"Would you like to have some fun in your eternal life? Haha, it seems that the familiar magic goddess is coming back."
Feeling the slight vibration coming from the magic network around him, Zuo Si chuckled and muttered something to himself.
Because he understood that Midnight was just gradually returning to the essence of the Magic Network - chaos.
After all, the first-generation magic goddess Mythril was a chaotic neutral camp, representing the original and most primitive state of the magic network.
The second-generation magic goddess Mystra is rather strange. Due to some unknown reason, she often vacillates between the lawful and chaotic camps, but generally the tendency most of the time is chaos. Those numerous voters and lovers are
The best proof.
As for the third-generation magic goddess Midnight, she was obviously neutral and good at the beginning.
But then it gradually began to deviate towards absolute neutrality, and now it has crossed the central axis and is developing towards chaotic neutrality.
It is foreseeable that she will eventually become more and more similar to the previous two.
Whether it is the mystery and elusiveness of the first-generation Magic Goddess, or the capriciousness and wantonness of the second-generation Magic Goddess, they will gradually become part of their character.
This is determined by the core essence of the magic network and is not based on Midnight's personal will.
To a certain extent, being a god in this universe is actually quite sad.
No matter what ambitions, ambitions and wishes they had when they were mortals, they will inevitably become less and less like their original selves after becoming gods.
Let’s not go too far, let’s take a look at the three people who successfully became gods as mortals after the Year of Turmoil, Midnight, Kelanvor and Cyric.
Kelanvor, who has become the god of death, is becoming more and more indifferent, and the kindness he originally brought from his mortal nature is gradually fading away, and his whole person exudes a cold and ruthless atmosphere.
After all, how could a god who dealt with the dead all day be so cheerful?
Of course, this is one of the common characteristics of almost all gods of death.
Not to mention Cyric, who is a typical psychopath whose sanity is eroded by divinity and priesthood. He has long been completely separated from his mortal self, who was struggling between good and evil.
If there was anything he had left over from his mortal days, it was his deep hatred for his two teammates, Midnight and Cranvor.
And Midnight is gradually abandoning what she insisted on when she was a mortal and becoming more and more like the second-generation magic goddess.
Therefore, even though there are countless geniuses and careerists in Faerûn who want to become one of them, Zuo Si has always regarded them as brooms, and even regarded gods as chess pieces that can be manipulated and fooled.
Because as long as you understand the nature of a god, as well as what he desires and the goals he wants to achieve, there is theoretically a lot of room for maneuver.
After all, gods are not like mortals and are very easy to be coerced and bribed to change, or even change their stance due to the influence of external environmental factors.
This is just like Tyr, the God of Justice, who will never give up his pursuit of fairness and justice, Ilmat, the God of Suffering, who will never give up aiding the poor at the bottom of society, and Bane, the God of Tyranny, who will never give up on those powerful dictators.
support.
The purity of the gods makes dealing with them far easier than dealing with mortals.
At least that's how it seems to Zuo Si.
Just when he was thinking about the changes that the midnight transformation of the Magic Goddess would bring to the world, Tempus, the God of War who had been waiting for a long time, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and walked over and asked directly: "What did you say to the Magic Goddess just now?"
What is mom talking about?"
"Nothing, it's just about the war launched by Asmodeus and some more private personal issues." Zuo Si replied with a shrug.
"Ha! What a coincidence! I am also here for this war. I believe that with your wisdom, you should have guessed my intention, right?"
Tempus is obviously the kind of god who doesn't like to beat around the bush, and expresses his intentions straight to the point.
Because this is not difficult to guess, it is completely obvious.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "Of course.
As a warrior and the god of war, you naturally hope that this war that affects the entire universe can continue forever.
In fact, according to my judgment, it will indeed become long-term and lasting like a bloody war.
But if you want to get involved, I think now is not the time. You should wait until the two sides break out a round of war to determine the future eternal battlefield.
