For any devil, promotion and change in form are undoubtedly time-consuming things.
Even if you are promoted from a low-level lemure to a little devil, it will take at least three hours.
As for more advanced forms, it can take more than ten hours.
Therefore, for a fallen soul like Irenicus that attracts extra attention from the will of the plane and is even destined to become a single form of great devil, the transformation process must take more than twenty hours.
Especially the source of sin and hatred formed after the divine spark is extinguished, like a hungry beast that is crazily devouring the nutrients given to it by the entire hell plane.
It not only includes the huge sacred energy obtained by squeezing souls, but also the larvae transformed into countless mortal souls after death in the hatching pit.
Normally, these larvae should have hatched into cannon fodder at the bottom of the ecological chain - lemures.
But now they have all become part of the body of a big devil who is about to be born.
Through the spherical shell formed by the hot magma, countless larvae inside are exploding one after another, and under the action of some powerful force, they turn into balls of viscous "tomato sauce" that are stirred together in a kind of
It was continuously squeezed and solidified in a very precise way, and finally formed a roughly outline of a human-shaped body.
First the bones, then the internal organs, blood circulation system and muscles...
Different from the chaotic and completely random evolution of the abyss demons, who shape their bodies into whatever they want, the body shaping process of the demons presents an aesthetic sense of order from the beginning to the end of an industrial assembly line.
Although each type of devil, especially high-level devils, will often be greatly strengthened in various aspects.
But whether it is a pit fiend or the lowest level lemure, there is not much difference in its inner nature.
This is why the former can use the ability of [Devil Shaping] to transform the latter into a more advanced devil form at will as a material.
For example, twenty lemures can be transformed into two bone demons or three upside down demons.
When necessary, they can even use twenty lemures to create another pit fiend.
But considering that this is equivalent to adding a potential competitor of the same level to itself, it is impossible for the Hell Fiend to do this unless it encounters a critical moment.
This homogeneity gives the Devil Legion a great flexibility advantage. It can transform the huge and bloated low-level Devil Legion into a small number of high-level elites at any time, and then complete a series of tactical coordination that is unbelievable to the outside world.<
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And the conversion speed is very fast, often only taking one minute to complete.
The only drawback is that this transformation is irreversible.
Even the Hell Fiends or higher-level Great Devils cannot turn the temporarily transformed Bone Demons and Inverted Hook Demons back into their original number of Lemurs.
Of course, there is no need to change back.
After all, the number of lemures is equal to the number of mortal souls who have fallen into hell, so it is not easy to replenish them.
The real problem that needs to be solved is how to arrange corresponding positions for these transformed intermediate and even high-level devils to ensure that the strict hierarchy among devils and the absolute order within hell will not be shaken at all.
However, these problems do not exist at the ninth level of Zuo Si’s rule.
Because anyone who is considered a threat will soon be "interviewed" by the succubus queen Melcantheut, which is actually just throwing them into a pool of sparkling oil to take a bath.
When it comes out, both thoughts and consciousness will undergo a 180-degree turn.
Since all threats have been nipped in the bud, the political struggles and intrigues on the ninth level are far less intense than those on other levels, and lawful tendencies are directly maximized.
On the contrary, it has an evil tendency, which seems slightly inadequate to outsiders.
Several lords and devil dukes even criticized Zuo Si's ruling method and the ridiculous election method in the huge cyberpunk city, feeling that it was neither "hell" nor "devil".
But Asmodeus knew very well the amazing benefits that city could bring every month.
The number of soul prisms obtained through trade alone is as high as millions or even tens of millions.
Not to mention that there are still a large number of mortals who are lost in the wonderful feeling of feasting and freeing their inner desires, until they are willing to sign a contract to sell their souls in exchange for more money to maintain their current life. This kind of environment where you are constantly sinking and falling while enjoying happiness is far more effective than the original methods of threatening, intimidating, bewitching, and luring.
Moreover, Asmodeus also noticed that the more materially abundant a society is, the easier it is for the human spirit to become empty and lonely, and the belief and reverence for the gods is also decreasing.
