"You mean...give this power to Soth?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Midnight's tone.

As the God of Magic and the incarnation of the Demonic Network, she is not too repelled by Faerun's access to the spellcasting environment of other time and space, nor does she feel that her authority is being challenged.

After all, vaccination access is two-way.

Spellcasters on the other side will also discover the existence of the magic web and begin to learn and use this magical power within its scope of influence.

Therefore, instead of decreasing, the number of users connected to the Magic Network has increased significantly.

The most important thing is that as the God of Magic, no matter whether the spell casters in Faerun use magic nets or come from magic environments in other time and space, the final result is to increase the overall number of spell casters among mortals.

And the substantial increase in the number of spellcasters will lead to more and more inventions and creations related to magic, and the influence of the goddess of magic will inevitably become greater and greater.

That's why Midnight supported Zuo Si in the differences and fights between him and Elminster, the first electorate.

Azuth obviously knew what his Lord God was thinking, and explained with a smile: "I believe you should know very well that since the last battle with the being who claimed to be the lord of the dark dimension, Dormammu, he has taken away almost half of the latter.

's territory.

To a large extent, Thos has acquired the essence of mystery and magic.

Now he is on the same level as you.

So you don't have to worry about things going out of control.

And one advantage of doing this is that even if you fail, you can stand up and minimize the harm.

After all, you are the goddess of magic on the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located. If necessary, you can isolate or even expel all these external spellcasting environments."

Midnight nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, what you said makes sense, I will take time to discuss it with Soth.

By the way, has Talos, the god of storms, not released the god of necromancy as promised?

He clearly promised me that he would release Gebidor Turan to the Heart of the Spell after the contract ended.

How long has it been since this happened?"

When saying these words, the tone and attitude of the goddess of magic revealed strong dissatisfaction.

"I have sent people to negotiate. I believe that Talos, the God of Storms, will not take the risk of offending you and continue to detain Gebid Turan. You will get a new slave god in a few weeks at most."

Azuth quickly signaled to his master god to be calm.

Although he also sympathized with this demigod who was inexplicably pushed to the throne of a god, and who was squeezed for his life by the crazy and unreasonable power of Talos as soon as he became a god, he did not want to burst into rage because of this.

Clash between gods.

"Go tell Talos that my patience is not unlimited. If he continues to detain Jebido Turan, he is violating my territory and I reserve the right to take any action."

Midnight gave the warning very seriously.

In the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, no one can ignore the attitude of the most powerful magic goddess under the god Io.

Because as long as she is willing to pay a sufficient price, she can definitely cause heavy losses to any powerful god, even the oldest goddess of the night, Shar.

Azuth hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, I will convey your complete thoughts to the Storm God. But compared to this matter, I think you should pay more attention to the recent conflict between Soth and the orc god.

."

But Midnight waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry about it. Gruumsh and his orc god system are not enough to pose any substantial threat to Soth. What really needs to be watched is Shar Safras's attack on Soth."

Isn’t there any prophecy in this?”

"Sorry, not yet.

Of course, it is also possible that he foresaw something but was unable to figure out the truth because he was disturbed.

After all, the Goddess of Night has the power of illusion, deception, and secrecy, and is very restrained from Savras's prophetic power."

A very helpless expression appeared on Azus's face.

After all, he had defeated the god of prophecy when he was still a mortal, and even imprisoned him in a scepter and turned him into an artifact.

The two reached a reconciliation after the turmoil ended, and Savras voluntarily bowed his head and admitted defeat and became a follower of the Mage God.

"The prophecy has been disturbed? So maybe Shar is really brewing some huge conspiracy?"

Midnight's eyes suddenly became alert, and then he threw his consciousness into the magic network, trying to find clues from the memories of the previous two generations of magic goddesses.

You must know that since becoming the third-generation Magic Goddess, she actually rarely looks at the memories of her predecessor, especially the second-generation Magic Goddess's extremely explosive and chaotic private life, which is even worse than some small movies.

But obviously I can't care about that much now.

