As the public enemy of all intelligent beings in the multiverse, it is difficult for them to truly believe in other gods except for the spirit sucking monster Il. Although Baal is also an out-and-out evil god, the god of murder worshipped by thieves and killers is not very attractive to the spirit-absorbing monsters.

Even the concept of "murder" is not agreed with by the spirit sucking monsters: bringing high-quality fresh brains to the table, and treating the emotions, knowledge and spiritual power of intelligent creatures as food, this is a necessary means for the survival of spirit sucking monsters, and it is the absolute "universal value" of the spirit sucking monster society, which kind of "murder" is it?

However, as a chess spectator, Xia Yuan Taiyijun shared the perspective of the dark girl Elise Cui looking down on Drow society in this chess game that consumed countless hours.

From the perspective of the gods, there is something evil and strange hidden in the spider elf chess pieces representing Varaz.

Following Xia Yuan Taiyijun's gaze, Elise Cui also paused for a moment on the chess piece, and then shook her head slightly towards her new ally.

The dark girl's always sad eyes clearly conveyed the goddess's opinion:

"The City of the Hermit is the place where the gods of Il, and it is difficult for my power to avoid the interference of the spirit-absorbing gods. If Sorafien could be more in tune with my path, perhaps I could find a way to bestow a divine grace on him. ”

As the only deity of the drow's goodness, Eliestria's powers are not comparable to her crazy and dangerous mother, but in the drow elf's world, Elistry also has an almost "omniscient" perception.

But Eliestria's "omniscience" for drow elves is incomplete, and is actually discounted. After all, this heaven and earth are flourishing, and it is not too much to say that "all gods are in the world", and the divine power of a god is just like weaving an invisible web between heaven and earth, and the gods on the web are like spiders.

At this time, the personality and power of the gods themselves became the key to victory.

It's like Elistra facing her crazy but tough mother, who is almost omniscient, and most of the time can only sit back and watch the tragedy happen.

And there are limitations to this kind of thing, maybe it's the pious priest who gets a new divine art, maybe the heroic paladin gets a weapon blessed by the divine power, the icing on the cake is more than enough, and it's not enough to send charcoal in the snow.

As for the miracles that "turn the impossible into reality" in the general understanding, this ability to cause miracles, the demand for divine power is also extraordinarily large, except for those gods who are at the apex of the gods, ordinary gods really don't have the capital to squander their divine power.

A lonely goddess like Elistri, whether it is the elven land of Avatar or the deep pit magic net, there is no place for her, and it is much more difficult to cause miracles.

This is the limitation of the gods, and it is also the limitation of the existence of many divinities in this heaven and earth.

Xia Yuan Taiyijun smiled clearly, and then walked towards this corner of the chessboard: "Although there is no research on the way on the table, but this move, let me do it for you." ”

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Xia Yuan Taiyijun pointed out on the chessboard, and Solafien was hidden in the jade beads in the hidden pocket of the magic cloak, and the water vapor was born for no reason.

The jade beads were instantly as clear as dew, without a trace of stone catkins, Lingquan Tiantong stepped on the green qi, held the white jade pill bottle in his hand, picked up the purple mushroom in the bottle with one hand, and responded softly: "Obey the decree of the true monarch." ”

Lingquan Tiantong pursed his lips and blew lightly, and the crystal bead on the lid of the zhi instantly vaporized into smoke, fluttering, insignificant, and swept out of Soraphion's magic cloak, dispersing into a trace of water vapor that was imperceptible to the naked eye, crossing the boundary between the shadow plane and the main material realm. The water vapor drifted between Wallas's mouth and nose, quietly following the breath of the arachnidant, straight into the lungs, into the blood, and attached to the blood cells.

As the qi and blood flowed, this trace of spiritual spring dew and water vapor directly broke into Valas's brain.

Daomen has always regarded the brain palace as "the life cave of a hundred gods, the jade room of the soul spirit", the so-called "according to the life of the gods" of the soul of the general center, but also the human body and the human soul, the "form" and "god" are most closely combined.

