Coerced by an unknown force, the wizard could only watch as Kelburn Black Staff's body was sent into the astral plane, flying towards the heart of the spell at a rapid speed.

When the suffocating feeling of oppression had completely subsided, it was too late for him to stop it, and the tired gods retreated into the depths of the kingdom of God, and Penny looked at the place where the Calburn Black Rod had disappeared, and a chill ran through his heart.

Teramante Tanshur smiled and activated the teleportation spell, leading the wizard on the path to the heart of the spell, and on the way, the stiff muscles on Penny's face relaxed slightly and he was able to speak:

"What exactly?"

"What?" Terramante was puzzled by Penny's thoughtless inquiry.

"The thing that was sent into the Heart of the Spell was no Kelburn's Black Staff. Penny let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, are you ready to bear the wrath of the gods by doing this?"

"Furious?" Terramante chuckled, "Once the magic net collapses, they will soon be too busy to take care of themselves, what about you, little one, don't you want to save Ally?"

"I'm just frustrated...... Penny sighed, even if he was sluggish, he knew that Tyramante had succeeded in sending 'that thing' into the Heart of Spells, signaling that Mystra's end was inevitable—that great power, if not to stop the Corruption, but to create a catastrophe like a big explosion in the Heart of Spells, it was a question of whether Mystra would survive.

Even if she survives, it will be difficult to stop Shar's onslaught.

"How many people will die...... his heart twitched, although he didn't have much hope in the first place, but seeing this great disaster become a reality before his eyes, he couldn't help but think about the possible consequences of it.

After contemplating the panorama of the World Tree, Penny knew the consequences of the collapse of the magic web - all planes above and below the World Tree would be shocked by the Source Sea, and the magnitude of this disaster would far exceed the destruction of Nesser.

At that time, there was no magic net, the goddess of magic's control of the source sea was still very rough, and her fall would not have too much impact, and the disasters at that time were more from the misdeeds of Karthas, and the influence did not even spread out of the main material realm.

Now it's different.

"Ally......" Penny said her name in her heart, not to save all the lives in this world, but at least to save the people he valued.

"I told you that if you want to save Ary, come with me. Teramante smiled, and now Penny could read the smile on the face of the Lord of the Shadows.

The smile on this handsome face has no warmth to make people feel incomprehensible.

"Your Majesty, what exactly do you want?" Penny didn't want to play the pantome anymore, admitting that he was too young for the prehistoric Grand Arcanist.

"What do I want? What do I want......" Teramant's eyes briefly showed a blank glow, and he muttered to himself in distraction, then shook his head, "I just want freedom, the freedom of our time, the freedom of the Arcanist of Nesser, child." ”

"So you're going to destroy the net, kill Mystra?" the reason made Penny feel irrefutable and unusually surprised, "You're almost done, what else do you want me to do for you?"

"Of course you have to help me. A strange smile resurfaced on Teramante's face: "It's not completely free yet, at least, the Shadow Demon Network is still in the hands of His Majesty Shar......"

"Your Majesty, you are a madman. Penny smiled wryly.

Plotting the assassination of two gods at the same time as a mortal, and having successfully directed one of them, this kind of madness is no less than that of Sazastan.

"Listen, I'm now in the shadow plane, and you go and wait outside the Heart of Spells. Teramante whispered a blasphemous plan, "At that point, you'll be the only one who can stop Shar......"

"I—why?"

"The Key of Isil Aaron, don't think I'm a lonely one. Teramant looked up to the sky: "I've seen it once." ”

Penny kept his mouth shut.

"The web must have collapsed by then...... Hehe...... "Teramante laughed twice: "...... If my prediction is correct, Shar must be absorbing the remnants of the demonic net, you know what to do, that is also your only chance to rescue Alexia, under that level of source power turmoil, no god can exert power, let alone in the strange realm of the gods......"

After Teramante finished speaking, he disappeared, Penny took a deep breath, and the astral vascular in front of him gradually widened, and then countless entwined magic nets and shadow demon nets could be seen, and in the distance was a huge ball of light - the light was bright, but not dazzling, and between the flow of brilliance, the most primitive power in the world was rushing and surging in it.

It's just that the outer layer of black fog makes it look a little dull.

This is the heart of the incantation, the center of the web.

The wizard lowered his eyebrows and gripped the key of Isil Aaron, concealing his form while trying to enter the heart of the spell directly.

He had to at least see the beginning and end of this war.

......

The main material realm.

The floating city staggered from the sky and landed on the ground, and the bottom of the peak-like sky island touched the ground, and suddenly there was a loud sound like an earthquake, and the upper layer of the huge island collapsed into several parts, and the huge rocks mixed with sand continued to fall, splashing overwhelming sand and dust on the dusty ground.

The city of the Shadows had long since become a hell, and the struggling Shadows and the coalition forces that had invaded the city struggled to find a foothold on the crumbling islands—many of whom had already been buried alive in the depths of the ground, and many hands were clinging to the cracks in the broken rocks, struggling and screaming to climb up.