Even many people who have huge wealth and power will involuntarily have a strong desire to break taboos and even blaspheme.
Many women and men in secret gatherings will also dress themselves up as the most commonly used incarnation of a certain god, and then do some unsightly behavior in groups.
In the eyes of the Lord of Hell, only the dark soul formed by self-degradation can exude the most charming fragrance and squeeze out more energy.
According to this kind of thinking and logic, wouldn’t it be true that the richer and more developed the material world is, the easier it is for mortal souls to become corrupted?
In fact, he has privately carried out similar experiments in a world controlled by the devil, hoping to prove whether this method has universal applicability and the value of large-scale promotion.
If the results meet expectations, then the devils will begin to drastically adjust their strategies to help those poor and backward worlds become rich.
Then he wields the sickle to harvest the souls of mortals in waves, just like farmers planting crops and herdsmen herding livestock.
As for the consumption of money and materials, the devils don't care.
While waiting, Asmodeus asked Zuo Si about the future development and planning of the cyberpunk city, and also exchanged ideas on how to better inspire evil, greed, selfishness, indulgence, etc. in human nature.
skills, and how to squeeze those cunning subordinates to get them to do more work.
Viconia on the side was sweating profusely after hearing this. Even her original strong sense of hunger disappeared, leaving only deep fear and awe.
Although during the chat, these two big devils, who stood at the top of the pyramid of power and power in Baator Hell, maintained elegant demeanor and kind smiles from beginning to end.
But the content of the conversation made her, a dark elf who was regarded by other races as evil comparable to demons, feel horrified.
Especially the contrast that cannot be described in words is more frightening than the madness, bloodthirsty and violence of the spider goddess Rose.
After all, the evil of the latter can be easily felt.
But the former disguises himself as a traditional "good guy" in the eyes of mortals, and induces him to fall into hell step by step while enjoying happiness.
Similarly, Viconia also discovered that the state of the huge cyberpunk city is actually a super-enhanced version of the West Coast Empire.
Richer material conditions!
More variety of entertainment enjoyment!
There are also countless temptations everywhere!
Even if she knew the truth and lived in such an environment for a long time, I'm afraid she wouldn't be much different from those residents who had already sunk.
After all, if you have to choose between happiness, dullness and pain, anyone with a sound mind will choose the first one.
Because that is the most primitive instinct engraved in genes.
Just when Viconia's brain began to overload, a violent vibration suddenly came from the incubation pit that was originally covered by magma.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!
The entire hatching pit was like a volcano erupting, sprinkling a large amount of liquid mixed with viscous flesh and blood into the air.
Countless human-like things appeared out of thin air on the walls inside the incubation pit, and opened their mouths to let out ear-piercing screams.
Accompanied by screams, a humanoid creature that was more than three meters tall and extremely thin finally slowly flew out from the bottom of the pit.
He has devil-standard giant bat wings, a poisonous barbed tail, and his hands and feet have all turned into sharp claws, but there are no horns on his head.
In other words, there is no head at all, just a vortex-like black hole spinning continuously under the leather hood, as if leading to a void of different dimensions.
There is no doubt that this faceless devil is the completely transformed Irenicus.
"Ah! It seems the surprise has finally been revealed.
Congratulations, my young friend, you have another capable general.
But before that, you may have to solve a small problem."
Asmodeus looked at Irenikas's blank face and smiled playfully.
As expected.
The latter is obviously in a very delicate state at this moment.
The first thing he did when he landed on the ground was to open his mouth and ask in a tone without any fluctuation: "Who am I? Why can't I see or feel anything?"
"What's going on?"
Zuo Si obviously showed a very confused expression.
If this situation happened to the devil in the bottomless abyss, he would not feel any strange feeling at all.
After all, anything can happen in that chaotic place.
But the problem is that hell belongs to the plane of order, and normally it is absolutely impossible for accidents to happen.
Asmodeus replied without thinking: "As the soul holder, you should know best what happened to him, right?
Now this devil transformed from a soul that lost itself needs a new identity to redefine itself.
