Dizzy!

Disgusting!

Shortness of breath!

Heart rate increases!

The most important thing is that the itching all over the body does not stop, even if the skin is red and even blood marks appear, it can't stop at all.

Especially the large and macabre red rash, as well as the red and swollen eyes, swollen blood vessels under the skin, uncontrolled saliva coming from the edges of the mouth, the same itchy nasal passages and respiratory tract, and incessantly violent sneezing......

All kinds of symptoms are enough to prove how serious this acute allergic symptom is.

The swelling of the blood vessels up and down the body caused the blood pressure to drop sharply, and Aamon and Sal, whose physical attributes were not high enough, even had pale faces, cold limbs, and slightly blurred consciousness.

If it continues for more than half an hour, it is likely to lead to a series of serious consequences such as suffocation and circulatory failure.

After all, Zuo Sike is the chosen person of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and his private research on bacteria, viruses, fungi, microorganisms, toxins, magical plagues, and various necromantic magic has never stopped.

Some of the research results he labeled "non-lethal" can already be called extremely dangerous for most people.

For example, these alchemy powders of Sanchosa right now, in Zuo Si's eyes, are at best only used to harass and create a little "little trouble" for the other party, but they have already put Aberdell and his party into a huge crisis.

In particular, Jasila, who is the only one in the team with healing abilities, has tried to cast magic to dispel this unknown "disease" or "toxin" several times, but has never been able to enter the state of casting focus.

Twice in a row ended in failure.

As for the antidote that everyone else had drunk, it didn't have any effect either.

In addition, in a world where information is transmitted at a very slow pace and knowledge is a literal luxury for civilians, it is difficult for ordinary people to figure out what the adverse reactions caused by allergies are different from real diseases and poisoning.

Only Artio, who was the Beastmaster, didn't react at all, standing still and blinking, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Because it is a bear, and it is also a creature that has been magically modified to be very close to the "weird" type, and it has long been two species that are completely different from ordinary beasts in terms of genes and physiological structure.

Sancho's use of allergic powders is specifically designed for humanoids, and most of them are kept out by thick white hairs, so it's no wonder that they can be effective.

On top of that, Artio smelled the residual scent of his master from the boy's body.

So it had no idea what it was supposed to do now.

Or do you just stay where you are and do nothing?

What if you accidentally ruin your master's plans?

For a young cub, the twists and turns were so complicated that it was about to burn out its CPU.

After pondering for a long time, Atio finally decided to pretend to be dead and messy, and went straight to the ground and simply came out of sight.

Anyway, the almighty master will definitely be able to see everything through his own eyes, and he will naturally come out to clean up the mess later.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—you...... What have you done to us? ”

After a violent cough, Jasila finally struggled to raise her head and glared at two red, swollen eyes that were still tearful.

As an experienced harpist, she could see that the human boy did not have murderous intentions towards herself, but more subconsciously defended himself after being attacked.

Otherwise, you can now stand at a distance and use the fireball wand that hangs around your waist to blast everyone to death.

"Don't worry.

It's just a more violent allergic reaction, neither a disease nor a poison, and it doesn't leave any sequelae.

This situation will not last long, and it will end in about ten minutes at most.

But until then, your brain will fall into a temporary coma due to lack of oxygen.

If nothing else, it will wake up in about two or three hours.

People with good physique wake up faster, and those with poor physique wake up later.

In fact, it's all your fault.

I've already hidden, but you're trying to force me out of it. ”

When he said this, Sancho obviously had a hint of resentment in his tone, and even shuddered involuntarily, obviously apprehensive about the spiders that had poured into the cracks in the stone before.

You must know that many adults can't help but get goosebumps when they see the fist-sized colorful hairy spiders.

Not to mention that he was surrounded by a group of spiders just now, and he almost stuck directly in his face.

"But why are you hiding from us?"

Hearing that there would be no danger to his life, Aberdell, who was still exuding a dangerous aura in the last second, was obviously much more relaxed in the next second.

Although it was still itchy and uncomfortable, it did not reveal a strong killing intent.

After all, under Grion's long-term teaching, he is not actually an evil camp, but a chaotic neutral.

