There is no doubt that the artifact that Bane bestows, the "Tyrant Trio", is primarily intended to help the wearer maintain his rule and create a condescending deterrent to his subordinates and the army, rather than greatly increasing his personal strength.

In particular, the aura generated by the crown can subtly plant the seeds of fear in people's hearts, so that they will not dare to make even the slightest act of resistance for the rest of their lives.

For Zuo Si, the only thing that can really be used is actually the [Tyrant Iron Fist] that allows all forms of attacks to automatically reach the theoretical maximum limit.

As the name suggests, it is a left-handed glove forged from an unknown black metal, but does not affect the release of arcane magic like other metalwork.

It can also be used as a +5 magic weapon when attacking with a clenched fist, and will automatically trigger the "Heavy Attack" effect.

Obviously, this black metal glove is essentially a replica of the Dark Hand of Bane worn by the God of Tyranny himself, or the "other".

After all, two together are a complete pair of gloves.

In contrast, the effect of [Tyrant's Scepter]'s permanent control of others and its own high-level magic can only be regarded as better than nothing.

On the one hand, if Zuo Si, who is a traveling mage, wants the other party to be 100% obedient and loyal to him, then he can directly make it into a summon card, and there is no need to use the control ability of the [Tyrant's Scepter].

And the fact that it can be lifted by wishing or miracle magic after control is also a hidden danger.

On the other hand, he learned advanced swordsmanship from his new teacher, Sorin Markov, and was completely unaccustomed to weapons such as scepters, scepters, and maces.

Even [Talona's Favor] has been transformed into the form of a sword.

So if he wants to use it in battle, Zuo Si will definitely use the ability of his creator class to turn it into the form of a sword first, instead of the bulky scepter like now.

As for the additional [Death Gaze] after the Tyrant Three-Piece Set is fully worn, the general effect is very similar to the seven-ring spell [Death Finger].

It's just that the judgment has changed from a "tenacity" exemption related to the constitution attribute to a "will immunity" related to the perception attribute, and it is a large-scale group effect.

If you don't pass, you'll die instantly, and there's absolutely no room for negotiation, and even if you do, you'll take damage equivalent to the wearer's perception attributes.

In the case of Zuosi, if the current perception attribute is forty, then the target will take forty points of psychic damage the moment they are exempted from the death gaze.

For most ordinary people or guys with low professional ranks, this glance can basically announce the end of their lives, and it is completely an out-and-out magic skill to clean up miscellaneous soldiers.

It is a real sense of killing you with your eyes.

When Zuo Si confirmed all the abilities of the tyrant trio and raised his head to express his gratitude to Bane, he found that the god of tyranny had returned to his realm in the "wasteland of destruction and despair", leaving only Furzol Chamberbury standing under the altar, his eyes revealing complex emotions containing awe, jealousy, and fear.

There is no doubt that this "Tyrant of the Moon Sea" is going through a fierce inner struggle at this moment.

Because he realized that he was no longer the favorite voter of Bane, the god of tyranny, and likewise the most important voter.

The young man in front of him had undoubtedly replaced himself, and he had left himself far behind.

Although Bane had given Fourzol Chamberbury a generous reward for his steadfastness in his faith during the turbulent years and now, he still smelled of vinegar.

Zuo Si was keenly aware of this, and immediately smiled and comforted: "Relax, my dear friend, you don't need to be so nervous. I will not fight with you for control of the Church, let alone meddle in the Santilburg and Santarin. When you join forces to get rid of Manson, they'll all be yours. ”

"Is this a charity?"

There was a hint of bitterness in Furzol Chamberbury's tone.

As a priest, all his strength, power, and status came from the gift of Bane, so there was no way to resist the will of the gods, and there was no second choice but to submit, obey, and submit.

This is completely different from the fact that the other party can easily balance the gods, and even trade as equals.

Zuo Si shook his head with a smile: "No, of course not."

In my plan, you, along with Santilburg and Santarin, will have a crucial role to play in the next plan.

If I'm not mistaken, the forces of the Santarim have infiltrated and controlled a lot in the West Hartland area east of Baldur's Gate, right?

Now, I want you to put on a show with me and lead the army of Santil Fort in a full-scale invasion of the area that stretches as far as the Dragon Lake and the Dragon Coast.

