Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1281 Conversation in the depths of the soul

The undead have indeed done a great thing.

As soon as the prayers of the hags stopped, Hei Tong's body, which was about to condense into shape, began to blur a little bit again.

These hags born from the depths of the Styx have inherently high soul strength. Once they reach level 12 or above, they can even compete with extraordinary mages in mental strength.

So although the number is not too much... But in Toril, this is really enough to support a ceremony of conferring gods, and the support provided to Hei Tong is very strong.

So their failure actually means the end of Hei Tong.

Edna showed a very happy smile: "Ah... It seems that our side won the battle outside!"

Midnight glanced at her: "Then, can we turn her back into a waste?"

The corner of Edna's mouth couldn't help twitching: "Thinking about the future, maybe one day you will need her soul fragments to patch up, please call her a residue.

If it is useless, it is easy to accidentally injure ourselves. "

"This is the biggest difference between us, right?" Midnight's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, "I... really don't want this, impure soul."

Hei Tong, who was beaten terribly by the attacks of the two previous lives who were talking, suddenly sneered: "Stupid!"

Then she completely gave up struggling, and turned herself into a little bit of light, leaving only a cold sentence: "The future is still long! Don't let me catch another chance!"

Midnight looked at the blue light all over the sky, and showed a bright smile: "Eh? Does she still expect someone to pray for her in the future?

After 100 years, who knows who she is?

You say, right?Edna. "

Edna hesitated for a while before slowly saying: "Are you still planning to let Mystra's past life be all your credit?"

"Achievements?" Midnight chewed these two words, with a strange smile on his face, "Isn't that a dying struggle?
A god who can't even decide his own position, what kind of god is he! "

"But... didn't you become Mystra's target to avenge Cyric?" Edna asked puzzled, "Just deal with him wholeheartedly? In that case, even Kelemvor can To help you, not to stop you."

"Probably because I am also ambitious, right?
I don't know what will happen to you in the future, but standing in the center of the magic net, the entire Toril is in front of you, and it seems that you can control it with your hands... The temptation to rule the world is too strong.

People always become.

Hope you stick around a little longer than me and don't really let that bitch come out again. Midnight suddenly sat on the ground, patted his side with one hand, "Come and chat, I don't have much time, it all depends on when that big snake rushes out!"

Tsk, if only he could really succeed, and end this world quickly.

If Toril starts reincarnation a few more times, the old immortal will probably have to sleep, why not just sleep to death? "

Of course, Edna also has similar memories. She sometimes suspects that the reason why Mystra would simply lose her soul in this century is because she doesn't want to follow her up and down again and again.

After all, that person really loves Toril very much.

If it was her, maybe it wouldn't be so painful, but if it was Midnight... Forget it, Midnight would not choose to sacrifice herself like My Strian.

A truly kind person like Mistri probably couldn't stand AO's tossing: he was clearly watching the mortals multiply with joy, but as a result, billions of people were reduced to ashes in an instant because of those experiments... Nai Ze How powerful is the original author of the scroll!It's not that the whole family is wiped out.

In Toril now, the reason why there are various restrictions on the road of destiny every time is the lesson brought by the previous eras.

People with strong abilities, and the gods who were not very controlled at that time... Taiji, the goddess of fate, and Yegalko, the god of death, are still high above them!

When they encounter the blow of fate, the resistance they can make is not the small ones they are doing now.

Why Taiji had to die was not just because of threats, she really did a lot of things.

If it hadn't been played off, how could AO have made the descendants of the nine-faced dragon god the master of the world first, and had to introduce other races, such as elves and dwarves, to limit the dragon.

You know, in the shadow world of Abel, there used to be only primordial beings...Toril's true primordial beings, but in the end they were almost wiped out by the giant dragon in that world.

If AO hadn't come forward to pull the sidelines in person, heh~ Abel would not have two continents with the same strength!
"How do I feel, your hatred for Cyric is not as deep as... I thought." Edna gathered her skirt and sat sideways beside Midnight.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Midnight slapped his plump thigh viciously: "Of course I hate him!

He stole the Tablet of Fate, I can understand, but...why did Kelemvor have to be killed?

Even if you have any dissatisfaction with Kelenvor and me, can dissatisfaction kill teammates who have lived and died together for so long?
It's not that they never lived happily together.