Just when many gods were noticing the complex game involved in the conflict between Zuosi and Gruumsh, in a private house in Susar, the capital of the Kingdom of Cormyr, a group of people wearing masks, leather armor or

The people in black robes were gathering together in secret, praying to the huge dark sun mark hanging high, with abnormal fanaticism in their eyes.

"Praise you!

Cyric, the great prince of lies!

Any mortal who dares to despise you or resist you will surely die!

We surrender before your supreme power and kill all the weak and hypocrites under your teachings!

Only you are the only truth in this world!

Only you can give us the power to plunge the whole world into boundless chaos and fear!"

…

It has to be said that since being beaten by the gods and their influence has plummeted, those mortals who still believe in Cyric not only show no signs of waking up, but have become even more lunatic and insane than before.

Right now, in front of this unknown and secret altar, there are dozens of corpses with blood drained out. Judging from the condition of the corpses, they have suffered cruel abuse and torture during their lifetimes. It is simply worse than the devil's sacrifice.

Crazy and heartbroken, many of them were children under ten years old and newborn babies.

You must know that the Church of the Prince of Lies is an expressly prohibited cult on the entire West Coast.

The West Coast Empire even offered a reward. Anyone who catches or kills an ordinary follower of Cyric can get a reward of fifty gold coins, and the whistleblower can also get half of it.

As for pastors and church organizers, the price is even higher, often costing thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins.

Under such a bounty, there is basically no room for them to survive.

But the Kingdom of Cormyr is obviously in a special situation.

On the one hand, the traditional feudal system makes it difficult for the royal family to extend its hands into the territories of other nobles;

On the other hand, after Yalusel became the regent, he ruthlessly suppressed some dishonest nobles and even took the opportunity to uproot those nobles who participated in the rebellion that led to the death of Assan IV and his sister.

Many of them who took advantage of the chaos to escape hated the royal family.

Some of them occupied mountains and became kings in villages far away from the city, plundered caravans, and contacted other nobles to prepare to launch a rebellion that would sweep the country. Others sneaked into the royal capital and used their family's past connections to do things secretly.

And many of these people choose to believe in Cyric in order to gain power.

Because in order to regain his strength, this madman is particularly keen to participate in this conspiracy to create chaos, killing and destruction.

As long as the perception attribute is qualified, there is a high probability that you will obtain divine spells and become a low-level priest.

Soon, with the chanting of more than a dozen noble-born believers, the mark of the dark sun suddenly came to life and transformed into a human male figure with a thin body and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

He is none other than the Prince of Lies who came to incarnate.

Suddenly, this group of believers full of anger and hatred became even more fanatical, and they all prostrated themselves on the blood-stained ground to welcome the arrival of the god.

"The great supreme true God! Is there anything we can do for you?" The leader of the church raised his head and asked cautiously.

Due to Cyric's chaotic nature, he does not have a unified church at all, but is scattered into large and small mountains that compete with each other and are hostile to each other.

Because of this, it is almost impossible to uproot its power in the mortal world.

Now this middle-aged man in his early forties is the leader of this small underground church organization.

"Of course! I have a very, very important task for you."

Cyric grinned with a chilling, crazy smile.

"We listen to your teachings."

The man quickly lowered his head and kissed the Prince of Lies' boots to show his submission.

Cyric ordered unceremoniously: "As nobles of the Kingdom of Cormyr, you should all know the news that the current regent, the Iron Princess, Yalusel, is pregnant and about to give birth, right?

The task I give you is very simple, that is to spread rumors and provoke an internal war in Cormyr for the throne.

It would be best to let all the nobles still loyal to Assan V rebel.

I want to make this country completely bloody and in complete chaos."

When the middle-aged man heard these words, he immediately showed an expression of ecstasy, then clenched his fists and said: "We are very happy to obey your will. But the problem is that our family territory has been confiscated by Yalusel

, now it doesn’t have much impact at all.”

"Here, take this with you. It can induce the madness and dark side in a person's heart. You only need to place it next to the leader of the faction that is loyal to Assan V, and the other party will become us in a very short time.

People who need it.”

As he spoke, Cyric took out a gray metal brooch that exuded a strange light from his pocket.

If anyone here uses magic vision, they will immediately see the bright light emanating from above.
To be continued...