Chapter 560: Changes in the Eno Oak Desert (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)


Chapter 560: Changes in the Desert of Enoch (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)

For any devil, promotion and change in form are undoubtedly time-consuming things.

Even if you are promoted from a low-level lemure to a little devil, it will take at least about three hours.

As for more advanced forms, it can take more than ten hours.

So for a fallen soul like Irenicus that attracts extra attention from the will of the plane, and is even destined to become a single form of great devil, the transformation process must take more than twenty hours.

Especially the source of sin and hatred formed after the divine spark is extinguished, like a hungry beast that is crazily devouring the nutrients given to it by the entire hell plane.

Including not only the huge sacred energy obtained by squeezing souls, but also the larvae transformed into countless mortal souls after death in the hatching pit.

Normally, these larvae should have hatched into cannon fodder at the bottom of the ecological chain - lemures.

But now they have all become part of the body of a big devil who is about to be born.

Through the spherical shell formed by the hot magma, countless larvae inside are exploding one after another, turning into lumps of viscous "tomato sauce" under the influence of some powerful force. Together, they are continuously squeezed and solidified in a very precise way, and finally form a roughly human-shaped body.

First the bones, then the internal organs, blood circulation system and muscles...

Different from the chaotic, completely random evolution of the abyss demons, which is shaped into whatever they want, the body shaping process of the demons From beginning to end, it presents the orderly beauty of an industrial assembly line.

Although every kind of devil, especially high-level devils, will often be greatly strengthened in all aspects.

But whether it is a hell fiend or the lowest level lemure, there is not much difference in its inner nature.

This is why the former can use the ability of [Devil Shaping] to transform the latter into a more advanced devil form at will as a material.

For example, twenty lemures can be transformed into two bone devils or three barb devils.

When necessary, they can even use twenty lemures to create another pit fiend.

But considering that this is equivalent to adding a potential competitor of the same level to itself, it is impossible for the Hell Fiend to do this unless he encounters a critical moment of last resort.

This kind of homogeneity gives the Devil Legion a great flexibility advantage. It can transform the huge and bloated low-level Devil Legion into a small number of high-level elites at any time, and then complete a series of tasks that are difficult to achieve in the eyes of the outside world. Confident tactical coordination.

And the conversion speed is very fast, often only taking one minute to complete.

The only drawback is that this transformation is irreversible.

Even the Hell Fiends or higher-level Great Devils cannot turn the temporarily transformed Bone Demons and Hook Demons back into their original number of Lemurs.

Of course, there is no need to change back.

After all, the number of lemures is equal to the number of mortal souls that have fallen into hell, so it is not easy to replenish them.

The real problem that needs to be solved is how to arrange corresponding positions for these transformed intermediate and even high-level devils to ensure that the strict hierarchy among the devils and the absolute order within hell will not be shaken at all.

However, these problems above do not exist at the ninth level of Zuo Si's rule.

Because anyone who is considered a threat will soon be "interviewed" by the succubus Queen Mecanshut, which is actually throwing them into a pool of sparkling oil to take a bath.

When it comes out, both thoughts and consciousness will undergo a 180-degree turn.

Since all threats have been nipped in the bud, the political struggles and intrigues on the ninth level are far less intense than those on other levels, and the lawful tendencies are directly maximized.

On the contrary, it has an evil tendency, which seems slightly inadequate to a layman.

Several lords and devil dukes even criticized Zuo Si's ruling method and the ridiculous election method in the huge cyberpunk city, feeling that it was neither "hell" nor "devil".

But Asmodeus knew very well what amazing benefits that city could bring every month.

The number of soul prisms obtained through trade alone is as high as millions or even tens of millions.

Not to mention that there are a large number of mortals who are lost in the wonderful feeling of feasting and freeing their inner desires, until they are willing to sign a contract to sell their souls in exchange for more money. Maintain your current life.

This kind of environment where people are constantly sinking and falling while enjoying happiness is far more effective than the original methods of threatening, intimidating, bewitching, and luring.