At that time, you and your followers will be free to join any party as mercenaries."
"You mean... Asmodeus's invincible demon army will be blocked somewhere?"
Tempus's eyes shone slightly, showing a very interested expression.
Because from what he observed, currently no one in the entire Seventh Heaven Mountain can stop the Lord of Hell’s overwhelming victory.
And judging by his posture, Asmodeus is completely on his way to destroying the entire plane and the Seven Heavens.
This is the revenge that he has been planning for tens of millions of years or even longer, and he will never stop before achieving his goal.
"That's inevitable.
Because even if the good camp can't stand it, aren't there still elements from the inner plane?
Don't forget, when the Queen of Chaos swept the universe with demons, many elemental dukes and princes intervened.
The first rule of this universe from the beginning is the balance of camps.
Regardless of good, evil, order, or chaos, no one can overpower the other to dominate the entire universe.
If anyone has such thoughts and takes actual actions, then the most powerful neutral camp will intervene and make him realize the reality.
I admit that the great Lord of Hell does have unfathomable wisdom and strategies, but as long as he remains within this framework, he cannot escape the restrictions of the rules.
The only suspense is how many members of the Seven Heavenly Council of Heavens will die in this war, and to what extent the Seven Heavens Mountain will be destroyed.
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I can 100% assure you that this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen.
Because other lofty planes will not allow it, and neither will the inner elemental plane."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and gave his judgment openly and openly.
"So that's why you didn't join in? You knew Asmodeus couldn't win?"
Tempus raised his eyebrows as if he understood something.
Zuo Si chuckled and explained: I "have part of the reason.
After all, I am a person who hates losing, and what I hate even more than a clean loss is being stuck in an endless tug of war.
Just like the Blood War, have you seen me take any other action besides letting Zariel, the Archangel of Khorne, go to the front lines in my place?
I won't do anything stupid like this where the investment and return are completely disproportionate.
The reason why I got involved in bloody battles before was because my relationship with Asmodeus was that of a superior and subordinate, so I had to fulfill my obligations.
But now, he and I are equal in status, so there is no need to accompany him to play this kind of game that is destined to be unrewarding."
"Well, it seems like you won't be on my side this time, right?"
A trace of disappointment appeared on Tempus' face.
After all, he wanted to join forces with this planeswalker to do something big.
"No!
Quite the opposite.
My goal is actually the same as yours, which is to stabilize this war as soon as possible, and then transform it from a fierce fight to a relatively mild confrontation like a bloody battle.
In fact, with the help of the goddess of wealth, Wojin, and her church, the ninth plane I rule has begun to sell weapons, potions, and equipment to those lofty planes.
In this way, the gap in weapons and technology between the two sides can be quickly leveled.
If you are interested, I can also involve your believers and churches."
Zuo Si took his time and sent an invitation to the God of War.
Because this is a war that may affect many planes and countless gods.
The measly smuggling volume of Watkin's church alone cannot satisfy such a huge and hungry demand in the entire upper plane.
As for the ban issued by the Lord of Hell, it had already become a piece of waste paper in his eyes.
I believe that with Asmodeus's IQ, he must also know this, but both parties are smart people and no one will be stupid enough to expose it.
Because the King of Devils is a completely rational political creature.
Would he gain anything from breaking up?
The answer is obviously no.
Not only will he lose important sources of weapons and equipment and souls from other planes and universes, but he will also create a dangerous enemy for himself for no reason, and even cause the current political structure within the devil to tear apart.
Therefore, compared with the enemy getting a small amount of weapons and equipment, leaving Zuo Si, the planeswalker, in Baator Hell can ensure maximum benefits.
Therefore, the Lord of Hell will only turn a blind eye to the enemy-supporting behavior of the ninth level arms group.
Even if some ignorant guy exposes this matter, Asmodeus will only choose to kill people and silence them, and then announce to the public that there is no such thing at all. Soth is innocent and has never violated anything by being loyal to hell.
