The vibrations that day in Azgrat alarmed many demons and demons, but they soon became uninterested.

If it had been a male demon, a devil, or a dragon that had caused this little disturbance, Grazt would have not hesitated to let him die, but since it was only the unintentional act of a beautiful and elegant lady in a fit of rage, he would have only asked for some compensation and sent her out of his own territory - it wasn't any of his most cherished ivory towers that had collapsed, anyway, it was just a tower of souls that all demon monarchs could build in an instant. He was able to tolerate the witch king Igvilv, who had imprisoned him for hundreds of years, and had a offspring with her (and was ready to have another one now), and the demon lord could also be said to be in a position of opposition to such a fiery and powerful Red Dragon, who was equally cruel and cunning, but what Gredy had was not enough to satisfy his appetite, and he rejected Gredi, but for the time being, he did not mean that he would immediately stand in a hostile position. To appease the dragon lady's anger, he handed Gray the first piece of amber-encrusted sulphur, "a soul." He promised, "If you want to capture or recall a soul that is with me, throw this brimstone into the flames, and I will give it back to you." ”

The gift may be as small as a grain of sand, but it can also be said to be as valuable as a palace of gold, depending on how Gredi uses it, but Grazt felt that she would use it carefully and carefully—at any rate, the soul of the priest who had once belonged to Greti was at her feet when she left Azgrat but Greti did not even give her a moment's pause.

"She's not a god. Thrazissa said that she was one of the daughters of Grazt, who was ugly, but loyal to her father, and was also a very useful assassin under Grazt, and that there was a time when Grazt was very fond of her, and even wanted her to take the place of Wimping, the god of wealth, for which he managed to lure Vojin into the bottomless abyss and imprisoned him for a long time, but this plot ultimately failed, although this cannot be said to be Thrakissa's fault, but she did not like Grazter so much after that, thinking that seeing her Dark Lord had to remember the disappointing regret- For this reason, Thracisa replaced Iuz as the child who was most often seen by Grazt, and she hid in her father's shadow to probe every visitor, hoping to find a place to show herself, but in the last few years, she has been disappointed.

But Thracissa had not gained nothing in those years when she was only one step away from the gods, and at least she could now discern that Gredi was not as powerful and fearless as she boasted and appeared.

"A demigod," said Grazt, "but only a demigod." "The True Eye of the Demon Lord allows him to see the essence of a soul directly, and the essence of Gredy he sees is like a beautiful and scorching, disorienting fire, her essence fire is originally pure, evil and powerful, the innate power and longevity of the dragon allow her to touch the edge of the rules like the elf Ingway in the Silver Crown Forest, and peek into the star track of fate, she may stop there, or go further, but from a creature on the main material plane to become a demigod, it may only take hundreds or thousands of years, but to become a demigod from a demigod, it is not a task that can be completed by strength or time。

And since that catastrophe a thousand years ago, there seems to be a force in the underworld that oppresses them, and every time Grazt leaves the bottomless abyss and comes to the main material plane, this feeling becomes especially strong, he doesn't know how to describe it, but he is in awe and surrenders to it - anyway, his greatest ambition is just a bottomless abyss, he doesn't even want to be a god, so it doesn't matter.

Of course, this is not to say that he is ignorant of the outside world, he knows that the King of the Silver-Crowned Jungle will fall into a deep sleep from time to time. Poor elf, his body can no longer contain his growing magic, seriously, he should have gone back to Angreth a long time ago, sang a song to the god of life, danced, if it weren't for Greday, this plane alone might have been able to destroy the evil red dragon of the entire Silver Crown Forest, he wouldn't have to struggle so hard, but thinking of Gredi's other ally, Grazt wondered how long Ingway would last.

He raised six pitch-black fingers and touched his chin to consider whether to send a child to try to seduce Ingway, or his child, the thought made him tremble with excitement, Grazt had no interest in becoming a god, but he also had priests in the main physical plane, and his priests were most enthusiastic about offering purity to the King of Darkness. Righteous and good beings, in fact, the Lord of Darkness prefers their souls, as long as one, he will make it into a collar pin and wear it on his chest, and bring it to any good god who will meet him.