And you are the only master who can give him this definition.
Whether it is a fragment of memory or something that has been cherished and used.
In short, you have to pay something to get this capable subordinate.
Now that the answer to the mystery has been revealed, I can go back with confidence.
If you have the chance, remember to get more of this kind of super-high-quality souls in the future.
They can greatly enhance the power of the entire plane."
After saying that, the Lord of Hell disappeared and teleported away.
Because he has seen this unique form of the great devil transformed from a quasi-god, and he also knows the power that the other party obtains from extinguishing the divine spark.
“Something you’ve treasured and used?”
Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly remembered the face that he had seemingly torn off from Irenekas's face when he was having a breakup, and hurriedly dug it out.
【Mask of Irenikas】
Add one to the spell slots of levels one to nine
Provides the wearer with a permanent acceleration effect
Intelligence attribute plus five
Increase spell resistance by twenty
There is a 10% probability that after successfully releasing a spell, the metamagic skill - Spell Twins will be triggered, turning the original spell into two identical spells instantly
This mask is exclusive to Irenikas, and no one else can obtain the powerful magical power contained in it.
The moment this mask like a human face appeared, the big devil standing motionless not far away seemed to notice something, and immediately walked over and slowly stretched out his skinny claws.
"Give it to me, give it to me, I can feel that it belongs to me."
"Why don't you just grab it?"
Zuo Si stared with interest at the opponent's face, which was as ethereal as a whirlpool black hole.
Irenekas was silent for a moment and replied: "I can't do this. Because I need to be empowered and redefined, and this is something only you can do."
"So I am your master, right?" Zuo Si continued to test.
"Yes. The moment you handed the mask to me, you gained absolute control over me. This is a clearly stipulated term in the contract, and I cannot violate it at all."
After saying that, the devil Irenicus stopped making any sound and just waited for the result without saying a word.
Zuo Si is quite confident about the binding force of hell's rules.
After all, in the Contract of Absolute Beginning, the devil was clearly granted the right to legally obtain souls at will.
So he handed over the mask directly.
As a result, the moment Irenekas got the mask, he suddenly became extremely excited and excited. He started yelling like a madman, and then put the mask on his face, which was only a swirling black hole.
.
Instantly!
The mask, which was originally just a layer of dead skin, was quickly injected with vitality and blended perfectly with the head and neck, making it look the same as before.
But the strange thing is that although his face looks like an elf, the rest of his body is already a complete devil.
At first glance, it seems very scary and incongruous.
In addition, after putting on the mask, Irenicas finally had a significant emotional change, no longer as cold as a machine.
"Remember!
I remembered everything!
I once had two names, Jonares and Joan Irenekas.
They represent two completely different stages of life.
And now I have been transformed into a devil because of the contract I signed."
"You can actually recall the memories you had when you were still a mortal?"
Zuo Si was obviously taken aback.
Because the soul goes to the outer plane for reincarnation after the death of the body, it is theoretically impossible to retain complete memories.
Whether it is in the hell and abyss of evil tendencies, or in the paradise mountain and paradise of good tendencies.
Generally speaking, it is extraordinary for a soul to retain a small fragment of memories from its mortal life.
Orcus, one of the three giants of the Abyss, relied on the weak advantage brought by his fragmentary memory as a necromancer to kill other competitors, and slowly climbed from a larva to his current position.
Irenekas raised his paw and gently touched the extremely uncoordinated face, and said in a nostalgic tone: "No, this is not a recall or a memory, but something given through this mask.
Once I lose my face, I will forget everything in an instant."
"That's it! This is the true meaning of being given and redefined..."
Zuo Si immediately understood the current state of Irenicas and the abilities he possesses as a unique form of great devil.
When this guy doesn't have a mask, he's like a robot without any personality or thinking, and only acts based on underlying logic.
The mask is like a software system that can give it personality and thinking.
When given the mask of Irenikas, he will transform into the powerful Elven High Mage;
But if it is replaced by a mask made from the face of a powerful warrior, then this guy will also acquire the personality and thinking mode of a warrior.
