For any devil, promotion and change of form are undoubtedly a time-consuming thing.

Even if you are promoted from a low-level inferior demon to a minor devil, it will take at least about three hours.

As for the more advanced forms, it will take more than ten hours.

Therefore, a fallen soul like Irenikas who has attracted extra attention from the will of the plane, and is even destined to become a unique form of the Great Devil, will inevitably have to take more than twenty hours to transform.

In particular, the source of sin and hatred formed after the divine spark is extinguished, like a hungry beast, is frantically devouring the nourishment that the entire hellish plane has given it.

This includes not only the vast amount of divine energy obtained by squeezing souls, but also the larvae transformed into countless mortal souls after the death of countless mortal souls in the hatching pit.

Normally, these larvae would have hatched into cannon fodder at the bottom of the ecological chain.

But now they're all part of the body of a great devil who is about to be born.

Through the spherical shell formed by hot magma, countless larvae inside are exploding one after another, turning into a viscous mass of "ketchup" under the action of some powerful force, stirring together, constantly squeezing and solidifying in a very precise way, and finally forming a rough outline that can barely see the humanoid body.

First the bones, then the internal organs, the circulatory system, and the muscles......

Unlike the chaotic, completely random, and random evolution of the demons of the abyss, the process of shaping the demons' bodies presents an orderly beauty of an industrial assembly line from beginning to end.

Although every kind of devil, especially the high-level devils, tends to be greatly strengthened in all aspects.

But whether it is a deep hell purgatory demon or the lowest level of inferior demons, there is not much difference in its inner essence.

This is also why the former can use the ability of [Devil Shape] to transform the latter into a more advanced devil form as a material at will.

For example, twenty Bad Demons can be converted into two Bone Demons or three Barb.

If necessary, they can even create another Hellpurgatory from twenty Bad Demons.

But considering that this was equivalent to adding a potential competitor of the same level to himself, it was impossible for the Deep Hell Purgatory to do so unless it was a last resort.

This homogenization gives the Devil Legion a great flexibility advantage, which can transform the large and bloated low-level Devil Legion into a small and high-level elite at any time, and then complete a series of tactical combinations that seem unbelievable to the outside world.

And the conversion speed is very fast, often only taking a minute to complete.

The only downside is that this transformation is irreversible.

Even the Deep Hell Purgatory Demon or a higher-level Great Demon can't turn the temporarily transformed Bone Demon and Barbed Demon back into the original number of inferior Demons.

Of course, there is no need to change back.

After all, the number of bad demons is equal to the number of mortal souls who have fallen into hell, and it is not too easy to replenish.

The real problem that needs to be solved is how to assign corresponding positions to these transformed mid-level and even high-level devils, so as to ensure that the strict hierarchy between the devils and the absolute order within hell will not be shaken in the slightest.

However, these problems do not exist at the ninth level of Zuo Si's rule.

Because anyone who is identified as a threat will not be long before he will be "interviewed" by the succubus queen Mecansut, in fact, he will be thrown into the oil pool to take a bath.

When it comes out, both the mind and the consciousness will take a 180-degree turn.

Since all threats are nipped in the bud, the political struggle and intrigue at the ninth level are far less intense than at the other levels, and the tendency to be orderly is directly full.

On the contrary, it is an evil tendency, which seems to the layman to be slightly inadequate.

Several lords and the Devil Duke have even criticized Zuosi's way of ruling and the ridiculous election method in the huge cyberpunk city, which he thinks is neither "hell" nor "devil".

But Asmodeirs knows exactly what a staggering benefit the city can bring each month.

The number of soul prisms obtained through trade alone can be as high as millions or even tens of millions.

Not to mention the fact that there are a large number of mortals who are lost in the wonderful feeling of being able to unleash their desires unbridled, until they willingly sign a contract to sell their souls in exchange for more money to sustain their lives today.

This kind of environment of constant depravity in the enjoyment of pleasure is far more effective than those methods that rely on threats, intimidation, demagogues, and seduction.

And Asmodeus also perceives that the more materially rich a society is, the more the human spirit is more likely to be empty and lonely, and the belief in and reverence for the gods is decreasing.

