"It seems that in the hundreds of years since I left Faeron, your mentality seems to have aged a little too quickly, doesn't it?"

Silk Ace raised the straw in her hand and poked the head of her best disciple with a sly smile like a girl's face.

It has to be said that with Ilminster's old state and often immersed in the memories of the past, her mental state is obviously much better and much younger.

In particular, the ability to accept new things is simply incredibly fast.

On this point, it is easy to tell by looking at the fourth-generation oil mobile terminal that Silinchy just bought in her other hand.

In just a few hours, she was able to operate the touch screen with one hand and search for news, knowledge, and entertainment from the vast network of the ninth layer of Batow's Hell.

I even paid to download some games and had a lot of fun.

If you don't know the roots, outsiders will see her as a moon elf girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, rather than an "old monster" who has lived for thousands of years.

It turns out that mindset is really important for a person.

If you are young enough to accept new things, you can still be energetic even when you are very old.

But if the mentality becomes as complacent as that of an old man in his eighties and nineties, even if his real age is only thirty or forty years old, he will look dull and gloomy, as if he has come to the end of his life.

"Teacher, I'm almost 1,200 years old.

Even for the long-lived elves, it is almost equivalent to two lifetimes.

In terms of human lifespan, it has spent more than ten lifetimes.

Isn't it normal for the mindset to start aging? ”

Ilminster touched his pale hair and involuntarily sighed.

Obviously, the long and never-ending confrontation and conflict of Fallon inevitably made him feel physically and mentally exhausted.

In other words, it is normal for the vast majority of people to become gradually numb and disappointed in an environment where they have no hope of winning at all, and no matter how hard they struggle, they can only barely maintain their balance.

Being able to persist for hundreds of years is already quite a lot of perseverance and responsibility.

But Si Linxi shook her head lightly and corrected, "No, you are wrong, my stupid disciple.

It's not about age.

It's just that you're getting old because of your mentality.

As a result, he began to become more and more conservative and stubborn in his bones, refusing to admit that his thoughts and consciousness could no longer keep up with the rapid changes of the new era.

So you are afraid of everything new that is far beyond your knowledge and control.

Open your eyes and look at this sprawling city that stands on the ninth level of Bato's Hell.

Isn't it much better than the ugly castles, fortresses, and interrogation chambers used to torture fallen souls on other levels?

And there is almost no coercion here, and all transactions and contracts are made by mutual consent.

While there may be all sorts of temptations and pitfalls, at least everyone can be their own master and not like a numb slave.

To a large extent, this is a great step forward.

At least the last time I was in Hell, I didn't feel the light, free and energetic atmosphere at all.

If such a city or country were born on the continent of Faerun, I would not only not be nervous, but would be very happy.

At the very least, the basic living needs and security of ordinary people living in such an environment can be fully met.

You don't think that a civilian who can't even fill his stomach and lives under the violence and death threats of the thieves' guild every day has any luxury like dignity or free will, right?

Don't be silly!

If they had a choice, I believe they would not hesitate to pay the price of their souls falling into hell after death in exchange for living under the rule of Soth while they were alive.

What's more, do you think this kind of hell in front of you will still frighten mortals? ”

Hearing this, Ilminster suddenly showed a helpless bitter smile.

Because he knew that his teacher was right.

Instead of making mortals fear the devil and Batow's hell as before, everything that appears on the surface of the huge cyberpunk city will make it a certain strong yearning.

After all, compared to other outer planes, this is the closest to the ideal state of ordinary people, full of indescribable familiarity, you can enjoy wine and food unscrupulously, experience all kinds of exciting entertainment activities, break the shackles of ethics and morality, and release your desires, which is no different from when you were alive.

And life is less stressful and burdensome, and it is easier to be happy, without having to take on any form of responsibility.

But behind this seemingly beautiful illusion, all mortal souls are degrading at an unimaginable rate, slowly becoming the favorite state of the devils.