"Father?" Thracissa asked tentatively, after all, the Lord of Darkness had been in a reverie on his throne for a while.

Grazt glanced at his daughter, well...... Now, forget it.

He sighed, maybe it would be nice to be able to conceive a new child with Gredi, after all, Gredy and the descendants of the human race are both handsome and beautiful, and there are few fools, but now he must look at the situation before deciding- What made the Lord of the Darkness hesitate was the dangerous aura of the wind from the mourning wasteland, and how he could describe it, it reminded him of the catastrophe that had occurred thousands of years ago, and that humanity had only a few words of explanation for it, and even less as to why he had to change a few gods to believe in them, but for Grazt, it was a slaughter that made him shudder.

That's right, slaughter, and Grazt was completely uninterested in becoming a god from the beginning, and has avoided it ever since. Look at the poor gods, before the Catastrophe, they were so powerful, so perfect, so arrogant, but in the Catastrophe, they couldn't even get a body that could hold all the power, they crawled on the ground, they struggled to survive like maggots they had never looked at before, they would feel pain, they would be hungry, they would be thirsty, they would be humiliated and killed, and all the changes would only happen in an instant, they probably did not expect that one day they would fall into the point of begging for the help of humans, the bottomless abyss witness, what a terrible thing, not to mention that in the end, there will be no less than half a dozen gods who will never return to their places。

Imprisoning a god and replacing his own daughter is a thought that the Lord of Darkness must admit that this never happened a thousand years ago.

Gredi, the dragon lady must have had this terrible but seemingly feasible idea at that time - instead of being oppressed invisibly and threateningly as a powerhouse in the plane, and watching her power and wisdom gradually shatter and die as the years passed, it is better to fight hard. Grazter thought back to himself that Flo's disappearance must have been eight hundred years ago at the earliest, and he didn't know how Gredi did it, but in those hundreds of years, she must have been busy extracting the origin of the gods from the unfortunate goddess. As he had done with Woking (the Lord of Darkness really wanted to talk to her about his previous failures), she had at least partially succeeded, and Grazt saw the fire shining in her soul, but the problem was that Gredi's personality made the Demon Lord hesitate to think more than the devil. The dragon lady was too arrogant and irascible for Grazter to postpone her actions until a thousand years, or two thousand years later, since she already had Flo's divine fire and was working on replacing her priesthood, it would only take a few hundred years for her to drown Flo in the thick dust and gain everything from the latter.

Instead of being so arrogant as she is now, that her priest would have polluted the holy water of the Sanctuary of Rosada, and openly banished Rosada's followers, if it weren't for the fact that Rosada's single-minded opposition to the god of conspiracy, Ciric, this expulsion of the false gods might have come earlier, but as Grazt had seen, the shallow, The false and unstable foundation of faith doomed her to no one true god, and how arrogant the priests of Gredy were when faced with mortals, monsters or little devils, but their magic was as weak as a baby's fist when it came to the priests of Tyre and Rosada, and even the priest Ilmut, whom they despised the most, could whip them around.

She should probably pray that the gods of the good gods would not draw too much attention to her, but now it was only difficult, especially since Flo, who should have been imprisoned somewhere, escaped, though not completely, "Bring me some wine." "Perhaps he should pay his respects to the goddess who had dared to give up her divine body and appear on this plane as a saint in the midst of the catastrophe of a thousand years ago—perhaps I should try," Grazt said to herself.

Thracissar brought his father a bone cup filled with scarlet wine, just as the god of conspiracy, Syric, liked to sip the tears of despair shed by the martyr, and the lord of the demons had his own preference—the wine in the cup was brewed from the marrow of the wronged and the unborn fetus, and tasted miserable with a touch of purity.