Eleven Shadow Princes watched all this with grief and indignation in their hearts, and Hajhorna, who had not appeared for a long time, floated on the other side, facing the leaders of the Silvermoon Alliance.

Behind them, thousands of Yin Soul people floated in the air with levitation techniques or scrolls, helplessly and sadly watching the fall of their homeland, silent sorrow permeating the shattered canopy of shadows, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's time for a truce. With a smile on his face, Hajhorna faced the iron-faced Leila Silverhand: "There is no point in going on. ”

"Meaningless?" Leila Silverhand repeated the phrase with a slight increase in her tone, "Well, pointless, you damn greyskins, what good has Shar done you, and look at the loss of your lair." ”

Her words sounded unclean, and the anger in them could be felt without careful listening, anger at the bitterness of the war turned meaningless, and anger at painstaking preparation turned into a futile exercise.

"Shut up, woman, your strength is not worth mentioning right now. Hajhorner looked up at the sky, the shadows had long since shattered with the crash of the city, but the darkness in the sky continued unabated: "Your goddess is almost finished, save some energy and go back to prepare a will." ”

"You ......" Leila Silverhand gritted her teeth angrily, but despite the tens of thousands of troops behind her, the will to fight had begun to weaken after the shock of the floating city falling to the ground.

The ever-spreading darkness in the sky also made it difficult to lift up the strength, and the Shadow Man didn't seem to have any fighting spirit, and for a while Lyra did understand that the meaningless war was coming to an end.

She looked at the sky with some despair, the war had already moved out of her reach, and there was nothing she could do at this moment.

Bang!

A thunderous bang swept across the sky of all Faeron, and for a moment it shook the eardrums of all Faeron people, and they looked up at the sky to find that the originally clear sky was quickly replaced by an oppressive darkness.

The end of the world!

I don't know who shouted, and the people around them jumped around.

Fina huddled in her mother's arms with her kitten in her arms, curled up in a ball.

"Penny......" Mrs. Dan Rington sighed when she heard her daughter's whispered murmur, and reluctantly wiped away Fina's tears with her cold hands.

The harbor of Starcurtain City has long been silent.

After the initial hustle and bustle, all the people put down their work, returned home, and began to pray with their families.

It is not known how long this prayer will last, either until the darkness recedes, or until the last light is gone.

Lannie stood in the garden behind the Silvermoon Mansion with her daughter in her arms, looking up at the pitch-black sky, her expression heavy, Nephes biting her fingers and leaning against her, her body trembling and looking at the sky as well.

The bard in the tavern stopped singing, and only played the lowest tone with the lyre, perhaps in an attempt to bring people to sleep.

In the palace of Silvermoon City, Erastro Silverhand next to the rune magic array opened his eyes, and the vision in front of him suddenly became no longer clear, and all the ** masters on the left and right saw that the elector's hair was quickly withering and decaying, and his bright face was rapidly aging, and his tall and plump body became rickety and thin, and finally fell to the ground obliquely with two dry coughs.

The wizards stood up, saluted Lady Silvermoon's body in silence, and turned out of the hall with a sad look on their faces.

The sensed vibrations of the source force told them that death could come at any time.

"Mother Goddess...... cough, cough ......" Layla's silver hand was facing the sky, her aging eyes in a daze, until she coughed twice and fell from the sky into a huge pile of rubble that had once been known as the City of Shadows.

A wave of turmoil occurred in the Silvermoon Alliance, spreading farther and farther.

"Hajhorna!" said Desud Tanshur, who suddenly turned to the prince's hand and rebuked in a stern tone, "tell me what your father is up to?"

"How do I know?" the prince's hand shrugged, looking at the people of the Ghost City who were still struggling in the ruins with grief-stricken eyes, "Anyway, it's none of our business, let's save people first." ”

......

The moment Penny entered the Heart of the Spell, he heard a burst of laughter that shook his body.

Crimson light swirled through the heart of the incantation, and with that maniacal laugh, Penny's instincts told him that Mistra had been killed.

The powerful god who once held the authority of the source sea of Torel for thousands of years, the godhead came to an end.

At the same time, he felt that the Heart of the Spell was collapsing rapidly, and countless dark shadows were burrowing through the cracks in the shell of the Heart of the Spell, causing Penny to feel a chill in his heart, and he quickly retreated again.

As he exited, he saw another black figure retreating: a young man with an evil appearance.

A deity who barely hides his madness and wickedness.

Penny felt the familiar feeling, the presence that threatened him in the temple of Shanny.

The Gloomy Syric.

Now Penny knows who he is.

The key is not with him now, most likely it has been returned to Shar.

He frowned and stared at this powerful divine power for a moment, then came to a conclusion.

He looked back at the heart of the incantation, and he was going to go in anyway, but it would take a moment.

(To be continued)