At that time, the Baldur's Gate side will inevitably send troops to counterattack.

Through a war, I will destroy the original ruling class of all towns, whether nobles or merchants.

In this way, when Baldur's Gate is defeated and a plea for help is issued, I will be able to send an army to defeat you and take over the land, and become the rightful ruler of the war-torn populace.

After all, abstract things like identity and happiness need to be clearly felt through sharp contrasts.

Just as there is always a need for someone to play the evil villains in this world, heroes and adventurers have the meaning to exist.

It is believed that having experienced first-hand the brutal slavery of Fort Santil and the terrible devastation wrought by the war, the civilians of West Hartland must have been eager to join and be protected by a powerful nation.

Remember, dear Vozzol, that tyranny is never simply the use of violence to suppress all those who resist.

It is a technique of domination, but also the control and manipulation of the psychology of the masses.

Only the lowest, most stupid tyrants will use violence to solve problems without limit.

And a wise tyrant will make the people support him from the bottom of his heart, and even hundreds or even thousands of years after his death, he will become the object of people's remembrance and remembrance.

Historians will write biographies of more than 10,000 words for him;

Poets would sing over and over again about the vast territories they had conquered and ruled, and of the epic wars and glorious victories;

Whenever a man hears a story related to it, he will be fascinated, and he can't wait to go back to the past and devote himself to building his own legend;

Women will fantasize about being able to start a vigorous love with them, or even become exclusive lovers.

As for the commoners who died to fulfill the ambitions and desires of tyrants, who will really remember them and care about them?

Making yourself great and healthy is a quality that you must possess to be a successful tyrant.

If you can do that, then no matter how cold, ruthless, and brutal, there will be countless followers and admirers. ”

"So...... Do you want me to play the bad guy and myself as the hero who defeats the bad guys? ”

Clearly not a fool, Furzol Chamberbury immediately realized the calculation behind this operation.

He knew very well how notorious Santilburg and Santalim would be in the eyes of those in the good and neutral camp outside.

In many places, even the mere hearing of the name will make the person in power instantly assume as if he is facing a great enemy.

Therefore, if you bring people to invade a certain area directly, it will inevitably trigger fierce resistance from the residents of that area.

Moreover, wars and repression can quickly disintegrate the original ruling structure.

At this time, whoever can stand up and expel the forces of Santil Fort and Santarin will become a hero who saves the region, and it is logical that he will become the rightful supreme ruler.

A similar situation has played out more than once in many parts of the Faren Continent.

Zuo Si asked meaningfully, "Why not?"

Don't you think this is the perfect means to expand the faith of Bane, the god of tyranny?

Allow Santilburg and Santarim to remain in their original state, and assume aggressive aggression as invaders.

Then secretly prop up those leaders who don't seem so cold, bloodthirsty, and brutal, and let them become invisible tyrants one by one to stand on the stage of power.

Once these people ascend to the throne, the Church will be able to establish temples in the lands under its control and continue to spread new teachings, thus allowing the Dark Monarch to complete the transformation.

When people's cognition, thinking, and consciousness begin to change, and realize that there is nothing wrong with being ruled by a powerful, despotic monarch, Bane will naturally become the god of all capable and ambitious kings, emperors, nobles, and other ruling classes.

After all, the only way to do this is to abandon all unnecessary personal feelings, make the most rational judgment from the perspective of interests, dare to break all rules when necessary, and use the most cruel and bloody means to purge those vested interest groups that get in the way. Only in this way can we truly govern a country well and make it prosperous and strong.

What is needed is a dictatorship and tyranny with a tendency to be wicked and orderly.

The concentration and decentralization of power is a delicate art.

And you, my friend, are far from being a proper tyrant......"

After hearing this, Fourzol Chamberberry was stupid.

Because he never thought that the teachings and ideas of Bane, the god of tyranny, could be played like this.

Especially by playing the good guy and the bad guy to fool the people of a certain area, and then quietly supporting a potential tyrant to the throne, little by little changing the perception of the common people in the area, so that they can recognize Bane's teachings and ideas from the bottom of their hearts.

If used properly, it can completely change the situation in which the church is hostile and oppressive in certain areas.

