Intrigues, wars, and adventures will always be the eternal theme of the continent of Faerun.

Because here there are not only gods fighting each other, but also powerful otherworldly beings such as demons, angels, and demons who belong to different factions and are hostile to each other, as well as countless mortals who are ambitious to gain power, power, and eternal immortal life.

And among mortals, mages are undoubtedly a very special group.

Not only do they possess an extraordinary level of intelligence, but they are also able to transform knowledge and technology into powerful arcane powers, and they belong to the pride of the heavens in the true sense of the word, and can even be called the closest mortals to the gods.

The sense of superiority that comes with this powerful magical power inevitably leads to a strong sense of arrogance among mages, who believe that they know everything and can do anything.

The desire of the great arcanists of Netheril's time to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods was an expression of this psychological development to the extreme.

The vast majority of mages, regardless of their faction, exhibit a degree of self-centeredness and do not care about other people's feelings, even those who are known to be kind and responsible.

In fact, as long as you look at the history of the various regions of the Faeron Continent, it is easy to find that almost all disputes, turmoil, and disasters must have the shadow of mages behind them.

Or, to put it another way, if there is no powerful mage involved, or if the whole thing is orchestrated by an evil mage, then the impact and damage it can do is bound to be very limited.

Therefore, some scholars once joked that the history of the Faren Continent is a history dominated by gods and mages.

Whether it was the era of elven domination, or the rise of Netherel and Imasca, or the Kalin-Shirt Shaun dynasty, which had an important influence on the West Coast, the highest ruling class was mage.

In modern times, the electors of the goddesses of magic, such as the mad mage Helast Blackrobe, Manson, Sazastan, Ilminster, Leila, Kelburn, Erastro, etc., have profoundly influenced the development of the political situation in their regions.

Mage organizations such as the Arcane Brotherhood, the Masked Mage's Guild, the Red-robed Mage, the Starry Cloak, the Cormier Mage, and the Sorceress of Thleman's Witch Order have sprang up all over the place, some of which have taken control of the administrative, military, and judicial power in the region.

Even rulers and guild leaders of non-professional professions are accustomed to spending a lot of money to hire at least one mage to serve as a staff officer and deputy to protect themselves.

Otherwise, they may disappear or die of poisoning, curses, and other "accidents" for no apparent reason.

It can even be said that without the mage, Faeron would be very different today.

Therefore, any war involving a large number of mages will inevitably attract the close attention of the surrounding forces.

So as the Netherworld began to send its own army to Tifanton, it was not the Cormish Kingdom that reacted first, but the nearest valley.

Ilminster and Storm Silverhand, who live in the Valley of the Shadows, to be exact.

From the moment Grea killed the Shadow Prince, they knew that Telramante would not rest on their laurels, leaving behind a number of spies from the Harpists' Alliance nearby.

When the Barbarian Nomadic Cavalry Advance arrived, the two voters were already standing on the northernmost peak of the Cape of Storms Range, looking down condescendingly at the situation in the distance.

It took a few minutes before Storm Silverhand couldn't help but ask, "Do you think there's going to be a fight?" ”

Ilminster nodded thoughtlessly, "Yes." Because the power structure of Ghost City is the system built by Teramant, his lieutenants, and his sons. If not even one of the Shadow Princes responds to the death, then the entire reign will collapse, and the High Mages will no longer trust his promise to revive Netheril. ”

"And what's the point of us here? Isn't this kind of thing supposed to be lost to Soth? After all, the Prince of Darkness is his heir, and it is not our turn to worry about it. ”

Storm Silverhand's tone was filled with intense doubt.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye could see the contradictions and differences between Zuo Si and Ilminster, and judging from the performance of the third generation of the goddess of magic Midnight, it was obvious that he preferred the former.

In other words, there was no need for this great sage of the Shadow Valley to wade into this troubled water.

"No, you don't understand, Grea must not have anything to do, otherwise it will definitely cause unimaginable disasters.

You should know the character of Soth, and how crazy and terrifying he can become once provoked.

