A huge dark entity with a height of more than 100 meters appeared out of thin air in the center of Susar City, undoubtedly instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the city.
Because except for the area covered by the huge energy vortex below, the rest of the place will not be affected by the incomprehensible effect. You can clearly see this behemoth towering above the earth.
The indescribable visual impact deeply shocked everyone who saw this scene.
Especially the moon hanging in the sky above our head, emitting bright white light, has also become blurred, dim, and even impossible to observe due to the dark entity.
It's as if the light is distorted by some unknown force when it shines down.
"Oh my God! Jalusel, what have you done?"
Royal Archmage Karadna showed an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.
As one of the people closest to the Princess Regent, she undoubtedly knows where this pure dark power comes from.
I just never expected that it would suddenly break out in this way.
The most important thing is that if this behemoth exuding a terrifying momentum loses control, the city of Susar, as the capital, will be completely destroyed, and none of the residents will survive.
"What on earth is this?"
An elderly war mage with a thick gray-white beard asked in an uncertain tone next to him.
Karadna replied without thinking: "This is the child of Princess Regent Yalusel, the heir conceived by her and Emperor Soth."
"What?! You mean...another god-like power?"
The battle mage opened his mouth in surprise.
"That's right! At least it seems like this now. Although I don't know exactly what happened, I have to rush over immediately to take a look. Is it okay to leave this place to you?"
Karadna turned her gaze to the old man beside her.
You must know that the "Battle Mage" group is a unique profession of Cormyr. It is characterized by complete loyalty to the royal family and is very good at jointly releasing lightning magic and storm magic over a large area, which can easily destroy large areas of enemies.
The Royal Archmage is actually the leader of the "Battle Mage" group, responsible for daily affairs such as management and communication on behalf of the royal family.
The old war mage nodded without thinking: "Yes, I will temporarily control the magic knot of the palace on your behalf..."
Before he could finish his words, the huge black entity in the distance suddenly raised his right arm high and slammed it down at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
moment!
Everything the sharp claws passed seemed to have been erased by a giant eraser, and even the space was obviously distorted and split.
The swirling dark energy below boiled completely like a large burning black flame.
However, Karadna, who has always been good at observing, noticed that under the huge claws, there was a thin and fuzzy figure who blocked the blow with a sword that looked like a toothpick in comparison.
Although the confrontation was isolated by the dark power and did not emit the slightest sound, vibration or shock wave, the piercing power released from the sword made her recognize that it must be the incarnation of a certain god.
This discovery immediately made Karadna's nerves, which had been in a state of tension, instantly snap. Without any time to think about it, she immediately used a piece of magic equipment she was wearing to try to contact Yalusel himself to find out what happened.
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But unfortunately, no matter how I called, there was no response from the other side. I could only see a fierce but silent confrontation between the huge dark entity and the incarnation of the god.
The latter tried several times to launch sneak attacks from the blind spot of vision through divine teleportation, but without exception, the huge dark entity noticed it in advance and slapped it to the ground with its sharp claws.
The power of extreme darkness can absorb everything and swallow everything like a black hole!
Even the divine power blessed by the sword is constantly decreasing, and the light is getting dimmer.
And as the battle lasted longer and longer, even the sky above the city seemed to be obscured by an increasingly thick black curtain.
In fact, Cyric is already beginning to regret it.
Because he suddenly discovered that this unborn baby was far more powerful than he imagined.
Just relying on this incarnation, let alone taking it down, it won't take long for him to be sucked alive.
After all, he has long ceased to be a member of the powerful divine powers. Currently, he can barely maintain his weak divine power by relying on the priesthood of lies, and his incarnation is a demigod with only weak divine power.
The difference in power between demigods and deities is almost negligible.
Some powerful god-like powers can even pin demigods to the ground and blast them.
Among them, the ancient evil Chaos Demon Dog Kozif is a typical example.
No demigod would take the initiative to provoke it.