Glazter changed his attention as he took the first sip, perhaps Gredy hadn't noticed it yet, but he had already noticed it, and on the day he had gotten to kick the devil away and jump into the summoning circle himself, to witness a group of stupid spellcasters, he had seen such a presence for the first time. At first, he didn't think it was too much, because the hapless ghost Dark Lord possessed by the ghost had seen enough, and he looked at the black-haired half-elf more to know what the ghost would do, just as humans can't help but slow down and taste an extraordinarily sweet and plump fruit after eating it, but what he didn't expect was that he saw a miracle that he had never seen before—a lich of atonement.

From the heart, and not so respectfully, Grazt is really afraid and disgusted with the one at the top, just a thousand years ago by kicking several dozen gods from the sky can barely discern the style of this one, if he can, Grazt wishes he had never seen and heard so much, but now that he already knows the existence of this one, it is impossible to continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, not only did he get some precious information from some of the gods' elect and saints, but during the time when he fell in love with the witch king, the demon lord obtained some rare information。

But Grazt has always scoffed at the Lich of Atonement, isn't this a set of atonement concocted by the good gods, or more accurately, it is simply a fantasy for a lich to burst out of his heart with good thoughts that he may not have had since the fetus? This is even less likely than the outbreak of the Second Sage Holocaust, and Grazt has tried many methods, such as taking the mind of a lich and making him as pure as a baby, and then seeing if he can meet this condition, and needless to say, he has failed - no matter how clean the mind is cleansed, how kind and innocent the person who cares for it is, as long as there is a concept of "self", the harsh conditions of the god above God cannot be satisfied.

So how did this lich do it? Without long observation by Grazt, he got the result - two souls in one body, but one soul was not an ordinary ghost as he originally thought, but it also did not seem to have split from the original soul of the lich, if it had to be compared, they were a bit like the two serpents of creation that Grazt had heard of, they resisted each other and intertwined with each other, two individuals, but inseparable, repulsive, but also balanced.

And what makes Grazt most interested is the other soul, the soul of the lich, thank you, he already has a lot of it, but the other soul, it gives Grazt the feeling of being like water hidden deep under the surface of the main material plane, it can be shrouded in darkness, it can also be illuminated by light, it can be boiled by lava, it can also be cooled by ice, maybe the impurities of pain and hesitation will be mixed in, but as it rushes forward, all suffering will be precipitated and discarded.

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A soul from another plane sneezed viciously.

"Who's thinking about you?" asked Kerry, who walked past him, and although his injuries were severe, as long as the negative energy that lingered in them was dispelled, he was able to walk freely after only a day or two.

"Otters?" said Perrant.

The druid was half-kneeling beside a black-footed halfling, examining his arm.

The closer they got to the snow cover swamp, the more black-footed halflings they encountered, and the peasants and soldiers would drive them away, because these black-footed halflings did not have the ability to find food in the fields and wastelands, they could only jump into the rivers belonging to the lords to catch eels and frogs belonging to the lords, and also stole the farmers' hay to build triangular huts, Cremar and others gave them some help, but that's all, after all, they could not fight against humans for the sake of black-footed halflings, not to mention that they did break the law and loot other people's property。

Perrant had to trade the snow honey he carried with him for a temporary use of a small lake and the surrounding swamp for a year, and the peasants and soldiers here would send them there if they caught the black-footed halflings.

The otherworldly soul raised its palm to cover the upper part of the black-footed halfling, the lower half was chubby, barefoot, and the instep was covered with black fluff, which spread all the way to the calf, looking very much like the hobbit from the Lord of the Rings movie.

Then he heard a commotion. With Leona's support, Baldwin walked with difficulty.

"What's going on?" he asked, "Didn't you say you were going to give McGee some basic training?"

Gülen, who was walking behind, laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Maybe they should be ......," the thief pondered his words, "be patient—McGee was beaten and angry, and then he bit Baldwin's balls." ”

"Oh!" the black-footed halfling screamed.

"I'm sorry," Perrant said hurriedly, he had just accidentally pushed a little harder, he was an elf, but he was also a male.

"Hmm......" The soul of the other world thought for a moment, "It's also an improvement, right?"

"I don't think so. Carey Ben said.

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It's late, sorry, I couldn't get up just now...... (To be continued.) )