At that time, not only the Ghost City may be destroyed, but even the natives of the Valley and the Enoch Desert will also be implicated.

So in order to make sure that doesn't happen, we have to stop Teramante from touching the most sensitive nerve.

This has nothing to do with the conflict between me and Soth, but for the sake of the civilians living in this land, and the goddess of magic we serve.

What's more, the return of Netherworld to the Material Plane is not all bad.

At least in the realm of magic, they brought back a lot of lost Netherrean Age knowledge, technology, and a lot of new creations and inventions. ”

Ilminster was straightforward about his attitude and position.

Storm Silverhand nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, maybe you're right. But are you sure Soth will appreciate it, and not dislike you for being nosy? ”

Ilminster replied with a smile: "What he thinks is his business, I just need to do my part."

What's more, I think that although there are philosophical differences between us, there is still a bit of a tacit understanding.

If one day I am in danger and need help, no matter how much Soth dislikes me, I will never die.

Because we are all chosen people of the goddess of magic.

In this regard, you can always trust the principle of an orderly camp. ”

"The relationship between the two of you is really complicated enough. Forget it, I don't bother to think about it anyway, I just need to tell me when I need to make a move. ”

Storm Silverhand rolled her eyes in annoyance, then sat down on the ground, enjoying the cool breeze on her cheeks.

Behind her, you can clearly see more than thirty people in full armor and dressed as adventurers, all of whom are the elite of harpists.

Don't look at the small number of people, but you can defeat more than ten times your own enemies on the frontal battlefield.

……

On the other side, in the Mokou Mountains north of Tivanton, the high-level mages of the Netherworld City have been assembled and are gathering to hold the summoning ceremony of the spell system.

With the blood sacrifices of more than hundreds of slaves, an evil, dark, and filthy abyss circle was finally completed, and a huge circle on the ground burst out with a dazzling red light.

Followed by a huge figure slowly crawling out of the middle.

When it appeared, even the Yin Princes subconsciously held their breath.

The unspeakable chaos, evil, filth, and decay spread like a plague in all directions, causing all nearby plants to wither and die in a matter of seconds.

The huge two-headed baboon head and the thick arms like tentacles are so recognizable.

Because this summoned monster is the lord of the eighty-eighth layer of the bottomless abyss, the saltwater swamp, and the only one who currently holds the title of "Demon Prince".

As soon as he appeared, he immediately locked onto Terramante, and one of his heads opened his mouth and asked in a creepy voice, "Mortal, where is the thing you promised?" Why can't I see or perceive his existence? ”

"Don't worry, Great Demon Prince. Soth's heir is in the city that floats in the sky in the distance. ”

Teramant stepped forward and raised his finger to Tivanton, who was floating in the air with the help of the shadow net.

Demogorgen raised his head and stared at the city that exuded a strong dark aura, and quickly showed a look of satisfaction: "Very good, I will join this war according to the agreement reached before." It's time to make the damned devil who messed up the abyss pay. ”

There is no doubt that it is not difficult to judge from the vicious eyes and tone that today's two-headed baboons can be said to hate Zuo Si to the core.

The reason is also very simple.

He was the one who had the most to lose in the chaos that had spread through most of the abyss.

In particular, the sudden onslaught of Aukus caused great damage to the saltwater marshes.

Not only that, but the previous snatching of the succubus queen Mecanshut and an entire abyss layer also made the two sides form a deep hatred.

After all, Mecansius had been Demogogan's lover before, and this was a well-known thing throughout the Bottomless Abyss.

Although the demon of chaos does not have the concept of husband and wife, it is not because he has a lover that he does not seek out other lovers.

But the blatant hard robbery still made him feel very angry and annoyed, and it felt almost like a man who learned that his wife ran away with someone else and put on a green hat for himself.

It can be said that Zuo Si's actions have already provoked this demon prince.

It's just that there is never a chance to retaliate.

But now, Yin Soul City has offered a good deal, and he will naturally not let it go, who has long been holding back the fire in his belly.

Anyway, even if it fails, it's just a loss of an avatar.

Clearly, Owo was right about Telamante.

