There is no doubt that Storm Silverhand's assessment of Greya, the Prince of Darkness, is undoubtedly very accurate.

Because with the defeat of Demogorgen's incarnation, Borim was destroyed again and again before he could condense into the form of a giant, and he finally began to hunt down the Netherworld City mercilessly.

Whether it was the high-ranking mages and the priests of Shar, the officers and ordinary soldiers, or the nomadic cavalry of the Bedai barbarians who were forced to submit to the former, they were all treated equally.

There is no sympathy!

There is no mercy!

Some are just merciless slaughter!

Hundreds of people were crushed like ants, then swallowed up by endless darkness, leaving nothing but death and silence in the path of the black curtain, not even corpses.

Even if someone fell on his knees and wept bitterly that he was willing to surrender and become a slave, he would not be pardoned.

Graya's handsome face and cold eyes, without any expression, vividly show the flaws of his personality and innate divine powers.

Any scholar who has studied and understood the innate divine powers that do not rely on faith to maintain their existence such as Aragami and Ancient Evil Creatures knows that these powerful and terrifying beings often have one thing in common, that is, a serious lack of compassion and empathy.

The reason is simple.

They had never really experienced the feeling of weakness, so how could they possibly understand the idea that they could casually shoot and trample mortals to death.

Moreover, these do not need to rely on faith to maintain their own existence, and they basically do not listen to the prayers of believers every day like the gods, and feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of ordinary people's daily life, often regard them as a toy to pass the boring time, or a resource with a certain value.

Therefore, most of the innate god-like powers such as Aragami and Ancient Evil Creatures are evil, and they scoff at the morality, order, and laws established by mortal society.

Apparently, Grea, the Prince of Darkness, has the same problem.

In his opinion, from the moment Teramant chose to go to war with him, the entire Netherworld should be damned from top to bottom.

He wants to use a complete slaughter to make a proclamation to the entire continent of Faerun, so that everyone understands what it means to be an enemy of him.

In fact, this lack of compassion and empathy is not unique to Grea, and Zuosi's other son, Anne Jr., is actually the same.

It's just that the latter's mind is still very naïve and immature, so it has a certain plasticity and can be slowly corrected through education.

However, Grea was more pronounced in this regard because he had acquired a relatively complete and mature mind so soon after his birth, and almost never cared about the feelings of mortals.

In the Dark Prince's cognition, there are only three types of mortals.

The first is the "resources" and "possessions" that will be their own in the future, such as the inhabitants and armies of the Cormier Kingdom, who need to be treated with a little softer means and shelter;

The second is the residents of other areas who have nothing to do with themselves, and they can just ignore it;

The third type is the one who is controlled by the opponent, who is usually intensely hostile to themselves and will gradually develop irreconcilable hatred as fighting, violence, and killing escalate, and need to strike hard and clean up as quickly as a lawn.

So the mass murder that Guerra is carrying out at the moment is not motivated by bloodlust or impulsiveness, but by a very rational decision made after careful consideration.

Because of this, Storm Silverhand feels that he is far more terrifying than those tyrants, careerists, and leaders of evil organizations.

Because once this young god-like power starts to move, it will never stop easily, but will complete the killing of thousands of people with unimaginable efficiency, without even giving others a chance to react and intervene.

The thought that the Prince of Darkness would become the monarch of the Cormier Kingdom in the future, and that the valley where the Valley of Shadows was located happened to have a large land border with Cormier, and Storm Silverhand couldn't help but feel nervous, worried, and anxious.

She wasn't sure if the future Cormir Kingdom would reach out to what had been scattered so far

of the valley, trying to annex this rich land suitable for farming.

But what is certain is that the two sides will certainly not get along as easily and harmoniously as before.

Especially with the support of the large size of the West Coast Empire, the power of the Cormier royal family is bound to grow exponentially, and it will not be long before it becomes formidable and formidable.

If you count Sambia, which ended the civil war after a round of shuffling, the valley is almost fenced, and only the newly recovered elven kingdom of Komanso to the north is barely an ally.