Moreover, Asmodeus also noticed that in such a materially rich society, the human spirit is more likely to be empty and lonely, and the faith and awe of the gods are constantly decreasing.

Even many guys who have huge wealth and power can’t help but have a strong desire to break taboos and even blaspheme.

Many women and men in secret gatherings will also dress themselves up as the most commonly used incarnation of a certain god, and then do some unsightly behavior in groups.

In the eyes of the Lord of Hell, only the dark soul formed by self-destruction can exude the most charming fragrance and squeeze out more energy.

According to this line of thinking and logic, wouldn’t it be true that the richer and more developed the material world is, the easier it is for mortal souls to become corrupted?

In fact, he has privately carried out similar experiments in a world controlled by the devil, hoping to prove whether this method is universal and has the value of large-scale promotion.

If the results are as expected, then the devils will begin to significantly adjust their strategies to help those poor and backward worlds become rich.

Then he wields the sickle to harvest the souls of mortals in waves, just like farmers planting crops and herdsmen herding livestock.

As for the consumption of money and material things, the devils don’t care.

While waiting, Asmodeus asked Zuo Si about the future development and planning of the cyberpunk city. By the way, he also exchanged ideas on how to better inspire the evil and evil in human nature. Techniques for greed, selfishness, indulgence, and how to squeeze those cunning subordinates into doing more work.

Viconia on the side was sweating profusely after hearing this. Even her original strong sense of hunger disappeared, leaving only deep fear and awe.

Although during the chat, these two big devils, who stood at the top of the pyramid of power and power in Baator Hell, maintained elegant manners and kind smiles from beginning to end.

But the content of the conversation made her, a dark elf who was regarded by other races as evil comparable to demons, feel horrified.

Especially the contrast that cannot be described in words is more frightening than the madness, bloodthirsty and violence of the Spider Goddess Rose.

After all, the evil of the latter can be easily felt.

But the former disguises himself as a traditional "good guy" in the eyes of mortals, and induces him to fall into hell step by step while enjoying happiness.

Similarly, Viconia also discovered that the state of the huge cyberpunk city is actually a super-enhanced version of the West Coast Empire.

More abundant material conditions!

More variety of entertainment enjoyment!

There are also countless temptations everywhere!

Even if she, who knew the truth, were allowed to live in such an environment for a long time, she would probably not be much different from those residents who had already sunk.

After all, if you have to choose between happiness, dullness, and pain, anyone with a sound mind will choose the first one.

Because that is the most primitive instinct engraved in genes.

Just when Viconia's brain began to overload, a violent vibration suddenly came from the incubation pit that was originally covered by magma.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The entire hatching pit was like a volcano erupting, sprinkling a large amount of liquid mixed with sticky flesh and blood into the air.

Countless human-like things appeared out of thin air on the walls inside the hatching pit, and opened their mouths to let out ear-piercing screams.

With the scream, a humanoid creature that was more than three meters tall and extremely emaciated finally slowly flew out from the bottom of the pit.

He possesses devil-standard giant bat wings, a poisonous underturned tail, and his hands and feet all turn into sharp claws, but there are no horns on his head.

In other words, there is no head at all, just a black hole in a vortex that keeps spinning under the leather hood, as if it leads to a void of different dimensions.

There is no doubt that this faceless devil is the completely transformed Irenikas.

“Ah! It seems that the surprise has finally been revealed.

Congratulations, my young friend, you have another capable general under your command.

But before that , I’m afraid you still have to solve a small problem.”

Asmodeus looked at Irenikas's blank face and smiled playfully.

As expected.

At this moment, the latter is obviously in a very delicate state.

The first thing he did when he landed on the ground was to open his mouth and ask in a tone without any fluctuation: "Who am I? Why can't I see anything or feel anything?"

“What’s going on?”

Zuo Si obviously showed a very confused expression.

If this situation happened to the devil in the bottomless abyss, he would not feel any strange feeling at all.

After all, anything can happen in that chaotic place.

But the problem is that hell belongs to the plane of order, and normally it is absolutely impossible for accidents to happen.

