The Meandering River is close to the Bariskell Bridge on the side of the Supreme Forest.

This is the site of the Battle of Ciric's fame in the turbulent years, and the place where he took out the murder god Baal with the help of the god-killer sword transformed by the god of thieves Elon Musk.

Because of this, the clear water that had been left upstream from here became black, muddy, and smelled disgusting, and only faded a little south through the tidal flats near Troll's Claw, taking on a brownish-red color like dried blood.

Locals affectionately call it "the water of Baal".

Although the water is no longer toxic as long as it is some distance away from the Bariskell Bridge, it still has a curse effect on drinkers for a day.

Some mages and scholars believe that this phenomenon may mean that after the Sage of Baal was killed, a part of his evil and filthy divinity and divine power was left in the river forever, hence this terrible scene.

But some mages and scholars believe that the polluted water is simply a side effect of the blood of the gods being fused into the river.

Otherwise, if there is divine power and divinity, mortals will immediately disappear as long as they take a sip.

In short, there are many speculations about the strange waters of the Meandering River near the Barriskell Bridge, but no one has any solid evidence to prove their suspicions.

What's even more outrageous is that some of the guys who worship Baal as the god of fertility even believe that the polluted river water has aphrodisiac properties.

So I came from far and wide to get a sip of the sewage that tasted like I could vomit out all the night's meals, and then go back and regain my strength......

It turns out that whether it is the earth or the other world, there is basically no big difference between men in this regard.

And I don't know if it's really useful or psychological, but according to the feedback of the user, the effect is actually quite good.

Of course, these are not Zuo Si's concerns.

At this moment, he was standing under the bridge of Bariskell, staring at the river that was almost completely clear, and said in a slightly playful tone: "The essence power that Baal has left here is completely gone.

I have to admit that this distraction was a beautiful play.

He uses the movements of the other Sons of Baal, including the Five Descendants, to attract our attention, and then secretly creates a clone of his own.

This means that the god of murder has chosen the vessel of his resurrection, and that he is a son of Baal who has never been in our sight. ”

"What do you mean...... Under the Meandering River Bridge, the place where the Sage of Baal fell, really contains the essence of Baal, as many people have guessed? ”

A look of shock and disbelief appeared on Barsaza's face.

"Hehe, what, do you think it's weird?

The Sage of the turbulent years is not an ordinary Sage, but contains the full divine essence of a god.

Therefore, when they are devastated in the form of the Sage, they will truly die.

The Meandering River has always been one of the most direct means of resurrection that Baal could use.

However, I always felt that he would choose to be like Aberdale or the other five descendants as a vehicle to draw strength from the waters of the river and finally achieve his own resurrection.

But the god of murder found another way and secretly hid a son of Baal as the final hole card.

Perhaps he has now been resurrected in the body of his own heir, but he has not yet returned to the Blood Throne to reclaim all his power. ”

With that, Zuo Si bent down and picked up a puddle of water in the river water, which was already basically completely clear, feeling the evil divine power that had almost completely dissipated inside.

He wasn't too surprised that there were still the Sons of Baal left in the world.

After all, although Melissian tried her best to run around the continent of Faeron, she gathered together a large number of the sons of Baal who confirmed their identities, and then created a tragic massacre to collect divine power and divinity.

But given the quantity and breadth of the seeds that Barr sowed that year, it was almost impossible to catch them all at once.

Not to mention her, even after more than a hundred years of the successful resurrection of the three gods of death, there are still sporadic fish that have slipped through the net.

And as long as there is one son of Baal alive in the world, there is a possibility that the god of murder will make a comeback.

"And what are you going to do next?"

Barsaza frowned, clearly anxious about the situation.

He fears that his father, Barr, will be resurrected and that he will use the power of evil and filth within him to influence him.

Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and replied in a slightly playful tone, "No matter what this god of murder is planning, the empty throne of blood is there.

All I want to do is to directly trigger the final battle and attract all the people who spy on the god's throne to show up.