Even many people who wield great wealth and power can't help but have a strong desire to break taboos and even blaspheme.

Many women and men in secret gatherings would dress themselves up as the avatars most often used by a god, and then do things in groups that were unsightly.

In the eyes of the Lord of Hell, only this kind of dark soul formed by self-depravity can exude the most charming fragrant taste, and at the same time can squeeze more energy.

According to this line of thinking and logic, isn't it true that the richer and more developed the material world, the more easily the mortal soul will be corrupted and degenerate?

In fact, he has privately carried out similar experiments in a world controlled by the devil, trying to prove whether this set has universal and large-scale value.

If the results are as expected, then the devils will begin to drastically adjust their tactics to help the poor and backward world become richer.

Then he wields a sickle to harvest the souls of mortals in waves, just as a farmer grows crops and a herdsman grazes livestock.

As for the consumption of money and material things, the devils don't care.

While waiting, Asmodeurs asked Zuo Si about the future development and planning of cyberpunk cities, and by the way, he also exchanged tips on how to better stimulate evil, greed, selfishness, and indulgence in human nature, and how to squeeze those cunning subordinates to do more work.

Viconia on the side could be described as sweating profusely when he heard this, and even the original strong hunger pang disappeared, leaving only deep fear and awe.

Although during the chat, the two great devils who stood at the very top of the pyramid of power and power in Batow's hell maintained an elegant demeanor and a kind smile from beginning to end.

But the content of the conversation made her feel creepy even the dark elves who were considered evil by other races to rival those of demons.

In particular, the contrast that cannot be described in words is more frightening than the madness, bloodlust and tyranny of the spider goddess Rose.

After all, the evil of the latter is easily felt.

However, the former disguised himself as a traditional "good person" in the eyes of mortals, and made him fall into hell step by step by enjoying pleasure by inducing him.

Similarly, Viconia has discovered the state of a giant cyberpunk city, which is actually a super-enhanced version of the West Coast Empire.

More abundant material conditions!

More variety of entertainment to enjoy!

There are also countless temptations that can be seen everywhere!

Even if she were allowed to live in such an environment for a long time, she would probably not be much different from those residents who had sunk.

After all, there is a choice between happiness, blandness and pain, but anyone who is not sick in the brain will choose the first one.

Because that's the most primitive instinct engraved in the genes.

Just as Viconya's brain began to overload a little, a violent vibration suddenly came from the hatching pit, which had been covered in magma.

Next Second......

Rumble!!!!!!!

The entire hatching pit was like a volcanic eruption, spilling a large amount of liquid mixed with sticky flesh into the air.

Countless face-like objects appeared out of thin air on the walls of the hatchery's interior, and opened their mouths to let out piercing screams.

With a scream, a humanoid creature more than three meters tall and extremely emaciated from top to bottom finally slowly flew out of the bottom of the pit.

He has the devil's standard of huge bat wings, a venomous barbed tail, and his hands and feet are all sharp claws, but the horns are not visible only on his head.

Or rather, there is no head at all, just a swirling black hole that keeps spinning under the leather hood, as if leading to a void of extradimensional space.

There is no doubt that this faceless devil is the completely transformed Irenikas.

"Ahh It seems that the surprise has finally been revealed.

Congratulations, my young friend, you have another capable man to your command.

But before you can do that, I'm afraid you'll have to solve a small problem. ”

Asmodeus stared at Irenikas' blank face and smiled playfully.

As expected.

The latter at this moment is clearly in a very delicate state.

The first thing I saw him do when he landed on the ground was to open his mouth and ask in a tone without a trace of undulation: "Who am I?" Why can't I see anything, I can't feel anything? ”

"What's going on?"

Zuo Si obviously had a very puzzled expression.

If this happened to the demon of the bottomless abyss, he wouldn't have the slightest strange feeling at all.

After all, anything can happen in that chaotic land.

But the problem is that hell belongs to the plane of order, and accidents are absolutely impossible to occur under normal circumstances.

Asmodeus replied without thinking, "As a soul holder, you should know best what happened to him, don't you?"

