These words immediately stunned Telamante into silence, and even the noise caused by nearby armies fighting and magic bombardment could not have any impact on him.

After several minutes, he raised his head and asked: "What about you? Why did you seek refuge with Soth? Is the west coast empire he established a country that he believed had inherited the spirit of Netheril?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Owo nodded without thinking; "Of course!"

I have been observing Soth for a long time.

When he was still a mortal, I saw the disgust for religious belief in his eyes.

Even when communicating with those gods, they would put themselves on the same footing as the other party.

Although he later accepted Asmodeus's invitation to become a great devil, his core spirit never changed.

The current magic education system in the West Coast Empire is actually a filter that will filter out all talented young people.

After they are absorbed into the Arcane Order, they begin to embark on the path of magic.

Almost none of the members of this organization believe in God, but believe more in themselves.

I felt the familiar atmosphere from them."

"So we don't have to talk anymore?"

Telemante's hands hidden in his long robe subconsciously clenched into fists.

"Yes, there is no need to talk about it. The City of Shadows must fall today no matter what. It is enough for this world to have a country that inherits the spiritual core of Netheril."

As the last word blurted out, Ovo put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, while raising the scepter in the other hand.

In the days of Netheril, this was the etiquette of inviting the opponent to a spell duel.

Although he is no longer alive, he still retains a lot of these habits and maintains aristocratic elegance in every move he makes.

"Then come on!"

Realizing that this stop was inevitable, Telemante also took a deep breath and made the same move.

The moment the two people's eyes met, powerful magical power spurted out instantly, directly pushing out the undead creatures and structures around them, forming a semicircular open space.

Followed by an overwhelming number of instant spells and various magic items.

Because as legendary mages whose spellcasting level exceeds LV35, they all know that normal spellcasting will almost 100% be countered, so they decisively skip the mutual testing phase and directly enter the final stage.

As the two great arcanists of the Netherese era officially started fighting, the war of shadows finally reached its climax.

Even from a distance of more than ten kilometers, you can still see the gorgeous magical effects when the floating cities are fighting each other, as well as the terrifying destructive power.

"Damn it!

These guys are crazy!

First it was the wild god Prim, then the demon prince Demogorgon, and now there is actually a battle in the floating city.

What do they think the material plane is?"

Elminster, who had witnessed everything from beginning to end, was obviously very angry, and his eyes began to shine with the light of silver fire.

Although he initially planned to stop the City of Shadows, he hesitated after discovering that Demogorgon's incarnation appeared on the battlefield.

Because he was not 100% sure that he could defeat this powerful demon lord.

As a result, this stupid kung fu situation began to run wildly out of control.

Now the great sage of Shadow Valley no longer knows how to end it.

Since both sides have already started fighting, it is definitely impossible to break up the fight.

What's even more terrible is that the Demon Moon Blade in Brenas's hand poses a fatal threat to the caster.

Stormy Silverhand gently wiped the sword in his hand and asked in an uncertain tone: "Do you want to take action?

You must know that now is the last chance to intervene.

Once Ovo and Telamante go crazy, the valley may be affected.

In addition, the Dark Prince Graia is also a big trouble.
Chapter completed!