There are countless lies, deceptions, illusions in this world that can confuse a person and make them make wrong judgments.

But there is only one thing that can never be faked, and that is strength that can be seen and touched.

So please pass on a message to the last five of the descendants for me, and let us put an end to this farce in ten days before the Blood Throne of the Bal Kingdom. ”

Hearing this, Barsaza's face changed slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and said tentatively: "You want to declare war on them?" ”

Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully: "No, it's not just them, but all the sons of Baal who want to become new gods. I will destroy them mercilessly in this divine war, and then take what I want. ”

"Are you crazy? Both of those guys are now full-blown demigods, and my father is hiding in the shadows. ”

Barsaza apparently did not understand this sudden change in attitude and strategy.

In his opinion, how to deal with Abazig and Melissand is to think in the long run, at least to separate the two and break them one by one.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a demigod with little divine power, and even if they are united, how much of a threat can they pose. You say yes, right? ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si set his eyes on Davian, the sun knight who was following him.

The latter immediately understood, and hurriedly touched his chest with one hand and bowed deeply.

"Rest assured, I will prove myself in this divine battle with all my strength."

Seeing that Zuo Si and Davidian showed such a strong self-confidence, Barsaza naturally didn't want to say anything more, so he could only nod his head and turn around and leave.

However, he did not fully trust this ally, and was ready to participate in the final battle himself.

The legendary and determined warrior monk had no fear of death.

Because as early as when he learned of his background and bloodline, he made up his mind to sacrifice himself if necessary, in exchange for the world no longer being threatened by the evil murder god.

Moreover, Barsaza also secretly prepared a special move, which was enough to inflict heavy damage and even kill the demigods in an instant.

In this way, with the return of Zuo Si, the decisive battle for the Blood Throne finally opened and entered the final countdown.

The gods of Torrell also cast their eyes on who would have the last laugh.

Since the gods of the gods had sent their own Blazing Divine Attendants, they had given up the idea of continuing to meddle and intervene.

After all, it hadn't been long since the turbulent year had passed, and Io's dissatisfaction with the gods' frequent interference in mortal affairs was still in his ears, and no one dared to blatantly do things at such a time.

Just as Bassaza had just walked on his front foot, Zuo Si was about to teleport back to the Mage Tower, when he suddenly saw a sturdy man with a thick beard appear out of thin air.

He was dressed in slightly shabby armor, his eyes were covered with strips of white cloth, his right arm had no palm, only the same white bandage wrapped around his wrist, and a very bright and dazzling halo on his forehead, which exuded a strong light of perfection from top to bottom.

Tyr, the god of justice?

Zuo Si recognized the identity of the person in an instant, and a very surprised look appeared on his face.

Because in his opinion, he really has no common language with this god of justice, and his previous cooperation was carried out through Ilmat, the god of suffering.

He really couldn't figure out what the other party was doing at such a time.

"Hello, young man, would you mind taking some time to talk to me?"

Tyre offered to invite.

It is not difficult to see from the fluctuation of divine power that is not obvious on the body that this is not a combat avatar, but the lowest and most inconspicuous ordinary avatar, the kind that can even be captured and imprisoned by mortals.

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

Zuo Si agreed very simply, and gave his entourage a gesture to go back first, and followed him directly.

The two men followed the road connected by the Bariskell Bridge to the southeast, until they saw the walls of Soba, and the merchants who came and went in and out of the trade and the soldiers patrolling the surroundings on horseback.

Tyr's blindfolded eyes stared in the direction of the city, and after a full minute, he asked, "Your goal is to build a prosperous and powerful magical empire in this world, right?" ”

Obviously, although his eyes were completely blinded, and there was nothing in the sockets under the strip of cloth, just two black holes, it did not affect his vision.

Because God is different from mortals.

They perceive their surroundings and are not dependent on any organs.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I have never hidden my ambitions and ideas on this point. Because I want to show a possibility, a social structure and a way of ruling that has never appeared in the continent of Faerun. ”

"I've been able to start feeling it gradually.