Not to mention a demigod, even Musk, the god of thieves with inferior divine power, did not dare to fight when being chased by Kozev and could only run away.
Unfortunately, this situation is happening again at this moment.
But what's even worse is that Cyric can't even escape.
Because he was in the energy vortex under the huge dark entity, his entire incarnation was firmly sucked by the invisible force, and he could neither retreat nor use any spells or teleportation of divine power.
In other words, this is not a battle he wants to fight, but it is impossible not to fight.
What's even more terrible is that Cyric's weapon - "Absolute Boundary" cannot touch Yalusel hidden inside the huge dark entity.
Several attacks were only able to cut or destroy parts of the arms or claws.
But within a few seconds, the missing part will be repaired by swallowing the dark energy converted by his own divine power.
The longer the battle lasts, the more divine power is lost until it can no longer support the incarnation.
You must know that weak divine power is not medium or even strong divine power. Every incarnation is very important. Once it is lost, it will take a long time to recover.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Take the dragon god Tiamat as an example. After her incarnation was destroyed, it took a full year to create a second one.
In addition, Cyric now relies entirely on this incarnation to make things happen in Faerûn, constantly luring those lunatics or lunatics who are mentally disturbed due to hatred, anger, and sadness to become his followers, in order to expand his influence.
If it is gone, we will completely lose control of the secret churches, large and small.
If it suffers another retaliatory attack, the weak divine power that was finally restored will turn back into the weakest demigod due to the sharp decrease in the number of believers.
Damn it!
How could it become like this?
The Prince of Lies roared crazily in his heart.
Because even as a god, he can't make any sound now, and he has tried several times to communicate mentally and try to stop the war, but he has not received any response.
The eyes of the huge dark entity emitted a terrifying red light, like a hungry beast that wanted to drain his divine power and tear the entire incarnation into pieces and swallow it.
But what Cyric didn't know was that from the moment he appeared, there were two figures who had been silently observing everything in the dark.
One of them, you know without asking, is naturally Shar, the goddess of the night, who knows all his plans.
The other one was Zuo Si, who had just visited the elves and dwarves.
Although they were enemies, neither of them had any intention of taking action. Instead, they maintained a strange tacit understanding of not interfering with each other.
But as more and more of Cyric's divine power was devoured, defeat was already a certainty. Shar then pursed her lips and sighed slightly: "What a pure and perfect darkness! It was enough from the moment of birth.
Comparable to weaker divine powers. He is almost like a child that I personally conceived."
"But he's not!"
Zuo Si interrupted the other party's speech bluntly.
However, Shar did not get angry because of this. Instead, he looked up and down with interest, and asked with a half-smile: "If I guessed correctly, this dark power should come from you, right? After all,
His mother is just a mortal, and only you can give her this extraordinary essence."
"So what are you trying to say?"
Zuo Si turned his head and stared into the eyes of the goddess of the night.
"I mean, since you also possess such pure dark power, why do you have to be my enemy?
Even if the entire crystal wall loses its light and returns to the coldness and darkness of its creation, it will not be a big loss for you.
Quite the opposite!
You may become stronger because of it.
There is no need for us to be enemies. Instead, we can become trusting and close allies.
After all, only you and I in this world truly understand what true darkness is."
When saying these words, Shar's tone and eyes revealed strong expectations.
Because things like strength attributes cannot be faked.
When a god or god-like power possesses such pure dark power, it means that he must have the same dark essence.
Facing the invitation from the Goddess of Night, Zuo Si just sneered and refused: "I'm sorry, I can't afford the price of forming an alliance with you.
What you desire is to turn against the gods of all Toril's walls.
Its essence is no different from when Cyric went crazy and declared that he was the only true god.
However, you behave more rationally, cautiously and carefully, and you have enough patience and are not in a hurry for success.
The biggest difference between us before is that I am a realist and will never continue to pay for those unrealistic ideals and goals.