The most important thing is that this ability will be superimposed with the big devil's own basic ability.
Therefore, the swirling black hole face of Irenikas actually reflects his heart that continues to sink and degenerate until he completely loses himself.
I have to say, this state is really interesting.
Even compared to Farrow, the ace spy who can split his personality infinitely, and Isadora, who has cloned herself in large numbers and annexed each other, they are obviously much more important.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't have much time to conduct various experiments at the moment. After making it into a planeswalker card, he took Viconia, who was half-starved to death, back to the mage tower. p>
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At the same time, far away on the edge of Aenook, the largest desert in the north of Faerûn, a huge floating city floated above the clouds.
Ovo, the great arcanist left over from the Netheril era, is commanding a group of mages, warlocks, apprentices and constructs, and is constantly expanding outward around the center where the Mythra core is placed.
Most of the buildings near the center have been completed.
Although it looks a bit empty due to the lack of enough residents, it does not prevent everyone involved from feeling excited and full of expectations.
After all, for most spellcasters in Faerûn, Netheril represents the pinnacle of human magical civilization to a certain extent, and is the golden age that countless mages yearn for.
Although Netheril is still far from the magical power of the elves at their peak.
The floating city is one of the most iconic and recognizable things of this era.
It is equivalent to a flag. When it is raised again, it will inevitably attract many people to join it.
Ovo personally named the floating city "Revival" after discussing with Zuo Si, and firmly believed that this was the starting point for Netheril's reappearance.
The time and energy he spent on the floating city was almost several times or even more than ten times that of the Kadarin magic stone vein, which Zuo Si considered more important.
Of course, the Grand Arcanist did not relax his vigilance about this important mineral vein, but used magical power to build a solid stone fortress above the mine.
Not only did he put one of his descendants in charge, but he also stuffed more than two thousand undead creatures inside to ensure safety.
Several desert tribes who wanted to plunder were driven out by the undead army that swarmed out before they even got close to the city wall.
Even your body and soul after death have been transformed into one of them.
Knowing the situation in this land that once belonged to Netheril, Ovo never thought that those seemingly tough desert tribes and bandits would be a threat.
What he is really worried about is the enemies who are hidden and invisible.
In particular, several recent reports show that there are many very suspicious people appearing near the surrounding desert oases, asking locals about the situation in the Eno Oak Desert.
Thinking of this, the Grand Arcanist looked away from the noisy construction site, turned around and asked the assistant next to him: "Have the people we sent out yet not caught the tail of these suspicious targets?"
"Sorry, Master, there is no good news yet.
The other party seems to be very alert and will immediately choose to run away as soon as he finds something wrong.
And according to the description of the mage involved in the hunt, the target will disappear completely after entering the shadows, and it is suspected that he has the ability to travel between the real world and the shadow world."
The Lich hurriedly told what he knew about the situation.
It is not difficult to see from his respectful attitude that he actually has considerable respect and admiration for this "old-timer".
After all, Ovo's attainments in necromancy can be said to be at the pinnacle, and a few words of advice can be used by other necromancers for life.
"Escape into the shadows? Can you travel between the real world and the shadow world?" Owo was slightly stunned for a moment, then quickly frowned. "It's a bit strange. This is not good news."
The Lich asked very puzzledly: "Aren't they just a few suspicious spellcasters using the Shadow Magic Network? Do you need to be so nervous?"
Owo explained with a gloomy face: "If it's just one or two, it's certainly not worth being nervous about.
But the problem is there are too many of these guys.
And have you noticed that the area where they appear most often is actually the thirsty sandbar north of the Scimitar Peak Mountains.
This is almost the largest basin in the entire desert.
If someone wants to use magic to create a huge lake and an area suitable for farming, then it is undoubtedly the best choice."
As he spoke, the Grand Arcanist used magic to create a map made of illusions out of thin air, and marked the location of the "Thirsty Sandbank" on it.
It can be easily seen from the map that there is a huge basin wrapped in the scimitar-shaped mountains in the southern part of the great desert, with a small blue pattern representing water in the center.