What even Storm Silverhand could think of, Ilminster couldn't have imagined.

So after a moment of thought, he finally made up his mind to lead the Harperists League into the melee, hoping to cool the situation down a little.

But the interesting part is that before the group can get close to the battlefield, a dramatic scene happens.

Exactly did they encounter Fu Zor? Chebury, the clone Manson, and Simanmon and other high-ranking members of the Santarin.

As an intelligence organization that has been in love with the Harperists for hundreds of years, the Santarim Order has apparently been aware of Ilminster's movements for a long time, and is also very concerned about the situation in Tifanton, and has a hostile relationship with the Netherworld.

It's clear that there may be something to pick up cheaply like this, how could they not intervene.

After all, whether it is the defeat of Netherworld City or the heavy damage of the Harper's Alliance, the Santarim Society can take advantage of the fire to weaken the opponent, or even eliminate a strong enemy once and for all.

Looking at Fu Zor? With Cherberry's sinister and cunning face, Storm Silverhand immediately stopped and narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you here for?"

"It's simple.

I don't want you to interfere in this war of shadows.

Because the threat posed to the Moon Sea by the return of the Yin Soul City to the material plane is too great.

That's why I'd rather hope that Greya, the Prince of Darkness, will help me kill all of Teramante and his sons.

This will allow me to easily deal with the threat from the Enoch Desert and turn my hand into action to achieve what I have always wanted to achieve."

Fu Zor? Cherberry made no secret of it, and made it straightforward about his intentions.

It is not difficult to see from the schadenfreude revealed in his eyes and tone that he can be said to be very satisfied with the outcome of this war.

After all, as long as the Netherworld City is completely finished, the pressure faced by Santil Fort will disappear in an instant.

With the strong strength to integrate the towns and villages around the Moon Sea to establish a dictatorship, it is a good choice when the time comes, whether it is to go south to seize the land of the elven kingdom of Comanso, or to invade the land of Handi and Inbutu in the east.

As the elect of Bane, the god of tyranny, Fu Zor? After witnessing how Zuo Si built a vast West Coast empire from scratch, Cherbury's ambition grew like weeds in the wasteland, and he also longed to build an empire of his own.

Considering that the west side is almost

With little room for expansion, he naturally set his sights on the East, which was easier to conquer and occupy.

Of course, all of this is based on the complete destruction of Netherworld City.

Otherwise, as long as there are still a few Nether Princes and dozens of high-level mages alive, they will use the Shadow Sea as a base to form a strategic deterrent against Santil Fort.

"Hah! Borrowing a knife to kill? When did your Titrant of the Sea of the Moon become as fond of intrigue as Manson? Is it true that Soth and his children are so frightened to you?"

Ilminster was clearly laughed at by the shamelessness of the other party.

He had thought that Santarin would be blocked here in order to kill himself or wipe out the high-ranking members of the Harper's Alliance.

After all, this kind of thing often happened more than once when Manson was still the chief.

But who would have thought that he just didn't want anyone to stand up and save the endangered Yin Soul City.

However, Ilminster does have a desire to pull the Ghost City.

Because the League of Harpists he founded has always been

The theory of balance is promoted, and what is needed around the area around the Enook Desert at the moment is to maintain the balance of power.

In particular, keeping the Netherland would not only deter Santil from invading other regions, but would also slightly limit the future of the Cormir Kingdom, which would fall to the West Coast Empire in full swing, so that it would not expand so quickly that it would affect the valley.

Haven't waited for Fu Zor yet? Before Cherberry could retort, Simon Monmon, the master of the Dark Intelligence Network, stood up first and questioned with a smile, "If you weren't afraid, why didn't you stand up in the first place?

Especially when the incarnation of the demon prince Demogorgen was still around.

Admit it, Ilminster.

As you get older, you are no longer as brave and fearless as you imagined.

And the Prince of Darkness has already shown his strength through two battles.

You must know that neither Ciric nor Demogogen are soft persimmons.

He deserves the awe of all, doesn't he?"