What's more, possessing the essence of dark power does not mean agreeing with your idea that the world should be in coldness and darkness.
Good and evil, order and chaos, light and darkness...
The root cause of all these seemingly conflicting forces should be a relationship of mutual achievement, rather than one party having to destroy the other.
Because without the foil of darkness, people will not realize the preciousness of light; without the foil of evil, justice and kindness will become extremely cheap; without the foil of chaos, order will be regarded as a shackle that restricts freedom.
In the same way, people who have not experienced light can never understand the depth of darkness, and people who have not experienced kindness and justice cannot truly understand that evil has long been firmly bound to human nature and instinct. Only those who have tasted the power of absolute order
Only those in a pool of stagnant despair will understand that chaos can actually be a ladder for improvement, the only hope that can bring change to life.
There is a clown who is more evil and chaotic than the devil once said to his old enemy Batman, my life feels complete because of your existence.
I think this is the correct concept we should have regarding camps and ideological opposition.
As for you...
You are just a dark consciousness born from the original chaos of the crystal wall. You cannot understand this complex philosophical concept, nor do you understand the struggle of mortals between reason and instinct.
So although we both possess the power of darkness, we have no similarities at the cognitive level."
There is no doubt that these words instantly caused a ton of critical blow to Shar.
As one of the oldest twin goddesses in the world, she actually felt a condescending look from the other person's eyes and attitude, as if she would always show a playful smile to those gods who were born later.
This is a typical manifestation of a double sense of spiritual and psychological superiority.
"I don't see that you are still a neutral balancer!" Shar sneered and sarcastically said.
"No, I am not a neutral balancer, but a struggler who is the complete opposite.
This is like the respect Tempus, the god of war, paid to Eddas, the goddess of peace and springs.
Because he believed that without the support of peace, war would become meaningless.
And he understood that the essence of war is competition between each other, so even though he defeated Garrigos, he did not kill him. Instead, he allowed him to retain part of his power and continue to exist. At the same time, he also fought with the God of War of the Mulhorand pantheon.
Anhe constantly competes for influence.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is this never-ending competition that inspired the power of Tempus' divinity and priesthood, making him the most powerful god of war in the kingdom.
You could have maintained this healthy competitive relationship with your sister Suellen.
But your narrow-mindedness and short-sightedness ruined everything.
You thought you could weaken Su Lun or even kill him completely.
But in the process, his own power was constantly torn apart, and various new gods were born, including the first-generation magic goddess whose power surpassed his own.
Isn’t this the greatest irony?”
Zuo Si did not save any face for the Goddess of Night, and directly revealed all the opponent's past.
In his opinion, Shar is a typical example of someone who often does things that harm others but does not benefit oneself because her vision and structure are not big enough.
"Hmph! Then let's wait and see."
A hint of anger appeared on the beautiful face under the goddess's black veil, and then she planned to turn around and leave.
Just when she was about to start the interdimensional teleportation, she suddenly heard Zuo Si's warning coming from behind her.
"Remember to stay away from my heir, and don't try to exert any influence on him, because I will always keep an eye on him."
"Then what if he takes the initiative to approach me because he is attracted by the power of darkness?"
Shar stopped and turned around and asked calmly.
"Don't worry, this won't happen. Because I have better ones here."
Having said that, Zuo Si raised his hand to draw energy from the dark dimension and created a completely non-reflective black sphere in the palm of his hand. The energy emanating from it was up to 90% similar to the huge dark entity in the distance.
Obviously, there is a high probability that Yalusel's children have inherited or obtained extraordinary essence from the dark dimension, and may finally add a little power of the dark void.
Shar stared at the sphere shaped by dark energy for a full minute, then turned and left without saying a word.
Not long after her front feet took off, Cyric's incarnation was grabbed by the huge black entity with its claws and slowly stuffed into the abyss-like black mouth.
After realizing what the behemoth in front of him wanted to do, he immediately roared like crazy: "No!!!!!! You can't do this to me! I am God! Great Prince of Lies! You are blaspheming!"