With this guy's timid and cautious character, once he chooses to take the initiative to attack, he must be fully prepared.

However, despite successfully summoning the incarnation of Demogorgan, Teramante did not rush to attack, but ordered his mage group to continue to open the interdimensional portal to summon all kinds of otherworldly creatures and elemental creatures.

In just a few hours, the entire mountainous area was densely packed with tens of thousands of monsters.

When the spell slots were almost depleted, the mages of Netherworld finally stopped and began to rest for eight hours.

After two days of repeating this, an army that was far more numerous than it could have been, appeared out of thin air.

Anyone who sees this will be terrified by the power possessed by the mighty mage group.

Because as long enough time to prepare, they can easily capture and destroy most of the towns in this world, and they will not even lose the slightest loss.

This is also why Yin Soul City is obviously just a floating city with a population of only about 20,000 people, but it can make everyone around it feel scared.

If the criterion for measuring the strength of a modern country on the earth is the industrial manufacturing capacity, then the most direct manifestation of the strength of a country on the continent of Faeron is the number and level of spellcasters.

And in this regard, Yin Soul City, which has been continuing Netherre's elite education and can obtain a ghost physique and increase its lifespan through the power of Shar, undoubtedly has an overwhelming advantage.

No one wants to provoke a city of the Underworld with such magical power unless it is absolutely necessary, not even the Fort Santil and the Santarim Society.

"Father, it's time to do it."

The eldest son, Revalan Tanshur, reminded in a low voice with excitement in his eyes.

Teramant hesitated for a moment, then nodded expressionlessly: "Then start launching a tentative attack."

Remember, move fast and never give the other person time to react.

We must take Tivanton and capture Greya, Prince of Darkness, before the West Coast Empire reacts. ”

"Understood! The great goddess of the night will bless us. ”

With that, Revaran Tanshur raised his head and stared feverishly at the dark night sky above him, without a speck of moonlight or stars.

In his opinion, this kind of night without a single light is most likely a sign of Shar's approval of the operation.

With an order, the magic circles on the ground that were trying to bind the otherworldly creatures suddenly lost their effect.

Tens of thousands of demons, Yogros, and elemental creatures poured into the portal beneath Tifandon like a tidal wave.

Due to the lack of deliberate control, many demons suddenly burst out in confusion and began to attack their surrounding kind, causing quite a stir.

But fortunately, this loss is nothing in the face of the huge number.

It didn't take long for the streets of Tifanton to be filled with otherworldly creatures.

The malevolent Eugros and demons unceremoniously break into the house, trying to find some living people to torture and amuse themselves.

After all, this is their greatest motivation to accept the summons of mortal spellcasters.

But the strange thing is that I didn't find a single living person after sweeping the street in a row, as if the inhabitants of the city had disappeared from the world.

The silence and eeries that cannot be described in words even elemental creatures that act instinctively feel that something is wrong.

Suddenly!

A huge bell rang from the top of the tower, located in the middle of the city.

When- When-

Before the otherworldly creatures could react to what had happened, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly echoed over Tivanton.

"Do you hear that? This is the death knell for you! Endless darkness will consume everything! ”

As the last word blurted out, the whole city suddenly became pitch black, without the slightest light at all.

This is obviously not ordinary darkness, but a terrifying magical darkness, even otherworldly creatures with dark vision cannot see a few meters away, and the violently burning body of the fire elemental can only barely illuminate an area with a radius of three meters.

Not sure what was going on, all the people who entered the portal and had some intelligence tensed their nerves.

Because this dark environment is too suitable for a sneak attack.

And because of the demons' innate chaotic and evil nature and the selfishness of the Yugros demons, there is no such thing as trust between them, and they are always on guard against each other.

It's good that the visual range is a little larger just now, at least there is a relatively safe buffer distance.

But now that I suddenly can't see it, a chain of suspicion is immediately formed.

The Yogros Demon will think that demons are all crazy and insane, and will suddenly jump out of the darkness and attack themselves;

The demons believe that the Yogros Demon is an untrustworthy treacherous villain, and betrayal is as easy for them as eating and drinking, and will not stage a good backstabbing show.