Laws and rules.
Although it sounds outrageous and dark, this is the quality that a mature and rational politician should have.
After all, the losses he caused were nothing compared to the huge benefits Zuo Si could bring.
This is why Zuo Si firmly believes that if a person is kind, he will never be good at politics, and if a person is good at politics, he will never be kind.
The two are fundamentally opposed.
As for the set of rules followed by Seventh Heaven Mountain, they are not qualified to be called "politics" at all, but are closer to a group of rigid machines that only execute according to rules and regulations.
Once there is a problem with the rules and regulations, internal chaos will fall into chaos within minutes.
In contrast, the devil on the evil side will try every means to get around or take advantage of loopholes.
"He is indeed the devil prince who established the ninth level of hell from scratch, and is the greatest devil second only to Asmodeus."
The Yin Red Knight was obviously more intelligent than his father, and he immediately understood why the other party dared to carry out such an operation without fear.
To be precise, she was frightened by the silent understanding and extremely rational political thinking between Zuo Si and Asmodeus.
I also understand why many scholars say that the devil in hell is the most terrifying conspiracy master and political machine in the universe.
The most terrifying thing about devils is that they clearly know that the people around them may be enemies, but they are able to form a tacit understanding and even cooperation while constantly fighting against each other.
Before there is absolute certainty, no one will fall out easily, but will maintain a superficial unity.
If it were demons or yugoloths, they would probably start stabbing each other long ago.
"Haha, that's a prize."
Zuo Sichong smiled at the goddess of strategy.
He still has a good impression of the daughter of the God of War.
After all, in Faerûn, there are not many such rational goddesses.
Even excluding camp factors, most goddesses are either willful, paranoid, crazy, too naive and idealistic, or they are full of thoughts about doing things and making big things.
"So how exactly do you plan to cooperate?"
The Red Knight took over from Tempus and began to prepare for negotiations.
To be precise, almost every time the latter wanted to sign some agreement with other gods, she would step in to prevent her father's chaotic nature from falling into a trap.
Zuo Si responded very simply: "The way of cooperation is very simple.
I will provide weapons, equipment, potions and corresponding selling prices, and you will use your neutral status to sell them to the armies of the good camp.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I will not be responsible for delivery, nor will I provide any after-sales service.
It won't even go through normal trading channels, but will be shipped out through smuggling.
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After I come back, I will exchange your share for what you need, including money and various goods and services.
As for the proportion of sharing, let’s keep it at 40-60 for the time being.
You get 40%, I get 60%."
"Being a middleman selling arms?"
Tempus rubbed his chin, obviously not very interested in this kind of business practice.
Because there is nothing business-related in his ministry.
"Father God, this is to balance the power of both parties, so that you can intervene in this unprecedented and grand war as soon as possible and safely, and it can also increase your influence." Yin Hong Knight persuaded solemnly.
"Okay, let's do this first. I will let the church and believers cooperate with you, and you will be responsible."
After that, Tempus left the stall directly to his daughter and chose to leave directly.
He had already gotten what he wanted to know, and all that was left was to patiently wait for the best opportunity to make an entry.
On the contrary, Yin Hong Knight stayed and discussed with Zuo Si for two or three hours, and only signed a contract after repeatedly confirming that there were no problems.
Eventually, the God of War Tempus and his daughter, the Red Knight, also sent people to the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level and began their career as arms dealers.
In just a few weeks, they sold all kinds of weapons, equipment and medicines everywhere.
Compared to the cunning and greed of followers of the goddess of wealth, Watkin, the greatest advantage of followers of Tempus and the Scarlet Knight is sincerity.
They never sit back and raise prices, nor do they care about profits. They just want to deliver the goods to the troops in need as soon as possible, and then watch the two sides fight evenly on the battlefield.
Over time, we actually established good business credit.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.
After signing the contract with the Red Knight, he returned directly to the palace in Calimport.