You have created an unprecedentedly large and complex bureaucracy that replaces the traditional aristocracy in managing and collecting taxes;

At the same time, with the help of the church, a judicial system of checks and balances was built to restrain and deter the bureaucrats who held power, and to minimize the occurrence of corruption, corruption, and money and power transactions.

In addition to this, a large number of new technologies and magic have been applied to daily life, bringing unprecedented convenience and benefits to millions of civilians.

The public schools and the examination and selection system that have invested heavily in the establishment of the poor have given the poor at the bottom hope of completing the class leap upwards.

To be honest, I still can't believe that all this was done by a great devil who is inclined to order and evil.

What's even more interesting is that instead of suppressing kindness and fairness, you encourage my paladins and priests to teach people to do good.

If you don't mind, can you tell you what you're trying to accomplish in the end? ”

As he said this, there was a strong curiosity in Tyr's tone.

Because he has been observing the West Coast Empire for a long time, and has even witnessed first-hand the judicial trials of this vast emerging country, as well as the functioning of society as a whole, more than once.

It can even be said that the overall situation of the West Coast Empire is much better than that of Neverwinter, where the god of justice is the main religion.

Neverwinter is home to a large number of nobles who wield a lot of wealth, land, and power.

Even the Lord of Nasir didn't have a good way to deal with them.

After all, the privileges of the nobility had long been written into the city's legal code.

After several generations, many aristocratic families have long since lost the precious qualities of their ancestors, such as bravery, fearlessness, responsibility, and dedication, and have become both selfish and self-interested, like a thick rotting sore hiding in the shadow cast by the glossy exterior of Neverwinter.

This is why, when the plague broke out in Neverwinter, the entire city fell almost instantly, and many areas were plunged into anarchic riots, even with the leadership of the Church of the Righteous God.

Because more than half of the city's upper ruling class has long since rotted from its roots.

If it were the same as before, even Tyr wouldn't have done anything good about it.

After all, the noble lords are the foundation of this world to maintain rule and order.

Without them, the ignorant civilians would not know how to organize production, build armies, and defend against threats from the wilderness, the Alien Planes, and the forces of evil.

But now, with the establishment of a massive bureaucracy and oversight system in the West Coast Empire, everyone and even the gods see another possibility.

Everyone suddenly realized that it turned out that the noble lords were not necessary.

Moreover, compared with the primitive and backward feudal system, parliamentary system, and satrapy system, the huge professional bureaucracy can maintain the smooth operation of an incomparably large empire.

The ability to mobilize and allocate resources for terrorist organizations brought about by this strong centralization can be enough to throw off the former I don't know how many streets.

In particular, the large-scale infrastructure construction and water conservancy construction that are being carried out in the entire Faren continent are not at all possible by a third country except for the two magical powers, Ser and Harua.

However, Serre and Harua relied mainly on a large group of spellcasters to build infrastructure and water conservancy, and Serre may have to add countless slaves and undead.

But the West Coast Empire used living people.

Although some of them are undead laborers and constructors, the proportion of living people is far more than 50%.

During the whole process, there was no rebellion or rebellion, and every worker was paid a good salary.

In the eyes of the outside world, if the West Coast Empire can organize hundreds of thousands of people to work collectively, it will naturally be able to organize the same or even more people into a disciplined army.

What does hundreds of thousands, millions of highly trained troops mean on the continent of Faerun?

Just flip through the map and see.

It is even larger than the combined population of many regions combined.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insiders look at the doorway.

The neighbors in the periphery of the empire, especially the country like Turmis, which is completely surrounded by land, have long been trembling, fearing that there will be any major movement on the border, and the ruling class will be like a frightened bird.

There is no way, this is the sadness of being in a big country and a small country around it, and there is no sense of security at all.

As for the economic erosion, it is even worse.

The dumping of all kinds of cheap goods has almost completely destroyed the small handicraft workshops in the country, and social contradictions caused by unemployment and poverty have emerged one after another.