After that, Simon didn't forget to glance at Grea standing at the apex of the huge black curtain out of the corner of his eye.

Even though the god-like power that looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was just standing there motionless at this moment, it still exuded an aura of darkness and nothingness that was above all beings, as if the night belonged to him.

Beneath the veil, countless shadow creatures continue to pound the defenses built up by the soldiers and mages of the Netherworld.

Although since the Netherworld has lived in the shadow plane for thousands of years, it should be quite experienced in dealing with such creatures.

But in the face of overwhelming numbers, no matter how powerful the magic is, it will not help.

Spells against shadow creatures, such as Daylight, Sun Flame, and Fireball, lit up the night sky one after another, often killing hundreds of black shadows in an instant, or even directly emptying a large area in front of them.

But that doesn't slow the pace of death in the slightest.

Every time a shadow creature is killed, more will spring up from the curtain behind it, wave after wave like a great wave in a storm.

Under the impact of these guys, even the protective barrier formed by the joint casting of dozens of high-level mages was shattered.

If you encounter a Shadow Dragon, a High Shadow, a creation twisted by a legendary mage or other powerful monster, such as the lost incarnation of Demogorgen, I am afraid that you will not survive even a minute.

What's more, there is also the inner ghost of Brenas who is carrying the Demon Moon Blade to wreak havoc everywhere, so it is impossible for any enchantment or circle to last more than ten minutes.

Feeling more and more souls being absorbed by him, the Prince of Darkness Grea couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth and whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "So everything that happened in front of you was expected by you, Father, right?

Whether it is Ovo and the Floating City under his control, or Brenas this pre-arranged inner ghost, they are all prepared to deal with the Netherworld City.

These people are quietly placed in important positions like chess pieces, waiting for the need to step up and play a role.

Brenas, in particular, must have been made into a Minion card for the Brigade Mage by you, right?

Interesting, so funny.

I'd like to know how many of these stealthy pieces you've planted."

As the last word blurted out, Grea suddenly sensed something and jerked around to stare at her right.

Although there was obviously nothing there in the eyes of outsiders, he felt the spark that belonged to the traveling mage.

You can't go wrong with that kind of resonance that words can't describe.

"I've arranged a lot of pieces like this, more than you can imagine. After all, I have a lot of enemies, so I have to make a few more sets of emergency backup plans, don't you say?"

Zuo Si's voice came from where the Prince of Darkness was staring.

Grea immediately raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked in a tone of uncertainty, "When did you come?" Why can't I see anything

See?"

Zuo Si remained invisible and replied with a smile, "I've been here since the beginning.

It's just that he uses some kind of trick to distort the perception of reality and everyone around him, so that everyone including you can't see it.

I have to say that I am quite satisfied with your performance today.

You know, I thought you were going to suffer a little loss at the hands of Teramant and Demogorgen.

Also, how did you create this kind of godlike dark veil?

It was like a half-plane between the material world, the shadow plane, and the dark void.

But it gives you and those shadow creatures an extra power bonus, as if it's some kind of exclusive domain."

Speaking of this, Grea finally showed a hint of pride, pointed to the large area of land around Tifanton, and explained, "I sent someone to bury some knick-knacks made from fragments of my own divine power in the dirt in advance. With these items, I was able to unleash my god-like power through one network node after another until it became what you see."

"Forming a network using items made from god-like fragments?"

In order to facilitate communication, Zuo Si changed himself from a state of invisibility to a translucent appearance that probably appeared a little outline, his eyes lit up slightly, obviously amazed by his son's whimsy and creativity.

Because although this thing is easy to say, it is quite difficult to operate in practice, and it can even be said that more than 80% of the gods cannot do it.

"That's right.

However, I also used the blessing of the dark power of the Shadow Web and the night of the Continent of Faeron to the power of darkness.

If it was dawn or in a place where there was no shadow net, I am afraid it would be difficult to form such a huge curtain.

At least on a much smaller scale."

Grea spoke very simply about the limitations of this ability.

