Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

With the strong beating of his heart, Sarevok's face finally changed, becoming extremely ugly and frightened. He slowly turned his head to figure out what happened.

As a result, he saw an old, pale old man's face with sparse beard and hair.

With a contemptuous and joking smile on his face, the other party took out his beating heart in front of his face and stuffed it into his empty chest.

In the blink of an eye, all the blood vessels were reconnected and began to function normally.

After all this was done, the old man asked with a ferocious smile: "My dear son, you seem to be surprised now?"

"You...are you Baal, the God of Murder?"

Sarevok's pupils suddenly dilated, and he suddenly felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Hahaha! That's right! It's me!

But now I am not the God of Murder, just a residual consciousness.

But as you little cuties continue to kill and devour each other, I will one day return from the star realm.

I have to say, compared to Aberdare, a fool who completely entrusted himself to the Blood Throne, you are much smarter than him.

At least understand that you must maintain self-awareness at all times.

But unfortunately, I never planned to give up the Blood Throne, nor did I plan to let any heir replace me.

So your ambitions and unrealistic dreams stop here.

Thank you for creating this war and killing, it will make countless mortals think of my name again, and it will also strengthen my power."

After saying that, Baal grinned, revealing a pair of white and sharp teeth, raised his hand and pressed it on Sarevok's smooth head, then whispered in his ear: "Sorry, kid, you are still not good at playing tricks."

It’s far away. Now, let’s say goodbye to this world.”

The moment the last word was blurted out, the latter's soul was completely dragged out of the body, and was eventually transformed into divine power and divinity that flowed to all the Sons of Baal around him, becoming the nourishment for the God of Murder to strengthen himself.

After doing all this, Barr did not stay even for a second, immediately canceled the control of Aberdare, and then disappeared without a trace.

Since Sancho had previously created a large area of ​​thick fog through magic, not many people saw the reversal that happened in just a few seconds.

But Zuo Si, who has always maintained the effect of True Seeing, and Irenicas, who has blessed himself with True Seeing, obviously took this scene into their eyes completely.

After a brief silence, Zuo Si took the lead and asked: "How about it, do you now understand the risks involved in stealing the power of a dead god without authorization?

For God, death does not mean the end.

Especially when believers and admirers of the material plane have not yet forgotten it.

My friend, you have made a mistake, a very, very fatal mistake."

"You already knew all this?"

Irenekas asked with a livid face.

Obviously, the late "resurrection" of the deceased God of Murder Baal in his own heir just now really scared the legendary mage.

You must know that the reason why he dared to seize the divine power and divinity of the sons of Baal was because he felt that the God of Murder was dead and could no longer have any impact on the material world.

But now, a cruel and horrifying reality lies before our eyes.

Not only did Baal not die, but he could also be briefly resurrected through the divinity and power of Baal's son.

Thinking that he was now considered a member of the Sons of Baal, Irenicas couldn't help but feel fear, fearing that a similar situation would happen to him.

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged: "No, when I first cooperated with you, my understanding of gods was actually very limited.

However, with the accumulation of strength and knowledge, as well as a lot of research and observation, I gradually understood some of the nature of God.

I think you must be very regretful now for taking the power and divinity from some of the Sons of Baal prematurely, thus putting yourself in crisis.

If you want to find a solution, then I am your only choice.

Apart from me, there is no other mortal in the entire Faerun continent who has such knowledge.

So please make your choice as soon as possible.

After all, nothing in this world can have the best of both worlds.

When you want something very precious, you have to pay for it."

"Are you so eager to harvest my soul?"

Irenekas's eyes flashed with vigilance.

Zuo Si nodded unabashedly: "That's right! Because your soul shines with some dazzling light.

In particular, evil and madness born under the distortion of strong obsessions have extraordinary value for those who know how to obtain energy from them.

What's more, don't forget that your goal is to become a god.

Are you so unsure of yourself?

If this is the case, I advise you to give up quickly.

Because the biggest difference between mortals and gods is that gods are creatures that never feel regret or fear.

Once they decide on something, they will put everything into action without hesitation.

Even if it causes serious consequences and damage.

If you want to become a god, you must have the consciousness to give up everything just to achieve a certain goal."

Irenekas took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He raised his head and sneered and said sarcastically: "According to what you said, I don't seem to have much choice. So what are you waiting for? Get the contract you prepared quickly."

Come out."

"Haha, as you wish."

Zuo Si pursed his lips, revealing a smile that showed success, and handed over a devil's contract without haste.

When opened, the entire scroll is three meters long when unfolded, and the number and complexity of the clauses inside are enough to make most mortals feel overwhelmed.

Although Irenekas has been active in the outer plane for a period of time, he has heard that devil's contracts are often so complicated that it is jaw-dropping, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but gasp.
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At the beginning, he tried to read and understand directly through magic.

But I soon discovered that it was impossible to avoid the loopholes hidden between the lines, and I was forced to read them word by word.

While Irenekas was reading the contents of the contract, Zuo Si had already turned his attention to the battlefield below again.

At this time, the fog created by magic had gradually dissipated, and everyone saw Sarevok's body lying on the ground, as well as the bloody hole in his chest without a heart.

I don’t know who suddenly shouted: "Duke Sarevok is dead!"

Instantly!

The entire battlefield fell into silence.

Both sides, who were fighting just now, stopped fighting in unison and looked towards the location of the Baldur's Gate command center.

Soon, several priests and officers lifted Sarevok's body for everyone to see.

Then the soldiers from Baldur's Gate lost their will to fight and dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground to express surrender.

In about ten minutes, a commander with the highest rank among the Flame Fist mercenaries was also elected, carrying a white flag, formally submitted a surrender letter to Zhentil Fort, and was responsible for conducting negotiations.

Obviously, after learning Sarevok's true identity, most ordinary soldiers no longer wanted to fight.

They are not fools. After learning that everything is a conspiracy of the sons of Baal, the other party does not want any victory at all, but only wants to cause more and more tragic deaths, so naturally they will not continue to joke with their own lives.

In this way, Fu Zouer Chambery finally succeeded in winning the war after paying some price.

The next thing he has to do is to go to Baldur's Gate, and use this as the center to occupy the surrounding towns including Belgost, clean up all the forces that Zuo Si doesn't like, and then go to the nearby forest to recruit some

Monster, trying to make the next war, whose outcome is already determined, look bigger and more tragic.

In this way, the common people will be grateful to the new ruler and be willing to cooperate with him in carrying out a series of transformations.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Aberdare and his party.

To be precise, they are currently surrounding the "hero" and are concerned about the physical condition of the son of Baal.

Among them, Jasira first used Druid magic to check him from head to toe, and then he took a long breath and said: "He is fine! At least there is no abnormality in the vital signs."

"Uh... are you sure? He lost almost three times the blood of a normal person, and the heart in his chest seems to have been severely injured."

The corner of Sancho's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

Maybe others didn't see what happened in the thick fog just now, but as the son of Baal, he felt it very clearly.

In particular, the short half-minute between Sarevok's Death Raid and Baal's Will came to him almost made the boy suffocate nervously.

After the battle, Sancho could clearly feel that the divine power and divinity belonging to Baal in his body had increased by almost four times.

And all of these are released from Sarevok's body.

"Physically, Aberdare is indeed not in danger of life.
To be continued...