As the emperor of the empire and the founder of the trade alliance, Zuo Si can be said to know the situation in his own country and the surrounding neighbors well, and immediately responded with a smile: "I don't really have a very clear purpose.

I just want to put some of my ideas and ideas into practice.

You can understand that this is a social experiment on the development of civilization.

I want to prove that what happened in my own homeland can be replicated in a world of magic and gods.

And I like to get satisfaction from building, growing, and thriving.

In my opinion, most parts of the world are too far behind.

It has great magical power and convenient technology, but it has never been able to bring about a leap in productivity in daily life.

Since no one else can do it, I have no choice but to reluctantly end up in person.

Judging by the current situation, it seems that I am doing a good job. ”

"Social Experiment ......"

Tyr keenly grasped a key word.

"yes, social experiments.

What do you think otherwise?

Don't forget, in the first line of the Supreme Law of the Empire, it is stated that I, as the Emperor, have the power to override all laws, to add and remove any law, and to pardon even the most heinous criminals.

Therefore, no matter how fair and just the other articles at the end of this code may seem, they are essentially just tools for exercising rule.

It's just that I rarely use this power to interfere with the entire justice system, which is why some people think that it represents fairness and justice.

I'm a dictator, a tyrant, and that has never changed. ”

With that, Zuo Si showed the tyrant's gloves worn on the demon's hand to show his identity.

He is the elect of Bane, the god of tyranny, and believes in the highly centralized ruling philosophy of "I am the state", believing that strongman politics is the foundation for the progress and development of the country.

After all, it has been proven more than once in the history of the earth that only under the leadership of those political strongmen can backward countries complete reforms and become powerful countries in a short period of time.

This was true in ancient times, and it is also true in modern times.

Even the most liberal and democratic beacon of humanity actually emerged from the Great Economic Depression and won the Second World War under the iron fist of a political strongman, laying the foundation for the future world's largest power.

It can even be said that without those political strongmen, many countries would not have been able to reach the heights they later had.

Tyr saw that the Tyrant's glove body had become visibly stiff, and then asked with a frown, "So...... Bane's latest ideas about tyranny and domination got from you? ”

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right." It was I who told the Monarch of Darkness that as long as there is a class, there will inevitably be oppression and exploitation, and where there is order and superiority, there will inevitably be tyranny. That's an interesting point of view, isn't it? Because it fundamentally denies the existence of orderly goodness. ”

"You hate the orderly, good-natured camp?"

Tyr turned and stared at the young brigade mage who was close at hand, with hollow eyes covered with strips of cloth.

"Hate?

No, I just think its existence is very unreasonable.

For if a person is in order, he cannot be completely good, and a person who is extremely good cannot be completely orderly.

The two are in conflict with each other.

I once read an interesting book called Brave New World, and the story in it illustrates this very well.

And I really like the picture in the book, where there is no worries and no burdens, and everyone's desires and pleasures can be satisfied in a cheap and fast way. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and made the book out of thin air through his ability, and handed it directly to the God of Justice.

Tyr subconsciously took it, released his divine power and read the entire book in an instant, the expression on his face immediately became very weird, and he asked in a tone that was not very sure: "This is the world of your hometown?" ”

"No, it's just based on my hometown, and it's a fantasy created on top of that.

In this world, people no longer have birth, old age, sickness and death, and there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness.

Because through genetic adjustment technology, all human beings have the perfect body and appearance that are most in line with the aesthetics of the time, and will not age and almost never get sick throughout their lives.

When the life span is exhausted, it will die quickly and painlessly.

They don't need to start families, take responsibility, reproduce and reproduce, because all of this has been replaced by artificial insemination and genetic modification.

The only thing you need to do is to complete your daily work, and then you can enjoy physical and mental satisfaction, and even change partners every day without any burden.

Once feelings such as anger, hatred, and anxiety occur, you can also take medication to relieve and obtain a sense of pleasure.

There is no contradiction between people at all, and they uphold the spirit of everyone for one and one for everyone.

