the throne.
I successfully plotted against you, and from now on I am the new mistress of the family.
As for you, it’s better to die honestly.
Don't worry, after you die, I will use this dragon egg to fulfill the Queen's will and kill all those damn surface elves.
In this way, I will replace you as the most favored high-ranking priest of Uster Nasa, firmly holding the highest power of the First Family and the Municipal Council.
I swear I will do better and better than you."
There is no doubt that what is being played out now is the classic scene of the dark elf "a loving mother and a filial daughter".
If any high-level priestess wants to ascend to the throne and become the matron of the family, she must first eliminate the sisters who are ahead of her, and then kill her mother and replace them.
This is the way the drow transfer power, which is full of conspiracy, cruelty, deception and bloodshed.
If any matron waits for her mother to die of old age to gain power through succession, she will be looked down upon by the matrons of other families and considered a weak waste.
"New mistress? Do you think you can dominate the other top-ranked families?"
Mother Adules held on for her last breath and stared at her eldest daughter not far away. Her eyes were very complicated, including anger and resentment, but also a hint of relief.
From the moment she became a mistress, she knew that sooner or later she would have to do this.
After all, this method of power inheritance is encouraged and advocated by the Spider Goddess Rose.
When the matron of a family begins to grow old and lacks strength, her ambitious daughter will seize the opportunity to kill her.
Only in this way can we ensure that all matrons are the most powerful, ambitious and capable leaders in the family.
"Don't underestimate me, mother.
As long as I complete this sacrifice and kill all the surface elves, I will gain the supreme favor of the Queen of Gods.
What's more, I still have them, and I successfully stole the dragon egg from you, and completed a series of impossible challenges including bringing back the mind flayer's brain blood and the eyes of the elders."
With that said, Feili delicately walked up to Aberdare, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the cheek of the son of Baal in the form of a dark elf. Both his eyes and movements were full of provocation.
As an animal who is accustomed to thinking with his lower body, Aberdare subconsciously wanted to do something in response.
But before he could take any actual action, he felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his lower back.
When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that it was Jahira who had pinched the flesh on her waist.
Instantly!
Aberdare, who was boiling with rage one second, turned into a good-looking baby with an unblinking gaze the next second.
No way.
As the saying goes, one thing reduces another.
Since the death of his adoptive father Gillian, Jaheira is the only person who can control him and make him willing to obey.
Feili noticed the little movement between the two of them, pursed his lips and smiled playfully without revealing it. He directly handed the dragon egg in his hand to Lord Barlow's Fire Demon and solemnly requested: "I hope
I can replace my mother and complete the transaction I just made with you."
"Haha, are you sure?"
Lord Balor's Fire Demon pursed his lips and revealed a nervous and uneasy smile.
"I'm pretty sure!"
Feili didn't realize the hint of the powerful demon in front of him, and nodded without thinking.
Just when she was full of expectations, Lord Balor suddenly grabbed her left arm and right arm without any warning, and then tore them hard at the same time.
Click! Click!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking, the two arms were suddenly pulled off by terrifying brute force.
Dazzling blood spurted out along the arteries, directly staining the surrounding ground and walls red.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The severe pain made Feili wail on the spot, his whole body twitching uncontrollably, and at the same time he shouted like crazy: "What are you doing? I have obviously given you the dragon egg!"
"Dragon egg?
Hahahaha!
Idiot!
Do you think the dragon egg in your hand is real?
Just as you deceived your mother, so the sons of Baal have deceived you.
How about it, you didn’t expect it?
This is a wonderful drama in which betrayal is hidden within betrayal, and deception is hidden within deception.
You think you are a hunter, but you are actually the prey."
Lord Balor stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on his face, opened his arms and looked extremely intoxicated.
As a chaotic evil creature born in the abyss, the drama of mortals plotting against each other, betraying each other, and stabbing each other in the back will undoubtedly make him feel pleasure that cannot be described in words.
Especially one of them is the descendant of Baal, the famous murder god.
"No!
This is impossible!
What reason does he have to lie to me?
I can give him everything he wants!
Whether it's power, status, or passion.
If he chooses to betray, what benefits can he get from it?"
Ferry turned around and looked into Aberdare's eyes, as if he wanted to get a positive answer from the latter.
"You are wrong, stupid dark elf.
Do you think the people standing here are your compatriots?
In fact, they all come from the surface.
Therefore, I am not interested in the conditions you offer at all.
There is only one thing they want, and that is the silver dragon's egg."
Having said that, Lord Balor released a spell that instantly dispelled the transformation spell that had been cast on all members of the team.
