Lord of Spells from Faerûn

In the deep dark hall, the Lord of Darkness looked at the mage beside him, pointed at the door and said: "Lock the door, and then summon Melkor for me."

The black-robed servant lowered his head to accept the order, and cast a spell to call the gods. After a brief flash of light, the amber skull of the God of Death appeared in mid-air in front of the Lord of Darkness.

"Melkor," Bane whispered, "the time has come."

"I found the Tablet of Destiny, in Tamris."

The God of Death grinned, revealing his rotten teeth, and Jie Jie sneered: "Congratulations, Lord Ben."

"I need the power you gave me in Shadow Valley, the power of the souls of the dead," Bane tapped his fingers on the table, "Can you do it?"

"A large number of living people need to die at the same time for the spell to work." Melkor touched his chin and said doubtfully, "You sacrificed your army in the Valley of Shadows. Who else can pay the price for this power this time?"

Ben fell silent. He really didn't know. Was he going to sacrifice his believers in Zhentil Castle? No, then his career as a god has really come to an end.

"Assassins," Bane smiled evilly, knowing he had found his ideal target and would not invite siege from any other good god, "Baal's men."

Melkor smiled sarcastically: "Do you know how many assassins there are in Faerûn? Do you know how widely scattered they are? I can't do that."

"Haha, really?" The Lord of Darkness let out a frightening laugh, and Melkor suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I know you have an artifact, which contains your power. Use it to summon the assassin's soul for me!"

Melkor frowned at this, his cheekbones piercing the rotten skin: "How do you know?"

"Impossible, that is my last hope to return to the underworld!" Melkor screamed.

"Oh, you're right...the kingdom of the dead," Ben mocked, "Have you been back recently?"

Melkor remained silent, knowing that even if he relied on that power to sneak back to his own kingdom of God, he would immediately be knocked down to earth by Io.

"I need to take back the Tablets of Destiny hidden in Tanreth, Melkor!" Bane shouted word by word.

"If the tablet is discovered by other forces, they may take action against me, no, against us. I was overconfident when I was in the Valley of Shadows, and I paid a heavy price for it. I would rather fall into eternal sleep than go through it again! "

Melkor thought about Bane's words. His dull skeletal face flickered and even disappeared for a time, causing Bane to fall into an uncontrollable panic. Eventually, the phantom stabilized again, and Bane breathed a sigh of relief. Before Melkor spoke, the Lord of Darkness understood Death's decision from his eyes.

"If you are so determined, I will help you find the tablet." Melkor nodded slowly.

Ben tried to sound comfortable and shrugged, "I have no doubt that you will choose to assist me."

The Lord of Darkness was extremely angry at this God of Death who dared to embarrass him over and over again, but he knew it was not the time to vent, thinking that the God of Death who once knelt down in front of him now dared to be favored and arrogant.

"Wait a little longer until I get the tablet of destiny." Ben thought viciously in his heart.

Death seemed to detect something in Ben's hypocritical words.

"You really don't doubt it?" Melkor sneered. "It doesn't matter. I only help you because we are both prosperous and destructive."

Melkor looked at Ben indifferently: "But there is one thing you must know. I may not help you next time, Lord Ben."

The God of Strife simply nodded, dismissing Melkor's threat as a meaningless bluff. He deliberately showed concern, "If you kill all of Baal's followers, he might not be too happy."

"I will deal with the God of Murder," Melkor touched his rotten chin again. "My order and I will begin the ritual, and you prepare to receive the magic."

After saying that, the phantom of death disappeared in the gray light and sulfur-smelling smoke. Ben immediately ordered the servant to leave the room and wait alone in the darkness.

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On the other side, there is the underground of a residential building in Waterdeep City.

The room Melkor was in was dark and deep, and a dozen of the most devout believers and chief priests stood beside him. In front of him was a five-story altar, specially designed for his performance, with emerald and black marble forming a staircase. On top of the stairs, there is a black sickle placed in the center of the sacrificial altar.

Each step corresponds to a ritual. After these five steps, Melkor must sacrifice the power of the death scythe in the altar.

Only in this way can he release a terrible spell that covers the entire continent, kill all the assassins in Faerûn, and give Bane the energy in their souls.

Death hears the anguished screams of nearby souls, crying out for release. The sound seemed to come from Hades's Castle of Bones, Melkor's lost home, making him tremble with excitement.

Although the sounds heard now are only made by a group of unfaithful believers undergoing punishment, which is far from comparable to the screams of the dead souls imprisoned in his kingdom, Death is still intoxicated.

"Priests, let's begin." Melkor raised his rugged arms and walked towards the first platform. The priests in robes held a pointed scepter carved from human bones. They walked in front of the gods and handed the sacrifice to Melkor. Then they knelt down, raised their heads, and exposed their necks.

Death began to chant in a hollow, hoarse voice, and the worshipers who knelt at his feet joined him.

"heavy,"

"yield,"

"float,"

"die,"

"rule."

When their chants reached their climax, Melkor slit the throats of the priests one by one with his scepter. The bodies fell backwards, their mouths wide open, as if they had not anticipated that the pain of death would be so unbearable.

The rotting body of Death stepped onto the second level, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth steps.

The sickle of death gave off a faint green light, as if it knew its upcoming fate. Melkor raised the scythe with his skeletal hands, and let out a silent roar with his mouth wide open. Green light shot out from his empty eye sockets and mouth. The scythe was reduced to ashes little by little, and the green light formed an extremely complex spell. The model then breaks through the ceiling and flies into the air.

"Welcome death! People of Baal, bloodthirsty assassins, your fate has come to an end!"

Melkor's wild shouts, the rotten flesh on his body fell bit by bit, and the faint green light grew stronger and stronger, until it completely buried everything around him. The violent energy broke through the magic network, and the primitive and wild natural magic power was continuously gathered, With the green light beam rising straight into the sky, an invisible huge magic circle was formed.

This magic circle was so huge that it even encompassed the entire continent. Then, there was an inexplicable pulse, and the magic circle that gathered immeasurable magic power was touched. The dark clouds blocked the light of Selûne, and everything fell into darkness.

Thousands of green light rain fell from the sky.