In a way, isn't this beautiful new world the perfect social form that many order-abiding and good gods seek? ”

When he said this, Zuo Si had a sarcastic smile on his face.

Because the so-called "brave new world" in his mouth is not beautiful at all, but a terrifying world where the class is extremely solidified and the fate of everyone is determined from birth.

Through genetic modification, the people of this world are divided into four classes starting with the fertilized egg.

The highest class is cultivated as the top ruling class, while the second class is trained as the elite class, the second class is trained as the common people, and the lowest class is trained as a direction that is engaged in heavy manual labor and does not require much knowledge.

What's even more terrifying is that this cultivation is not only genetically modified, but also some domestication methods in infancy.

For example, the last two underclasses were sent to a room with a variety of books and brightly colored toys as infants.

As soon as they become interested in books and brightly colored toys and crawl to their location, they are immediately subjected to a slight electric shock.

Pain and discomfort can instantly cause babies to feel pain and cry.

After a few repetitions, babies subconsciously associate books, curiosity, and pain, and will grow up with an instinctive rejection of learning and exploring the unknown, eventually growing into their designed class range.

The first two classes are also indoctrinated in infancy with a great deal of subtle education that they are inherently superior to others, and that they are inherently supposed to manage and direct the other two people who are inferior to themselves.

Eventually, combined with the fact that all desires and pleasures could be satisfied in a cheap way, a society in which classes were completely solidified and incomparably stable was born.

Each class considers themselves to be happy and happy, and they get a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment from their work.

Obviously, if you compare this brave new world with Paradise Mountain, you will find a striking similarity between the two.

The only difference may be that Heaven Mountain is still a bit of class mobility, and the angels can be promoted by accumulating good deeds.

However, this also just proves that Heavenly Mountain is not in order enough!

Because absolute order itself implies absolute class solidification, the brave new world is the most perfect in this respect, just as perfect as the mechanical realm.

There is no doubt that the copy of "Brave New World" sent by Zuo Si instantly silenced Tyr, the god of justice.

He kept picking it up and flipping through the contents, feeling this fantasy world depicted in words, as well as the protagonist of the book's evaluation of everyone in Brave New World - "a group of soulless walking dead", and after a long time he sighed with a wry smile: "It's really a pretty good work."

It inspired me a lot.

I'm curious how you see this protagonist in your eyes.

He cries out to retain his right to choose unhappiness and leave the brave new world, come to the seashore and live a life of seclusion and poverty alone, only to commit suicide in despair under the watchful eyes of others who do not understand and ridicule. ”

Zuo Si touched his chin and thought for a moment, and quickly shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry, I may be disappointing you, I don't have any opinion on this protagonist."

Because this is originally a person who is extremely painful and contradictory.

His mother, a second-estate elite born in the brave new world, became pregnant and gave birth to him due to an accident, and lived a long-term reservation with very different values and ethics.

The values and ethics of the reservation are relatively close to our real world, especially when it comes to sexuality.

But the protagonist's mother has long been accustomed to the idea that I am for everyone and everyone is for me, and never refuses any man who proposes to have a relationship with him.

This means that the mother is seen by the residents of the reservation as a prostitute who can prostitute for free.

Countless men will want to take advantage of it, or see it as a cheap tool to vent their desires.

So the protagonist who grew up in this environment of discrimination, ridicule and contempt must have a strong anger in his heart.

And this anger and the values that come from the reservation soon have a series of backlashes after entering the brave new world.

Especially when I found out that the goddess I loved, in fact, like my mother, she was also a bitch who would have sex with a man as soon as she asked for it, and the whole person finally couldn't stand it anymore and broke out completely.

In a way, this protagonist is like a seed of chaos thrown into a brave new world of absolute order.

I'm not sure if his final decision was an impulsive choice made by being strongly stimulated.

But what is certain is that this person does not have extraordinary willpower, nor does he have the state of mind to withstand all kinds of ridicule and insults and face them calmly.