That is, the kind of character of "you can do what you want, and it is difficult to spend money to buy your happiness".

Perhaps for those drunkards and mercenaries who take the initiative to provoke, Aberdale will not hesitate to raise his fist and beat the other party so that he can't take care of himself, or kill him directly under impulse.

But in the face of a seven or eight-year-old child, it is obviously not so aggressive.

And it was his adventurous team that provoked the other party first.

Looking at this big-shouldered and round-waisted brother who was about to catch up with the ogre, Sancho rolled his eyes angrily, pointed to the two sides that were about to start a decisive battle at the bottom of the mountain, and asked, "The armies of Baldur's Gate and Santil Fort have been assembled here, and a decisive battle is about to start to decide the fate of this region." If you were me, what would you do if you suddenly saw a group of adventurers and mercenaries coming up from the bottom of the mountain? ”

"Ahh Ahh Ahh ”

Aberdale let out three loud sneezes in one breath, and soon nodded with a wry smile: "Okay." I'll admit, you're right to hide. If it's not us, but orcs, goblins, ogres, and trolls, you'll most likely be their snack. ”

Jasila, who was on the side, finally realized how excessive her behavior of summoning spiders to drive people out, and forced her physical discomfort to say, "I'm sorry, kid, this misunderstanding was my fault, and I apologize to you." If so, can you give us some antidote? In the name of nature, we have absolutely no ill will towards you. ”

"I'm sorry.

As I said earlier, allergic reactions are neither disease nor poisoning, so there is no cure for magic potions and magic spells, let alone a so-called antidote.

Of course, maybe the mentor had it on hand, but I certainly didn't have it with me.

After all, it is used against enemies, and at the same time, it basically does not cause death in the true sense of the word.

Hmm-probably ......"

As he said this, the boy noticed that the mage Thrall had fainted due to the lack of oxygen to his brain, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had heard Zuo Si say that if a person's brain is deprived of oxygen for a long time, it will definitely lead to a permanent decline in memory and intelligence.

Unless you use wishing or miracle magic, it is almost impossible to recover.

Especially a mage who relies on memory and intelligence to eat, it is simply equivalent to falling into a mentally retarded spell that cannot be unresolved.

But fortunately, for the two spies that Santarin will be planted in the team, Sal and Montaro, it is clear that no one really cares whether they live or die.

To be precise, the reason why Aberdell and Jasila still have the two of them with them is that they hope to let the two of them be cannon fodder to the death when they launch the final battle against Shalovok.

Since being slaughtered by Simon once, the former's perception of the Santarim Society can be said to be extremely bad, and even began to hate Sal and Montaro.

"Mentor? Who is your mentor? ”

Although Jasila's consciousness also began to become less clear, she grasped the key with strong willpower and sharp intuition.

Sancho hesitated for a moment, but finally replied truthfully: "My mentor is Tsoth, the one of Askatra, and I believe you must have heard of his name." ”

"What! You...... You're Soth's apprentice? ”

Khalid was instantly dumbfounded.

Jasila was also taken aback, and quickly asked, "Why are you here?" What about the others? ”

"The mentor said that he had some things to attend to and had been gone for almost two days and two nights.

As for my presence here, of course, it was to witness the decisive battle between the two sons of Baal.

After all, I am also a Son of Baal, and I was even captured by Shalovok and his men and taken to the secret temple beneath Baldur's Gate for sacrifice.

Trust me, it doesn't taste good at all.

In particular, the heart was pierced, the major artery in the neck was cut, and the blood was allowed to flow into the emblem of Baal, the god of murder, on the ground.

That's why I'm avoiding you.

According to the Mentor, when the two sons of Baal meet, the divine power and divinity in their bodies will attract each other, and then the urge to kill each other will arise.

I've gotten rid of this influence, but I'm not sure if my other siblings will be able to get rid of it. ”

As he spoke, Sancho set his gaze on Aberdale, whose face had mysterious marks and patterns.

When the latter heard that the boy in front of him was also the son of Baal like himself, his eyes widened in surprise, and he struggled to stand up despite his physical discomfort.

"What you say is true? Are you also the son of Baal? Can...... But why are you so small? ”

Sancho shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Because I was created when the gods were defeated from the mortal world in the turbulent years.