Just as this atmosphere of mutual distrust began to spread, a heart-rending scream suddenly came from the darkness.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!h

"What the hell is that! There are monsters in the dark! ”

"Nope! I don't care about you! Don't touch me! ”

……

If it were a normal person, he would definitely rush to the direction where the sound came out to check the situation as soon as possible.

But the demon and the demon of eugros clearly do not do self-sacrificing things.

They waited for the screams to disappear completely, and then cautiously approached the place where the sound came from, and finally saw only dozens of cold corpses lying on the ground motionless.

This scene suddenly made the Yugros Demon and the demon present all show shocked and incredulous expressions.

Because as otherworldly creatures, they should be sent back to their hometown directly after death in the material world.

Judging from the state of these deceased, it is clear that they did not go back, but were directly killed by something more terrible.

"Damn! What's going on? ”

A cunning seducer scowled with horror in his tone.

"It's negative energy! Exceptionally powerful negative energy! It's a bit evil here! I think it's better for us to get out quickly. ”

The other decoeur followed suit, showing fear.

Just as they were about to activate the teleportation magic, they suddenly found that their spell-like abilities didn't work.

Disturbed by some kind of strong magical fluctuation, to be exact.

Not far away, a Barlow Flame Demon began to lose control for unknown reasons, his chest emitted a dazzling white light and continued to expand, and finally exploded with a bang, blowing up all the unlucky eggs within a radius of thirty meters.

Followed by the next second......

Countless deformed, ugly black shadows appeared out of thin air, dozens or even hundreds of times more than the number of otherworldly creatures pouring into the streets of the city.

Since their bodies and forms are completely integrated with the darkness around them, they can only vaguely see a sea of gray-white holes as mensling as their eyes.

"Damn! It's a ghostly creature! It's connected to the shadow plane! Fall back! Retreat! ”

A high-level eugros demon wielded the weapon in his hand to force back a group of black shadows who rushed up to touch him, and then kicked the berserker demon around him out as cannon fodder, and he took advantage of this gap to turn around and run without saying a word.

Because he had sensed that that terrible darkness was not ordinary magic, but terrifying divine or quasi-divine power.

With the blessing of this power, once touched by these creatures from the shadow plane, it means true death.

It has to be said that this High Jugros Demon is off to a good start.

Because of his leading demonstration, the other demons and the Ugros demon around him also followed suit, pushing out the unlucky guy closest to him as a time to buy time for the dead ghosts.

The result was an instantaneous ripple effect, adding to an already chaotic situation.

Many grumpy demons even directly pulled out their weapons and started the in-situ fighting mode.

What's worse is that there are more follow-up troops pouring in, blocking the only portal that is still functioning.

A fierce clash broke out between those who wanted to get out and those who wanted to come in, and the corpses soon piled up a small mountain on the ground, and the blood even touched the ankles to form a viscous river of blood.

After all, in the clever brain circuits of demons and eugros demons, being killed by shadow creatures can really kill you, but if you are killed by your own kind, you will only return to your hometown and wait for rebirth, so you will work extra hard when killing each other.

On the contrary, when confronting the shadow creatures, he was passive and slack, and he was not willing to have any contact with them at all.

It felt as if they were the enemy within themselves who would never die.

Some demons even choose to commit suicide when they are about to be overwhelmed by the sea of shadow creatures.

"Humph! What a rabble. ”

The Prince of Darkness stood atop the tower, watching what was happening, his expression of disdain.

Perhaps for the rulers of other cities, such an army of otherworldly and elemental creatures was a great threat.

But in Grea's eyes, it wasn't even a problem.

Because now the entire Tifan is shrouded in his powerful god-like power, and it can even be said that it is equivalent to a miniature god kingdom, which can be adjusted at will to change the terrain, terrain, gravity, block all the spells of a certain faction so that they cannot take effect normally, and create chaotic magic areas or non-magic areas.

In the face of such a field, numbers have long lost their meaning.