In Netheril's most glorious period, this place was one of the most important granaries of the entire civilization, and that small, almost invisible blue dot was once a lake with abundant water resources.
But now, with the collapse of the environment, this lake has changed from a freshwater lake to a very small saltwater lake under the evaporation of the sun day after day, and it is surrounded by vast saline-alkali zones.
Several stronger tribes occupied the saltwater lake and exchanged daily necessities with passing merchants or other tribes by collecting salt.
It can be said that the Thirst Sandbank is the only place in the largest desert in Faerûn that is still barely suitable for human survival.
If Zuo Si saw the mark on the map, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this so-called "Thirsty Sandbank" is the "Shadow Sea" that will be occupied and transformed by Ghost City in the future.
"You mean... the Shadow Weave casters we discovered may be from the floating city that hid in the Shadow Realm back then? They are inquiring about the situation in the Eno Oak Desert to prepare for their upcoming return?" p>
The Lich finally reacted, his tone filled with shock and disbelief.
After all, this floating city has disappeared from people's sight for too long. Many historians and scholars have begun to speculate that the residents inside may have been killed by the terrifying undead creatures in the shadow plane and turned into monsters.
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Owo nodded slightly: "Yes.
After all, ordinary shadow creatures will not immediately turn around and run away after encountering a living person.
Instead, he would be driven by irrepressible hatred to attack.
Being able to run away means you are smart enough and have reason.
I suspect that Telamant Tanshur most likely made a deal with an evil and dark goddess when he entered the shadow plane.
Those suspicious objects using the Shadow Weave may be the result of the transaction.
Otherwise, any normal arcane spellcaster would not easily give up using the magic web woven by the goddess of magic and choose to embrace the shadow magic web with huge flaws and loopholes."
"Oh my god! If this is true, then aren't we facing a huge threat that has accumulated power in the shadow plane for thousands of years?"
There was a hint of nervousness in the Lich's voice.
After all, if we calculate the time, if Telamant Tanshur, the Lord of the City of Shadows, is still alive, he would be at least 2,800 years old now.
The floating city has entered the shadow plane for more than 1,700 years.
According to the law that the longer a mage lives, the more powerful he becomes, no one knows what incredible magical power this supreme city lord has mastered now.
But Owo said disdainfully and sarcastically: "What are you afraid of!
Telamant Tanshur is nothing more than a loser who has forgotten the glory of Netheril and bows before the gods.
If he has a floating city, don’t we?
Take a good look at what you are stepping on now?
What's more, we have the support of a huge empire with vast territory and strong military power behind us, which can continuously cultivate mages."
As he spoke, Owo directly sent the message to Zuo Si, who was thousands of kilometers away, through communication magic.
On the other side, floating in the central hall of the Shadow City in the shadow plane.
As the supreme leader, Telamant Tanshur is sitting on his throne, listening to the news reported by his most trusted and capable subordinate, Hajhorna.
Standing around him were ten men of very different ages, but whose faces were obviously related by blood.
You don't need to ask to know that these male members are the sons of the Supreme City Lord, and they are also respectfully called "Princes of Shadows".
Among them, Revalan Tanshur, the eldest son and the elector of Shar, is staring at Hajhorna's back with very cold and hostile eyes.
He is obviously very jealous that this outsider can win so much trust and importance from his father, and even has a higher political status than himself.
But Hajhorna seemed to have seen nothing about this, and went on to explain the information compiled and compiled in the most concise way.
Because the position he currently holds is actually equivalent to the Prime Minister who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people.
As long as Telamante still trusts him as always, it doesn't matter how much trouble the other Gintama princes make.
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"According to the reports from the spies sent out, there are not many valuable things at all in the ruins of the Netheril Empire except for the sky full of yellow sand and the completely degraded barbarians.
If you want to rebuild Netheril in this land, the only place you can use it is a basin called the Thirst Bank.
As long as a huge freshwater lake is created through magic, the surrounding thousands of square kilometers of land will become suitable for farming and support a certain number of people.