I didn't even know who my mother was.

Perhaps she was a believer in the god of murder and later died in a battle between the gods.

But what is certain is that I should be the last and youngest of the children of Barr.

But I was lucky enough to awaken my divinity and powers, and then I stole something that successfully erased the mark that Barr had left in the depths of my soul.

Finally, I met my mentor, who taught me a lot of valuable knowledge and fighting skills, so that I could not become the nourishment of my other siblings in this life-and-death fight.

It is a pleasure to meet you, dear brother, and I sincerely hope that one day we will not become enemies. ”

With the last word blurted out, Sancho decisively ended the conversation and began to cast the three-ring magic [Deep Sleep].

The effect of this spell is to immediately put people within LV10 into a deep sleep.

You will never wake up until you are attacked and damaged.

And Aberdell's current professional level is LV7, and at the same time, he can't actively control his divine power and divinity, so he can't resist the effect of spells at all.

The moment the spell was finished, he fell to the ground and snored loudly.

On the other hand, Jasila and Khalid quickly lost consciousness due to the lack of oxygen to their brains, and lay straight on the top of the mountain lined with weeds and rocks.

At this point, the entire team was basically wiped out.

Although it was not the first time to engage in actual combat, Sancho was obviously quite satisfied with his performance just now, a smug expression appeared on his immature face, and he pursed the corners of his mouth and said to himself: "Deceive, mislead, poison......

Taking advantage of the enemy's character flaws and the loopholes caused by paralysis and carelessness to launch a surprise attack is the most correct way for low-level casters to unfold.

What the instructor said was true.

What a mage is really strong is great resourcefulness, good preparation, endless hole cards and tricks, and always keeping a sane and cool head.

Only idiots and fools would risk their lives and obsessively fight head-on with powerful plastic spells.

In contrast, enchantments and spells are clearly more controlled.

Of course, necromancy and illusion are also good.

At this stage, the change system is still mainly auxiliary, and it is not worth investing too much time and energy. ”

Bang Bang -

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of clapping behind the boy.

He immediately turned around vigilantly to check the situation, and found that it was none other than Zuo Si, who had left him here for two days and ignored him, and immediately couldn't help but complain: "Dear mentor, you can't be that you have forgotten me, right?"

You know, in this place where birds don't, I haven't eaten anything in fifty hours.

And face the threat of trolls, beasts, and others.

Just a few minutes ago, I had almost become a captive of another Son of Baal. ”

"Hahahaha!

Don't describe yourself so miserable.

After all, it's not you who are lying unconscious on the ground right now, it's them.

As a newbie, you did a good job, quite a bit of my demeanor back then, worthy of praise and praise. ”

Zuo Si laughed and kicked Artio, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, to be exact, in the butt of his fleshy buttocks.

The latter hurriedly jumped up and made a "unique move" to hug his thighs, and rubbed around with a flattering look.

"Huh? It wasn't affected? ”

Sancho was visibly taken aback.

In his opinion, this weak-looking white bear should have lost its ability to move a long time ago, but now why did it suddenly become lively again.

Zuo Si stroked the thick hair of his animal companion with a very good touch, and explained casually: "You are too careless, you don't realize that this little guy is the most terrifying member of the team.

To introduce, its name is Atio, and it is my animal companion and the Beastmaster of the bear.

With Atio's power, even if you use up all your spells and magic items, you won't necessarily be able to pose a threat.

But you ignored it from the beginning, and it was a fatal omission.

If it hadn't smelled me in you, the situation would have been the other way around. ”

"What! Do you still have a Druid or Ranger class level? ”

Sancho's voice rose sharply an octave.

Because as far as he knows, his mentor already has a mage class level of up to LV30 or above, a warlock-like innate spell casting ability that exceeds LV35 or above, and a priest class level of at least LV25.

That alone is enough to strike fear and despair into the hearts of most of their enemies, not to mention the silver fire that the Goddess of Magic bestows on the electorate that is almost like cheating.

And now there's another Druid or Ranger class class?

The boy was eager to find out how many other cards Zuo Si was hiding.