But the huge black entity obviously turned a deaf ear and bit off the head of Cyric's incarnation with a single click. The creepy chewing sound and the divine blood dripping from a high place made all the gods paying attention in the dark
They all showed solemn expressions.
Then he ate the incarnation of weak divine power like spicy sticks and other small snacks one bite at a time.
In the end, only the artifact long sword was left floating in mid-air, wrapped in a dark energy.
Sudden!
The huge black entity began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it took only a few seconds to reveal Yalusel wrapped inside.
What was different from usual was that her round belly had returned to the flatness it had before pregnancy.
A ball of black energy was mixed with the crushed flesh and blood formed by the incarnation of the god, gradually condensing into the shape of a person.
To be exact, Zuo Si's heir has already been born.
But what is completely different from Little Annie is that he obviously has a complete and independent consciousness and thinking, and the shape he creates is not a baby, but a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.
It is not difficult to tell from the increasingly clear body shape that this should be a male, not a female.
Because the process of shaping the body is very, very slow, many people's necks start to feel sore when they look up and there is still no sign of it ending.
Almost exactly half an hour later, a handsome young man with long black hair, black eyes, very pale skin, a pair of sharp horns on his forehead, and a tight-fitting black armor was born in front of everyone.
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I saw him grabbing the weapon that originally belonged to Cyric and directly pouring his dark power into it. The entire sword body suddenly burned with black flames. The original metallic luster completely disappeared and was replaced by a black coating on the surface like asphalt.
plating.
"You...you are my child?"
Yalusel excitedly reached out his hand to touch the boy's cheek.
But before he could touch her, the latter immediately took two steps back and stopped her: "Don't touch me, mother. Because I can't control my power well now. Those boiling dark energy, divine power and divine blood will kill me."
Damn you."
Upon hearing this, Yalusel's raised hand immediately stopped in mid-air, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "Why were you so big when you were born?"
"Because I devoured Cyric's incarnation and turned all his knowledge and power into my own, I skipped the initial growth stage. In this regard, my father should know best."
As he said that, the boy who still had no name cast his gaze into the shadows not far away.
Following the direction of his eyes, Yalusel saw Zuo Si walking towards this side, with a look of surprise on his face.
"when did you come?"
"From the moment you rushed out with the regent guards."
Zuo Si gave the answer without thinking.
"So you were always watching?"
Yalusel raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
In her opinion, since the "baby's father" has already arrived, she should just show up and blast Cyric until he can no longer take care of himself.
Of course Zuo Si knew what his lover was thinking, and explained with a smile: "Yes, I've always been there.
But unless there is real danger, I will not take action easily.
Because the gods paying attention here are not only Cyric, but also many gods such as Shar, the goddess of the night.
They are the ones who really need to be guarded against.
What's more, Cyric has already been weakened by me to the point where he doesn't pose much of a threat.
The intensity of His incarnation is perfect for a child’s first meal after birth.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Father is right. Without this stupid and crazy God, I would still be in an ignorant baby state."
The young man fiddled with the long sword in his hand that had been completely assimilated by the dark power, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal a gloomy smile with a hint of evil.
"Well - well, it seems that you father and son have reached a consensus on this matter."
Yalusel held his forehead and sighed helplessly.
No need to ask, she knew that the child in her belly evolved directly from a baby to a teenager right after birth, which gave her a strong sense of loss and frustration.
As a result, all the childcare, education, etc. that I had prepared before were completely useless.
But the powerful strength shown by her son made the Iron Princess feel happy.
After all, in Faerûn, a world filled with all kinds of monsters, monsters, and evil gods, power is the foundation of everything.
The people of the Kingdom of Cormyr will absolutely support a king who can kill and devour the incarnation of the god.
"I think what you need most urgently now is a name, right?"
Zuo Si looked at the eyes of the young man in front of him that were exactly like his own and asked.
"name?