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In the blink of an eye, Sancho, Jahira, Aberdare, Eamonn, and Minsk all revealed their true colors.
Only Viconia, which was originally a drow, has not changed at all.
Upon seeing this, Mistress Adulus immediately burst out into hysterical laughter, as if she was mocking her eldest daughter for being so smart but screwing up, and then she breathed her last and died.
As for Fili, he seemed to be crazy and wanted to pounce on Aberdare and bite Aberdare's throat. As a result, he was trampled to death by Lord Balor before he could crawl far, and even his internal organs were squeezed out of his mouth. The scene was
It was so bloody that it made people want to vomit.
After all this was done, the devil stared at the youngest boy in the team with great interest and asked: "Young son of Baal, do you want to use that dragon egg to make a deal with me?"
"No, I don't want to."
Sancho refused without hesitation.
He is not stupid. He knows that a secondary abyss lord cannot give him powerful power at all. At best, he can only have some spell-like abilities, magic weapons and demon blood.
These craps can't even compare to the divinity and power of the Sons of Baal.
And even if you really want such power, there is no need to take huge risks to make a deal with the devil. You can just find your own mentor.
"Really, that's such a pity."
Lord Balor showed a disappointed expression, but he didn't say anything and directly chose to leave the material world and return to his hometown in the Abyss.
After he disappeared, the team members let out a long breath.
Imoen patted his chest with lingering fear: "God, I feel like my heart is about to jump out. Is that the Secondary Abyss Lord? It's so terrifying, it makes me breathless."
"Yeah. Now we finally got the dragon egg without any danger, and we can finally leave this crappy place."
Aberdare secretly glanced at Fili, who was trampled into a meat pie, and sighed slightly.
Since the two of them had had more than one "in-depth" communication in the past few days, it was somewhat unbearable to see the other party die so miserably.
Although when doing this kind of thing, he usually does not let his heart wander, but he still gets emotional over time.
What's more, the dark elves have so many tricks in this regard, and their level of openness is far from being comparable to that of the surface world.
"Don't be careless, we are not out of danger yet.
It is at least three or four kilometers from the first family's residence to the gate of Uster Nasa.
Our transformation magic has been dispelled. If we are to kill them, we will have to fight at least a bloody battle with thousands of drows."
Sancho reminded him with a serious expression.
"Then kill out!
The heroic Minsk and Bubu have long wanted to give these evil dark elves some color.
Let us add a legendary story to the great adventure chapter.
Come on! Justice will prevail!"
As the last word blurted out, Minsk drew his sword and opened the door of the room directly, slashing the unsuspecting First Family soldier at the door.
Poof!!!!
The 5-inch adamantine two-handed sword made by the dark elf senior blacksmith and blessed with evil magic tore the opponent's chain armor on the spot, splitting the whole person from the shoulders to the abdomen with a terrifying gash, and the internal organs and blood were everywhere.
Flowed out.
You know without asking that this guy is 100% dead and there is no need for any resuscitation.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
Bubu, the yellow-skinned mouse on Minsk's shoulder, let out a scream of fear or excitement.
After a successful blow, Minsk did not pull out his sword immediately, but snatched the one-handed sword from the deceased, directly killed the other guard cleanly, and then rushed into the hall like a barbarian berserker and started going crazy.
Kill every dark elf you see.
"He...what is he doing? Is he crazy!"
It took a moment for Imoen to react. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the blood and dead bodies on the ground at the door, trembling all over.
There is no way not to tremble!
Because Minsk's behavior is equivalent to a direct declaration of war on the tens of thousands of dark elves in this city.
"Damn it! Minsk! Come back! Come back quickly!"
Even the very nervous Aberdare panicked at this moment and rushed out to try to bring back his brother who had experienced the test of life and death but was not very smart.
But unfortunately it's too late.
When some smarter high-level priestesses realized that there might be an accident in the secret room, they immediately rushed outside to summon the mages, priests and warriors within the family, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to seize power and become the new matron. p>
As a result of their quarrel, all the families in Uster Nasa City also noticed something strange, and began to gather their troops to find out what happened to the first family.
The second family and the third family even joined forces and marched towards the first family's residence with the army, obviously thinking that this was a good opportunity to replace them.
"Alas - the trouble is big now.
Get ready for battle, we will face a violent storm and a death storm.
If you don’t want to die, do your best to tap into your full potential.
Otherwise, our lives will end here."
Sancho held his forehead and said with a look of despair.