It's true, though, that I've kind of lost the will to fight since he went mad.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be doing so many things. "

"Why?" Edna asked from the bottom of her heart. She had never understood why Midnight suddenly shifted from whole-hearted revenge to the theocratic power in the hands of Unification, which she didn't really care about at all.

"Because of desperation." Midnight leaned on his thigh with one hand, pressed his chin on that hand, and looked ahead in confusion, "Cyric, he is a very cunning person.

With his personality, he would never open and read things like the Siri Sutra by himself... such a stupid mistake, even a brain like Ambowry would not make it.

But he just opened it by himself so stupidly! "

Midnight looked sideways at Edna: "Perhaps, other people, other gods, would really think it was an accident, but his old teammates, who would believe it?
Even a head as straight as Kelemvor's can't! "

She opened her hands wide: "I thought the world was in my arms, but in the end I found myself just a helpless moth standing in someone else's net.

And the one next to me, the praying mantis that I hated so much, the mantis that ate my companions, besides the two knives on both arms that can swing wildly, hurting all those who pass by him, most of his body has long been covered by that The net was strangled to death.

At any time, the owner of the net can be strangled to death with a single thought.

From that day on, I knew that the one who ran amok outside and acted mischievously was no longer the same Cyric as before.

For his own strength, devouring gods, and suppressing theocracy, he turned into spider eggs injected into his body by spiders.

And now...the spider eggs have hatched, haven't they?
Have you seen Cyric in my memory, although he has always been gloomy, has he managed to use his female face to hook up with Heim? "

Edna pondered and said: "But, this is the result of his own greed!

Just keep to yourself, within the limits of the allowable..."

"But why!" Midnight widened her eyes and said viciously, "If even after becoming a powerful divine force, I can only toss around in the circle drawn by others, then what am I?
I don't care for such a fake power! "

"What if you just obey God?" Edna asked lightly, "Looking at everything outside, what about obeying God who is powerless?
Are you still so irritable? "

"If I didn't have the ability, I... would probably be like Kelenvor?" After midnight calmed down, he said slowly, "Although it is said that Kelenvor is a powerful divine power, but... that power is false. Kelan Wo's true strength should only be said to be stronger than some weaker divine powers.

Jergal is the real master of the underworld, Kelemvor can only do things according to his will, and the power of the Styx does not belong to him.

This... is nothing to say.

Cyric gave up the priesthood of death as soon as he lost his mind, but he was not really as smart as the outside said, and he chose the god domain he most yearned for... put the TM's P!
Is that the thing he wants, and he throws it away?
Melkor can't even do it!

Bann tossed and tossed for so long, and even threw himself into AO's arms, wasn't it also because he wanted his own strength?

I don't believe you can't see that there will be a year of turmoil, which is actually those two old immortals fighting. "

Edna shook her head helplessly: "Then why can't you think of yourself as Kelenvor, what's the difference between Jergal and AO?"

"Probably because the mentality is different?" Midnight suddenly laughed, "I can still distinguish the borrowed power from my own power.

Isn't black pupil the same?

She found that her own strength could not be suppressed, and sooner or later she would surpass her powerful divine power, she must have done something to become a decapitated ghost.

AO just used strength to suppress us, and did not have the absolute control over Styx like Jergal. "

She looked at Edna and pursed her lips: "With your mentality, it is estimated that you can last a little longer than us.

Ah, definitely stronger than me.

Then...better than Heitong~
But, can you guarantee that you will never want to be the real master of the world?
The magic net... The feeling of standing in the middle and overlooking the world is really too tempting. "

Edna stared at her, and said seriously: "But you, don't you want it? Mystra, wouldn't you rather disappear?"

"Mistri, I really love everyone, no matter good or evil." Midnight said suddenly, "I can't do it, I only like kind people.

My heart, my soul told me that if I had to change even my nature, then... it would be better not to see each other again. "

Edna sighed: "But I don't really want to be influenced by you! Sometimes, your surging emotions are really... obviously I am a very stable person!"

"Are you kidding me?" Midnight said dumbfounded, "Your brain is full of ghost ideas, and you still think about eating melons and watching dramas every day, how dare you say that about me?"

(End of this chapter)