Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Baal, the god of murder, is surrounded by a feeling he has never experienced before, and an unparalleled sense of loss has come to him. In that brief moment, he learned true fear for the first time.

The god ran out of the room and found his loyal servant, the assassin Dillin Shareff. He opened his beast's mouth and was about to say something, but an amber-green beam of light had already appeared in the corridor, and Dilin screamed as if his soul was being torn apart. Barr was numbly aware of what was happening now.

"The call of Melkor," Baal said tremblingly, a wave of fear coming over him along with weakness.

The entire continent of Faerun was completely covered by green light rain at this time. All the assassins who believed in Baal were destroyed by the green rays falling from the sky. Except for a few weird assassins with very strong physiques, these green rays that attacked at fixed points almost wiped out the entire Faerun. The assassins from the mainland massacred everyone.

In Bane's dark hall, a faceless obsidian statue stood in the center of the hall, looking like a children's toy. The ground around it is covered with complex patterns, and the strange and weird patterns extend from the stone statue to the entire hall.

"Hurry, Melkor, I don't have much time," Ben muttered. A ray of shadow flowed into the open window, and green and amber light pillars fell from the sky, engulfing the obsidian statue. The Lord of Darkness watched the scene eagerly.

"Finally!" Bane shouted, raising his fist into the air. "I will have real power..."

Powerful and steady beams of light flooded into the room, constantly pouring into the stone statue. The stone statue becomes taller and taller. This is the black statue Melkor used when he collected his soul in the etheric plane. This will become Bane's newest and most powerful saint's body.

A stream of red-black smoke flowed out of Fu Zuoer's mouth, dragging an amber-green flame tail towards the obsidian statue. Fuzor's body fell to the ground, groaning softly. As the spirit of the God of Strife finally entered the statue, a loud bang erupted in the center of the room, resounding throughout Tamris and almost deafening everyone in the hall.

The arms of the stone statue slowly rose, and Bane's new incarnation grabbed the sides of his head and continued to scream loudly, even though he had no mouth at all. Spikes sprouted from the arms, chest, legs, and head of the obsidian avatar. Eventually, the swirling mist stopped flowing into the room, and the light churning within the statue changed from amber green to reddish black.

Flashing red eyes appeared on the statue's face. Ben stopped shouting and looked down at his hands.

"Empty," his voice was vicissitudes and sacred, "my world is an empty space, and my body..."

Suddenly, the Lord of Darkness began to laugh, a horrifying, deep sound that roared through the room.

"I am God, finally, I am God again!"

The huge obsidian holy body of the God of Strife walked forward. He smashed through the wall of the hall, as if tearing up a fragile white paper, and walked outside.

The soldiers walked onto the street and happened to see Bane coming to the edge of the city's port. He stood on the shore of Dragon Bay, looking in the direction of Tamris not far away, and a faint amber-green light enveloped his whole body.

"Nothing can stop me from taking away the tablet of destiny." A cruel smile appeared on the statue's face.

——

"This is a sacrifice." Imrik said solemnly as he looked at the meteor shower that was coming to an end.

"The center of the burst of magic seems to be in Waterdeep City, but the scale of this spell is beyond imagination." Kelben analyzed with a frown.

"Are there any evil gods preparing to cause disaster in Waterdeep City?"

"No," Imrik replied. "It has nothing to do with this. It's Melkor. He and Bane planned the attack on Tarris."

"Ban? Isn't he dead?" Kelben lost his voice.

"Merkor brought the Dark Lord back from his eternal sleep."

The silver-haired mage closed his eyes and stretched out his pale left hand. Huge mana surged out, and the delicate veins of the magic network were pried into the power of prophecy.

Eight-ring war spell——[Eye of Supervision].

The war spell modified from the seventh-level spell [Advanced Detection] showed everything that happened thousands of miles away in front of Imrik. That huge obsidian statue, and that terrifying power.

"Melkor seems to have used this sacrifice to greatly increase Bane's power, and he is now marching towards Tanres." Imric said with a dazzling white light in his eyes.

At this moment, a magic mark for contact appeared in front of Kelben, and he recognized it at a glance. It was the mark of his teacher, Elminster.

"Teacher!" Kelben turned on the spell and asked anxiously, "How's it going over there?"

Elminster sighed and said, "Bane invaded Tarris,"

The old sage's face seemed much more haggard, and there were Midnight and Kelanvor standing beside him. Imric couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, where is Cyric?

"Imric, I need your help." Elminster said in an old voice.

"Bane is about to enter Tanreth. Thom will not sit idly by and watch. The gods are fighting, and the civilians of Tanres are likely to suffer heavy casualties."

"I have lost the ability to cast spells stably," Elminster said pointedly, "I need your help."

Imrik stopped the power of the prophecy spell, and the last scene stopped at the moment when Bane broke open the city gate. At the same time, a loud noise came from the other side of Elminster.

"I know," the mage finally agreed. According to Mystra's original memory, Tanris would indeed be severely damaged, with numerous casualties. He did not need to participate in the war between Tom and Bane, he only needed to help Il It would be nice if Münster saved the refugees.

After hanging up the prophecy, Imric snapped his fingers, activated [Plane Travel] and returned to [Twilight Star]. Now that the teleportation spell has failed, he must rely on the positioning teleportation of Twilight Star to arrive quickly. Tamris.

The next moment, his figure appeared on a high tower.

Elminster, who was still far away just now, was stunned for a moment. Although as a legendary mage, he had long been accustomed to the convenience of teleportation spells, but he could still use teleportation spells at this time?

"Could he be the reincarnation of the goddess of magic?" Elminster couldn't help but thought absurdly.

Seemingly sensing Elminster's confusion, Imric briefly explained: "Spell-like ability."

Elminster suddenly realized that spell-like abilities could indeed work without relying on the magic power of the magic network. Midnight on the side immediately widened his eyes and said, "Then why didn't you hurry to Shadow Valley?"

Imrik smiled and said: "This is a spell-like ability that was recently acquired."

Midnight was a little disappointed, and then he said as if he remembered something: "By the way, why are you not surprised at all when you see Elminster? Did you know that he was not dead?"

Thinking of what happened these days, Midnight felt depressed. The old man's mysterious whereabouts had caused them to be wanted for ten days in vain. It was said that Storm Silverhand was still leading a team through the Eno Oak Desert, preparing to go to Waterdeep City to capture Yi. Where's Mrik.

It turns out that the person in front of me seemed to have known that Elminster was not dead?

Imric smiled inwardly. He naturally knew that Elminster was not dead, but he still pretended to ask: "What happened? I remember that Elminster fell into the whirlpool, but I I don’t think a mage as powerful as him will die, why do you think he is dead?”

Midnight sighed after hearing this, and told Imrik all about the unfortunate things that happened some time ago.