He couldn't believe that his plan, which had gone smoothly, was ruined at the last moment by this idiot Minsk with a very ridiculous impulsive behavior.
"I told you a long time ago that uncertain factors like this should be eliminated from the team as soon as possible, but you just didn't listen. Now, he has pushed all of us into the abyss of death."
Viconia did not hide her disdain and disgust for Minsk.
If this bald idiot hadn't been able to act as a human shield and cannon fodder in the battle, she would have wanted to kill him first to vent her anger.
"Okay, now is not the time to quarrel. We must unite as one to get through this difficult time. Sancho, have you made contact with the silver dragon?"
Jaheira decisively chose to change the topic, not wanting the team to have any more conflicts at this time.
Sancho nodded slightly: "I informed you from the moment I got the dragon egg.
Adalon is preparing a magical ritual to completely destroy the entire Uster Nasa.
All we have to do is hold on for a while, and when the magic starts to take effect, the drow will scatter on their own.
Then we can take advantage of the chaos and escape through the gate."
"Be careful! The dark elves are coming!"
As Imoen's voice echoed in the corridor, a loud bang suddenly knocked away the door that was locked from the inside.
A group of heavily armed drow male warriors with a large number of magical powers swarmed forward, obviously intending to drive away these culprits.
Aberdare, who was at the front, didn't even hesitate for a second, transformed into a killer and charged forward.
In the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere!
With the powerful power of the Son of God, several dark elves were torn alive in just a few seconds.
But Aberdare also paid a heavy price.
After all, the weapon enchantment levels of drow elites generally start at 3, and those used by direct members of the nobles are usually 4 or 5.
Therefore, even in the killer form, there is no way to withstand such a powerful weapon attack.
Just being cut once will leave a horrific wound immediately.
Fortunately, Aberdare is not alone.
Minsk, who turned on the rampage, covered it from the side.
Sancho, Jaheira, Imoen and Viconia even threw arcane and divine spells at the door as if they were free, but they blocked the enemy's impact in a short time.
Hundreds of corpses were piled densely together, and the thick plasma had already dyed the ground black and red.
No negotiation!
No compromise!
Only crazy fighting and killing!
If you stand outside and look down, you can find that the sky above the first family's house has been enveloped in energy like blood mist.
The divine power in the three sons of Baal is accumulating and growing with the killing.
Especially Aberdare, who is controlled by the God of Murder, his killer form is still expanding, and he is beginning to evolve towards a gigantic ravager.
And all drow killed by it will become undead.
"What kind of monsters are these?!"
The dark elf high priestess who was directing the attack exclaimed in disbelief.
"Don't ask me! How do I know? Maybe it's Fili's fault! Anyway, we have to kill these guys of unknown origin."
Another high-level priestess kept releasing magical spells to treat the injured warriors who retreated.
While the two sides were fighting over and over again around the passage, none of them noticed that two figures had descended into the dark corner of the cave above them, admiring the scene below with great interest.
"Are you sure we can just watch without help?"
Aidalong, who transformed into an elf form, frowned subconsciously.
Especially when he sensed the dragon egg in Sancho's backpack, he clearly showed nervousness and anxiety.
She obviously wanted to go down immediately and take back her own dragon egg and keep it carefully.
Zuo Si's projection smiled and replied: "No need, at least not yet.
After all, they are all sons of Baal, and they must fight and kill to make themselves stronger.
The dark elves of Uster Nassar are a good whetstone that can help my disciples complete their final transformation.
When they can't hold on any longer, it's still too late for you to go down and help.
Also, how have you considered my proposal?"
"I...I haven't thought about it yet."
Aidalon's expression clearly shows a tendency to escape.
"Better hurry up, because you don't have much time left.
If your body begins to age to the point of no return, even injecting purgatory blood cannot prevent death from coming.
Even if you regret it by then, it will be too late."
Zuo Si glanced at the silver dragon beside him and urged in a low voice.
You don't need to ask to know that this proposal is to transform Aidalong from an ancient silver dragon into an ancient purgatory silver dragon.
Use the power of Baator Hell to extend your lifespan and even become an immortal existence.
"I understand what you mean, and I also know that this is the only choice, but I just can't get over the psychological hurdle." Aidaron explained with a wry smile.
Ever since she deviated from the good camp and had the idea of not wanting to die, she had the idea of using the power of hell to extend her life, and reunite with her soon-to-be-born partner to stay together forever.
I have to say that the ethical relationship between this dragon couple is quite messy.
The wife gave birth to a reincarnated husband.
Then will they be considered husband and wife in the future?