He was just an ordinary mortal, a wretched creature who had been utterly tragic since birth. ”

"Well, I now know where some of your thoughts and ideas come from.

Thank you for this book, and for the society that is very close to the ideal state of order and goodness.

Brave New World?

Perhaps it is indeed an ideal kingdom for mortals who have endured too much suffering and want to be liberated.

At least the people who live in this world, regardless of their rank or the work they do, are spiritually happy and content.

But in the same way, they have never experienced any pain, nor have they sharpened themselves in suffering, and their hearts and souls are so empty.

Hopefully, the empire you've built won't end up like this. ”

With that, a faint smile appeared on Tyr's face, and then the book in his hand turned into a light and disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, through the brave new world depicted in the book, he has a general understanding of what the ideal country that Zuo Thought wants to build looks like.

Be very wealthy, at least materially, and be able to satisfy most people's desires and pleasures in a cheap way.

Zuo Si stood there and watched the God of Justice leave, and then chuckled and said, "Is this a temptation?

Or do you want to get some inspiration from me?

I hope that the society depicted in this book will not provoke the god of justice.

Otherwise, it would be too interesting if he himself and the other two of the Three Holy Alliances jumped from orderly kindness to neutral kindness. ”

Obviously, Zuo Si came up with the book Brave New World with ulterior motives from the beginning.

Or maybe he's doing an experiment to see if he can skew a god's camp by exerting influence.

If the experiment on Tyr is successful, then the next step is to try something with the other gods.

……

On the other side, far in the north, in the middle of the Aenoch Desert, the remnants of the former Nethar Empire.

A huge floating city had just left the shadow plane, and was now standing thousands of meters in the air, looking down on the land that had been completely desertified.

You don't need to ask to know that it is the Yin Soul City that has finally returned to the material world after sufficient preparations.

Although the midday sun is very hot at this moment, hanging over the desert and scorching everything on the ground.

But the Ghost City has always been shrouded in a black shadow and negative energy.

No matter how bright the light shines, it will be absorbed by the thick black fog that permeates the surroundings, and it will not be able to penetrate and shine on the buildings of the floating city.

After all, after so many years in the shadow plane, many of the inhabitants of the Floating City, especially the arcane and divine spellcasters, have long since transformed themselves into half-shadow creatures to prolong their lives.

It would be better if the sun was shining with powerful positive energy.

Although it will not be like a low-level vampire in a minute, it is almost certain that it will be hit hard.

Therefore, Yin Soul City has already prepared a corresponding large-scale magic, and has created an enchantment beyond the range by drawing energy through the shadow magic net.

As long as you hide in the barrier, you don't have to worry about getting damaged by the sun.

As the Supreme City Lord, Teramante Tanshur was standing at the top of the Mage Tower, staring at the barren and backward scene of this once rich land, his eyes full of regret and anger.

The desert nomads, in particular, whizzing below, had no trace of the wisdom and pride of the remnants of Netheriel, fighting each other like savages, snatching desperately scarce water and oases, unaware that a huge city was emerging above them.

"Father, do you need me to take someone down to deal with these barbarians and occupy this oasis easily?"

Yada Tanshul asked cautiously.

As a shadow prince, from the moment he returns to the physical world, his ambitions begin to swell uncontrollably, eager to conquer more lands with his recruited men and then establish a kingdom of his own.

And this group of simple-minded, well-developed nomads happen to be the perfect targets for conscription.

As long as you can subdue and control the opponent, you can immediately obtain a cannon fodder army of thousands of people.

But Teramante Tanshur refused very simply: "No, there is no need.

We return to the land that belongs to Netheriel, not for the sake of the little oases, but to restore the glory of the past.

This barren land is simply not worth being conquered and occupied again.

Now let's go to the pre-chosen place and use the power of magic to create an area that can barely be settled.

After the construction is completed, turn around and conquer the barbarians living in the Enok Desert as soldiers. ”

As he spoke, the Grand Arcanist began to control the Floating City to move southward, and it didn't take long for him to reach the vicinity of the Scimitar Peak Mountain Range.