"Yes! It's an extra ability that comes with one of the artifacts that Talona gave me, a druid class that has probably just crossed the legendary level, so it's not a big deal. ”

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively.

To be exact, the LV22 Druid class level bestowed by Angel Poison Core Soul Gem is the weakest of all his current classes.

Except for a small amount of protection and natural manipulation of the magic skills, most of the magic slots granted by the druid level are full of healing and healing-related spells, and are mainly used to make some potions, items and equipment, and are basically not used in battle.

As for those transformation and summoning divine arts, they are too weak to memorize at all.

Hearing these words, Sancho's immature face suddenly became extremely painful and distorted, and he tried to open his mouth several times to say something, but finally it turned into a sigh.

At this moment, he has a deep understanding of what it means to "no harm without comparison" and "people have to die compared to others, and goods have to be compared with goods".

Soon, however, the boy, whose confidence had been severely hit, quickly picked himself up, cleared all the messy thoughts from his mind, and quickly raised his head and asked, "So you've already planted eyeliner around Aberdale and been keeping an eye on their every move?" ”

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes." Ever since Grian was killed, I've thrown Adeo to Aberdell's side to watch his adventures and growth.

I have to say, this Son of Baal is really special, he is the polar opposite of yours.

You have abandoned the influence of the god of murder and set out to forge your own path.

But instead he chose to embrace all of Baal, throwing his consciousness and soul into the empty throne of blood.

Any idea what that means? ”

"It means that he may be influenced, controlled, and devoured by his father's will at any time."

Sancho's eyes and tone suddenly became solemn and nervous.

After all, he was the only officially recognized apprentice of Zuo Si now, unlike some children from the slums of Ascatra who were only allowed to learn and use some of the resources in the mage tower for free, and were able to borrow all the books, research notes, and materials in the library.

Among them, there are many studies and conjectures about divine power, divinity, and the nature of gods.

Zuo Si undoubtedly admired the boy's intelligence very much, and immediately nodded with satisfaction: "You're right."

Aberdale can even be seen as the mortal embodiment of the deceased god of murder to some extent.

The power he possessed was not as simple as it appeared to be.

As long as Baal is willing to continue to increase his leverage, this adopted son of Glion can even become a saint or even a demigod in a short period of time.

I've watched many of the Sons of Barr, including those who are rapidly rising to prominence on the southern border of Tesser-Carlin, and are growing in power.

But never before has there been a second Son of Baal with such strange qualities. ”

Hearing this, Sancho suddenly gasped, and asked in a trembling voice: "So Aberdale was actually chosen by Baal to slaughter and end the lives of all the sons of Baal and reap the divine power and divinity?" All the choices he made were rooted in the manipulation of the will of the God of Murder? ”

"Bingo! Congratulations, you guessed it right.

Behind the empty Blood Throne is a game of gods, and it is also a microcosm of the essence of the entire world full of strife.

Whether you want to inherit your father's legacy or not, take everything away from him, it's best to follow Aberdale from now on, earn his trust, and become his friend.

In the process, you can gain divine power and divinity from his harvest of other children of Baal, and slowly accumulate power to become stronger and stronger.

Once all other competitors have been eliminated, the winner will be born between the two of you.

As for whether you will end the other person's life by turning against each other and killing each other, or whether one of you will voluntarily renounce the power of the gods, or even the divinity and divine power in your body, it depends on your choice and wisdom.

Because Aberdale doesn't really have the right to choose at all.

He is strictly a deplorable instrument, destined to end in tragedy.

Unless a force from the gods intervenes, no one can change this outcome. ”

Zuo Si showed his apprentice the truth behind all the fog in the most straightforward way.

If you look at the adventures of the Son of Baal after leaving Candle Castle, you will know that he has always been led by some invisible force, and wherever he goes, he is accompanied by war, killing, betrayal, and death.

No matter what choice is made, the outcome will not change in the slightest.

You can't dodge or escape, and only by fighting your way out can you ensure that you and your companions survive.

When he finally stood in front of the Blood Throne to decide his fate, Aberdell was directly controlled by the lying corpse of the astral plane, and expressed his refusal very simply.

"Do you think I should take the path of becoming a god?"