But Zuo Si praised disappreciatively: "Even if it is

In this way, you have accomplished quite a remarkable feat.

After all, the power of the traveling mage was originally to connect the endless space, space and universe with its own spark.

Then use things including energy and rules for yourself.

With just a small land card, you can bring the shadow web and night of the continent of Faeron to any world."

"Thank you for the compliment. But this time, thanks to the Brenas you planted in Netherland, I wouldn't have won so easily."

The Prince of Darkness stroked his chest with one hand and bowed slightly, expressing his gratitude to his father.

Because Brenas didn't just create division and chaos within Netherworld, but he also restrained the most difficult of Demergogans, allowing the deadly seal magic to strike at him.

"Hehe, I hope you'll learn this lesson, and the next time you fight other enemies, you'd better find a way to plant a spy or a few in them. It's not easy for others, but it's not that hard for the Traveling Mage."

Zuo Si smiled, and as a former and an old-timer, he taught his son about the experience of how to use the ability of the traveling mage.

Grea was obviously very clever enough to understand the meaning at once, and asked thoughtfully, "You mean to make an important person on the other side into a traveling mage summon creature card?"

Zuo Si nodded solemnly: "Exactly.

Remember, intelligence is always the most important part of determining the outcome of a war.

You have to build your own messaging channel and make sure it's always in your hands.

Otherwise, you will become deaf and blind.

No matter how strong you are, you will inevitably fall into passivity, or even be led by the enemy."

"Yes, I think I already know how many mistakes I made this time unintentionally. By the way, what do you think I should do with Netherworld, and how should I end this?"

Grea looked like she was humbly asking for advice.

Since he has absolutely no relevant experience, he

Desperate to get some guidance from his father.

But Zuo Si shook his head directly: "Don't ask me.

You started this war, so it's up to you to decide, don't expect me to wipe your ass for you.

Also, don't try to learn from your mother.

Because her political talent and talent are really hard to describe.

You must know that being a good ruler is not as simple as you think.

Not only do you have to understand the nature and workings of power, but you also have to learn to discern the information you need from all kinds of lies and deceptions.

When you can easily control the whole bureaucratic system, and let those who act on behalf of power love and fear you, then you will be qualified to be qualified."

After hearing this, the Prince of Darkness fell silent for an instant, and it took a full minute before he raised his head and asked, "Why did you choose Mother in the first place? Is it because of her beauty or her special status?"

"It's the latter.

I want to exert influence on the Kingdom of Cormier, even indirectly, in my hands.

Your mother happens to be a near-perfect candidate.

And she's really wild when she's not an outsider, and she's full of a passion that ordinary women don't have, and it brings me a lot of joy."

Zuo Si did not hide anything, and generously admitted his truest feelings for the Iron Princess Yalusail.

"So she's also a pawn under your control?" Grea continued to ask with a curious expression.

Without hesitation, Zuo Si replied, "Strictly speaking, yes.

Because politically, if you don't take the initiative, then the other side will take the initiative.

It's a zero-sum game through and through, and it's a winner-takes-all game, and there's no such thing as a win-win situation.

You can show your kindness when you win, but you must not put your hopes in the kindness of the other person, otherwise you will lose badly.

Not to mention, I played my role almost perfectly, and at the same time fulfilled all that your mother desired.

If not, you can ask her if she loves me.

Trust me, there's only one answer you'll get, and that's love.

Besides, without my intervention, your mother would never have been able to sit on the throne of Cormier.

With her political level, she will only assist Asan V as a regent until she reaches adulthood, and then be kicked away like garbage.

After all, politics and power games are so cruel, and they never talk about family and blood."

"So...... I can control those women in the same way, so that they fall in love with me and willingly become pawns under my control?"

Grea's eyes lit up slightly, as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Without a sense of morality and empathy, he did not get angry or angry because his mother Jalusail was a pawn, but felt that his father's methods were very clever and he was eager to learn and emulate.

Because the cost of this method is very low, the benefits that can be derived from it are enormous.

In the face of his studious son, of course Zuo Si would not hide his selfishness, and gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

"Absolutely.