Looking at the lakes and basins below that had almost completely dried up, Teramante Tanshur didn't even say a word of nonsense, and directly gave orders to the mage group in Shadow City.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of mages left the Floating City and landed on the ground under his leadership.

Using the knowledge they had preserved from the Netherel era, they quickly carved a large number of symbols and patterns around the basin related to spell magic.

When all of this was done, everyone quickly and methodically entered their designated locations and began chanting incantations and channeling the energy in the shadow web.

When the critical point is reached, all the symbols and patterns on the ground begin to glow, and the sound of water crashing like a tsunami can be faintly heard.

Thundered!

Next Second......

A huge wave of hundreds of meters emanated directly from the center of the circle and began to flood in all directions.

Seeing this, the mages immediately stopped casting their concentration, blessed themselves with flying skills, and flew high into the air.

From above, it can be clearly seen that these streams of pure water from the water elemental plane are rapidly gushing out and spreading in all directions.

It flooded most of the basin in about ten minutes, and the original salt lake continued to fade away, and finally it didn't even taste salty at all.

Eventually, the entire U-shaped basin formed by the Scimitar Peak mountain range was filled with water, leaving only a small amount of land near the foot of the mountain for future cultivation and grazing.

And this lake, which appeared out of thin air in the dry desert, was named by Teramant Tanshur himself - the Shadow Sea.

Immediately afterward, the Netherworld City descended from the sky and docked to the north of the Shadow Sea, using barren materials to begin building the capital of the new Netherel Empire.

The tribes that lived here and relied on salt from lakes that were about to dry up have all died under the water.

The roaring waves did not leave them any time to warn and escape.

However, the corpses after their death were not wasted, but were pulled up under the effect of the necromantic magic of the mages of Netherworld City and became free labor.

Obviously, building a capital from scratch still requires a lot of labor, even with the help of magic.

Therefore, the slave catcher team soon attacked from all sides under the leadership of several ghost princes to capture the nomads living in the desert.

Even the half-scorpions and the Fmi ants who hid beneath the dunes were not spared.

In particular, the Fumi ant clan is notoriously good labor, and one can withstand several human slave laborers, and even the undead who don't need to rest can't compare.

The Yin Soul City side only needs to capture and control the queen ant, and then the entire race can obey their orders.

However, just as these guys were engaged in construction, they did not notice that far away on the edge of the southern desert, there was a person who was closely watching their every move.

"Teramante Tanshur, are you still back?"

Staring at the bustling scene inside the crystal ball, the undead Ovo curled the corners of his mouth slightly with disdain, contempt, and banter.

It was not difficult to see from that pale, puffy, and fat face that he looked down on this fellow who had degenerated into a lackey of Shar, the goddess of the night.

However, considering that the construction of the floating city under his current control is far from complete, Owo is not in a hurry to do it, but intends to see what the other party wants to do.

Just as he was contemplating whether or not to go over and say hello, a lich suddenly walked in briskly from the outside and offered a clear crystal in both hands.

"What is this?"

Ovo picked it up and asked casually.

"It's a list of materials that Lord Soth has allocated to us, as well as a video of various weapons being tested in actual combat. As far as I can tell, it seems that he started a war with another floating city, and tested a lot of weapons in battle. ”

As he spoke, the lich unleashed a spell on the crystal.

Moment!

The crystal is projected on the spectacular scene of the various weapons being tested in the floating city of Plantia.

The strange explosions, energy releases, and force field impacts immediately aroused Owo's curiosity.

Without raising his head, he asked, "Are these weapons also in the list of allocated substances?" ”

"Yes, Master. It's not a lot, but I think it's enough to sustain us in a war. ”

The Lich did not hesitate to reply in the affirmative.

Hearing this, Ovo immediately laughed happily: "Hahahaha! I knew Sos wouldn't disappoint. In that case, let's plan well and surprise the Netherworld and Teramant Tanshur......"