When it is time to harvest, it will naturally suddenly go bankrupt for various unknown reasons, and then be sent to the torture room hidden underground according to the contract to squeeze it into energy, and finally be completely transformed into the lowest level of the devil.

Because the process is so complex, hidden, and unknown, that most people don't even notice it.

In addition, the daily overwhelming publicity, advertising, and spam information in the city successfully distract attention, as well as people's instinctive luck and avoidance, so that even if they are aware of it, they will subconsciously filter it out and continue to immerse themselves in the happiness in front of them.

As for the pain that may be endured in the future, the most important thing is to continue to enjoy the life of the current drunken gold addict when the day comes.

Thinking of this, Ilminster sighed heavily, and felt powerless like never before: "Well, you're right.

I admit that I was a bit stupid this time, and I was even unwittingly on the opposite side of everyone.

Even the other voters of the Goddess were reluctant to support me.

The defeat in the Northlands, in particular, led to the loss of the good relations that the Harperists League had established with the rulers and inhabitants of the region.

The intelligence network has been completely paralyzed and collapsed, and it is estimated that there will be no way to recover it in the future.

What's even more terrifying is that Soth stimulates people's subconscious greed through the means of profit binding, either joining in to obtain benefits, or being swallowed up by that terrible torrent and becoming a pathetic victim.

As far as I know, the elven villages and barbarian tribes in the entire Northland have almost disappeared.

Among them, those who are willing to actively integrate have become vested interests, while those who refuse to integrate will be ruthlessly eliminated, and only a very small number of them hide in the deep mountains and old forests to survive.

In comparison, monsters like goblins, gnolls, kobolds, ogres, and trolls are even worse.

Basically, as soon as they are discovered, they will be immediately hunted down by adventurers and mercenaries.

Whether it is a living captive or a dead corpse, it can be sold to the caster groups of the West Coast Empire at a high price to become a consumable for various magical experiments.

If I'm not mistaken, the last time such a massive genocidal purge was carried out was the arrogant Grand Arcanists of the Netharel era.

Oh, by the way, the Netherworld City, which escaped by hiding in the shadow plane, also returned not long ago, sweeping through the barbarians of the Enook Desert.

In addition, Fuzor Chamberberry led the Castle of Santil to conquer the entire Moon Sea, and the infighting between the chief of the red-robed mages became more and more intense.

The situation is really getting more and more chaotic now, which is an extremely headache.

To be honest, I've been thinking about retirement lately. ”

"Poofhahahaha! Looks like you've been hit hard. ”

Si Linxi couldn't help but laugh out loud, not paying any attention to these major events that had happened in the Faren Continent.

After all, this is the strongest arcane spellcaster who has mastered two magic systems at the same time, and has been able to preside over the construction of complex magic locks like Mith Dronor that seem like miracles in modern times thousands of years ago.

Therefore, whether it is Yin Soul City or the red-robed mage, in her eyes, it is just a small fight, and it is not worth wasting time to pay attention to at all.

As long as she wants to, and the goddess of magic herself is not against it, she can destroy both on her own at any time.

Ilminster was obviously aware of the terrifying magical power possessed by this teacher, and immediately probed in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure: "Do you have any special plans or plans for coming back this time?" Or did the goddess give you some kind of mission? ”

"No, neither. I just suddenly want to come back and see the changes in my hometown, and the Soth who has made a lot of noise in the entire universe. ”

As she said this, a hint of playfulness flashed in Silinxi's eyes, and her appearance changed significantly, from the original Moon Elf to the appearance of a Sun Elf with brown skin and blue hair.

Obviously, at this moment, this appearance of the sun elf is the one she uses most often, and it is also the teacher who always maintains her childlike innocence in Ilminster's impression.

However, what the Great Sage of the Shadow Valley didn't know was that this form of the Sun Spirit was actually not the original appearance of Silinxi.

Or, because of her frequent and frequent use of shapeshifting magic, even she had forgotten what she looked like before she learned her first spell.

The only thing I remember is the Elven name "Oluwenya Estoda", and the Elven title "Koreseruta", which means "Archmage of the High Mages of Komanthel" in Elven language.