That's just a code name.
In fact, I have planned to give myself the title of Prince of Darkness.
Considering that in most cases, children’s names are given by their parents, you can just name me whatever you want.”
The young man spread his hands as if he didn't care.
It is not difficult to tell from his tone and attitude that his character, just like his appearance, is just in the rebellious stage of adolescence for ordinary human beings.
But what Zuo Si feels a little troubled now is that if all his children are born like this and their appearance and mental age are completely random, then the ethical relationship between the children will definitely be messed up in the future.
For example, he mentioned his younger brother to his daughter before, but the little guy's first reaction was "My younger brother is a new toy that won't break easily."
But now it seems that it is more likely that the elder sister will become the toy of the younger brother.
Yalusel obviously didn't notice Zuo Si's troubles. After lowering his head and thinking hard for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and said, "What do you think of the name Greya? Prince of Darkness Greya!"
"Hmm - it sounds pretty good, then I'll call you Grea from now on."
The boy simply accepted the name given by his mother.
Because he really didn't care at all. Instead, he was very interested in the sphere condensed with dark dimension energy in his father's hand. He tried to take it several times but failed in the end.
Looking at the surrounding area that was completely reduced to dust during the battle, as well as the flames soaring into the sky in other parts of the city, Yalusel turned his attention away from his son and asked with a frown: "How has things developed?
How will this end?"
"Isn't this simple?
Take this opportunity to declare all participants in the rebellion to be traitors.
Then uproot the aristocratic power of the entire Kingdom of Cormyr, completely eliminate the feudal rule that has lasted for thousands of years, and achieve centralization like an empire.
If you want to gain more political support, then ask for help from the Trade Alliance and then form a coalition to destroy anyone who dares to resist.
If it is not necessary, then you can let our son lead the army to fight.
It was a good opportunity to accumulate military merit and prestige, let the entire Faerûn continent see the overwhelming power he possessed, and lay the political capital for becoming the ruler of this land in the future.
It can be said that this conspiracy planned by Cyric has helped you a lot."
Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently caressed Yalusel's cheek and lips, and then placed it next to the other person's ear to point out the direction.
Although this princess has many shortcomings in her character, such as being reckless, impulsive, and eager to prove herself, one good thing is that she developed a strong admiration for him after being trained.
The most typical performance is to obey what is told and never hesitate.
And this is exactly what the left wants.
"That's right! These damn nobles gave me the perfect excuse to start a war this time! I need to worry about the political impact, so I can directly sweep them all into the trash heap of history."
Yalusel's eyes instantly shone, and he subconsciously leaned forward to kiss Zuo Si's lips, and then do some exercises that were good for his physical and mental health.
After all, the two of them had been discussing something related to military and politics in private before, and then they had a different feeling as the distance became closer and closer, and finally decided to take off their clothes and play a friendly match.
What's more, she had not been nourished for a long time during her pregnancy, and she had accumulated a lot of desires in her heart and wanted to find a channel to vent them.
But just when their lips were about to touch, Yalusel suddenly woke up and remembered that his son was standing beside him. He shivered uncontrollably, his face suddenly became red, and he made an excuse at random.
Then he turned around and ran towards the direction of the palace.
Looking at the retreating figure, Zuo Si asked without looking back: "What are your plans?"
"Plans? Not yet." Dark Prince Graya shook his head. "Because I need some time to digest the power gained from devouring Cyric's incarnation. But I want to follow you and learn for a while, is that okay?"
"Of course. It just so happens that you can also help me take care of Anne, your sister."
When he said these words, a hint of schadenfreude flashed in Zuo Si's eyes that was not easy to detect.
He was looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks the contrasting siblings Grea and Little Annie would create together.
There is a saying that goes well, if having children is not for fun, it would be meaningless.
"elder sister?"
The Prince of Darkness closed his eyes and quickly searched with his powerful perception. He quickly found the little girl who was related to him by blood. The corner of his mouth twitched and asked: "Why is she so young? And her mind is so immature?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zuo Si smiled and replied: "I'm not sure about this either.