However, it is important to note that although you can use them as tools, you must also meet their spiritual and material, physical and psychological needs.

You can think of this kind of thing as a transaction.

Only by constantly giving positive feedback will those women be dead set on you, and even willing to give their lives and even their souls for you.

Mind control and slavery is a very advanced science.

I suggest that you start by picking a relatively simple target to exercise.

For example, those ladies in the court of the Cormier kingdom or the women of aristocratic families who are loyal to the royal family."

There is no doubt that if an outsider heard the conversation between father and son at this moment, it was guaranteed to be shocked.

After all, he will teach his son the skills of picking up girls

Although there are many fathers, there are definitely few who are so naked.

What's more, the Prince of Darkness has only been born for a short time, and he is not yet a year old in the strict sense.

Just as Grea wanted to ask for more details and techniques, he suddenly felt an astonishing energy in the distance, and turned his head to see a dazzling silver fire suddenly explode in midair, emitting a deafening roar.

Rumble!!!!!

A high-ranking mage of the Santarin Society fell, his entire body burned to mutilated bones with terrifying energy.

"That's—the chosen people of the goddess of magic!"

With his god-like powers, he surpassed ordinary people's vision and directly locked on to Ilminster and Storm Silverhand, and also found the clones Manson and Fuzor who were exchanging opinions fiercely with them? Cherbury and Simon Monmon, among others.

Obviously, the two groups finally couldn't get along and still fought.

Count the Harpists League and the Santarin Society, overhead the sky

There's the Battle of the Floating City and the spell duel of the Grand Arcanist of the Netharel era, as well as the civil war between Brainus and other Nether Princes and High Mages on the ground.

That kind of scene of vitality and all things competing makes people sigh, it really deserves to be the Faren Continent.

It is only in this land where there are so many organizations of all kinds that other forces can be seen in a war in which only two parties participate.

"Hehe, Ilminster is still the same, and he can't get rid of his nosy habit.

However, in order to allow you to completely destroy the Netherworld City, this time it can be regarded as desperate.

Especially Fu Zor? Chebberry, has begun to use the powers that Bane has given him.

It seems that the two sides will not be able to tell the winner for a while."

Zuo Sirao teased with a smile, not taking this kind of small scene into account at all.

After all, by now, the power he has has long been no longer Ilminster and Fuzor? What Cherberry can reach.

"Do you want to stop these two groups?"

The Prince of Darkness frowned subconsciously.

"No, you'd better hurry up and end this war. Because I can already feel the eyes of several gods coming to me."

After that, Zuo Si ignored his son's reaction, and directly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place.

As soon as he walked on his front feet, a beautiful woman wrapped in black translucent tulle and exuding a mysterious aura from head to toe appeared out of thin air.

"Shar, the goddess of the night?!"

Grea confirmed the other party's identity almost instantly, and at the same time clenched the black flame sword in his hand and entered the combat mode.

"Relax, my child, don't be so nervous. I'm sure you already know I don't have any ill will towards you, don't you?"

Shar walked slowly towards him with graceful steps.

When the distance between the two was less than half a meter, she stopped, stretched out her slender and slender fingers and gently rested them on the Dark Prince's shoulder, suddenly leaned her face closer and inhaled hard like an addict, and then let out a moan that was enough to make people reverie infinitely.

What pure darkness!

What a silent nothingness!

All this makes the goddess of the night seem to return to the good old days when the sun had not yet appeared at the beginning of its founding.

In an instinctive reaction, Shar spread out his arms as if holding the Prince of Darkness in his arms and never letting go.

But unfortunately, the latter obviously didn't like this kind of overly intimate action, and suddenly released a powerful god-like power to push Shar back, and at the same time retreated to open a relatively safe distance.

"I'm sorry, I can't trust you right now."

Guerra expressed her attitude clearly.

Not to mention the goddess of the night in front of him, even the hugs and kisses of Yalusail, as a mother, will cause him strong discomfort.

If someone else had made such an almost offensive move, Shar would have turned his face and punished him a long time ago.