Unless they have the same power to suppress it, no matter how much they throw it in, it will just deliver food, and it will be swallowed and assimilated by the endless sea of shadow creatures.

"Master, I think these summoned otherworldly creatures should be a temptation for you in the Netherworld City." The female adjutant, Corinna, reminded cautiously.

"I know.

But what does it matter?

What if they knew what power I had?

In the face of absolute power, no small tricks and tricks are meaningless.

Through this war, I will prove to the mortals of this world that I am the master of darkness. ”

With that, Grea drew her sword and swung it towards the entrance to the portal directly ahead.

The web of shadows that enveloped the area immediately began to boil, spewing energy from it that was enough to destroy everything and devour everything.

Those demons, eugros, and elemental creatures were instantly squashed, torn, and twisted into monstrous undead creatures or shadow creatures before they could react to what was happening.

The overflowing energy even swept through the portal and swept through the surrounding camps of the Bedai barbarian nomadic cavalry.

More than five thousand people and their mounts all died in less than ten seconds.

Eventually, a radius of four or five kilometers from Tifanton was shrouded in a huge black curtain.

"It's ......"

Corrari Bonas Tanshuer's pupils dilated, contracted, and dilated again, and his face was full of disbelief.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a newly born being could have such terrifying dark powers.

In terms of purity, it can already be compared to the divine power of the goddess of the night, Shar, when she descended to incarnate.

"That's the target of our operation, the Emperor of the West Coast Empire and the heir of Soth, the ninth lord of the Hell of Bato, and the future king of the Cormir Kingdom, the Prince of Darkness - Grea. It seems that Ramolek died unjustly. ”

Teramante gave the answer with a solemn expression.

As a remnant of Netharel who had interacted with top Arcanists such as Karthas, Iolem, Larocle, and Ovo, he had seen too many geniuses and powerhouses in his life that he could not reach in his lifetime.

Even the incarnation of the original goddess of magic and the goddess of the night, Shar.

Although the power possessed by the dark prince Grea is still very immature and far from being a powerful divine power, the pure darkness that cannot be described in words makes Teramante feel extremely jealous.

Because he is increasingly unsure whether the goddess of the night, Shar, will be on his side and that of Netherworld in this matter.

After all, there is no justification for the favor of the gods.

As the loneliest and loneliest goddess in the crystal wall where Torreel is located, the reason why Shar is so obsessed with restoring everything to the darkness of the beginning of the world is that she wants to regain that feeling of safety and familiarity.

But what if there was someone who could give her that feeling right now?

Once Shar falls madly in love with Grea like Talona falls in love with Zasi, it will be absolutely bad news for the Netherland, which relies on the protection of the goddess of the night.

Thinking of this, Teramante glanced at his eldest son, who is also Shar's chief archbishop and elect in the Netherworld, Revaran.

The latter, apparently noticing his father's gaze, gestured to the priesthood beside him.

The rest of the members of the Shar Church immediately activated the seal of a large container.

The seal of the container shook slightly twice and then slammed open, and a large amount of sludge mixed with sewage gushed out, quickly turning a large area around it into a swamp.

In a few minutes or so, a giant mud giant rose out of everyone's sight and opened its mouth to let out a deafening roar.

"I, the great god of the Boiling Mud, Borim, have returned. Pathetic mortals! Are you ready to bear the wrath that I have accumulated for thousands of years? ”

The voice has not fallen!

The swamps that had just formed around them rapidly expanded into the forests, plains, and mountains around the Devourer, and large swaths of black mud bubbled and began to boil under the influence of Aragami's power.

As the boiling mud collided with the black curtain that enveloped Tivanton, violent tremors and deafening loud noises echoed through the night sky.

Rumble!!!!!!!

In addition to the area shrouded in the veil, the nearby swamp that had expanded for more than a kilometer was suddenly blasted into the sky by a huge energy shockwave, and a rain of mud began to fall overhead.

"Who dares to stop Porim from building his own territory?!"

Aragami was clearly enraged by the offense, and rushed to Tifanton to teach him a lesson.

You must know that he is known as the "God of Wrath", and you can imagine how bad his temper is.