Now this demon, transformed from a lost self-soul, needs a new identity to redefine himself.

And you are the only master who can give him that definition.

Whether it's a fragment of a memory, or something you once cherished and used.

In short, you have to pay something to get this right-hand man.

Now that the mystery has been revealed, I can go back with confidence.

If you have the opportunity, remember to get more of this kind of super high-quality soul in the future.

They are able to greatly increase the power of the entire plane. ”

With that, the Lord of Hell disappeared and teleported away.

Because he had already seen this one-form great devil transformed by a quasi-god, he also knew the power that the other party had gained from extinguishing the spark of divinity.

"What did you cherish and use?"

Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a moment, quickly remembering the face he had ripped off from the other party's face when he seemed to be fighting with Irenikas before, and hurriedly rummaged it out.

【Mask of Irenikas】

One to the Nine Rings spell slot plus one

Provides permanent acceleration to the wearer

Intelligence stat plus five

Spell resistance plus twenty

There is a 10% chance that after successfully casting a spell, the Spell Twins will trigger the Spell Twin, which will turn one spell into two identical spells in an instant

The mask is exclusive to Irenikas and cannot be equipped by anyone else to gain access to its magical powers.

When this mask like a human face appeared, the great devil who was standing motionless not far away seemed to sense something, and immediately stepped over and slowly stretched out his skinny claws.

"Give it to me, give it to me, I can feel it's mine."

"Why don't you just grab it?"

Zuo Si looked at the other party's face as empty as a whirlpool black hole with interest.

Irenikas was silent for a moment and replied, "I can't do that. Because I need to be given and redefined, and that's something that only you can do. ”

"So I'm your master, right?" Zuo Si continued to probe tentatively.

"Yes. The moment you hand over the mask to me, you gain absolute dominance over me. It's a clause that is clearly stated in the contract, and I simply can't break it. ”

After saying that, the devil Irenikas stopped making a sound, and just waited for the result without saying a word.

Regarding the binding force of the rules of hell, Zuo Si is still quite confident.

After all, in the Primordial Covenant, the devil was explicitly granted the right to dispose of the lawful acquisition of souls at will.

So he just handed the mask over.

As a result, the moment Irenikas got the mask, the whole person suddenly became extremely excited and excited, and began to shout like a madman, and then put the mask on his face, which was only a swirling black hole.

Moment!

The mask, which was originally just a layer of dead skin, was quickly breathed into life, blending perfectly with the head and neck, and looking the same as before.

But the weird thing is that although his face is like an elf, the rest of his body is already a complete devil.

At first glance, it can feel very scary and incongruous.

In addition, after putting on the mask, Irenikas finally had a noticeable change in mood, no longer as cold as a day machine just now.

"I remember!

I remembered it all!

I used to have two names, Jonares and Joan Irenikas.

They represent two distinct stages of life.

And now I have been transformed into a devil because of the contract I signed at the beginning. ”

"You can recall all the memories you had when you were a mortal?"

Zuo Si was obviously taken aback.

Because the soul travels to the outer plane to reincarnate after physical death, it is theoretically impossible to retain complete memories.

Whether it is in the hell and abyss of evil tendencies, or in the heavenly mountains and bliss of good tendencies.

Generally speaking, it is remarkable that a soul can retain a small part of the memories of the mortal period.

Aukus, one of the Big Three of the Abyss, relied on the slight advantage brought by the fragmentary memories of his predecessor as a necromancer to kill other competitors, and slowly climbed from a larva to his current position.

Irenikas raised his paw and gently touched the extremely incongruous face, and said in a nostalgic tone, "No, it's not a memory, it's not a memory, it's given through this mask. Once I lose my face, I will forget everything in an instant. ”

"I see! That's what it really means to be given and redefined......"

Zuo Si immediately understood the current state of Irenikas and the abilities he possessed as a one-form Great Devil.

When this guy doesn't have a mask, it's like a robot that doesn't have any personality or thinking, and only acts according to the underlying logic.

And the mask is like a software system that gives it personality and thinking.