However, the dew entered the body, went straight into the brain palace, and looked at the soul, what Xia Yuan Taiyijun saw with the help of Lingquan Tiantong's eyes, but it was a different scene!

In the consciousness of the Drow mage Varaz, there was only chaos left, and countless tiny spiders could be faintly seen, densely scattered throughout the sea of consciousness.

The bodies of these spiders were the heads of drow priestesses, moving on the long legs of eight spiders, climbing, web-building, and nesting in the spirit world of Vallas, as if they were preparing to occupy the magpie's nest.

And outside of these strange spider heads, a ring of moon hooks crossed the air from time to time, and pieces of hexagonal frost flowers were swayed in the silver white moonlight, and where the snow fell, a large group of spider heads receded like a tide.

However, in the blink of an eye, more spider heads swooped down on them again.

The spiders are like a tide, the moon hook is flying frost, and the two manifested in the mental image are the curse of the spider god queen and the constant anti-chaos circle of Valas.

That gradually fading moon hook, against the endless army of spider heads, it is conceivable that sooner or later Vallas will lose his last self, and his mind will be completely assimilated by the power of chaos, becoming another half-demon, half-drow monster who only knows how to kill.

The wisp of water vapor that dispersed into the sea of Hualas was condensed into a grain of spiritual spring dew, and the moment the dew manifested, the silk was fluttering, the green man was groaning, and the handsome boy with both ears like fins came out of the bottle.

In the space where the child is transformed, the air is clear, and the sea is transformed, the cold of the moon hook is unabated, the spider tide is boundless, and the boy holding the bottle descends on the dragon, and suddenly becomes a three-way confrontation!

The Lingquan Tiantong led by the dragon with a playful smile on his face, lightly flicked the ruler wood on the forehead of the green dragon with his bare feet, and suddenly the long body of the dragon was empty, tightly entangled the moon hook that kept wandering in it.

Whether it is the spider tide incarnated by the divine power of the spider queen, or the Lingquan Tiantong born from the distraction of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, they are essentially the projection of divine power in the spiritual world of Wallas. Although there is a distinction between good and evil, good and evil, in terms of its essence, the energy level is far beyond the upper limit that the mortal spirit can bear. If you really want to let the two sides fight, I am afraid that the broken world of consciousness of Vallas will be completely shattered.

And this round of bright moon, although it is the projection of Wallas's constant anti-chaos circle in the sea of consciousness in advance, but there is still a wisp of Wallas's soul hidden in the moon hook, and it is also the only remaining unyielding will and resistance courage of this Drow mage. If it weren't for that, the transformation process of the arachnid spirit would have been completed long ago, and it would no longer be as between sobriety and madness as it is now.

Qingqiu was carefully guarded, and Lingquan Tiantong sat cross-legged on the moon hook, rubbing his chin lightly with one hand, as if there should be a short beard there.

The curse of the Spider God Queen means an irresistible tragic fate for mortals. The priests who served the gods, who relied on the divine magic bestowed by the gods to become the scepters of the gods in the mortal world, were often powerless against the curse constructed by this divine power.

But in the eyes of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, the curse of the spider elf was nothing more than a transformation spell constructed by the lower cousin with the help of her two priesthoods, "spider" and "chaos". It is true that since this curse is completely constructed with divine power, whether it is "disarming the magic" or "removing the curse", these conventional means of solving the curse cannot interfere with the higher-level divine power factors at all.

But in the eyes of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, the structure of this curse is still too rough, and the first problem now is not to lift this curse, just make sure that these spider heads do not interfere with the next work.

Turning Zizhi lightly, the dew on the lid swirled, reflecting the moon hook projected by the anti-chaos magic array, and the cold light shone out, shrouding the entire space composed of the sea of knowledge under this silver moonlight.

The anti-chaos magic circle is a protective magic composed of elements on the order side of the magic net, but after the mapping and diffusion of the spiritual spring dew, it is naturally dyed with the color of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, and it has the magic of Xuanmen.

Between the clear light mapping of the Xuanmen, there is the power to subdue demons and suppress evil, and the divine power factor of the spider god queen bears the brunt.