Asmodeus replied without thinking: "As the soul holder, you should know best what happened to him, right?

Now this devil transformed from a lost soul needs a new identity to redefine himself.

And you are the only master who can give him this definition.

Whether it is a fragment of memory or something that has been cherished and used.

In short, you have to pay something to get this capable subordinate.

Now that the answer to the mystery has been revealed, I can go back with confidence.

If you have the chance, remember to get more of these super-high-quality souls in the future.

They can greatly enhance the power of the entire plane. ”

After saying that, the Lord of Hell disappeared and teleported away.

Because he had already seen this unique form of the great devil transformed from a quasi-god, and he also knew The power that the other party gained from extinguishing the divine spark

“Something that was once cherished and used? ”

Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly remembered the face that he had seemingly torn off from Irenekas's face when he was having a breakup, and hurriedly dug it out.

[Mask of Irenikas]

Add one to level nine spell slots

Provide the wearer with a permanent acceleration effect

Intelligence attribute plus five

Spell resistance is increased by 20%

There is a 10% probability that after successfully releasing a spell, the metamagic skill - Spell Twins will be triggered, turning the original spell into two identical spells instantly

This mask is exclusive to Irenikas, and no one else equipped with it can obtain the powerful magical power contained in it.

The moment this mask like a human face appeared, the big devil standing motionless not far away seemed to have noticed something, and immediately stepped over and slowly stretched out his skinny claws.

“Give it to me, give it to me, I can feel that it belongs to me.”

"Why don't you just grab it?"

Zuo Si stared with interest at the opponent's face, which was as empty as a whirlpool black hole.

Erenikas was silent for a moment and replied: "I can't do this. Because I need to be given and redefined, and this is something only you can do."

" So I am your master, right?" Zuo Si continued to test.

"Yes. The moment you handed the mask to me, you gained absolute control over me. This is a clearly stipulated term in the contract, and I cannot violate it at all."

After saying that, the devil Irenikas stopped making any sound and just waited for the result without saying a word.

Zuo Si is quite confident about the binding force of hell's rules.

After all, in the original contract, the devil was clearly granted the right to legally obtain souls at will.

So he handed over the mask directly.

As a result, the moment Irenekas got the mask, he suddenly became extremely excited and excited. He started yelling like a madman, and then put the mask on his own face. The face of a swirling black hole.

moment!

The mask, which was originally just a layer of dead skin, was quickly injected with life force and perfectly integrated with the head and neck. It looked the same as before.

But the weird thing is that although his face looks like an elf, the rest of his body is already a complete devil.

At first glance it seems very scary and incongruous.

In addition, after putting on the mask, Irenekas finally had a significant emotional change, no longer as cold as a machine.

"I remember!

I remember it all!

I once had two names, Jonares and Joan Irenekas.

They represent two completely different stages of life.

And now I was transformed into a devil because of the contract I signed.”

"You can actually recall the memories from when you were a mortal?"

Zuo Si was obviously surprised.

Because the soul goes to the outer plane to reincarnate after the death of the body, it is theoretically impossible to retain complete memories.

Whether it is in the hell and abyss of evil tendencies, or in the heaven mountains and paradise of good tendencies.

Generally speaking, it is extraordinary for a soul to retain a small fragment of memories from its mortal period.

Orcus, one of the three giants of the abyss, relied on the weak advantage brought by his fragmentary memory as a necromancer in his lifetime to kill other competitors, and slowly climbed from a larva to his current position.

Erenikas raised his paw and gently touched the extremely uncoordinated face, and said in a nostalgic tone: "No, this is not a recall or a memory, but through Once I lose my face, I will forget everything in an instant."

"That's it! This is the true meaning of being given and redefined..."

Zuo Si immediately said. Understand the current state of Irenikas and the abilities he possesses as a unique form of great devil.

When this guy doesn't have a mask, he's like a robot without any personality or thinking, and only acts based on underlying logic.

The mask is like a software system that can give it personality and thinking.

