Lord of Spells from Faerûn

At the same time, the bone sword in the sky ran out of energy, and the mage once again concentrated his mana to cast spells.

A black whirlwind blew in the sky, and the frightening death energy was bred in it. Under the command of the pale wand in the hand of the mage, the black messenger of the inverted tornado rose around Baal. Each black air flow was as deep as a knife. Deeply cutting his body.

Nine-ring necromantic spell [extremely effective and powerful spell enhancement - wind of death]!

Barr gritted his teeth and let out a low roar. This strange spell actually ignored the killing shield around him and dealt a heavy blow to his soul. He felt that his power was losing, and he had already fallen into a state of weakness. Then the tilted gate was opened again.

The spell lasted for more than ten seconds. When the black whirlwind disappeared, the bushes became dull again, leaving only the silver light cast by clouds of different shapes. Barr dropped the unconscious Midnight in his hands and looked at the mage in the sky. His body had hundreds of cuts at this time, and scarlet blood continued to flow from them.

"Stupid mage, you pissed me off." Baal had no expression, and sentenced Imric to death like a robot. He raised his hand and called, and more than a dozen bone swords behind him surged out, and the God of Slaughter clenched his teeth. Ya Guan, it seems that controlling so many artifacts is an extremely serious burden for him.

The torrent formed by the bone sword drew a white trajectory in the sky. Imric's expression became solemn, and he continued to cast one protective spell after another in his hand.

First, there were dozens of layers of force field walls. Seeing that the bone sword easily broke through the force field wall, Imric once again used the enhanced version of [Rainbow Sphere]. The moment the light curtain was hit by the torrent of bone swords, It flashed violently, and within a few seconds, it suddenly stopped and disappeared.

The huge white sacred wings appeared again, and the light of [The Moment of Holy Judgment] protected Imrik. The torrent of bone swords continued to drill inward with the support of Baal's power, but it was firmly resisted. outside.

While Baal was concentrating on controlling the torrent of bone swords, Cyric, who was already bloody and bloody, began to struggle, surprised that he was still alive. Baal's attack was bigger than the strongest giant. Every bone and nerve in his body ached from head to toe, and even a simple breath would cause pain all over his body. But Cyric knew that if he didn't take action, his chance to obtain Midnight and the Tablet would be lost forever.

He recovered his sword. "You have tasted mortal blood," he whispered. "If you want more, the blood of a god, help me."

A sexy female voice appeared directly in his mind. Yes, more. Arms gives him a response and I will help you.

The hilt became warm in his hand, and Cyric felt life and strength flowing back into his body. He raised his knees and staggered after the murderer.

Baal shouted loudly at this time: "Surrender, mage." He thought for a while and then added: "Do you think you can consume the power of the gods?"

The power of [The Moment of Holy Judgment] was coming to an end, but the torrent of bone swords continued. Imric noticed that Cyric behind Baal had crept up behind him, his weapon ready to attack. The thief's body looked unrecognizable, but he could still move, even so quietly. Imric raised the corners of his mouth slightly, someone will kill you soon, Baal.

【The Moment of Holy Judgment】! ! ! !

Today's last spell-like ability was triggered by Imrik without hesitation. The second pair of white wings rose behind Imrik. The golden light became extremely dazzling. The four-winged mage stood vertically in the sky. Like the divine coming to earth.

The power of the torrent of bone swords was instantly suppressed. Barr quickly stopped taunting and concentrated on manipulating the bone sword with all his strength to break through the defense.

Behind Baal, Cyric's boot hit a stone. The saint's face showed horror. He turned around immediately. The thief held the red blade and stabbed Baal's chest deeply.

"You fool!" screamed the God of Murder.

The torrent of bone swords in the sky instantly lost the support of its power and all fell.

The color of the blade in Cyric's hand became darker and darker, turning into a bright burgundy red. The fallen god howled angrily. His roar was louder than thunder and more sinister than ghosts.

"At least I killed a god before I died." Cyric gritted his teeth and declared victory. At the same time, Imric in the sky also delivered the final blow.

Nine-ring conjuration spell [Extremely effective and powerful spell enhancement - Disaster Blade]!

Black space cracks appeared in the air, exuding an ominous aura. The terrible power distorted the magic network. The collapsed magic network instantly fell into pieces, but the spell that had been formed could not be stopped. Under the will of the mage, a A long black sword appeared in the air.

"Whoosh!" With a sound, the long sword flew down and inserted directly into Barr's body. The surrounding magic net became violent, and the broken magic net continued to spray various spells outward.

Baal's scream ended as his body began to explode. Then the earth disappeared before Imric.

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The candle glows with an orange flame and is placed in a bottle on top of a wooden table. The wood was gray and cracked like firewood. There is also a thin and undecorated chair, which is hidden together in a dark and damp room in the sewers of Waterdeep.

"Is this everything I have? Everything I get for my hard work?" Melkor sneered.

Io will pay, Melkor swore. Death doesn't like simple accommodation, doesn't like hiding from mortals, and certainly doesn't like being trapped in the realms. For all this insult, Io and Heim will pay the price.

But he had to be careful now, Death saw the consequences of carelessness. Tanris was a disaster, and it was only through his foresight that Melkor did not suffer the same fate as Bane. He was now in the realm of mortals, and in a sense he was mortal. Because now he too might perish - just like Bane, Mystra, and Helm.

Killing the black-haired mage and taking the tablet would have been a simple matter, whether it was relying on his followers or that idiot Baal.

Death focused his energy on the candle, and Melkor waited, hoping that it would coalesce into the shape of Baal's ugly, bloated head.

Fire is still just fire.

Melkor tried again to cast his transfiguration spell, but the fire remained motionless. Death began to consider whether the chaos in the Weave was causing his spell to fail, but then dismissed the idea. If the failure was due to this confusion, the spell would have manifested itself in some form of failure, but his spell simply didn't work.

"Dead?" Melkor said coldly.