After pondering for several minutes, Fourzor Chamberberry finally raised his head and replied solemnly, "In order to spread the teachings of the Great Dark Monarch, I can cooperate with you. But the problem is that after the turmoil, carnage, and destruction of this evening, Fort Santil will not have the strength to launch a large-scale invasion for a short time. ”

"Hehe, don't worry about that.

I lend you this Scepter of Tyrant, which can permanently control others.

With the help of this artifact, you should soon be able to recruit an army of monsters and barbarian tribes from the forest.

In addition, I will provide a shipment of armor, weapons, and food.

All you have to do is integrate them together for training. ”

After that, Zuo Si did not hesitate to hand the artifact he had just obtained in front of the other party.

Goo Dong!

Furzol Chamberbury swallowed subconsciously, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

Although he already has a similar artifact, the Tyrant's Eye, which makes the wielder immune to all Eye Rays, the weapon is self-aware, capable of automatically attacking enemies without the owner's control.

But who would hate having too many powerful artifacts.

What's more, the powerful control ability of the [Tyrant's Scepter] is the power that this power-hungry voter desires the most.

Soon, however, Vozzor Chamberberry reined in his possessiveness, carefully took the scepter, and stroked the runes and sigils carved by the god of tyranny himself, giving a straightforward assurance.

"Give me two to three months to prepare, and then I'll personally lead the army through every town from the Dragon's Coast to West Hartland."

"Awesome! Now let's start talking about how to get rid of that pesky Manson. I believe the Dark Monarch must be tired of his unwavering faith, isn't he? ”

As he spoke, a chilling smile appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Fuzol Chamberbery, who had long been unhappy with Mansong's perennial control of the number one position in the Santilburg and Santalin Guilds, also showed a cold and cruel smile and nodded: "Ah! That's right, it's time to send this old friend on his way.

Yes, this is where most of the clones are cached after my investigation.

Do you think we should get rid of these clones first?

Or do you want to visit Manson himself first? ”

"Do you need to ask? To visit Manson himself, of course. The best way to deal with the enemy is to let them struggle in pain and finally die in despair and helplessness. ”

Zuo Si gave his choice without hesitation.

"You have a point.

Let's go, Manson should pray to the great Bane in the halls of the temple for now, hoping that in exchange for forgiveness.

But he apparently forgot that the god of tyranny hated nothing more than weakness.

From the moment he flinched in front of the incarnation of Ciric, he was disqualified from continuing to be in charge of the Santil Fort and the Santarim Society. ”

With that, Fourzor Chamberbury walked straight out of the small altar in his dwelling, and walked down the blood-strewn street towards the largest temple in Santilburg.

After a few moments, the two of them walked into the dark-style building, which was more of a fortress than a temple.

At this moment, the legendary mage Manson was standing in front of the huge statue of Bane, his head bowed and chanting the words of praise for the Dark Lord.

Sadly, no matter how much you pray, you don't get any answer.

This reaction of ignoring him made him feel so uneasy that he didn't even notice the two people who appeared at the door.

But soon, the crisp sound of Vozol Chamberbury's metal boots stepping on the stone floor finally made Manzon turn subconsciously.

The moment he saw who it was, Tong Kong suddenly enlarged, contracted, and enlarged again, and a sense of crisis that could not be described in words quickly surged into his heart.

"Long time no see, Lord Manson. I guess after the end of the Luskan War, you must not have slept very well, right? ”

Zuo Si politely touched his chest with one hand and took the lead in saying hello.

"Hahahaha! It's not just not good! He's having nightmares every night. Furzol Chamberbury scoffed unscrupulously.

Without any hesitation!

Realizing that the two dangerous enemies in front of him must be working together to disadvantage him, Manson immediately wanted to activate the teleportation magic and flee directly to his hideout outside of Santil Fort.

Because he knew that if Furzol Chamberberry dared to do something to himself, he must have obtained the permission of the god of tyranny.

In other words, he was treated as an outcast by the newly resurrected Bane.

But unfortunately, at the moment when the spell was activated, a white-green light suddenly fell from the sky.

Next Second......

Rumble!

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With the fierce impact, Manson's spell was not only forcibly interrupted, but the whole person flew backwards several meters away, slamming into a solid stone wall.

Although he was wearing a large number of high-level magic items on his body, and even triggered the chain of the accident spell, he was still not lightly injured, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out of his mouth with a wow, and one of his arms twisted backwards into an L-shape.