Or mother and son?
What should we call the new offspring if they are reunited?
Zuo Si gradually understood why the continent of Faerûn was so open in terms of ethics and sexuality.
They are all the result of various kinds of magic, magic, and miracles.
Among them, resurrection, reincarnation, and the lifespans of various races differ by decades or even hundreds of years, as well as being suddenly rescued after being petrified for many years. They are simply born ethical killers.
Ethical confusion can occur if you are not careful.
"There is nothing that cannot be overcome. All you need is to let go of the past, don't care about the world's opinions, and bravely embrace your own future." Zuo Si whispered into the ear of the ancient silver dragon.
"Embrace your own future..."
Aidalong was obviously heartbroken when he heard these words, his eyes constantly flashing with desire.
Just when she opened her mouth to say something, portals leading to the bottomless abyss were suddenly opened.
Following hundreds of demons, elemental creatures emerged from the other side.
Obviously, these alien creatures are summoned by mages and priests.
Unlike the human race on the surface, where the proportion of mages is very low, the ratio of dark elves' spellcasters can be said to be quite exaggerated, often reaching fifty to one or even thirty or twenty to one.
If there are 20,000 dark elves in a city, then the number of spellcasters in them will reach hundreds or even thousands.
This is almost unimaginable in the surface world.
And because the Underdark is rich in mineral resources, it is easier to obtain expensive magic materials such as gems, and the drow mage's spellcasting level is also improved much faster.
The sudden influx of many demons and elemental creatures was the straw that broke the camel's back.
No matter how hard Sancho tried, he couldn't deal with so many difficult alien creatures at the same time.
When Aidaron saw this scene, he immediately asked: "Is this enough? Your disciples and other members of the adventure team may not be able to hold on anymore."
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "Don't be anxious, and don't underestimate the potential of the Son of God. Just wait and see, the real show has just begun now."
As these words blurted out, Sancho, who had just used up time to stop half a minute ago, finally showed off the power he had long obtained but had never used.
I saw him stimulating a large amount of divine power and divinity in his body to the limit, and then his body began to rapidly expand and deform, and was wrapped in a carapace as hard as granite.
"This is...the killer?"
Aidalon's eyes widened in disbelief.
Because the boy's transformation bears no resemblance to Aberdare's killer form.
Especially after the transformation was completed, Sancho did not lose his mind at all. His two blood-red eyes were swollen and his pupils emitting blue light could be clearly seen.
"No, not the killer, but his own power.
To be precise, my lovely disciple has completed transcending his divine father on a philosophical level.
Now he has embarked on the path of becoming a new god.
How is it? Is it excellent?
To be honest, I didn't expect him to reach this point in such a short period of time."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and praised without hesitation.
"New God?!!"
Aidaron stared intently at the boy who had completed his transformation and turned into an afterimage and rushed into the alien creatures, drow mages, and priests, killing them all.
With each kill completed, Sancho's strength will increase at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Moreover, he retains his sanity and spell-casting ability, and will suddenly release some instant arcane magic and spell-like abilities during battle.
Especially the thick layer of rock carapace covering the body, which was obviously added through magical abilities to increase defense.
Once the damage reaches a certain level, the boy will return to normal through a standard casting action.
In this way, he can achieve a long combat endurance through constant killing, without having to worry about being stabbed to pieces by the adamantine-enchanted weapons of the dark elves like Aberdare.
In addition, Sancho's claws after transformation are significantly larger, looking like a sharp double-edged dagger.
Often one blow can cause huge damage to multiple enemies at the same time, and also has the ability to suck blood.
"It's incredible! Is this the Son of God?" Aidalon exclaimed.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, this is the Son of God.
Due to their divine relationship, their learning speed and growth speed are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If this continues, when the elimination round of the Sons of Baal reaches the final round, it will inevitably be a battle between quasi-gods and demigods.
I'm looking forward to where Sancho and Aberdare will go in the end.
Should I choose to become a god and embark on a transcendent journey, or surrender all my divine power and divinity and become a mortal?"
"What about the girl named Imoen? Isn't she also the son of Baal?" Aidalon's tone was full of doubts.
"It is impossible for Imoen to become a god, or her character determines that she has no interest in becoming a god. I have already arranged a future for her, a life that can satisfy her curiosity without being too dangerous.
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After that, Zuo Si ignored the silver dragon beside him and concentrated on admiring Sancho's performance at this critical moment.
He is now more and more convinced that this lucky little guy still has huge potential to be tapped, and may become his powerful helper and ally...