Maybe she was more affected by the Dark Void, or maybe she didn't have an incarnation of a god to eat when she was born.
In short, you may have to get along with each other for a long time in the future.
Of course, before that, you need to establish your unshakable position in the Kingdom of Cormyr.
Because you will inherit the throne and rule this country in the future."
"I don't understand what's the point of ruling a kingdom like Cormyr? I have no need for the faith of those mortals, nor am I interested in the resources their lands produce."
A puzzled look appeared on Grea's face.
"This is not simply a matter of ruling the Kingdom of Cormyr, but involves the rules of the crystal wall system where the planet Toril is located and even the universe.
It's very cumbersome to explain.
Believe me, becoming the King of Cormyr will help you gain a lot of extra power and convenience.
You can even form allies with some like-minded gods."
After saying that, Zuo Si threw a black energy ball in his hand to his son, and then patted his shoulder.
"That's why I said I need to learn. Because I know too little about this world."
Grace immediately became very happy after getting the energy ball, constantly absorbing and injecting energy repeatedly to feel the changes inside.
Zuo Si corrected: "No, you need to understand not just this world, but the entire vast multiverse. Go find your mother now, she needs your help."
"knew."
The Prince of Darkness instantly turned into a ball of shadow and disappeared.
Obviously, he has been connected to the Shadow Plane from the moment he was born, and can use this plane to teleport like Shar.
It is even easy to control top shadow creatures such as Shadow King and Shadow Dragon, and build a kingdom of your own inside.
"Next I have to deal with the aftermath a little bit."
With a whisper that only he could hear, Zuo Si directly used teleportation magic to reach Duke Shafa's home.
At this moment in the living room, a middle-aged lady was leaning nervously on the window and peering out into the street. Two boys of thirteen or fourteen had already put on armor, holding sharp swords in their hands.
A young girl in her twenties held a sleeping baby in her arms.
You don't need to ask to know that these people are the wives and children of Duke Shafa.
And that baby is the current King of Cormyr, Assan V.
When he saw a stranger breaking in, the oldest boy immediately stood up, raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "Who is it? What is their intention to break into our home?"
"I just want to inform you that Duke Shafa's coup failed.
Most of the Purple Dragon Legion he led were killed, and some surrendered. Even he himself died because of his involvement in the conspiracy of the Prince of Lies, Cyric.
But don't worry.
If nothing else goes wrong, the regent Princess Yalusel will soon lead the army to capture the rebels throughout the city.
By then, no one in your family, who is the culprit, will be able to survive.
Now, leave Assan V to me.
Because if he stays here, there is only death waiting for him."
Zuo Si obviously didn't care about the life or death of the people in the room, and he didn't have the slightest sympathy. He directly extended his hand to the girl who was suspected to be the eldest daughter.
"No! Don't even think about it! I swore in front of my father that I would protect the king with my own life and never hand over your majesty to anyone!"
"That's right! If you want to take His Majesty away, you have to step over our corpses!"
The two boys became extremely excited when they learned the news that their father had been defeated and killed in the battle. They kept brandishing their swords in an attempt to drive back the sudden intruder.
But when the swords in their hands were still half a meter away from Zuo Si, they seemed to be hindered by some invisible force field. Not to mention thrusting in, even if they got close, they would be knocked away instantly.
As a mother, the noble lady's pupils suddenly dilated when she saw this scene. She obviously realized what this level of magical protection meant. She immediately raised her hand to stop the two sons' nonsense, took a deep breath and asked: "Can I
Do you know your name?"
"You can call me Soth."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and showed his identity openly.
The original solemn expression on the lady's face turned into a desperate bitter smile in an instant: "I knew it would be like this. Welcome to your presence, Your Majesty the Emperor of the West Coast Empire. But I obviously have no intention to serve you according to etiquette now.