When given a mask to Irenikas, he becomes the powerful Elven High Mage;

But if you change to a mask made of the skin of a powerful warrior, then this guy will also gain the personality and thinking mode of a warrior.

On top of that, this ability will stack with the Great Devil's own base ability.

Therefore, the face of Irenikas in the swirling black hole actually reflects his inner heart, which continues to sink and fall, until he completely loses himself.

I have to say, this state of affairs is really quite interesting.

Even more heavyweight than Faro, an ace spy who can divide his personality infinitely, and Isadora, who clones himself in large numbers and annexes each other.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't have much time to conduct all kinds of experiments at this time, and after making it into a card for the traveling mage, he returned to the mage tower with Viconia, who was already half starved to death.

……

At the same time, far away on the edge of Enok, the largest desert in the north of the continent of Faren, a huge floating city floated above the clouds.

Owo, a legacy of Netheril's time, is commanding a group of mages, warlocks, apprentices, and constructs that expand outwards around the center of Mythera's core.

Most of the buildings that are now close to the center have already been completed.

Although it seems a little empty due to the lack of enough residents, it does not prevent all those involved from feeling excited and full of anticipation.

After all, for the vast majority of spellcasters in the Feren Continent, Netherel represents the pinnacle of human magical civilization to a certain extent, and it is a golden age that countless mages yearn for.

Although Netherel is still a long way from the magic power of the elves at their peak.

And the floating city is one of the most iconic and recognizable things of this era.

It is equivalent to a flag, and when it is raised again, it will inevitably attract many people to join it.

After consulting with Zuosi, Ovo personally named the floating city "Revival", and firmly believed that this was the starting point for Netheriel's reappearance.

The time and energy he spent on Floating City was almost several times or even more than ten times that of the Kadarin Magic Stone Vein, which was more important in Zuo Si's opinion.

Of course, the Grand Arcanist did not let his guard down on this important vein, but instead used magical power to build a sturdy stone fortress above the mine.

Not only did one of his descendants take charge of it himself, but he also stuffed more than 2,000 undead creatures into it to ensure safety.

Several desert tribes who wanted to raid were wiped out by the swarming army of the undead before they could get close to the walls.

Even his own body and soul after death were transformed into one of them.

Aware of the situation in this land that was once under Nethar's rule, Owor never thought that the seemingly fierce desert tribes and bandits were a threat.

What he really feared was the enemies who were hidden and simply invisible.

In particular, several recent reports have shown that there are a lot of very suspicious people who have appeared near the surrounding desert oasis to ask the locals about the situation in the Great Desert of Enoch.

Thinking of this, the Grand Arcanist took his eyes off the hustle and bustle of the construction site, turned to the assistant next to him, and asked, "Haven't we sent out the men to catch the tails of these suspicious targets?" ”

"I'm sorry, Master, but there's no good news yet.

The other party seems to be very alert, and as soon as he notices something wrong, he will immediately choose to run away.

And according to the description of the mages involved in the pursuit, the target will disappear completely after escaping into the shadows, and it is suspected that he has the ability to travel between the real world and the shadow world. ”

The lich hastened to tell what he knew.

From the respectful attitude, it is not difficult to see that he actually respects and admires this "old-timer" quite a lot.

After all, Owo's attainment in necromancy can be said to be the pinnacle, and a little finger or two words can make other necromancers use it for life.

"Into the shadows? Can you travel between the real world and the shadows? Ovo was slightly stunned at first, and then quickly frowned. Oddly enough, this is not good news. ”

The lich was puzzled and asked, "Isn't it just a few suspicious spellcasters using the Shadow Net, do you need to be so nervous?" ”

Owo explained with a gloomy face: "If it's just one or two, of course it's not worth being nervous.

But the problem is that there are too many of these guys.

And you noticed, the area where they appear most often is actually on the thirsty sandbar north of the Scimitar Peak mountain range.

This is almost the largest basin in the entire desert.

If someone wants to create a huge lake and an area suitable for cultivation through magic, then it is undoubtedly the best choice. ”

As he spoke, the Grand Arcanist magically created a map of illusions out of thin air, marking the location of the "Thirsty Sandbank".