As for the current use of "Lady Sirina", it is actually derived from the title and honorific title of "Leader of Serina".

In addition to this, she also briefly served as regent of the elven kingdom of Komanso after the death of the Grand Commander Iltargrim.

He also succeeded in drawing the sword of the crown, which symbolized the succession to the throne, and theoretically had the nominal right to rule over the entire Comanso region, including Misi Drono.

It can be said that Si Linxi is quite explosive in terms of personal strength and background.

The [Sirin Snow Spell Transfer], which once terrified countless spellcasters, even Ilminster did not dare to say that he could handle it.

The effect of this spell is to create a fixed spherical shield with a shimmering glow around the recipient.

No spell can break through the shield's defenses, but creatures inside the shield can cast spells normally.

And that's just the lowest level of the spell's effect.

Only when the recipient is the person is the person will the power of the spell be fully revealed.

The shield will be like a lens to show the veins of the magic net in front of him, so that the caster's perception of the magic net will be greatly improved, and he can accurately grasp all the magic net fluctuations within 90 meters of the spell distance + an additional nine meters for each cast level, and then manipulate the magic net in the area to achieve various effects.

This includes assistance, which allows the subject to double the effects (range, damage, area of effect) of any spell that is about to take shape or has already taken shape, without the subject's knowledge.

For example, it can double the range, blast range, and damage of a fireball released by a teammate, but this ability can only affect arcane arts, not divine spells.

Dissolve, which can disarm a spell that is being cast by a target, and unless the subject of the dissolved spell is aware of the existence of the ten-ring spell, it will only think that it is caused by their own casting failure or casting error.

Suppression, selecting an object or location to create a spherical dead magic zone with a radius of one meter and five, in which any spells and magic items are disabled for one minute.

Manipulation, gain control of the range and range of the chosen object's spells, and modify these elements to a limited extent.

While it does not increase the range and range of a spell it is controlling, it can arbitrarily reduce its range or reduce the range of a spell to up to 25% of what it normally would.

For example, causing the enemy caster's Fireball to explode around him, or reducing the enemy caster's Fireball explosion radius from the normal radius of six meters to a radius of one meter five.

Frenzy, choose an object or location to create a spherical frenzied magic zone with a radius of three meters for one minute.

You know, this is not just about controlling your own spells, but also about affecting the effects of the spells cast by your opponent.

Best of all, these effects can be replaced every six seconds on average, which is simply unguardable.

Once targeted, let alone attack, you will be hurt by the spells you unleash.

And that's not even counting the Silver Fire and all the High Elf magic rituals at his disposal.

So in Faerun, no mortal arcane spellcaster dared to stand in front of Sirinzy one-on-one.

Even the great arcanists of Laroch and Eolem, who stood at the pinnacle of Netheril's era, were no exception.

As one of the few people in the entire Faeron Continent who knew about Silinchy now, Ilminster obviously sensed from the teacher's reaction that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding something, and subconsciously frowned.

Just when he wanted to continue to test it again, Si Linxi suddenly saw something from the oil mobile terminal, and an extremely surprised expression instantly appeared on her face, and then she stood up directly and walked outside briskly without saying a word.

Despite not knowing what was happening, Ilminster could only keep along.

The two of them ran two or three hundred meters down the street before they finally stopped in front of a shop that sold transportation.

Without saying a word, Celincy paid directly for a powerful wide-wheeled super-heavy oil motorcycle, and without a ladylike figure, she magically pulled a fork in her robe until her entire thighs were exposed, and quickly turned over and rode on.

"What are you doing here?"

Ilminster asked, puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense, come up, I'm in a hurry."

Celincy gestured to the empty seat behind her, and began to try to start the engine.

Moment!

The roar of the oil engine echoed through the streets.

After hesitating for half a second, Ilminster chose to follow the teacher's instructions and sit obediently in the back seat.

As soon as his ass made contact with the leather seat, the oil motorcycle sped out at incredible speed.