As the rule of the West Coast Empire becomes more and more stable and becomes more and more popular, the most important, most populous, and most prosperous city in the south of Faerûn has completely changed into something else.
If it weren't for the majestic and huge palace still there, people would hardly be able to see the slightest trace of the past.
Almost all the ancient buildings have been demolished, and the streets have gone through rounds of planning and reconstruction, and they look a bit like modern metropolises on Earth.
There are countless airships, magic ships, and small aircraft in the sky traveling to and from various places and even different planes.
On the ground, there are carriages, magical vehicles driven by mystery locks, and a public transportation network similar to the subway located underground.
Electric lamps and magic lamps have completely replaced torches, oil lamps, and even the eternal flame torches have been replaced.
A wide variety of shops and services, entertainment venues are scattered throughout the streets and alleys, and the port is extremely busy all year round.
The most important thing is that due to the popularity of magic locks, ordinary people can also enjoy the convenience of magic through specific spells.
But this has also directly led to the complete elimination of professionals who perform purely manual labor.
No matter in the dock area or the airship loading and unloading area, there are no more shirtless workers carrying goods, only warehouse managers who use spells to make boxes float in mid-air.
As for those eliminated manual workers, basically all were forced to leave the city and settle in villages and towns without magic locks.
Only there can they still find jobs to support their families.
It can be predicted that as these people age and die, and society's demand for manual workers declines, the quality of the entire empire's population will take a big step forward.
Everyone is optimistic that the great West Coast Empire will continue to develop rapidly and lead the world into an era of unprecedented prosperity.
Many scholars have even begun to claim that the empire has surpassed the civilization established by the elves in all aspects, as well as the Netherese era that was often praised by spellcasters in the past.
Candlekeep even wrote the "Chronicle of Miracles" starting from the year Zuo Si arrived in Faerûn.
The bureaucracy claimed that under the rule of the empire, no one had died due to poverty, hunger and cold for many years.
This is an amazing achievement in Faerûn and is definitely worthy of a special mention.
In short, in the eyes of most people, the future situation is not as simple as good, but great.
Only Zuo Si himself knew that the West Coast Empire was not far away from touching the ceiling of its development.
Because this is a world where technology is limited, and no matter how magic develops, it is difficult to truly benefit the lower classes.
After all, the threshold for becoming a mage and the financial resources required are there.
Especially things like genius are always scarce no matter where they are.
Therefore, Zuo Si has shifted from actively developing the empire he built with his own hands to maintaining it.
After briefly meeting with the important ministers and listening to their reports, he went straight to the harem to meet his queen and his daughter, who was enjoying family happiness.
"When did you come back?"
Ayesha quickly stood up and curtsied to her husband.
"Just got back. You guys seemed to have a good chat?"
Zuo Si glanced at little Annie sitting obediently on the chair, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Because this rebellious little thing is surprisingly honest in front of his mother.
Could it be that this is the so-called "distance creates beauty"?
Because the time they spent together was relatively short, coupled with the unconditional doting, there was no conflict between little Annie and her mother, and they naturally became closer?
Aisha responded with a smile: "Of course. This is my baby girl. Even if she suddenly grows up so much, I can still recognize her at a glance."
"Oh? Then has she ever said what she has done in the past two years?"
Zuo Si asked with a half-smile.
moment!
The girl who was extremely well-behaved one second had a frightened expression on her face the next, and at the same time she kept signaling with her eyes not to say anything.
Obviously, she didn't mention a word about the rebellious part.
"Isn't it just traveling in different time and space to collect things that interest you?"
Ayesha blinked her eyes in confusion.
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "You underestimate our daughter too much. Do you know? In the civil war of the drow god system not long ago, she used a super magic after awakening her planeswalker spark, and instantly destroyed her eyes.
The incarnation of the Demonic Mistress exploded."
"Wha...what? What did you say she exploded?"
Aisha's pupils suddenly dilated, contracted, and then dilated again, and her whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
You must know that she is a descendant who has received personal guidance from Xia En VII, and is also a mage with a spellcasting level of up to LV15.