From the map, it is easy to see that there is a huge basin in the center of the large desert surrounded by scimitar-shaped mountains, and in the center of it there is a small blue pattern representing water.

At its most glorious days, it was one of the most important granaries of civilization, and the small blue dot, which was almost invisible, was a lake with abundant water.

But now, with the collapse of the environment, the lake has been transformed from a freshwater lake into a very small saltwater lake by the evaporation of the sun day after day, and the surrounding area is full of saline land.

Several of the more powerful tribes occupied the saltwater lakes and collected salt to exchange necessities with passing traders or other tribes.

It can be said that the thirsty sandbar is the only place in the largest desert in the Faren continent that is barely suitable for human survival.

If Zuo Si saw the marks on the map, he would definitely be able to recognize this so-called "thirsty sandbar" at a glance, which was the "Shadow Sea" that would be occupied and transformed by Yin Ghost City in the future.

"What do you mean...... Could it be that the caster of the Shadow Net we found was from the Floating City that hid in the Shadow Realm back then? Are they investigating the situation in the Enohok Desert in preparation for the upcoming return? ”

The lich finally reacted, his tone filled with shock and disbelief.

After all, the floating city has been out of sight for too long, and many historians and scholars have begun to speculate that the inhabitants of it may have been killed and turned into monsters by the terrifying undead in the shadow plane.

Ovo nodded slightly: "Yes."

After all, ordinary ghost creatures don't choose to turn around and run away immediately after encountering a living person.

Rather, they will be driven to attack by irrepressible hatred.

Being able to run away means being smart enough and having sanity.

I suspect that it is highly likely that Teramante Tanshur made a deal with some evil goddess of darkness when he entered the Shadow Plane.

Suspicious subjects using the Shadow Web may be the result of the transaction.

Otherwise, any normal arcane spellcaster would not easily give up using the web woven by the goddess of magic, and choose to embrace the web of shadows with huge flaws and vulnerabilities. ”

"OMG! If this is true, then aren't we facing a great threat that has been building up power in the shadows for thousands of years? ”

There was a hint of nervousness in the lich's voice.

After all, if the Lord of the Ghost City, Tairamant Tanshur, was still alive, he would be at least two thousand eight hundred years old by now.

The Floating City has also been in the shadow plane for more than 1,700 years.

According to the law that the longer a mage lives, the more powerful he becomes, no one knows what incredible magical power the supreme lord now wields.

But Ovo sarcastically said dismissively: "What are you afraid of!

Teramante Tanshur is nothing more than a waste who has forgotten the glory of Nethrel and bowed to the gods.

He has a floating city, don't we have it?

Take a good look at what you're stepping on right now?

What's more, we have a vast empire behind us, with a strong military and a steady stream of mages. ”

As he spoke, Owo directly sent the news to Zuo Si, who was thousands of kilometers away, through teleportation magic.

On the other side, floating in the central hall of the shadow plane, the Yin Soul City.

As the supreme leader, Teramant Tanshur is sitting on his throne, listening to the news from his most trusted and capable subordinate, Hajhorna.

Around him stood ten men who were very different in age, but who were clearly related by blood in terms of physiognomy.

Needless to say, these male members are the sons of the Supreme City Lord, and they are also revered as the "Princes of the Shadows".

Among them, Revaran Tanshur, the eldest son and one of the chosen people of Shar, was staring at Hajhorna's back with very cold and hostile eyes.

He was obviously very jealous that this outsider could be so trusted and valued by his father, and even higher than himself in political status.

But as if he had seen nothing, Hajhorner took it upon himself to present the information he had compiled in the most concise way possible.

Because the position he holds now is actually equivalent to the prime minister under one person and above ten thousand people.

As long as Teramante still trusts himself as always, it doesn't matter how the rest of these Gintama princes make trouble.

"According to the reports of the spies sent out, there is not much value on the ruins of the Netherel Empire today other than the yellow sand and the barbarians who have been completely degraded.

If you want to rebuild Netherel on this land, the only place you can use it is a basin called the Thirsty Sandbar.