But for Grea, she showed extraordinary tolerance, and instead of being angry, she took off her black veil and revealed a beautiful face that would make all men crazy, and said with a smile, "I can understand your vigilance and suspicion.

After all, I have many irreconcilable contradictions with your father, Soth, and have even openly become enemies.

But believe me, I don't have the slightest malice towards you.

On the contrary, I want to help you understand the dark power you possess and become stronger.

Because you are the only person in this world who can make me feel at peace, and at the same time the only person who deserves my love.

I have to say that fate is a really interesting thing sometimes.

Soth is my enemy, but he gave birth to you."

Seeing the reaction of the goddess of the night, who seemed to be a sincere outpouring of feelings, Grea's tense nerves relaxed a little, and she inserted her sword back into the sheath and cautiously tested, "What do you want to do today? Save the Doomed City?"

"Shadow City?

Hahahaha!

No, my child, Shadow City is nothing in my eyes.

From the time they began to count on you, I have completely abandoned it.

As long as you nod, I can even destroy it with my own hands, and make those daring fools pay the worst price for offending you.

In fact, I came to incarnate solely for you.

Know that it will not be easy to avoid your sinister and cunning father."

As she said this, Shar glanced at the floating city overhead, and her eyes were filled with disgust.

Because since returning to the material world, the performance of Yin Soul City's crotch pulling is really disappointing for her.

In particular, Teramante was timid as a mouse and missed a lot of opportunities.

However, the most important thing is to cooperate with the demon prince Demogorgen without permission, wanting to capture his son of darkness as a bargaining chip.

"So you want me to be your voter?"

Guerra seemed to sense something.

"Electorate?

No, it's for mortals, and it's not worthy of your identity at all.

In fact, I want you to be my son of God.

Just like the status that Talona gave your father Soth.

You don't have to obey any precepts or dogmas, you can do whatever you want, and all my mortal churches must obey your commands."

Shar opened his arms and opened the conditions in a tone of excitement and excitement.

If it weren't for the fear of frightening the Prince of Darkness, she would have wanted to tie him up directly back to her kingdom and sleep well in her arms like a pillow.

Grea looked down and thought for a moment, but finally declined, "I need time to think about it, and I can't give you a definite answer right away."

"It's okay. You can think about it slowly, my door here is always open for you. But in return for this kindness, can you let me hold it for a while? Just a little while......"

Shar blinked his big watery eyes and made a pitiful look.

"Yes!"

Grea hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

After all, it's just a hug, and he won't lose a piece of meat.

Receiving the desired response, the goddess of the night jumped up excitedly like a little girl in love, and without saying a word, rushed to the front, like an octopus, the whole person hung on the body of the dark prince, greedily sniffing the smell emanating from the latter's body.

Before the latter could react, Shar closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This directly gave Grea a whole down.

He first tried to wake the other person up, but found that it was useless, and he couldn't pull it off his body at all.

"Damn!"

The Prince of Darkness finally sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

It's obvious

Ransal played a little trick on this matter.

Grea, who lacks life experience, accidentally fell into the other party's way.

The only way to get out of the trap at the moment is to activate the spark of the Brigade Mage and leave Faeron.

But this is obviously not in line with the original intention of maintaining a good relationship with the goddess of the night.

In the end, in desperation, he could only rush to the remnants of the Netherworld that were still resisting with Shar hanging on his body, intending to complete the finishing work of the war as soon as possible.

You must know that the place where Sha'er's incarnation has come the most is Yin Ghost City.

Therefore, many people in the army of Netherworld know the appearance of the incarnation of the goddess of the night.

So when Grea was in everyone's sight, Revaran was once again hit far beyond her health limit, and she fell to her knees in a daze, pinching her thighs and pumping her mouth to make sure it wasn't a dream or hallucination.

For no believer in the goddess of the night would think of the beautiful woman who was lying in the arms of the Prince of Darkness in the form of a bird.

The contrast between the before and after personalities is really too big.

But the problem is that the divine power exuded by the other party is real.