In addition, there is a kingdom called Cormyr in the south of the desert. It is not only rich in land but also has a large population. It is a very good target for conquest.
As long as we occupy the country, we can continue to expand to the northeast and then annex Sambia, the valley and other areas.
One of the latter is undergoing a civil war, and the other has been in a state of division for a long time. It is impossible to withstand our fierce attack..."
Just when Hajhorna pointed at the map he had just drawn and talked about his plan, a ghost prince, Yada Tanshur, stood up and questioned: "Why choose the Kingdom of Cormyr, Sambia and
Valley?
From a geographical point of view, aren't Northland, West Hartland and the Dragon Coast a better target?
And once we gain access to the sea, we can quickly build a powerful navy."
Hajhorna turned around and glanced at the prince who, like Revalan, supported the Shar Church's leadership of Ghost City, and replied very simply: "Of course it's because of the West Coast Empire.
The places you just mentioned are either already part of the territory of this powerful empire, or are territories that are about to be annexed.
Therefore, any form of invasion may mean a tragic war.
Moreover, the opponent has a considerable number of spellcasters with high levels, and the emperor himself is the chosen one of the goddess of magic, a legendary mage and priest.
As a plan maker, I don’t think it’s a wise choice to confront such a powerful enemy from the beginning.”
"Tell me more about this west coast empire and that emperor. I'd like to know more details about them."
Telamante, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly knocked on the armrest of the seat.
Seeing his father's words, Yada did not dare to continue to pester him. He immediately bowed and took two steps back.
A hint of imperceptible ridicule flashed in Hajhorna's eyes, and then he took out a few pages of paper filled with small handwriting, cleared his throat and read aloud: "The West Coast Empire was formed by the original Kalin Shirt, Tessel,
Amn is patchworked together with the vast lands from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon Coast, and as a whole inherits the territory from the heyday of the Sharn Dynasty.
It was established for a very short time and gained the legitimacy of its rule through a marriage.
The founder and current emperor, Thos, is the chosen one of the goddess of magic and the goddess of poison and disease. He also claims to be a planeswalker.
There are so many experiences and rumors about him that 90% of them cannot be confirmed to be true or false at the moment.
So I’ve listed them all according to the timeline, you’d better read it yourself.
All I can say is that if half of this is true, we'd better never provoke him."
After saying that, Hajhorna took out two pieces of paper and handed them to the indifferent figure on the throne, without any expression or emotion.
Telamant took over and scanned the above content at a very fast speed. Finally, there was a hint of emotion in his dark and deep eyes, and he asked directly: "Are you sure that these are things that mortals can participate in and achieve?" p>
"I'm not sure.
But considering that all these events occurred very close to now, the credibility should be very high.
Because of this, I think it is a wise choice to try to avoid a direct conflict with the West Coast Empire.
After all, the continent of Faerun is very vast, and there are countless lands in the east for us to conquer and develop.
There is no need to go to war with another powerful empire and risk heavy losses."
Hajhorna completely ignored the hostile eyes of several silver ghost princes who believed in Shar, and gave his advice seriously.
It is not difficult to see from these words that he has no interest in the Church of the Goddess of Night at all, but is completely loyal to the Supreme City Lord.
Telamant squinted his eyes and stared at the map, seeming to be thinking about and weighing the gains and losses.
Although he, like other ghost princes, has long inhaled negative energy and transformed himself into a ghost form in order to extend his life, he does not completely trust Shar in his heart.
To be precise, there are even some precautions in secret.
This can be seen from the fact that he reused Hajhorna to suppress his eldest son Revalan.
You must know that anyone who can become a Grand Arcanist in the Netheril era is an out-and-out top genius.
In addition, the great arcanists at that time generally believed that gods were just stronger arcanists, which led to them being often very arrogant in their hearts.
Although Telamante surrendered to Shar on the surface, only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.
"Father, I think there is no need for you to be afraid of this newly established West Coast Empire and its rulers. Because the great goddess has given her blessing and given us a secret weapon that is enough to fight against it."