As long as a huge freshwater lake is created through magic, then thousands of square kilometers of surrounding land will become suitable for farming and feeding a certain number of people.

In addition, in the south of the desert there is a kingdom called Komyr, which is not only rich in land but also has a large population, which is a very good target for conquest.

As long as we occupy the country, we will be able to continue to expand northeastwards and annex Sambia, the valleys, and other regions.

The latter is in a civil war, and the other has been divided for a long time, and it is impossible for them to withstand our fierce attack......"

As Hajhorner pointed to the map he had just drawn and was gushing about his plans, one of the ghost princes, Yada Tanshur, stood up and questioned, "Why did you choose the Kingdom of Cormier, Sambia, and the Valley?"

Geographically, aren't the Northlands, West Hartland and the Dragon's Coast better targets?

And once we have access to the sea, we can quickly build a strong navy. ”

Hajhorner turned around and glanced at the prince, who supported the Shar Church in leading the Netherworld City like Revaran, and replied very dryly, "Of course, it's because of the West Coast Empire.

The places you just mentioned are either territories that are already part of this powerful empire, or territories that are about to be annexed.

Therefore, any kind of invasion can mean a bitter war.

Moreover, the opponent has a considerable number of casters of no low rank, and the Emperor himself is the Chosen of the Goddess of Magic, a legendary mage and priest.

As the architect of the plan, I don't think it's wise to start with such a formidable enemy. ”

"Tell me more about the West Coast Empire and the Emperor. I would like to know more about them. ”

Teramant, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly knocked on the armrest of his seat.

Seeing his father speak, Yada didn't dare to continue pestering, and immediately bowed and took two steps back.

Hajhorner's eyes flashed with a taunt that was not easy to detect, and then he pulled out a few pages of paper full of small letters, cleared his throat and read aloud: "The West Coast Empire is a patchwork of the original Karin, Tassel, Am, and vast lands from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon's Coast, and inherited the territory of the Shaun dynasty in its heyday.

It was founded for a very short time, having gained legitimacy through a marriage.

The founder and current Emperor, Soth, is a co-elect of both the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease, while also claiming to be a traveling mage.

There are so many rumors about his experience that 90% of them cannot be confirmed for the time being.

So I've listed them all according to the timeline, so you might as well see for yourself.

Let's just say that if half of this is true, we'd better never provoke him. ”

With that, Hajhorner pulled out two pieces of paper and handed them to the indifferent, expressionless and emotionless figure on the throne.

Terramante took it and swept through the contents at great speed, and finally there was a trace of emotion in his dark and deep eyes, and he asked bluntly, "Are you sure that these are things that mortals can participate in and do?" ”

"I don't know.

But considering that all these times happened in close proximity to now, the credibility should be high.

Because of this, I felt it was wise to avoid a head-on conflict with the West Coast Empire as much as possible.

After all, the continent of Faren is vast, and there are countless lands to the east for us to conquer and develop.

There is no need to risk heavy losses and go to war with another powerful empire. ”

Completely ignoring the hostile eyes of the few Silver Princes who believed in Shar, Hajhorner solemnly gave his advice.

From these words, it is not difficult to see that he is not at all interested in the church of the goddess of the night, but is completely loyal to the supreme city lord alone.

Teramant's eyes narrowed and stared at the map, as if he was thinking and weighing the benefits.

Although he is now, like other Yin Princes, he has long since inhaled negative energy to transform himself into a ghost form in order to prolong his life, but he does not fully trust Shar in his bones.

Secretly, to be exact, there is even some wariness.

This can be seen from his heavy use of Hajhorner to suppress his eldest son, Revaran.

You must know that anyone who can become a Grand Arcanist during the Netharil period is considered to be an out-and-out top genius.

This, coupled with the widespread belief among the Grand Arcanists at the time that the gods were nothing more than stronger Arcanists, led to their arrogance in their hearts.

Although Teramant succumbed to Shar on the surface, only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Father, I don't think you need to be afraid of the fledgling West Coast Empire and its rulers. For the great goddess has blessed us with a secret weapon sufficient to confront it. ”

As he spoke, Revalan pulled out a black box studded with runes from his bosom and carefully handed it to his father.