You don't have to ask to know that it must be a comminuted fracture.

When the dust and smoke cleared, the figure of the Divine Servant of Nature appeared in everyone's sight.

Whether it was the [Life Blade] she was carrying, the three pairs of wings that were as iconic as the Blazing Divine Servants, or the amazing energy emanating from her body, Manson felt like a great enemy.

Fourzor Chamberbury knew that Nimiadonna was the one who thought left, so he behaved a little more calmly.

But even so, he was terrified of the power of the young ally around him.

After all, that's the Blazing Heavenly Servant!

Rarer than the number of gods, rare and powerful god-like creatures!

Even the gods treat them with great courtesy and respect!

To be honest, Furzol Chamberbury had no idea how Zuo Si could make a Blazing Divine Servant work for him.

"Damn it!"

Looking at Nimidona, who fell from the sky and interrupted her magic teleportation, and two other enemies with legendary spell-casting abilities, Manson's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

It was then that he realized that this was definitely a premeditated raid, and the goal was to kill himself once and for all.

"Dear Manson, don't expect to escape.

Because we're fully prepared to make sure you can't escape no matter what magic you use.

So please take out your ability to press the bottom of the box and fight to the death.

In that case, Soth might even consider giving you a decent death. ”

Fourzor Chamberbury tried to provoke Mansson and disturb the powerful legendary mage's calm thinking.

But unfortunately he failed.

Instead of becoming insane or self-defeating just because he was in a desperate situation, Manson quickly activated all the instantaneous protections on his body, wrapping himself from head to toe.

In particular, the [anti-biological force field] of the Sixth Ring directly chose to isolate Nimidonna, who thought she was the most threatened.

The effect of this spell is to create an invisible protective force field that follows the caster's movements, preventing the targeted creature from getting close to it.

With Manson's cast level, it can cover a radius of more than 60 meters.

Therefore, the moment the [Anti-Biodynamic Force Field] took effect, Nimidonna was immediately pushed back by a huge force more than ten meters away.

Immediately after, he quickly took out another bottle of healing potion and drank it, allowing the comminuted fractured arm to recover.

Appreciating the other party's skillful and pleasing operation, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile and commented: "Quite a smart and rational choice." It seems that after you were killed by me once, you must have secretly practiced a lot of spell dueling training. Maybe this time it will be a different kind of experience. ”

"What benefit did Furzol give you to choose to join forces with him to get rid of me?" Manson asked, holding back the fear and anger in his heart.

"The benefits? It seems that you don't know anything, my dear old friend. Fourzol Chamberbury let out a sneer.

Once upon a time, the sinister, cunning, and scheming legendary mage in front of him had always been a problem on his mind.

But now, the other party is like a poor clown being toyed with in the palm of his hand.

"What agreement did you come to between you?"

Manson furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what had happened in the short hours since Ciric descended the avatar.

Fourzor Chamberbery replied bluntly: "Soth has become the chosen person and the perfect tyrant recognized by the Dark Lord."

In other words, he is now naturally on the same side as me.

So give up the idea of stirring up a wedge between us as soon as possible, because that doesn't make any sense.

What's more, it's not a day or two since he wants to kill you.

If you want to blame it, you should blame yourself for your arrogance and provoking an enemy you shouldn't have provoked. ”

"Don't you really have to talk about it?"

Manson looked into Zuosi's eyes, trying to defuse the crisis with a last-ditch effort.

"I'm sorry, I just want to use your skull and soul to craft a powerful magical item right now."

With that, Zuo Si raised his hand and directly used the eight-ring magic [Serial Dispel] as a signal to start a war.

Moment!

A blinding white light focused Manson's body.

Normally, this spell should remove the protective spells on the target one by one in a very short period of time.

But as a legendary mage, Manson obviously didn't give it for nothing, and activated the [Advanced Spell Immunity] in the Magic Ring almost at the same time.

As a result, [Serial Dispersal] was completely resisted unsurprisingly.

After all, as you can tell from the name, the effect of spell immunity is to provide the recipient with full protection against the specified type of spell.

With this thing, ordinary disarming magic will definitely not be able to rip off the extremely large amount of protection on the other party's body.

Seeing that his allies had already made a move, Vozol Chamberberry immediately sent a bunch of strengthening magic spells, and then rushed forward with the scepter in his hand, intending to directly break the bones on the enemy's body.