Sancho was silent for a long time, and then asked in an uncertain tone.

There is no doubt that Aberdell's tragic fate had a huge impact on his precocious mind, so much so that he began to feel confused and pessimistic about the future.

Zuo Si smiled and spread his hands: "You ask me?" I have never been a god, so how can I know what it is like to be a god?

But I can tell you clearly that in this matter, my purpose is to obtain the priesthood of death and all the divine powers preserved in the Blood Throne.

That is, whoever inherits the legacy of the God of Murder will end up with only an empty kingdom and the Killing Priesthood itself.

As for the rest, I don't want to care, and I don't bother to care.

But if you're willing to become the new god of killing, then I can introduce you to some powerful allies to help you through the difficult times of becoming a god.

Okay, don't look sad.

You're much luckier than Aberdell.

Now let's get a bite to eat and change your mood......"

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si quickly cast the [Hero's Banquet], and summoned a bunch of sumptuous and delicious food and drinks in the open space at the top of the mountain.

As the saying goes, the world is the biggest, and the food is the biggest.

Sancho, who had been hungry for two days and had barely eaten, suddenly let out a gurgling sound in his stomach after smelling the fragrance, and without saying a word, he pounced on a piece of lamb chops and took a vicious bite, feeling the texture and taste of the tender and juicy mutton, and involuntarily showed an expression of enjoyment.

Zuo Si followed up and eliminated the severe allergic symptoms of those who fell to the ground through divine magic, and then used the teleportation magic again to leave.

He just walked on his front foot. Aamon, Jasila, and Aberdale awoke from their slumber.

When he saw a large table full of dishes not far ahead, as well as Sancho who was frantically stuffing food into his mouth, the youngest Aemon immediately felt the saliva secretion in his mouth accelerate, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva and asked, "Guess what I saw?" The boy was eating a big meal on the top of a deserted mountain. I guess I'm hallucinating, right? ”

"Nope! I saw the same picture. ”

Aberdale licked her lips as well.

As a man of action who lacks the ability to think, he didn't even hesitate, he walked directly to the table, grabbed a honey-glazed roast chicken and took a bite, and was instantly conquered by the indescribable deliciousness, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Next Second......

The two-meter-one-three strong man grabbed the wine from the amphora clay pot next to him, raised his head and poured two sips, and quickly shouted at the other members of the team: "These foods are real!" And it's delicious! Come here! ”

For adventurers, a hot meal in a harsh environment like the wild can be considered a treat.

Not to mention the delicious feast summoned with magical effects summoned by the [Hero's Banquet].

However, as a cautious harpist, Jasila still used the detection toxin very carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, she picked up a candied berry and put it in her mouth, feeling the sweetness and satisfaction from the tip of her tongue, as well as the accompanying magic effect.

After a few fruits, she raised her head and asked the boy sitting opposite, "Soth was here just now?" This is the Hero's Banquet he summoned with the High Ring Divine Technique? ”

"Hmm!"

Sancho nibbled on the lamb chops and nodded without thinking.

There's no need to hide something like this, but anyone who isn't a fool can guess it.

"Huh? Has Soth been here? Where are the others? ”

Ammon quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and began to look around.

"Save it, don't look for it, the mentor used teleportation magic to leave after summoning the hero's banquet, and he didn't stay long at all."

Sancho casually threw the leftover bones far down the cliff, smashed the head of a fox that was foraging, frightened the other party to jump more than half a meter high, and then squeezed into the bushes, showing his rebellious character to the fullest.

No doubt!

He's a typical guy who leans a bit into the chaotic camp.

Although this tendency is not very obvious for the time being.

"Why is Soth in such a hurry? I still have a lot of questions about magic that I want to ask him. ”

Hearing that Zuo Si had left, Ammon suddenly became a little sullen.

After all, among all the people present, she had the best relationship with Zuo Si, and she got along very happily.

Especially the years at the Candle Castle Hotel were the happiest times in a girl's life.

Sancho raised his head and glanced at his half-sister, who had not yet awakened, and put on a little adult appearance and said, "No one knows what the mentor is thinking, and no one can figure out what he is going to do. But with regard to magic, I can help. ”

"You?"