The terrifying force nearly threw him away.

Thanks to the timely response, he grabbed the grips on both sides of the seat, otherwise the Great Sage of Shadow Valley would have broken at least a few ribs and a broken arm or leg.

"Damn! Slow down! Are you crazy? ”

Ilminster, who came to his senses, immediately yelled at Slinchy.

Because after a few seconds of acceleration, the speed of the two has reached almost 200 kilometers per hour, and it is still accelerating.

With an oil-fired engine that far exceeds the energy conversion efficiency of the internal combustion engine, this sci-fi looking vehicle can reach speeds of up to 800 kilometers per hour.

But how safe is it at this speed......

Basically, you can only ask for more blessings.

In any case, even if it is just a small pebble that runs over the wheel, it may instantly take off into the air, or roll and crash into something.

The astonishing speed obscured the scenery on both sides of the street, with neon lights and billboards.

Ilminster has even begun to put protective spells on himself to prevent a tragic traffic accident at this speed.

But Thrinchy ignored this, completely immersed in the tension and excitement of speed, speeding along the highways of the cyberpunk city, leaving behind one oil truck after another.

It took about twenty minutes before she finally slowed down and finally docked at the entrance of a huge arena.

Similar buildings are almost everywhere in this city where entertainment is indulged to death, mainly hosting all kinds of bloody and violent competitions and gladiatorial performances.

And around the arena, you can see countless people driving here.

The strange thing is that there are no billboards at the entrance of the arena, there are no signs for performances, and there are no staff at the ticket gate gates.

But as soon as all the arrivals parked their cars, they scrambled to squeeze inside, and threw money directly into the coin boxes.

What happened?

A big question mark popped up in Ilminster's head.

Due to his reluctance to accept new things, he did not buy the oil mobile terminal as soon as he arrived in Cyberpunk City like his teacher, so he could only follow Serincy into the arena in a daze, and found a place closer to the front row to sit down.

After a while, the originally empty arena was densely packed with people.

However, unlike the situation where ordinary entertainment competitions are mostly mortals, the number of demons who came today seems to be a bit high, and even celestial creatures that never participate in this kind of event have appeared.

All the audience seemed to be waiting for something with great anticipation.

After about ten minutes, all the lights above the arena that were used to provide ample lighting finally came on.

Moment!

A pleasure demon with a beautiful face and a sexy body appears in the center of the spotlight.

She is none other than the Ninth Level, the Lord's exclusive secretary, Gramir.

It is clear that from the moment Grammel appeared, Ilminster realized that this was definitely not a trivial matter.

Otherwise, all you need to do is send a Hellpurgatory or Worm Demon.

Grammel took a deep breath and opened his arms and shouted in a tone full of excitement: "My dear fellow devil! And guests from afar! Are you ready to share with me this unprecedented victory and supreme glory? ”

"Of course!"

"We're ready!

"Let's get started! I can't wait! ”

"Praise be to the great Lord Soth! It was he who brought us a brilliant victory! ”

……

All of a sudden, the entire stand burst into cheers full of excitement and fanatical cheers.

"Hehe, that's what you want!"

Gramere snapped his finger at the entrance to the black hole behind him.

Bang - Bang -

With the sound of chains dragging on the ground, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone waited intently for the dark passage.

Soon, two huge insects and demons were the first to appear in sight.

Each of them carried a stout magical chain in his hand, and dragged it out with great difficulty.

Gradually, the other end of the chain finally revealed its true face.

It was a handsome demon with dark skin, bat-like sharp ears, and two slightly yellowish fangs peeking out of its mouth, and the six inconspicuous fingers and toes were simply the best proof of identification.

Grazt, Lord of the Dark!

Ilminster's pupils dilated instantly, and he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

Silincy was also speechless by this scene.

You must know that the bloody battle between the demon and the devil has been fought for I don't know how many millennia, but the real high-level battle deaths on both sides are very rare, not to mention the capture of a super demon lord of the level of the Abyss Triumvirate.

"Get on your knees!"