Manson knew how dangerous the man was, so he didn't give him a chance to get closer, and pushed him away with a talisman and died in the corner of the temple.

But just as Manson was about to turn around and deal with Zuo Si, the alarm bell in his heart suddenly rang out.

When he turned around, he found that Nimidonna, who was originally holding a two-color sword, had changed into a compound bow at some point, and two enchanted arrows that exuded a terrifying aura were hanging on the bowstring.

"Nope!

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Realizing the danger, he immediately activated a Wall of Force scroll in an attempt to block the deadly blow.

But before the wall could be fully formed, the Nature's Attendant let go of her slender white fingers.

Rumble!

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I saw two streams of light flash in the air, and the still unstable force wall was instantly torn open from the middle.

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One of the arrows seemed to be blocked by a force field the moment it hit, followed by the second arrow before successfully passing through the force field.

On the other side of the wall, Manson was pierced and flew backwards with the entire person until he was nailed into the solid black stone wall.

Immediately after, the power of nature released from the arrow was quickly transformed into magical vines, winding Manson with a great speed that only half of his body remained.

The hands he relied on to cast spells had completely disappeared at this moment, and only the bloody broken thigh bones above the knees were left in his legs, and half of his intestines flowed out of the cracks in his abdomen, looking extremely miserable.

There is no doubt that this is the terrifying [Killing Arrow] with a god-like natural god.

While the Bio-Resistant Field can prevent certain creatures from approaching, it cannot withstand ranged weapons and spells.

Since Manson only saw the threat of the [Lifeblade] and did not notice the compound bow that Nimidonna was carrying, he paid a huge price for his carelessness.

Even the constant [Protective Arrow Miss] is pierced on the first hit.

The severe pain caused by the torn body and the crushing and destruction of internal organs completely made him cry out heartbreakingly.

"Ahh

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”

"Well done!"

Zuo Si chuckled and gave the nature god a look of approval.

He had thought it would take a lot of effort to take down Manson.

But who would have thought that it would be so easy in the end.

Nimidonna shrugged her shoulders disapprerovingly: "It's nothing. This human mage is neither strong enough nor smart enough, and dealing with him is as easy as eating and drinking, and does not deserve your praise at all. Maybe next time, you can assign me a more challenging opponent. ”

"Rest assured, what is not lacking in this world is a strong enough enemy. Trust me, you'll soon find an evenly matched opponent who is worth fighting. ”

After that, Zuo Si ignored this naturally proud natural god servant, walked straight to Manson, stared at the other party's bloodshot eyes and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?" ”

"I ...... I think we can talk about ...... There is no need to be an undying enemy. As long as you agree to spare me, I am even willing to be your subordinate, so that the whole of Santil Fort and Santarim will serve you. ”

The severe injuries and pain clearly did not make Manson lose his mind.

He is still trying to defuse the situation that is overwhelmingly unfavorable to him at the moment.

It's a pity that Zuo Si doesn't trust the sinister and cunning Manson, and he also doesn't plan to make it into a summon creature card, but to "kill people".

Use the founder and leader of the Santarim Society, as well as the High Lord of Santil Castle, to announce to the whole of Faeron what will happen to those who want to kill or capture themselves.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in your proposal."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and pressed it directly on Manson's forehead, which was already wet with sweat, activating his ability to create the profession and travel mage spark.

Next Second......

A dazzling black-red flame erupted from the legendary mage's chest in an instant, directly enveloping him.

"Nope! No! No! What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! Ahh

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Please! I'm willing to be your slave! Be your loyal dog! ”

Feeling that his soul was being scorched by a high-temperature flame that could not be described in words, and a steady stream of pain ten thousand times more intense than physical pain, Manson finally broke down completely and began to struggle uncontrollably and frantically.

In a few moments, his body, including the black archmage's robes, battle throat guards, magic rings, shield pins, and the +4 power staff that had fallen to the ground, were all scorched by the flames, turning into energy and pouring into his head.

And that's not all!

Manson's body, internal organs, bones, skin, and eyeballs all disappeared under the incineration of the magical flames, and all of them were concentrated in the skull along with the soul.

The moment it reached a certain critical point, the entire skull suddenly erupted with a dazzling aura of necromantic magic.