Ammon looked up, visibly distrusting a boy of his age to answer complex magical questions for himself, even if he had successfully cast more than one spell.

"Don't look at my young age, but I'm actually a seventh-level mage, and I'm definitely qualified to be your magic teacher."

Sancho proudly took the initiative to show goodwill, obviously intending to fit into the team.

He was eager to get a closer look at Aberdale and how he would perform in the upcoming showdown.

You must know that the boy has already seen Shalovok and understands how powerful the son of Baal, who has become the Duke of Baldur's Gate.

To put it mildly, with Aberdell's current strength, let alone defeating Shalofok, it is not worthy of lifting the other party's shoes.

"Do you want to join us?"

Jasila was undoubtedly aware of Sancho's intentions.

"Well, if you're willing to take my word for it. Because I also have a grudge against Shalophok, his men once slit my neck with a sword and pierced me in the heart. ”

Sancho clutched his chest and made it clear that he hated Shalovok.

"What do you mean...... He killed you? ”

Aberdell, who was eating Hesse, suddenly stopped all his movements and grew his mouth in disbelief.

Although the boy had mentioned this incident before, he did not have time to ask about the specific situation due to the strong allergic reaction at that time.

"You should have dreamed and gained some special powers from it, right?

Like you, I've gained some strength from it.

It's just that my strength is more inclined to save my life than to fight, so I've managed to survive until now.

By the way, Shalovok has been secretly collecting his siblings and bringing them to the temple beneath Baldur's Gate to be sacrificed.

That's why he's so powerful. ”

Sancho explained with a small sip of sweet and sour juice.

"Damn! This guy doesn't even spare a seven or eight-year-old child! It's crazy! ”

Jasila angrily raised her fist and slammed the table.

Whether it is the identity of the harpist or the belief in the goddess of the forest, Mericay, she cannot tolerate such an extremely evil behavior.

"Don't worry, little one, I'll cut off Shalovok's head with my own hands to avenge you!"

Aberdell reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder.

Maybe it's because he learns that the other party is also the son of Baal like himself, or maybe it's out of the same hatred for Shalophok.

In short, he selectively forgot about the small misunderstanding and conflict between him and Sancho just now, and felt that it would not be good to have a little half-brother and mage in the team.

At least in terms of spell casting ability, Sancho was much stronger than Thrall, another Santarin spy who was instantly brought down.

In this way, with the advantage of his age and precocious personality, Sancho quickly won the acceptance of half of the team.

Especially with Aimon, who is also a little rebellious and freewheeling, he has become a friend who talks about everything.

On the one hand, both are interested in arcane magic, and on the other hand, they are relatively close in mental age.

While everyone was enjoying a feast and discussing how to deal with Shalofok, far away on the peak of another mountain on the other side of the meandering river, Zuo Si was staring at an "old friend".

It was about half a minute before he smiled and asked, "Why, after the failure to capture the eye of the storm, are you eyeing the son of Baal again?" Dear Irenikas! ”

"I think we should talk about it and end those misunderstandings."

Irenikas took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm.

Through several attempts, he had come to realize that he had made a mistake in trying to get what he wanted from the young man in front of him through violent means.

This led to a gradual confrontation between the two sides, which began as a relatively happy relationship.

Zuo Si couldn't help but let out a sneer: "Ha! Misunderstand?

No, I don't think that's a misunderstanding.

You can use the treasure you obtained from the Fire Djinn to summon a powerful Immortal and a Fire Elemental Prince sealed in a scroll.

If this level of power were replaced by someone else, I am afraid that the grave grass would already be three feet tall.

You're in luck, though.

Because I am an open-minded and generous person, I am willing to accept apologies and reconciliation.

But only if you come up with enough gifts as compensation.

I believe that what I like and what I need, you should already know it, right?

Until then, whatever you want to do with these Bal Sons, I will not hesitate to choose to stop them.

This is the price you have to pay for offending me. ”

Needless to say, the reason why the two met here was that Irenikas wanted to reconnect with Shalovok after returning from Serre, but happened to be intercepted by the perceived Zuosi.