"It's ......"

Tyramante did not immediately reach out to take it, but stared at the eldest son with a slightly wary and puzzled look.

He knew very well that these sons were secretly planning to kill themselves and replace them.

The reason why no one has taken action for the time being is that they have formed a delicate balance between each other.

Once the balance is broken, then the eldest son, who has long been a voter of Shar, will be more than happy to be the first to perform the filial piety of his father and son, and then dedicate the city of ghosts to his own goddess.

"It's a gift! A gift from the Great Goddess! With it, we in Netherland will be able to defeat all enemies and restore the glory of the Netherel era. ”

As he said this, Ryvaran's tone was unusually agitated and fanatical, and his eyes revealed infinite devotion to his faith.

Seeing this scene, Telamante subconsciously frowned, but he didn't say anything, just reached out and took the box.

Because getting the eldest son to believe in Shar was one of the deals he made with the goddess in the first place.

The original intention was to hope that Revaran would be able to resist the temptation and stay true to his heart as an arcane and continue on the path of magic.

But the result is that since joining the church, Ryvaran's mage level has stayed at LV11 and has never increased, but the priest level has increased by leaps and bounds to LV15.

He himself fell into an inexplicable religious fanaticism, and formed a church in the Netherworld to expand Shar's influence.

Despite his displeasure with his eldest son, Teramant eventually opened the box.

As a result, when he saw what was inside, he hadn't changed for thousands of years, and his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something terrible.

After only a second, the Supreme City Lord immediately snapped the lid of the box, stood up and asked in an unquestioning tone, "Are you sure this is a gift from the goddess to the Netherworld City?" ”

"Yes, Father.

The Goddess has foreseen that we are going to face a powerful enemy.

That's why you are given this weapon as a hole card to turn the tide at a critical moment.

Perhaps the West Coast Empire and its Emperor are as difficult to deal with as Hajjohner describes.

But with the blessing of the great goddess of the night, it will be us who will win in the end.

So don't hesitate, it's time for Netherworld City to return to the continent of Feren and announce to the entire world that Netherel is back. ”

Revaran raised her arms and shouted in a provocative tone.

Maybe it's because he thinks the thing in the box is powerful enough, or maybe he thinks that Shar, the goddess of the night, has a good chance of winning on his side.

Anyway, after a minute of silence, Teramant Tanshur finally said in his majestic voice, "From this moment on, the entire Nethersoul City enters the final stage of preparation, recalling all those who are still exploring the shadow plane. A month later, we returned to Feren to rebuild Netheril. ”

"As you wish, Supreme City Lord."

"Father, I promise that the entire world will tremble under the power of the magical and military power of the Netherworld City."

"That's right! They will surrender at our feet and give everything for the rebuilding of Netheril! ”

……

All of a sudden, the eyes of the Yin Prince in the hall burst with a light called ambition.

After all, they have been hiding in the floating city of the shadow plane all day, and they basically have no room to play except for infighting.

But now, once they return to the physical world, these princes will be able to expand their territory and build an army loyal to them.

Even if you can't inherit the position of the lord of Yin Soul City in the end, you can at least become a feudal official or establish your own kingdom.

Even Hajhorner is no exception in this regard.

However, Teramant Tanshur did not care about this, but was pleased with the "self-motivation" of his sons, and carefully put the box close to him.

As for what exactly was inside, apart from him, I am afraid that only Revaran knew.

With the order of the Supreme City Lord, the Yin Soul City, which had not made any major movements for more than a thousand years, was immediately mobilized.

Countless mages, warriors, and priests, under the unified coordination and scheduling, have entered a state of semi-war control.

All requests for outings and appointments were denied, and the towers that had been erected elsewhere in the shadow plane were abandoned in a very short time.

The various Nether Princes also took the opportunity to recruit some capable people to join their ranks in preparation for the upcoming expansion war.

No one was aware that in the depths of the shadow plane, which was invisible, a pair of eyes glowing with a lilac glow were watching their every move.

And the owner of the eyes raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

(End of chapter)