What happened?

Is the world going to be destroyed?

How did our mysterious, evil, cold, cruel goddess come to be like this?

All the Shar believers were like demons trying to find a reasonable and convincing reason.

Unfortunately, reality is often so brutal and abstract.

After pumping his mouth several times in a row, the burning pain on his face made Revaran finally realize that this was not an illusion, and his eyes suddenly lost all their brilliance, and the whole person stopped all resistance like a walking corpse.

After about two or three minutes, he shouted hysterically like crazy, "Come on! Kill me! So, what are you waiting for?"

For this kind of request, the Prince of Darkness has always been responsive, and directly pierced the other party's chest with a sword, and sarcastically said in a cold tone: "You are so pathetic, you are trapped in the whirlpool of faith and unable to extricate yourself from it. Pin all your hopes on the gods? What do you think a god is? Is it a universal wishing machine for mortals?"

"Shar...... Great Shar! My beloved goddess of the night! Why did you abandon me! I am so devout and faithful to you......

Revaran was clearly not listening to Grea at all, but wanted to reach out and touch Shar's white bare feet, which were not wearing shoes and socks, before dying.

But at the moment when it was about to touch, a powerful force instantly bounced it away, and the whole person spat out a mouthful of blood on a rock, and swallowed his last breath with reluctance.

There is no doubt that this is the tragic state of being abandoned by the gods.

For most professional pastors, the loss of the gifts and faith of the gods often means the loss of everything.

Revaran's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, triggering a chain reaction of collapse in an instant.

Everyone realizes that the destruction of the Netherworld is unstoppable, as Shar has abandoned them in favor of the enemy.

As panic and despair spread, the selfish mages began to turn and flee first, followed by the officers and soldiers.

As we all know, in the vast majority of wars, the real casualties generally do not come from frontal combat, but from tailgating when morale breaks down and begins to flee.

At this time, because everyone wants to run for their lives, no one wants to stay behind and buy time for their teammates with the belief that they will die, so they rarely encounter stubborn resistance when they kill.

In just a few minutes, more than a third of the fleeing Netherworld troops were killed or wounded, all of whom were dragged into the darkness by the shadow creatures that caught up, and then twisted into their own kind.

But even so, the rest of the people who were still running away still had no intention of stopping.

At this moment, there is only one thought in their hearts, and that is to escape this nightmare as soon as possible

Ordinary place.

As for the ideals such as Ghost City and the revival of Netheril, it is true to save your own life first.

Normally, mages should start to activate the teleportation magic at this time, and teleport away directly.

The problem is, Grea keeps an eye on the guys who try to activate the teleportation magic.

If you find it, you will immediately appear in front of the opponent and kill them with the sword in your hand.

This directly leads to the fact that those who are ready to teleport magic do not dare to use it easily, and can only use transformation magic or acceleration to make themselves run faster.

Meanwhile, the Grand Arcanist's spell duel in the sky above him was nearing its end.

Although Terramante had shown all of his hole cards, as well as various new spells and spell-casting techniques that he had developed over the millennia of the shadow plane, he was no match for Owo the Undead.

At present, he has almost no spell slots, and the equipment and scrolls on his body have basically been destroyed, or temporarily suppressed under the effect of the Great Crack of Modern Ken, and it is not useful at all.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

With a heavy gasp, the creator of the Netherworld finally closed his eyes and stopped struggling of any kind.

Because Teramante knew that it didn't make any sense at all, and he himself lost from the very beginning of the battle.

After all, he only has a ghost physique, not a lich with an immortal body, and once killed, he will really die.

But what about Owo?

There are hundreds of boxes split by people's lives, and they can be resurrected indefinitely.

Even if this time fails, there are countless opportunities to do it again.

Thinking of this, Terramant urged in an already hoarse voice, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get started! Don't tell me you're soft-hearted and plan to spare my life."

"Soft-hearted?" Owo let out a shrill laugh. "Hahahaha! Do you think that bloody thing will happen to me? The main reason why I haven't killed you is because your life and death are not in my hands."

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