When given the mask of Irenikas, he will turn into the powerful elf high mage;

But if it is replaced by a mask made from the face of a powerful warrior, then this The guy will also acquire the personality and mindset of a warrior.

The most important thing is that this ability will be superimposed with the big devil's own basic ability.

So the swirling black hole face of Irenicas actually reflects his heart that continues to sink and degenerate until he completely loses himself.

I have to say, this state is really interesting.

Even compared to Farrow, the ace spy who can split his personality infinitely, and Isadora, who has a large number of clones of herself and is annexing each other, they are obviously much heavier.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't have much time to conduct various experiments at the moment. After making it into a planeswalker card, he returned with Viconia, who was half-starved to death. The mage tower.

......

At the same time, far away on the edge of Aenook, the largest desert in the north of Faerûn, a huge floating city floated above the clouds.

Ovo, the great arcanist left over from the Netheril era, is commanding a group of mages, warlocks, apprentices and constructs, constantly expanding around the center where the Mythra Core is placed.

Most of the buildings near the center have been completed.

Although it looks a bit empty due to the lack of enough residents, it does not prevent everyone involved from feeling excited and full of expectations.

After all, for most spellcasters in Faerûn, Netheril represents the pinnacle of human magical civilization to a certain extent, and is the golden age that countless mages yearn for.

Although Netheril is still far from the magical power of the elves at their peak.

The floating city is one of the most iconic and recognizable things of this era.

It is equivalent to a flag. When it is raised again, it will inevitably attract many people to join it. Ovo personally named the floating city "Revival" after discussing with Zuo Si, and firmly believed that this was the starting point for Netheril's reappearance.

The time and energy he spent on the floating city was almost several times or even more than ten times more than the Kadarin magic stone veins that Zuo Si considered more important.

Of course, the Grand Arcanist did not relax his vigilance about this important mine, but used magical power to build a solid stone fortress above the mine.

Not only did he put one of his descendants in charge, but he also stuffed more than two thousand undead creatures inside to ensure safety.

Several desert tribes who wanted to plunder were driven out by the undead army that swarmed out before they even got close to the city wall.

Even his body and soul after death were transformed into one of them.

Knowing the situation of this land that was once under the rule of Netheril, Ovo never thought that those seemingly tough desert tribes and bandits would be a threat.

What he is really worried about is the enemies who are hidden and invisible.

In particular, several recent reports have shown that there are many very suspicious people appearing near the surrounding desert oases, asking locals about the situation in the Eno Oak Desert.

Thinking of this, the Grand Arcanist looked away from the noisy construction site, turned around and asked the assistant next to him: "Have the men we sent out not yet caught the tail of these suspicious targets? "

"Sorry, Master, there is no good news yet.

The other party seems to be very alert and will immediately choose to run away if something is wrong.

And. According to the description of the mage involved in the hunt, the target will completely disappear after escaping into the shadows, and is suspected of having the ability to travel between the real world and the shadow world.”

The Lich hurriedly told what he knew.

It is not difficult to see from his respectful attitude that he actually respects and admires this "old-timer".

After all, Ovo's attainments in necromancy can be said to be at the pinnacle, and a few words of advice can be used by other necromancers for life.

"Escape into the shadows? Can you travel between the real world and the shadow world?" Owo was slightly stunned for a moment, then quickly frowned. "It's a bit strange, this is not good news."

The Lich asked very puzzledly: "Aren't they just a few suspicious casters using the Shadow Magic Network, do you need to be so nervous?"


Owo explained with a gloomy face: "Of course it's not worth being nervous if there are just one or two.

But the problem is that there are too many of these guys.

And have you noticed, the number of times they appear? The largest area is actually the thirsty sandbar north of the Scimitar Peak Mountains.

This is almost the largest basin in the entire desert.

If someone wants to create a huge basin through magic. lakes and areas suitable for farming, then it is undoubtedly the best choice.”

As he spoke, the Grand Arcanist used magic to create a map made of illusions out of thin air, and marked the location of the "Thirsty Sandbank" on it.