Gramir raised his chin and gave a strongly insulting order to the Eommy Lord in a condescending tone.

"Despicable pleasure demon! Who do you think you are? ”

Grazt struggled frantically and let out an angry roar.

However, it is a pity that his strength as the Lord of the Abyss has been deprived, and his own strength alone cannot shake the Alien Insect Demon, which is already known for his strength attributes, and he is stunned and fixed in place and cannot move, and can only be impotent and furious.

Syllable!

Gramir didn't even say a word of nonsense, he raised his hand and whipped the other man, leaving a flesh-open wound on his handsome dark face.

This move instantly detonated the scene.

"Smoke him to death!"

"Let this damn demon get a good taste of the dark arts of hell!"

"What about the interrogator? Where are our best torture officers? ”

"Cut off his tongue! Gouge out his eyes! I want to hear him on his knees wailing and begging for mercy! ”

Countless devils stood up like crazy, waving their fists, venting the excitement in their hearts.

As a result of the bloody war, the hatred between demons and demons has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and is more intense and irreconcilable than any known national, religious and racial contradiction on Earth.

Therefore, when he saw the strongest demon lord like the Abyss Trio being whipped, it was comparable to the extreme joy he generated when he was promoted.

Gramir, apparently satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene, raised his hand to signal the audience to be calm, and then bowed deeply to the golden goddess in the VIP seat.

"Great goddess of wealth, since this is your captive, I think it's better for you to dispose of it yourself."

"I'll deal with it myself?"

Waujin slowly walked out of the VIP seat, a chilling smile on his face, and raised his hand to point lightly.

Moment!

Grazt, who was still iron-clad one second, knelt down with a thud the next second, without the slightest power to resist.

Seeing this, both Ilminster and Slinchy immediately understood why Grazter had appeared as a captive in Batow's Hell.

Although many powerful demon lords possess god-like powers that can rival the real gods.

But there are also levels of problems.

Just as the gap between humans is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs, the gap between God and God is also greater than that between humans and gods.

The weakest of them can be killed and replaced by mortals, while the most powerful can dominate hundreds of crystals and become gods.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the demon lord's god-like power is barely able to fight with a dozen demigods with weak divine power at best.

When encountering a powerful divine power, even powerful factions like Demogorgen and Aukus have to avoid the edge for the time being.

Regarding this point, look at the new god of death, when Cranvo first took the position, as soon as he was in a bad mood, he went to the abyss to kill Wushuang back and forth to relieve the pressure of work.

Therefore, even Grazt could not be a match for Wokin, who had become a powerful god.

What's more, as the goddess of wealth, Waukin's best skill is to make all kinds of secret transactions that no one knows.

As long as she is given enough time and chips, anything unexpected and outrageous can happen.

As Sirichy and Ilminster exchanged glances, a man of large build, weighing at least two hundred kilograms, appeared in the center of the arena.

He is nearly two meters tall, with sculpturally toned and exaggerated muscles, his clothes have long been stripped off, and he is wearing only a pair of triangular shorts, and his bare head is like a high-wattage light bulb under the light, blooming with dazzling light.

Especially this guy's naked and undisguised aggressive eyes suddenly made Grazt, who was kneeling on the ground, feel a burst of hair, and quickly had an ominous premonition.

It turned out that the dark lord's keen perception was not wrong.

In just a few minutes, he heard Gramiel say to the man in a playful tone: "Dear Monsieur Argos, according to the contract, you have the highest bid in the auction, so you can be the first to enjoy it. So please start exercising your power and you're welcome. ”

"Hahahaha! Thank you so much. Allow me, beautiful Madam Grammel, to express my deepest gratitude to you, to the great Goddess of Wealth and to Her Excellency Soss. Without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get such an opportunity in my life. ”

After that, this macho man with an exaggerated body size ripped off the last cover, and instantly blessed himself with [Light Technique], [Great Transformation Technique], [Bear Tenacity], [Ox Strength], [Cat Elegance], [Acceleration Technique], [Sharp Technique], [Advanced Demonic Weapon], [Sharp Tooth Technique], [Stone Skin Technique], ......