Yes, you read that right.
With nearly unlimited resources and the guidance of a large number of legendary mages, the queen of the West Coast Empire has become a high-level mage who masters eight-ring magic.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible for her not to know what the incarnation of the Beholder Mistress means.
That is a terrifying wild god that is comparable to powerful divine power. It existed at the birth of the universe and is the ancestor of all beholders.
Such a being that even the gods feared and feared was actually killed by his own daughter in an incarnation?
How is this possible!
Whenever this news comes from other people's mouth, she will think that the other person is joking.
But the problem is that the person who is saying this now is her husband, the biological father of her daughter.
Based on Aisha's understanding of Zuo Si, she didn't think her husband would joke about this kind of thing.
"The incarnation of the Great Mistress of the Beholder. Yes, she is the one who rules the kingdom of thousands of eyes."
Zuo Si repeated it very simply.
The next second...
Aisha was so excited that she rolled her eyes and fainted.
But before she could fall to the ground on her back, Zuo Si hugged her and gently laid her flat on the chair next to her.
"Damn it! Why did you tell your mother such a thing? She is just a mortal!"
Little Annie stood up angrily and asked.
"Why, you can't calm down anymore?
I haven't told him yet that you created that magic to use against me.
If you really care about Ayesha, it's best to remember that no matter what happens, we are an inseparable family.
Next time you want to do something, you'd better consider whether it will cause harm to the family."
As he spoke, Zuo Si reached out and gently stroked his daughter's hair and cheeks.
This time, the girl did not make any evasive movements, but showed a slightly frightened look in her eyes. At the same time, she used the corner of her eye to glance at her mother who fell into a coma due to excessive emotion.
If it were before that she was not sensible at all, she would not consider her mother's feelings.
But now, as her mental age continues to increase, she has gradually begun to have things she cares about and fears.
As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless.
Only newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, just like newborn human babies are not afraid of anything and will put anything they catch into their mouths.
When I was in my teens or 20s, I felt that the whole world was waiting for me to conquer, and I would definitely be able to stand out and realize my inner ideals, and even become a leader of the times.
But when they enter society and receive severe beatings, they gradually understand how difficult it is to be an adult. It turns out that the world does not revolve around them, and they are just mediocre ordinary people.
The huge sense of gap can even make some people psychologically unbalanced and start to blame their mediocre parents for giving birth to them and allowing themselves to accept this cruel fate.
After all the hard work, they finally find a stable job and start getting married and having children, and they begin to place their hopes on their children, hoping that their children will not follow their own old path and can change their destiny by studying hard and entering a prestigious school.
But soon they will find that their children are not geniuses, but just ordinary people like themselves.
Not to mention getting into a prestigious school to achieve a class leap, it is not an easy thing to successfully get into college and graduate smoothly.
Therefore, in Zuo Si's view, the lives of most ordinary people are actually divided into three stages. First, they are subject to the mediocrity of their parents, then they accept their own mediocrity, and finally they accept the mediocrity of their children.
When all three stages have been experienced, a person has been completely domesticated by society, or the ruling class.
Although little Annie, a quasi-god and planeswalker, is far from mediocre, she has now begun to understand fear and awe.
This is obviously a very good start.
Because only when people know fear and awe can they be tamed.
"Sorry, father, I was wrong before. Please don't tell mother those things. I don't want to make her worry."
For the first time, little Annie chose to lower her head and admit her mistake.
The corners of Zuo Si's mouth raised slightly, he held his daughter's face and whispered softly: "No problem, I promise you will keep the secret. After all, you are my beloved daughter. No matter what you have done wrong, you can be forgiven as long as you are willing to admit it."
"Thanks……"
The girl's face turned slightly red and she looked awkward and embarrassed.
"Okay, now use your magic to wake her up. Later, the three of us will have a meal together. Later, I will officially announce to the public that you are the only legal heir to the West Coast Empire."