Tea, coffee and snacks will be served, please forgive me."
"Emperor...Emperor?!"
The eldest daughter holding the baby obviously understood who the young man standing in the living room was at this moment. She was shaking violently uncontrollably. She also realized that there was no need for the other person to lie. As the head of the family, Duke Schaffa really
already dead.
"It doesn't matter. I don't really like those complicated and boring etiquette anyway. Just leave the baby to me."
Zuo Si once again emphasized his purpose of coming.
Although he did not intend to save the family, he also had no intention of killing anyone himself, but wanted to achieve his goal as peacefully as possible.
"May I know what you will do with His Majesty Assan V?"
The lady raised her head and asked cautiously.
Zuo Si replied very simply: "I will send him to other worlds, find a family who wants children to adopt him, and live an ordinary life with an ordinary identity."
This sentence instantly made the noble lady who was originally in despair grasp the last straw, pointing to her two sons and one daughter and asking: "What about them? Can they also be pardoned by your mercy? They can start a family.
Take care of His Majesty Assan V.”
"Sorry, no.
Because the reason Assan V was pardoned is that he still knows nothing and understands nothing.
But your child already knows what pain and hatred are.
The greatest kindness I can give them is to leave it alone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! You can dress them up as civilians or beggars, and find a way to send Yalusel out of the city to escape before they arrive.
As for whether you can escape the pursuit, you have to ask the goddess of luck, Taimora."
Zuo Si gave an idea that wasn't too bad with an expressionless face.
Of course, even if they disguise themselves as civilians and beggars and successfully escape from the city, the probability of these three young people surviving will never exceed 10%.
Because the Cormyr royal family controls the group of battle mages, they can directly locate them through prophecy magic and then teleport them there to capture them.
For the culprit who incited rebellion, it is a basic operation to completely eliminate his entire family, and he must be killed no matter what the cost.
But if this family collects equipment that can block magic detection, that's another story.
"Catherine, please give the baby in your arms to His Majesty the Emperor. I'm afraid we can no longer protect him." The lady ordered her eldest daughter.
The latter obviously hesitated, but still chose to follow his mother's instructions.
In this way, Zuo Si, who successfully received Asan V, directly activated the planeswalker's spark and disappeared.
Shafa's family had to flee.
They didn't even have time to pack up and pay their respects. They just took a small amount of gold, silver and jewelry, put on servants' clothes and slipped out through the back door under the cover of night.
As for those servants, without exception, they were killed by the ruthless noble lady and turned into corpses lying in a pool of blood. They even used scrolls to turn several corpses into themselves and their children, and then changed them into
Luxurious clothes as disguise.
If you don't do this, once the troops loyal to the Princess Regent rush in to arrest people, the information about their escape will be exposed instantly.
Although there is a certain chance that this will be exposed, at least it can buy the most precious time in the early stage.
As long as you can quickly leave the territory of the Kingdom of Cormyr, your chances of surviving will be greatly increased.
You don't need to ask to know that this is why Zuo Si has never had sympathy for the powerful class, even the "innocents" in the modern legal sense, even the "good guys" in the eyes of most people.
Because you have no idea whether those so-called "kindness" is a performance or really comes from the heart.
Only when faced with a life-or-death decision will they tear off all disguises and show themselves to be evil, callous, ruthless, despicable and cruel.
It is basically impossible for a kind person to become a qualified ruler, let alone suppress all forces to maintain good order and balance.
So when people in the ruling class try to show their kind side, they are basically putting on a show.
Obviously, Shafa's family is the most typical example.
You must know that they are usually respectable noble models. Not only do they often give alms to beggars and help the poor, but they also donate to the church of Ilmat, the god of suffering.
No matter from any angle, he is an out-and-out "good person".
But what if it really comes to a life-and-death moment?
The kind-hearted lady did not hesitate to kill more than a dozen innocent servants, including the personal maids who had been with her for twenty or thirty years like sisters...