In order to improve the quality of this magical item, Zuo Si also raised his hand to forcibly capture all the souls of the Shirek believers floating in the streets and alleys of Santilburg, and strengthened them with their hysterical madness and resentment among the skulls of their opponents.

Gradually, the pale skull took on an eerie burnt black color, and howls and roars could be heard from within.

【Manson's Skull】

Sub-artifact

The wearer can be provided with two additional spell slots from five to nine rings, and all necromantic spells are released with their own "spell potency", and they are permanently immune to necromantic spells below the third ring.

The item contains most of the tormented souls of the legendary mage Manson.

When the user casts a spell that can torture the soul, he will join thousands of mad followers of Ciric to unleash a howl that is enough to kill all living beings within a radius of 100 meters, with an effect equivalent to the nine-ring magic [Banshee's Howl], up to three times a day.

In addition to this, you can also make Manson's soul serve you through threats, coercion, etc.

He retains most of his knowledge and spell-casting abilities, and is more than happy to trade it for a respite from his eternal torment.

If the Manson Skull is thrown into the liquid to soak or cook, any living person who drinks the liquid will fall into a madness within twenty-four hours, and will quickly transform into a special undead form, the Wild Corpse.

The most important characteristic of this undead creature is that it is permanently in a state of rage without the slightest hint of sanity.

They will be under the control of the holder of the [Manson's Skull] until they are completely destroyed.

Looking at the specific effect of this evil artifact he created, Zuo Si couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "Not bad!" It was a lot better than I expected. The only pity is that most of the souls of the Dark Sun Cultists have been cast into the Dark Lord's throne, otherwise this thing should have become stronger with more sacrifices. ”

"You succeeded in capturing and imprisoning Manson's soul? He can't be resurrected through clones? ”

Got rid of the entanglement of the talisman palm, Furzor Chamberberry immediately leaned over and asked.

"It's not all, but almost ninety percent of my souls are here.

As for the rest, it should have passed through the plane barrier at the moment of death.

If nothing else, it's time to get into the clone and prepare for resurrection. ”

Zuo Si gave an answer in a slightly playful tone.

The essence of Static Cloning is to replicate the caster's own flesh and keep it in its youngest and healthiest state.

When the body dies due to various circumstances, the soul will pass through the plane passage at the moment of physical death, and directly enter the recently created clone to be resurrected.

But the problem is that when crossing the plane passage, there will be some surprises.

For example, the soul is suddenly torn into many parts, and then sent into different clones.

As a result, when the caster wakes up, he finds that he is surrounded by clones of himself, not only looking exactly the same, but also having the same memory, personality, and way of thinking.

At this point, all the clones will start killing each other uncontrollably.

By killing other clones and absorbing the soul fragments in the other person's body, your soul becomes more and more complete.

But Manson's situation is clearly unique.

Most of his soul has been captured by Zuo Si, imprisoned in his skull, and subjected to terrible torture day and night.

Less than a fraction of the soul fragments passed through the dimensional passage and managed to enter the clone.

Even Zuo Si really wanted to know whether the less than one percent of the souls would become a madman or a fool, or a group of madmen and fools when they were resurrected......

With this curiosity, he soon went with Fourzor Chamberbury to the nearest clone storage site.

As a result, as soon as the two of them appeared, they saw more than a dozen "Mansons" pouring spells frantically and at any cost, among which there were already seven or eight mutilated corpses lying on the ground.

"I'm the real Manson! Fuck you damn impostors! ”

"Shut up! I'm real! You and they are impostors! ”

"Kill, kill, kill!

One Manson in this world is enough! ”

……

All of a sudden, all of them weren't like sane madmen, they didn't even give themselves protective magic, they just kept unleashing powerful and damaging spells in a wide area.

It is not difficult to see from the chaos and bloodlust revealed in their eyes that they cannot be called normal people at all.

"Oh oh my God! This...... What's going on here? ”

Fourzol Chamberbury picked up his weapon and struck Manson, who rushed up to release a chain of lightning bolts in his face, with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.

Zuo Si touched his chin and analyzed with interest: "I think there may be something wrong with Manson's cloning technique, or the soul fragment had an accident in the passage through the plane, causing his already mutilated soul to be divided into dozens or hundreds of pieces.

Because each clone gets so few soul fragments, they don't seem to be intelligent, and even act on instinct like beasts.