Zuo Si, who is proficient in psychology, obviously knows when enough is enough, and immediately stopped further persecution, and instead assumed the posture of a loving father.
In this way, a warm family gathering was soon held in the hall of the Queen's palace.
Although Aisha was a little unable to accept it at first, her daughter, who was only a few years old, could actually defeat such a terrifying existence as the Beholder Mother.
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After all, no matter what, this is a piece of meat that fell from her body.
Moreover, the sight of father and daughter living in harmony made Ayesha relieved of her worries, and she privately discussed with Zuo Si whether to practice another trumpet.
Due to the traditional education she received from Kalingshan since she was a child, she actually deeply admires having more children. It's not enough to just have one daughter. It would be better to have several sons.
At that time, the rule of the entire royal family will be completely stable.
Zuo Si only superficially agreed to this and fulfilled his obligations as a husband, but he had no intention of impregnating Aisha again.
Because through the several existing heirs, he has confirmed that the seeds of the Dark Void are too unstable and will lead to many unpredictable and dangerous situations.
Especially Ayesha, who is one of her daughter's few weaknesses now, must not have any accidents.
In contrast, little Annie, who has always wanted an obedient younger brother or sister, fully supports her parents' trumpet practice and even gave her a name.
Just when Zuo Si was taking a rare vacation to enjoy training his daughter, far away in the kingdom of Talona, the goddess of natural circulation, another of his children was about to be born.
To be exact, the entire country is currently in a state of turmoil due to this little guy.
"Great...great goddess, the sacrifice you want is ready."
A female petitioner knelt on the ground trembling from a distance.
Because not far away, there are countless corpses piled up densely, including humanoid creatures and non-human creatures like giant dragons and beasts.
There were so many of them that they formed a huge pit of bones that was not even deep.
And the culprit behind all this is the round belly of my own goddess.
The terrifying son of God who is about to be born will continue to devour the life force and kill the surrounding animals or plants in an instant.
Moreover, the unlucky guy who was killed cannot be resurrected in any way, not even the goddess herself.
Those who can do this are basically ancient evil objects.
For example, the Nightmare Serpent Dendel, and the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif.
"Very good! My baby happens to be hungry too, so let him eat this last meal and prepare for birth."
With that said, Talona stood up from the lounge chair and walked straight to the balcony outside, looking down at the sacrifices that seemed to sense their own fate.
The fetus in the belly seemed to understand what the mother said, and immediately released a terrifying aura that swept over the creatures who were driven to the edge of the pit.
The next second...
Their bodies began to fester, decay, and die without any warning.
The whole process was so fast that I didn't even have time to feel the pain before I was completely dead.
The most important thing is that this is not death in the ordinary sense, but that even the soul has completely disappeared.
When the golem began to sweep the corpses into the pit of bones, a sharp pain came from Talona's abdomen, causing her to hold on to the wall and let out a low roar of pain.
"Great... great goddess, do you need me to inform Lord Soth? After all, he is the father of the Son of God."
The female petitioner asked cautiously with a trembling voice.
Talona immediately waved her hand: "No, don't tell Soss yet. Wait until I give birth to confirm the identity of the child. Get out now and keep everyone away from here."
"As you wish!"
The female petitioner did not dare to hesitate at all, and directly activated the magic to teleport away.
Not only her, but other petitioners around her also had the same reaction.
They had witnessed with their own eyes all the horrific scenes of the goddess during her pregnancy, and they were afraid that if they ran too slowly, they would be devoured by the Son of God when he was born.
After everyone ran away, Talona just endured the severe pain and laughed like a madman: "Hahahaha! Finally... my and Sos's first child is about to be born! Come on, dear baby.
, let me see what you are."
The words have not yet been spoken!
An invisible force directly pierced the goddess's lower abdomen, opening a slap-sized hole in it.