But at the moment when the huge mud giant approached the portal, a black sword fell directly from the sky, and with a pop, it thrust through the entire body from the top of his head.

Next Second......

The blade unleashed a destructive blast of energy, directly shattering Borim's already sturdy muddy body.

In less than a second, the Prince of Darkness, Grea, descended from the sky and pulled his sword from the ground, shook the mud violently, and then teased in a slightly mocking tone: "This is the hole card you prepared for me?"

An Aragami who was defeated and killed by the three gods of death in the mortal period?

I have to say that this is really disappointing.

After all, I've done so much preparation, and now I don't think I'm going to need it.

Because killing you all is just me! ”

"Don't worry, Prince of Darkness. Don't you think Borim is really that easy to solve? ”

At the forefront of the battlefield, Desoud Tanshur smiled playfully.

As the two spoke, the mud that had been shattered and flew out began to regroup together as if it were alive, forming a giant.

"Immortal?!"

Grea was visibly taken aback.

Because when he tore the other party's mud body just now, he didn't find the other party's heart.

Desud Tanshur grinned and nodded, "That's right. The Porim you see is not the same thing as the one you met in the Death Trio or mortal days. It has no weaknesses left. Best of all, we've got more to offer you. ”

"Oh? What is it? Why don't you show me what to see? ”

Grea immediately raised her vigilance to the highest level, sensing the existence around her that might pose a threat to her through her god-like powers.

In the twinkling of an eye!

A huge black shadow appeared behind him out of thin air.

Out of his first instinct, the Prince of Darkness immediately swung his sword backhand to kill him.

But before he could touch anything, he saw two thick and strong ones smashing straight down on him.

Not good!

With her mastery of the Shadow Net, Grea activated a short-range teleportation, avoiding the two dangerous tentacles to reach one of the opponent's two heads.

Just as he was about to complete a decapitation, a tail with a hook spike suddenly pierced out from the side, and judging from the strange black light that glowed from the front end, it was highly poisonous.

In desperation, the Prince of Darkness could only abandon the decapitation and make a parry action with the sword in his hand.

Clang!

With the golden sparks that burst out at the moment of touch, his whole person flew backwards more than ten meters away under the impetus of the huge force, and it was not easy to stabilize his body.

At this point, he finally saw the whole picture of this guy who attacked him.

"Demon Prince Demogorgen?!"

Grea called out the other person's name and title accurately.

In the same way, he knew where the intense uneasiness he had just come from.

As the most legendary of the original Tanari Demon Lord of the Abyss, this guy's biggest feature is that his attacks have a withering effect.

It is said that during the fall of Chaos Aftermath, when Aukus and Grazt were fighting for the title of Demon Prince, Demogorgen, who had been regarded as a failure, suddenly appeared and killed twelve of his strongest contenders with a single blow.

A key role in this is the withering power of the tentacles of the two arms.

Even if a powerful demon lord is hit, his body will quickly wither and die.

The Prince of Darkness didn't want to use his godlike body to test what that withering power would do to him.

"Hahahaha!

That's right, it's me.

Well, you didn't expect me to join the game, did you?

Thanks to your cunning father, I have suffered a great deal lately.

Now is the time for the Father to pay the Son's debt. ”

One of Demogogan's heads grinned and let out a shrill laugh.

To make matters worse, Porim began to control the swamp and silt beneath his feet, wrapping one of the Dark Prince's legs and restricting his movements.

"A desolate god, a demon prince, this is the hole card you use to deal with?"

Faced with the situation of being besieged, Grea did not show even the slightest panic, but became more calm.

Because this is a characteristic given by the nature of the dark divine power.

He will never be dominated by extreme emotions such as anger, sadness, mania, etc.

"No, not only that, but we've completely hollowed out the southernmost tip of the Mokou Mountains into a huge imprisoning circle. Now you have no way back. ”

There was a hint of smugness in Desud Tanshur's tone.

He clearly enjoyed the feeling of having the Prince of Darkness in his hands.

After all, the other party killed and devoured an incarnation of Ciric, the prince of lies, when Susar, the capital of Cormier, was just born.