"Is there anything else in me that is worth your eye on?" Irenikas narrowed his eyes tentatively.

"Absolutely! That's your soul.

Anyway, you, who have been deprived of your elven identity and characteristics, will no longer be able to go to Avatar after death like your own compatriots.

So I suggest that you take advantage of the fact that it still has extraordinary value and you can take it out and make a trade.

If in the end your plan succeeds and you complete the canonization of gods, then you can naturally save your soul.

Because there is no being in the universe that can take away the soul of God.

But if you fail, then your soul after death will be mine.

In return, not only will I not interfere with your meddling in the Son of Baal, but I will also provide some help in any way I can.

Of course, the premise is that you must follow my rules. ”

The corners of Zuo Si's mouth turned up slightly, and he made a condition unhurriedly.

A madman like Irenikas who has long since lost his humanity will inevitably fall into the bottomless abyss or be reincarnated as a conspirator if he fails to become a god.

It's just too wasteful.

Zuo Si felt that it was better to fall into his own hands than that, at least he could transform another spell-breaking demon, just like Visharon.

Moment!

Erenikas's eyes burst into a monstrous rage, and his hands were clenched into fists.

If the brain is the essence of a living being, then the soul is the essence of that being.

Especially in the concept of the elves, the soul is a sacred thing that is supreme and must not be allowed to be desecrated.

Therefore, when he heard that the other party wanted his soul, this man from the elf high mage instantly became extremely angry, and even wanted to make the arrogant person in front of him pay the price immediately.

But as soon as he thought of Zuo Si's terrifying strength and hole cards, he quickly calmed down and asked in a chilling tone: "What if I refuse?" ”

Zuo Si threatened meaningfully: "If you refuse, then your ambition and desire to become a god will end here."

Whether it's Shalophok or the other children of Baal, you don't want anything from them in the end.

Because I'm going to crush your plans and sabotage your experiments with my own hands, so that you can't go any further.

Of course, it wouldn't be impossible if you could come up with something else that would interest me in exchange.

But I doubt that you, who owe a huge debt to the Sultan of Brass City's Fire Djinn, will still be able to get your hands on the artifact. ”

"I need a little time to think about it."

Falling into silence for five minutes, Irenikas was clearly unable to make up his mind immediately.

After all, after seeing the power of the Goddess of Magic's electorate, he knew very well how pale ordinary magic was to these "open players".

You will definitely not be able to win a head-on battle.

And the powerful elven high magic ritual is not something that can be completed by one person.

So the hands-on option was eliminated from the start.

There are only two options left, one is to sign a contract to sell their souls and gamble, and the other is to find a way to get two artifacts to satisfy the other party's appetite.

Both the former and the latter carry significant risks.

"No problem! Anyway, it's still some time before the turmoil caused by the Son of Baal is over, and you can think about it slowly until then.

Also, I'd suggest you'd better stay here to watch the upcoming battle of fates between Aberdell and Shalovok.

After reading it, you will have a clearer understanding of the nature of the gods.

You must know that God is not as simple as you think, and it is not simply a pile of energy and power.

They are a sublimation, a philosophical thought, an abstraction that mortals can never truly understand.

If you extract divine power and divinity from the body of the Son of Baal without understanding this, the consequences will be unimaginably severe.

Dear Irenikas, you don't realize you're on the wrong path, are you? ”

After saying this, Zuo Si ignored the other party's vigilant and guarded eyes, took out a Netherel scroll and began to read it in place.

As a master of time management, he is best at using his free time to study, constantly increasing his knowledge and strength.

What's more, it may be more than ten or twenty hours before the official start of the fight.

Rather than standing here with Irenikas staring wide-eyed, it would be better to look at the Nethrel Scrolls for a while and draw strength from the wisdom of the Creator race.

Especially after Midnight, the goddess of magic gave her permission to use the deep magic web, Zuo Si was already able to memorize and cast the Ten Rings and Eleven Rings spells.

He couldn't wait to restore some of the most important spells of Netherel's time, including Marven's World Weaving, Lefebber's Weaving Maze, and the advanced spells needed to create the Core of Mythera.

And all of this requires knowledge and inspiration from the Netherriel scrolls......

(End of chapter)