When the last spell was completed, more than half of the spectators in the arena stood up from their seats and looked at the archmage with a mastery of transformational magic.

Terrible!

It's amazing!

To think of using so many powerful spells in such a place is simply not something that can be described by the word mere genius, it is completely a ghost.

Some of the devils couldn't help but start clapping.

I saw the man smirk as he walked towards Grazt, who was kneeling on the ground and unable to move, ignoring the latter's threatening eyes, hysterical intimidation and roaring, and unceremoniously pressed on.

Moment!

The screams, curses, and impotent rage of the Dark Lord echoed over the arena.

What's even worse is that the whole process was even filmed and projected onto the huge high-definition electronic screens around it.

This is no longer as simple as humiliating and abusing him, but directly stepping Grazt's face into the dung pit.

And the whole ravaging process lasted for more than three hours, until the archmage who was proficient in the change system was completely happy and walked away.

Before leaving, the audience did not forget to whistle, applaud and praise the warrior.

Then, before Grazt could catch his breath, a second old ghost woman covered in pus and lumps appeared.

She even fed the former a bottle of potion directly, and then began to enjoy the most handsome demon in the abyss.

One, two, three, ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, hundred......

In just a few days, one of the famous triumvirates of the abyss, the dark lord Grazt, was completely reduced to a ravaged plaything in front of everyone's eyes.

Whether it's a careerist who wants to get a half-breed offspring from him, or a madman who just wants to vent his desires, as long as they are willing to pay enough money, they can get a number plate.

When the time comes, you will be able to go to the Colosseum to play with this powerful demon lord who used to be high above and terrified countless mortals.

In addition, the ninth level of Hell also provides video and photo services, which can be recorded according to the needs of guests, either as a private collection or on some special website platforms for people to pay to watch and earn a profit share.

On the orders given by Zusi, Gramir adopted the most inhuman commercial operation in line with the principle of squeezing out the last vestige of surplus value.

From clothing and props that add interest to product placement advertisements for various drugs, you can basically accept it as long as you have money to earn.

It didn't take long for Grazter to become pregnant and give birth to her first mixed-race child.

As we all know, he has a two-wire plug with six fingers, so he has two sets of reproductive systems at the same time, and he can conceive and give birth to children like a female demon.

And the father of this child is none other than the Change-type Archmage who looks more like a warrior than a warrior - Mr. Argos.

Seeing that the enemy's life was worse than death every day, the evil aura that the goddess of wealth Wokin had accumulated in her chest was finally completely released.

What's more, no matter whether the other party wants to or not, they are now constantly creating profits for themselves.

She can get half of all the money she earns from the Ethereal Lord.

As for the other side, of course, it belonged to the ninth-layer lord Zuo Si, who provided all this.

There is no doubt that the tragic situation of Grazt deeply shocked the visiting Silincy and Ilminster.

So much so that they didn't have the heart to continue to visit and experience those various entertainment items, and hurriedly opened the interdimensional portal to return to the Faren continent.

When she breathed the familiar air of her hometown again, Sirinzie instantly relaxed a lot, turned to her disciple and said, "Let's separate here for a while."

When I have time when I go back, think more about what I told you.

Don't always act like you're too old to die.

That won't do you or the people around you any good.

Don't forget, you're just over a thousand years old, and you're still very young for an immortal. ”

"Where are you going?"

Ilminster asked in a low voice.

"A visit to Soth, of course. Not as a Magician Elector, though, but as an elf. ”

Celincy winked playfully, then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

"As an elf?"

Ilminster was momentarily stunned, but quickly remembered something, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked down the country road towards his home in the Valley of the Shadows.

He was clearly still following the principle of not using magic if he could, preferring to use it on his legs rather than use the easier and faster teleportation.

……

Meanwhile, the mage of Askatla, Thane.

Zuo Si stayed alone in the middle of exploration, relying on the memories in his mind to find the coordinates of the new world in the endless multiverse.