That is, hunt other clones and capture the fragments, so that your soul can become as whole as possible.

Maybe when all the Mansons have been killed, and only the last one is left, he will become closer to the Manson we know. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Fuzor Chamberry's mouth suddenly twitched uncontrollably: "Then how do you think we should deal with the current situation?" Kill all the clones and make Manson disappear from this world completely? ”

"Why?

Don't you think this is an opportunity to bring Manson under your wing?

Don't forget, he has less than a tenth of his soul.

We can fill in the missing pieces by infusing them with new soul energy through magic, and then reshape the new Manson's personality while retaining his existing thinking, memory, and magical abilities.

If you succeed, you'll be able to get a loyal and powerful legendary mage as an assistant.

Even if it fails, there is nothing to lose. ”

Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a frightening excitement.

It doesn't take to know that he thinks Manson's remnant and clone are excellent test subjects.

"Good! Just do as you say! ”

Fourzol Chamberbury was undoubtedly impressed.

For the next few minutes, the two watched as the Mansons killed each other.

Every once in a while, there are even clones that have been teleported from other hiding locations.

By the end of the killing, the number of corpses had grown to more than a hundred.

However, as the number of clones decreased, they began to gradually regain their senses, and spell duels became a little more interesting.

Just as the Manson clone "chicken contest" entered the climax, far away on the streets of Santil Fort, the confused paladin Celul encountered Lori, a succubus who was harvesting life with a decapitating giant sword.

When the former saw the image of this little girl with a human appearance, tearing off the arm of a Ciric believer with extremely efficient movements, and then pinching her neck to draw life and magical energy from the other's mouth and nose, the former immediately vigilantly pulled out her weapon and shouted, "What kind of monster are you?" ”

"Monsters? Are you talking about me? ”

Atona pointed to her nose and blinked innocently.

She looks like a delicate and cute doll, which makes people want to hold it in their arms and love her.

But Celul didn't dare to take it lightly at all, dragging his exhausted body and shouting: "Don't pretend to be stupid!" I see what you just did! You drained that guy's life force and magic alive! This is a power that only demons possess! You're not human at all! Reveal me my true form! ”

Hearing the paladin's accusations against herself, Succubus Lori suddenly appeared with a childlike smile and said in a soft voice, "You say I'm an evil demon, so what are you?"

Look down at the blood and flesh stained on your body, and think carefully about those who died under your sword.

We are all killing too, can you tell whose killing is more righteous and whose killing is more evil?

No, you can't.

Because I kill all the Darksun cultists who have fallen into madness, not even the gods will define my actions as evil.

But what about you?

Not only did you kill many of the followers of the Dark Sun, but you also killed many slaves, and indirectly killed countless of the inhabitants of Santil Fort who lost their lives in the riots.

As an officer of Santilburg, you not only betrayed your duty when the city was attacked, but led the slaves in a so-called uprising, pledging to fight alongside them until the very end of your life.

But when you find these slaves losing control and beginning to vent your anger, you break your oath and draw your sword against your comrades.

Noble Paladin, tell me if you can really still say that you represent justice? ”

With a series of questions from Atona that pointed straight to her heart, Celul fell silent for a moment, and could no longer even hold the sword in her hand, allowing it to fall to the ground.

After about two or three seconds, the whole person fell to his knees and began to cry bitterly, muttering some words that others couldn't understand at all.

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You don't need to ask to know that the succubus Lori broke through the psychological defense line of the other party's almost collapse without much effort through the ability to detect thoughts, and was keenly aware of the confusion, pain and helplessness in this woman's heart.

Right now, she could even clearly see through the magical vision given by her divine power that the [Kindness Aura], [Divine Grace], [Divine Blessing], and [Courage Aura] that originally belonged to the Holy Warrior on Celul's body were dissipating at an extremely fast speed, and were replaced by a deep resentment.

There is no doubt that this woman abandoned her faith in Tyr, the god of justice.

She fell.

After confirming this, Atona approached with graceful and light steps, stretched out her hand to gently wipe away the tears on the other party's face, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "I can understand your pain.

Because I was as lost and helpless as you were.

Since the gods can't give you what you want, why not try something else?

Come, join me in praying to the Great Master.

He will help you out of this situation as much as he has helped me......"