However, the forces of good and evil clash with each other, and for the arachnoid elves, it is tantamount to a big brain concussion. Although Varas's only remaining Divine Soul Body was protected by the Spirit Spring Heavenly Child in advance, the concussions in the brain palace were still fed back to the body. The handsome face of the arachnid elf showed a painful and confused look, and his whole body trembled constantly, obviously suffering a lot of damage.

Such a change, first of all, can't hide from the Soul-absorbing Archon Surak, who has been watching this killing feast.

Surak's six purple tentacles raised slightly, and the invisible spiritual tentacles were about to reach into Valas's spiritual world, but before that, there were variables in the sea of consciousness!

In an inconspicuous corner of the sea of knowledge, it has been covered by frost crystals, and it looks nothing unusual, but it is like a mound of earth in an instant, and the frost is gone.

The small mound was illuminated by the clear light of the Xuanmen, and suddenly became a miserable howl, as if thousands of monsters were crying in unison, and there were many voices of men, women, and children, mixed together, and recited a prayer:

"Huh! The angry face, the slight reprimand, the root of life, the four greats, immediately destroyed. ”

"Wow, fierce and mighty, amorphous, mighty and fierce, the world is full of fierce laughter. ”

"Sharp teeth, bloody tongue like a hook, breathing bravely, like a poisonous snake, spewing violently. ”

"Huh! The father of evil, the one who is cut by death, who destroys the strong, who is now fierce, the king of killing. ”

"When you take refuge with reverence, and worship and praise, you will destroy all the enemies, and you will be rampant. ”

"Listen quietly and receive, love in the dark, such a supreme, the royal name Baal, the eternal prostration of the world. ”

"Om, all obstacles, the supreme one, catch the binding, the ambush kill, the fear, the killing, the disrasing, the cracking, the crushing, the breaking, the destruction, the shattering, the destruction, the destruction of the remnant!"

Listening to the specious chanting sound, Lingquan Tiantong flicked his tongue: "This method of Zen chanting is really familiar, no matter how you look at it, it has the characteristics of some octopus heads and asking the number of holy roads, don't hide your head and cover your face, get out of here!"

As soon as I drank it, the moonlight shrouded the mound, and suddenly the mound burst out, like a lotus blooming, and a black lotus, the color of which was like black gold, rose in a curling curl.

The black lotus bloomed, and there were thousands of lotus petals, and on each lotus petal, there was a shadowy human figure, or holding a sword, or playing with a dagger, or concocting poisonous juice, or arranging traps. Only the face, leaping like a flame, with only a long bloody tongue and a wide mouth like a beast, was their only common feature.

It is the last of the three evil gods known as the "Three Gods of Death" in this heaven and earth.

Barr, the king of murder.

Of course, it is not the true body of the murder king, except for the god of Yir Shenyin, the god of soul absorption, there is probably no god in this world who loves that specious set of Buddhist foreign Taoist questioning methods so much, and the murder king Baal will not use this standard Buddhist lotus mandala to show his divine might.

And the mandala was missing the most important part - although it repeated the praise of the King of Murder and evolved Baal's various faces, the old man of the Death Trio had no idea that the psionic monsters had created such an interesting thing.

In fact, this seemingly vivid mandala can be called "the mandala of the god of the murder king Baal", or directly as a statue of the god Baal shaped by the use of superb spiritual energy, or even as a secret treasure passed down from generation to generation by the priests of Baal, used to carry Baal's divine power and divinity.

But without Baal's divine power, no matter how exquisite the mandala is, it can only be regarded as a work of art, not to mention that it is deliberately hidden in the depths of the consciousness of a spider elf.

The seemingly meaningless but ritualistic massacre, the spider elf who was cursed by divine power but did not completely lose their minds, a psionic statue made according to the Buddhist mandala paradigm, what those octopus heads were planning is now clear.

They're performing a séance ritual, and the object of the séance isn't the spirit-absorbing god Il-Shin, but the murder god Baal, who has nothing to do with the mollusk race!