This behavior continued for several days, and he could already vaguely perceive the planet that was filled with amazing magical powers.

But I don't know why, every moment when it's about to be locked will be disturbed by a powerful force, and in the end it can only be stopped.

The first few times, Zuo Si thought it was caused by an operation error, but later he realized that it had nothing to do with him, but that the planet was protected by some kind of force.

Any snooping by a force that exceeds the warning line will instantly trigger the protection mechanism, which in turn will prevent the snooper from obtaining accurate spatial coordinates.

Could it be that this is the planetary shield set by the legendary Titans?

Or is it a self-protection circle formed by energy overflow?

Or is it interference from other forces?

Staring at the crystal ball that presented a chaotic patch, Zuo Si touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Obviously, without accurate spatial coordinates, even a traveling mage would not be able to enter an unknown space-time.

Now he suddenly understood why Sargeras, the founder of the Burning Legion and the one with a sword and a star record, had been unable to do anything to Azeroth for more than ten thousand years.

As long as this kind of strength is so strong that you can't even get close, you can only rely on corrupting local creatures to open the portal from the inside, and the protection is still there, even if you want to make a big move, you can't use the strength.

What to do?

Do you want to give up on another plane?

Or do you want to play a trick to infiltrate yourself?

Just as Zuo Si hesitated, a voice suddenly echoed in his ears through the fog.

Although it was very vague and weak, he could hear it clearly with the intermittent connection.

"The Great Existence of the Unknown...... Please...... Please help me...... I need more power to save these innocent people, and I'm willing to pay whatever it takes...... Even if it's your own life and soul......"

With the help of this guy who took the initiative to pray desperately, Zuo Si quickly released the power of payment and strengthened the connection with the other party.

In the twinkling of an eye!

Through this line, his perception passed through the fog and obstacles, descending on a battlefield of disarray.

I saw a group of human warriors forming a tight phalanx and holding on to a small square that looked like a village, trying their best to resist the zombies, ghouls, and skeletons that came in like a tidal wave.

And beside them, there were countless civilians who fell to the ground and began to cough, vomit and convulse violently.

On average, every few seconds, these civilians turn into bloodthirsty undead monsters in immense pain, pounced on the soldiers who protect them from behind.

This sudden attack caused the human army to become extremely chaotic, and some soldiers were even thrown to the ground and dragged into the corpses to be brutally dismembered.

A blonde young man armed with a war hammer released golden holy light to heal the wounded soldiers around him, and at the same time rushed in front of him, blocking the only gap in the attack of the army of the undead, and never letting any ghoul pass by him.

And the one who prayed was a young human priest who was doing everything he could to heal the tortured civilians in the midst of the chaos.

He appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and was wearing the white robe of the Church of the Light.

But now it was completely stained with blood and mud, and it looked embarrassed and desperate.

Because the power of the Light could not cure these civilians who were infected with the plague and sick, and could not even alleviate their suffering, they could only watch one person after another die, and then get up and become undead.

This indescribable intensity and impact caused the young probationary priest to completely lose faith in the Light and began to turn to the unknown forces for help.

Just as he watched another fourteen-year-old girl dying and about to take her last breath, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Do you want to gain power?"

The young priest's originally sad expression suddenly froze on his face, and then he began to shout like crazy: "Yes! I crave power! Whoever it is, please give me the power to save these innocent lives! I am willing to give my life and soul in exchange! ”

"Contract...... Reached! ”

As these words blurted out, a pillar of light suddenly fell from the sky, directly penetrating the black night sky, illuminating a radius of several kilometers as if it were day.

All the undead who were illuminated by this light turned into dust in just a few seconds, so that the undead hidden in the darkness behind them stopped attacking.

Sick civilians who were already dying also found that their weakened bodies were recovering at an unimaginable rate.

Miracles!

A miracle has struck!

All the living people raised their heads and looked at the sky, as if they wanted to see through the pillar of light the unknown god who had saved them on the other side.

(End of chapter)