With that said, Revalan took out a black box covered with runes from his arms and carefully handed it to his father.
"This is..."
Telamante did not immediately reach out to pick it up, but stared at the eldest son with slightly wary and doubtful eyes.
He knew very well that these sons were secretly planning to kill him and replace him.
The reason why no one has taken any actual action yet is just a delicate balance formed by mutual restraint.
Once the balance is broken, the eldest son in front of him, who has already become Shar's chosen one, will definitely be very happy to be the first to act as a father and a son, and then dedicate the City of Shadows to his goddess as a gift.
"This is a gift! A gift from the great goddess! With it, we in Shade City can defeat all enemies and restore the glory of the Netheril era."
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When he said these words, Revalan's tone was extremely excited and fanatical, and his eyes revealed infinite piety for his faith.
Seeing this scene, Telamante frowned subconsciously, but didn't say anything more. He just reached out and took the box.
Because letting his eldest son believe in Shar was one of the deals he made with the goddess.
The original intention is to hope that Revalan can resist the temptation, stick to his true heart as an arcanist, and continue to move forward on the path of magic.
But the result is that since joining the church, Revalan's mage level has stayed at LV11 and has never increased. On the contrary, the priest level has increased by leaps and bounds, reaching LV15.
He himself fell into an inexplicable religious fanaticism, and established a church in the City of Shadows to continuously expand Shar's influence.
Although he was very dissatisfied with his eldest son, Telamante finally opened the box.
As a result, when he saw what was inside, his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
Just a second later, the supreme city lord immediately closed the lid of the box with a snap, stood up and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Are you sure this is a gift from the goddess to the City of Shadows?"
"Yes, father.
The goddess has foreseen that we will face a powerful enemy.
That’s why I gave you this weapon as a trump card to turn the situation around at critical moments.
Perhaps the West Coast Empire and its emperor are indeed as difficult to deal with as Hajhorna described.
But with the blessing of the great goddess of the night, we will be the ones who win in the end.
So don’t hesitate, it’s time for the City of Shades to return to Faerûn and announce to the whole world that Netheril is back.”
Revalan raised his arms and shouted loudly in an inciting tone.
Maybe he feels that the power of the thing in the box is strong enough, or maybe he feels that Shar, the goddess of the night, has a high chance of winning on his side.
Anyway, after about a minute of silence, Telamante Tanshur finally said in his majestic voice: "From this moment on, the entire City of Shadows enters the final preparation stage, recalling all those who are still exploring the shadow plane.
People. A month later we return to Faerûn to rebuild Netheril."
"As you wish, Supreme City Lord."
"Father, I guarantee that the entire world will tremble under the intimidation of the powerful magic and military power of the City of Shadows."
"That's right! They will surrender at our feet and sacrifice everything to rebuild Netheril!"
……
Suddenly, the eyes of the ghost princes in the hall shone with the light of ambition.
After all, they stay in the floating city in the shadow plane all day long, and they basically have no room for improvement other than internal fighting.
But now once they return to the material world, these princes can expand their territory, develop their power, and form an army loyal to them.
Even if you can't inherit the position of Lord of Yinhun City in the end, you can at least become a feudal official or build your own kingdom.
Even Hajhorna is no exception in this regard.
However, Telamant Tanshur did not care about this. Instead, he was pleased with his sons' "motivation" and carefully placed the box close to his body.
As for what is inside, besides him, probably only Revalan knows.
Following an order from the Supreme City Lord, Yinhun City, which had not seen much movement for more than a thousand years, was immediately mobilized.
Countless mages, warriors and priests, under unified coordination and dispatch, have entered a semi-wartime state of control.
All outbound applications and transfer orders were rejected, and those towers established elsewhere in the Shadow Plane were also abandoned in a very short period of time.
Each ghost prince also took the opportunity to recruit some capable people to join his team to prepare for the upcoming expansion war.
No one noticed at all that in the invisible depths of the shadow plane, a pair of eyes with lavender light were watching their every move.
The owner of the eyes raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.