On the side of the huge chessboard that decided the fate of the Drow Elves, Shimoto Taiyi-kun asked Elistry, "As a god, does Baal also accept the sacrifices of the followers of other gods?"

Elistra nodded and replied, "The King of Murder accepts the sacrifices offered to him by all intelligent beings, and unlike my cruel mother, the act of murder itself can please him. ”

"Although the planning and execution of every murder is tantamount to demonstrating Barr's power. However, in my opinion, the King of Murder is the least outstanding of the three gods of death. ”

The dark girl shook her head lightly at someone's spicy assessment, her long ankle-length hair flowing like a silver stream: "The power of God comes from the world itself, and the wise gods know how to channel this power reasonably, and the foolish will eventually be lost in his power." As for Baal, he is not now a self-fulfilling deity, but a false personality added to the concept of 'murder'. ”

In other words, Baal, who had successfully ascended to the throne of God, had gradually dissolved his own existence on the throne of the King of Murder in the process of "fighting between heaven and man". When the personality of the god of murder completely disappears, ending this state of "half personality and half law", it means the complete fall of the god of murder, Baal.

The sad end of this evil god is naturally not within the scope of Xia Yuan Taiyijun's concern, but from Elise Cui's words, only one meaning can be heard-

For example, the black tyrant Bane, who is bound to take revenge, and Rose, the spider-god who takes pleasure in weaving tricks and creating chaos, are extremely difficult conspirators to deal with. And Baal, who basically only has a virtual personality left, is obviously the softest persimmon among the many evil gods. If it weren't for the fact that there was still some cooperative relationship between the three gods of death, the black tyrant Bane and the king of the dead, Mirko, occasionally took care of it, I am afraid that the throne of the god of murder would have changed its lord long ago.

Therefore, even this weird four-like séance ritual designed by the spirit-absorbing monsters also singled out this murder king.

In that case, then why bother to cheapen these octopus heads?

Xia Yuan Taiyijun must have thought in his heart, and Lingquan Tiantong's delicate and fair-skinned bare feet stepped on the top of the head of the Baal god statue entrenched in the highest place of the black lotus mandala.

Where the moon shines, the frost crystal is like a pillar, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Black Lotus Mandala is frozen inside!

To tell the truth, whether it is the Chaos Curse from the Deep Pit Demon Net, or the Spirit Sucking Monster using the spiritual energy to construct a spiritual mandala, or the Spirit Spring Heavenly Child who directly broke through the empty door, for the Divine Soul of Valas, they are all out-and-out outsiders, and the damage to the Divine Soul is not small, and the burden on the Brain Palace is even more serious.

It's just that between the thoughts, such a fierce conflict, for those ordinary people who are not very strong-willed, they are afraid that they will be tossed into an idiot in an instant. Only a powerful spellcaster like Valas, who had been tormented by the curse of the arachnoid elves and barely retained a part of his sanity, could endure such torture.

But for Varas, this is also the limit, the crisis of the brain makes the body directly judge, the face of the spider elf is like a spring of cold sweat, and the pupils are about to faint completely.

Surak, who had been observing this killing sacrifice, as the most powerful psionic monster in the City of the Recluses, and the leader of the Learned Sect who was most willing to gather knowledge, certainly understood that living beings have limits to their suffering. However, the reaction of his experimental subject did not seem to come from physical pain alone, but had the characteristics of being affected by powerful psionic energy.

Most of the Psics in the City of the Hermit are forbidden to come to this experimental site, and the few Psics who have permission to enter here are all Surak's diehards and assistants, so who is it-

Just as wizards always believe in arcane omnipotence, Psisuckers have an almost blind confidence in the psionic magic they do best.

Because the experiment is so special, whether it is the curse of the spider queen that is raging and the Baal divinity that is about to descend, the power from the essence of the gods is also a big threat to a psionic magic master like Surak.

Surak's spiritual tentacles immediately stretched out, snapping towards Varath. However, at the moment of spiritual connection, a chill that could freeze the soul leaked out of Valas's divine soul, and it strangled Surak's spiritual power to the death-

"Octopus head, I'm going to borrow your psionic energy!"

(End of chapter)