It can be easily seen from the map that wrapped in the scimitar-shaped mountains in the southern part of the great desert, there is a huge basin with a small blue pattern representing water in the center.

During Netheril's most glorious period, this place was one of the most important granaries of the entire civilization, and that small, almost invisible blue dot was once a lake with abundant water resources.

But now, with the collapse of the environment, this lake has changed from a freshwater lake to a very small saltwater lake under the evaporation of the sun day after day, and it is surrounded by patches of saline-alkali zones.

Several stronger tribes occupied the salt water lake and exchanged daily necessities with passing merchants or other tribes by collecting salt.

It can be said that the Thirst Sandbank is the only place in the largest desert in Faerûn that is still barely suitable for human survival.

If Zuo Si saw the mark on the map, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this so-called "Thirsty Sandbank" is the "Shadow Sea" that will be occupied and transformed by Ghost City in the future.

"You mean... the Shadow Weave caster we found may be from the floating city that hid in the Shadow Realm? They are inquiring about the situation in the Eno Oak Desert to prepare for the upcoming return Prepare?"

The Lich finally reacted, his tone filled with shock and disbelief.

After all, this floating city has disappeared from people’s sight for too long. Many historians and scholars have begun to speculate that the residents inside may have been killed by the terrifying undead creatures in the shadow plane. Die and become a monster.

Owo nodded lightly: "Yes.

After all, ordinary shadow creatures will not immediately choose to turn around and run away after encountering a living person.

But they will be unable to suppress it. Attacking is driven by hatred.

Being able to escape means being smart and rational.

I suspect that Telamant Tanshur is most likely entering the shadow plane. When I was young, I made a deal with an evil and dark goddess.

Those suspicious objects using the Shadow Weave may be the result of the transaction.

Otherwise, any normal arcane spell caster would not easily give up using the magic web woven by the goddess of magic and choose to embrace the shadow magic web with huge flaws and loopholes. ”

“Oh my God! If this is true, then aren't we facing a huge threat that has accumulated power in the shadow plane for thousands of years? "

There was a hint of nervousness in the Lich's voice.

After all, counting the time, if the Lord of the Ghost City, Telamante Tanshur, was still alive, there would be at least two thousand by now. Over eight hundred years old.

The floating city has entered the shadow plane for more than 1,700 years.

According to the law that the longer a mage lives, the more powerful he becomes, no one knows what incredible magical power this supreme city lord has now mastered.

But Ovo said with disdain and sarcasm: "What are you afraid of!

Telamante Tanshur is just a waste who has forgotten the glory of Netheril and bowed to the gods. That’s all.

If he has a floating city, why don’t we?

Take a good look at what you are stepping on now?

What's more, behind us is the support of a huge empire with a vast territory, strong military power, and the ability to continuously cultivate mages. ”

While speaking, Ovo directly sent the message to Zuo Si, who was thousands of kilometers away through communication magic.

On the other side, the City of Shadows floating in the shadow plane In the central hall.

As the supreme leader, Telamant Tanshur is sitting on his throne, listening to the news reported by his most trusted and capable subordinate, Hajhorna. < br>


Standing around him were ten men of widely different ages, but who were obviously related by blood.

You don’t need to ask to know that these male members are the sons of the Supreme City Lord, and they are also known as the "Princes of Shadows".

Among them, Revalan Tanshur, the eldest son and the elector of Shar, is staring at the back of Hajhorna with very cold and hostile eyes.

He was obviously very jealous that this outsider could gain so much trust and importance from his father, and even had a higher political status than himself.

But Hajhorna seemed to have seen nothing about this, and continued to explain the information compiled and compiled in the most concise way.

Because the position he currently holds is actually equivalent to the Prime Minister who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people.

As long as Telamant still trusts him as always, it doesn't matter how much trouble the other Gintama princes make.

“According to the reports of the spies sent out, there are not many valuable things at all in the ruins of the Netheril Empire except for the sky full of yellow sand and the completely degraded barbarians.

If you want to rebuild Netheril on this land, the only place you can use is a basin called Thirst Sandbank.