You must know that Talona is now an out-and-out powerful god, and she is also the god of nature. Her defense and shield are enough to withstand a divine impact of the same level.
But now, this kind of defense has been easily torn open.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The pain made the goddess couldn't help but scream.
But she didn't take any action, and instead allowed a bloody and indescribable thing to crawl out of her stomach.
It looks so distorted that it's impossible to identify gender, or even race.
Just when Talona thought this was her child, the bloody and indescribable thing suddenly exploded without warning.
boom!!!!!
The powerful impact instantly leveled the entire building and the surrounding hills to the ground.
She herself also took several steps back before barely regaining her balance.
Then, she saw a scene that shocked and couldn't understand her.
I saw that the flesh and blood flying all over the sky in the explosion were dying in an unbelievable way, and then they were put back together again, finally forming a shape that seemed human but not human.
Talona didn't even care about the huge hole in her stomach, but wanted to get closer to check the situation.
But in just a moment, the former disappeared out of thin air, with no intention of communicating with the mother who gave birth to him.
Damn it!
This is really troublesome!
Talona's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Because she never expected that this child, who was very obedient during pregnancy, would run away immediately after birth.
If I had known this, I would have called Zuo Si over to take charge of the aftermath.
But now it's too late.
"Great goddess, are you okay?"
A petitioner teleported over instantly, staring with concern at the bloody hole in his abdomen that was healing at an extremely slow speed, with nervousness and concern in his eyes.
Because according to the god's recovery speed, an injury like this would normally only take a few seconds to heal.
But now, although he is still healing, the speed is many times slower.
The remaining blood seems to be affecting the divine power.
"I'm fine. But the newly born child escaped for some reason. Send people to trace it immediately. I want to know where he went as soon as possible."
Talona gave the search order with an anxious look.
"What?! You...you lost the Son of God?"
The petitioner felt that his scalp was numb and the whole sky was falling.
Let them find an ancestor who regards all life as food?
What a joke!
It is estimated that if you encounter it, you will basically die, and you won't be able to run away even if you want to.
The question is that the order given by the goddess is absolute and must be carried out whether you like it or not.
Finally, after a flurry of excitement, countless spies left the country and began to go to the nearest plane to inquire for information.
…
At the same time, it is located on the second level of the Seventh Heaven Mountain.
Asmodeus is confronting the allied forces of the Seven Celestial Spirits across a river.
As Mochulia is called the "Golden Heaven", although the air here is very thin, it is full of positive energy symbolizing hope, and golden light fills every corner of the entire plane.
In sharp contrast to the first floor which only has night, the second floor only has day but no night.
Huge tombs and mausoleums everywhere bury those noble warriors who fought to death for good and just causes.
This is their resting place, and it is also a country where the dead are buried.
Every archon has two ultimate wishes.
One is to be able to go to the highest level of the mountain - Cronias - in his lifetime, because it symbolizes the recognition of the will of the plane. It is said that all those who enter the seventh level never return.
The second one can be buried in Mochulia after death, where he can receive sacrifices and respect from his followers together with other companions who died in battle.
The former is a wish while alive, while the latter is a wish after death.
But now, Mochulia is no longer peaceful as usual. The mighty demon army has completely ignited this level. Fires and ruins of cities and villages can be seen everywhere, which is enough to make any person from the good camp feel angry.
Just when the battle was about to break out, the Son of God, who had escaped from Talona before, suddenly appeared out of thin air above the two armies without any warning.
Only this time, he no longer resembles a human being, but has tentacles covered with spikes extending from his body.
Before the Archon Protoss could react to what happened, this dangerous little thing hit the ground with a loud bang.
Immediately afterwards, countless tentacles flew around like explosions, forming an extremely shocking spray of tentacles.
Thousands of Archon gods were directly pierced in this way, and then pulled back to the Son of God.
Their bodies, which originally exuded golden and silver brilliance, festered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they all died before even wailing.
But the devoured energy was transformed and preserved in another creepy way.