This means that it has a power comparable to that of a god.

If you can capture and imprison him, you will achieve what the Grand Arcanists of the Nethariel era can only dream of.

If the source of god-like power can be cracked again, the Netherworld City may be able to achieve the entire ascension and become the most powerful force in the entire Faeron, even above the gods.

In short, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, the more excited he became, and his eyes revealed a strong ambition, not noticing that the sword in the Dark Prince's hand had ignited a dark purple energy flame from the deepest part of the Shadow Net.

It's less than 0.01 second!

Grea broke free from the shackles of the black mud and disappeared into the darkness.

Then Desoud Tanshur felt a sharp pain in his chest.

When I looked down, I saw that my chest had been pierced from behind, and blood gushed out of my broken heart.

Almost at the same time, all the magic items, equipment, and protective spells on his body were disintegrating and incapacitating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Big ...... The Great Crack?! You...... How did you do that? ”

The Netherworld Prince struggled to lift his hair in a staccato question.

Because it all happened so fast, so fast that even Teramant didn't have time to react.

"Haven't you noticed?

All the shadows around me have been under my control from the beginning.

I don't need any spells or spells at all, I just need a single thought to cast any Nine Rings of magic, and I can even add all the magic skills on top.

So your vaunted spell-casting abilities mean nothing to me.

No way back?

What a ridiculous lie!

I'm the Lord of Darkness, why retreat?

What I'm going to do is kill all his children in front of Terramante.

You're just the beginning.

Relax, it won't be long before your other brothers will be there for you. ”

With that, Grea unleashed her terrifying god-like power, and the black flames directly devoured Desud Tanshur's body and soul, and finally twisted into a terrifying monster.

No hesitation!

He didn't leave his hands because he was under siege and at a disadvantage!

The kind of decisiveness and indifference revealed from the bones undoubtedly made everyone who saw this scene feel chilled.

Especially Teramant, who witnessed the whole process of the death of his second son, his face was extremely pale.

Because he realized that there was no such thing as compromise in the dictionary of the Prince of Darkness.

This means that it will be much more difficult to capture them.

As for Hajhorner on the side, he showed unprecedented tension and anxiety.

The High City Lord's lieutenant knew very well that full control of the Shadow Web meant only one thing, and that was that the other party had gained the unreserved favor of Shar, the goddess of the night.

Combined with what happened at Tifanton before, Grea's current identity is revealed.

Elector!

And the highest voter above Revaran Tanshur!

The thought of Netherworld's current actions against Shar made Hajhorna feel a tingling in his scalp.

You must know that many legendary mages and high-level mages, including himself, rely on the Yin Soul Physique given by Shar to continue their lives.

If this were to stop suddenly, the result would be absolutely catastrophic.

In contrast, Revaran was already in a state of spiritual and faith collapse at this moment, and his face was full of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the goddess he had given everything to it without reservation could give so much favor to another person, and this person was also an enemy of himself and Netherworld.

What an irony!

What a clown!

In just a few seconds, the divine grace belonging to Shar in him began to fade, and the priest's level also dropped rapidly, which was obviously a sign of the fading of faith.

"Ahh Fear, panic, despair, jealousy, timidity, I smell the smell of your mind and soul. ”

Grea glanced at Revaran, who was kneeling on the ground with a thud in the distance, her black eyes revealing a naked and undisguised banter.

Like Zuo Si, he didn't have the slightest affection for these guys who pinned all their hopes on the gods.

"What exactly did you do? Why is it so much favored by the goddess of the great night! ”

Revaran opened his mouth and let out a cry of hysteria.

"Me? I didn't do anything, I even killed the messenger sent by Shar to deliver the artifact. All of this you see is a wishful gift from her, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

Grea swung her sword to block the tentacles that Demogogen swung at him, and replied expressionlessly.

With the divine power attached to the sword, he successfully opened a finger-deep opening for the other party.

But in the blink of an eye, the wound was gone.

The Demon Prince's defense and regeneration abilities are much stronger than the outside world thinks.