As long as you create a huge freshwater lake through magic, then. Thousands of square kilometers of surrounding land would become suitable for farming and support a population

In addition, there is a kingdom called Cormyr in the south of the desert. It is not only rich in land but also has a large population. It is a very good target to conquer.

As long as we occupy the country, we can continue to expand northeastward and annex areas such as Sambia and the Valley.

One of the latter is in a civil war, and the other has been in a state of division for a long time. It is impossible to withstand our fierce attack..."

Just as Hajhorna pointed to the map that had just been drawn. While he was talking endlessly about his plans, a ghost prince, Yada Tanshur, stood up and questioned: "Why choose the Kingdom of Cormyr, Sembia and the Valley?

From a geographical point of view, aren't Northland, West Hartland and the Dragon Coast better targets?

And once we gain access to the sea, we can quickly build a powerful navy. "

Hajhorna turned around and glanced at the prince who, like Revalan, supported Shar Church's leadership of the City of Shadows, and replied very simply: "Of course it is because of the West Coast Empire.

Those places you just mentioned are either already part of the territory of this powerful empire, or are territories that are about to be annexed.

So any form of invasion may mean a tragic war.

Moreover, the opponent has a considerable number of spellcasters with high levels. The emperor himself is the chosen one of the goddess of magic, a legendary mage and priest.

As a plan maker, I don't think it's a wise choice to face such a powerful enemy at the beginning. "

"Tell me more about this west coast empire and that emperor. I would love to know more details about them. ”

Telamante, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly knocked on the armrest of the seat.

Seeing his father speak, Yada did not dare to continue to pester him, and immediately bowed and said to him. He took two steps back.

A hint of imperceptible mockery flashed in Hajhorna's eyes. Then he took out a few pages of paper filled with fine writing, cleared his throat and read aloud: "The West Coast Empire is It is pieced together from the original Kalimshan, Tethyr, Amn and the vast land from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon Coast, and overall inherits the territory of the heyday of the Sharn Dynasty.

It was established for a very short time and gained the legitimacy of its rule through a marriage.

The founder and current emperor-Thos is the chosen one of the goddess of magic and the goddess of poison and disease, and also claims to be a planeswalker.

There are too many experiences and rumors about him, and 90% of them cannot be confirmed to be true or false at the moment.

So I have listed them all according to the timeline. You should read it yourself.

I can only say that if half of this is true, we'd better never provoke him. ”

After saying that, Hajhorna took out two pieces of paper and handed them to the indifferent figure on the throne, without any expression or emotion.

Telamante took it and scanned the above content at a very fast speed. Finally, there was a hint of movement in his dark and deep eyes, and asked directly: "Are you sure these are things that mortals can participate in and do?" Arrive? "

"I don't know very well

But considering that all these times happened very close to now, the credibility should be very high. Because of this, I think it is wise to avoid direct conflict with the West Coast Empire as much as possible

After all, the continent of Faerun is very vast, and there are countless lands in the east for us to conquer and develop.

There is no need to go to war with another powerful empire and risk heavy losses. ”

Hajhorna completely ignored the hostile eyes of several Gintama princes who believed in Shar, and gave his advice seriously.

It is not difficult to see from these words. , he has no interest in the Church of the Night Goddess at all, but is completely loyal to the Supreme City Lord.

Telamante narrowed his eyes and stared at the map, seeming to be thinking and weighing the gains and losses.


Although he, like other ghost princes, has long inhaled negative energy and transformed himself into a ghost form in order to extend his life, he does not completely trust Shar in his heart.

To be precise, there are even some precautions in the secret.

This can be seen from the fact that he reused Hajhorna to suppress his eldest son Revalan.

You must know that everyone who can become a great arcanist in the Netheril era is an out-and-out top genius.

Coupled with the general belief among great arcanists at that time that gods were just stronger arcanists, they were often very arrogant in their hearts.

Although Telamante surrendered to Shar on the surface, only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Father, I think there is no need for you to be afraid of this newly established West Coast Empire and its rulers. Because the great goddess has given her blessing and given us a secret weapon that is enough to fight against it. "

As he spoke, Revalan took out a black box studded with runes from his arms and carefully handed it to his father.

"This is..."

Telamante did not reach out to pick it up immediately, but stared at the eldest son with slightly wary and doubtful eyes.

He knew very well that these sons were secretly planning to kill him and replace him.

The reason why no one has taken any actual action yet is just a delicate balance formed by mutual restraint.

Once the balance is broken, the eldest son in front of him, who has already become Shar's chosen one, will definitely be very happy to be the first to perform a fatherly act of filial piety, and then dedicate the City of Shadows to his goddess as a gift.

"This is a gift! A gift from the great goddess! With it, we in Shade City can defeat all enemies and restore the glory of the Netheril era."

When saying these words, Revalan's tone was extremely excited and fanatical, and his eyes revealed infinite piety for his faith.

Seeing this scene, Telamante frowned subconsciously, but didn't say anything more. He just reached out and took the box.

Because letting his eldest son believe in Shar was one of the deals he made with the goddess.

The original intention is to hope that Revalan can resist the temptation, stick to his true heart as an arcanist, and continue to move forward on the path of magic.

But the result is that since joining the church, Revalan's mage level has stayed at LV11 and has never increased. On the contrary, the priest level has increased by leaps and bounds, reaching LV15.

He himself fell into an inexplicable religious fanaticism, and established a church in the City of Shadows to continuously expand Shar's influence.

Despite his dissatisfaction with his eldest son, Telamant finally opened the box.

As a result, when he saw the things inside, his pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Just a second later, the Supreme City Lord immediately closed the lid of the box with a snap, stood up and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Are you sure this is a gift from the goddess to the City of Shadows?"< br>
“Yes, father.

The goddess has foreseen that we will face a powerful enemy.

That's why this weapon is given to you as a trump card to turn the situation around at critical moments.

Perhaps the West Coast Empire and its emperor are indeed as difficult to deal with as Hajhorna described.

But with the blessing of the great goddess of the night, we will be the ones who win in the end.

So don’t hesitate, it’s time for the City of Shades to return to Faerûn and announce to the whole world that Netheril is back. ”

Revalan raised his arms and shouted loudly in an inciting tone.

Maybe he felt that the power of the thing in the box was strong enough, or maybe he felt that Shar, the goddess of the night, had a high chance of winning on his side.

Anyway, after about a minute of silence, Telamant Tanshur finally said in his majestic voice: "From this moment on, the entire Ghost City enters the final preparation stage, recalling all Those who are still exploring the Shadow Plane. We will return to Faerûn to rebuild Netheril in a month."

"As you wish, Supreme Lord"

"Father, I promise. The whole world will tremble under the powerful magic and military power of Shade City."

"Yes! They will surrender at our feet and give everything to rebuild Netheril!"
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...

For a moment, the eyes of the ghost princes in the hall shone with a light called ambition.

After all, they stay in the floating city in the shadow plane all day long, and they basically have no room for improvement other than internal fighting.

But now once they return to the material world, these princes can expand their territories, develop their power, and form armies loyal to themselves.

Even if you can't inherit the position of the Lord of Yinhun City in the end, you can at least be a feudal official or build your own kingdom.

Even Hajhorna is no exception in this regard.

However, Telamant Tanshur did not care about this. Instead, he was pleased with his sons' "motivation" and carefully placed the box close to his body.

As for what is inside, besides him, probably only Revalan knows.

Following the Supreme City Lord's order, Yinhun City, which had not seen any major movements for more than a thousand years, was immediately mobilized.

Under unified coordination and dispatch, countless mages, warriors and priests have entered a state of semi-wartime control.

All outgoing applications and transfer orders were rejected, and those towers established elsewhere in the Shadow Plane were also abandoned in a very short period of time.

Each ghost prince also took the opportunity to recruit some capable people to join his team to prepare for the upcoming expansion war.

No one noticed at all that in the invisible depths of the shadow plane, a pair of eyes with lavender light were watching their every move.

The owner of the eyes raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)

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