Watching the battlefield transform from a three-on-two into a one-on-one, with only black smoke and occasionally flickering gray-black light remaining, Fake Wilko cursed: "Damn Sebek! Always the fastest to run away!"
However, his curse was instantly choked by a blade light as fast as lightning.
Wilko’s expression beca extrely venomous, and the captain’s blade in his hand turned into a longsword: "In that case, let witness the power of Toril’s Master of Death!"
"I never said I wouldn’t make a move!" Edna responded swiftly, "Kranvo, you wouldn’t think that while you’re fighting him, I stepping in to hit him would impede you, right?"
The skull under Kranvo’s hood, the bare jawbone silently opening and closing... Everyone who saw it understood the Master of Death’s hint: the undead don’t speak human language.
Wilko, no, it should be said the forr Divine King ’An’ of Mulholland, now the War God An He, was almost roaring: "Kranvo? Haven’t you always prided yourself as a brave knight?
Refusing a duel only proves your cowardice! But not daring to defy even a woman’s words... What? Has this new Mystra replaced Midnight in accepting your courting?
Ha~
Do Toril’s male deities understand what self-respect is?
Won should just wait there obediently for n’s selection!
This world, ha~ should be reford!"
"The last one who dared to choose between two goddesses was Heim," Edna said gently, "You see, he’s preparing to feed the snake by the sun!
Why don’t you ask him early about his thoughts now?"
Behind Edna appeared endless purple stars... teorites the size of fists fiercely smashed towards An He.
"Also~," she said calmly, "I won’t be provoked to enter that black smoky domain and attack you directly.
Ha~
As if I don’t know where Xaries’s darkness cos from?"
What she had learned since childhood was that the more malicious the enemy’s words, the bigger their objective.
’Perfect Bald’ wouldn’t bother to curse unless necessary... but most of the ti, his outbursts were to lure the enemy.
So once both sides were fighting well and suddenly one opened their mouth to mock the other side, and even involved the bystanders, it must an there’s a plan to trap both.
Ha~ Edna was always wise, how could she fall for such a trick?
But Edna also never intended to enter the area where they were fighting, who knows if there’s any poison in that black smoke?
Kranvo was fine; no poison ant anything to him.
If there were really curses and toxins that could affect even the Lord of the Undead, why would An He bother with so many sches?
Just poison all the Toril gods to death.
Edna didn’t have to guess what the other party was up to: the Marla Poison on Sebek was useless to her.
That must be Xaries’s dark desire.
She said so, Xaries died too smoothly in her dark aspect.
Sebek was using the Body of Marla, if his self-destruction was that powerful, could he have been chased by a demigod?
"Kranvo, don’t recover your human form oh~" she said with a radiant smile, "Otherwise, if you flatter An He in front of us, tsk tsk~
I... After all this effort to save her, it wasn’t to watch you accompany Heim."
Kranvo trembled, and the speed of his scythe swings increased again.
Edna turned to look at the center of Chult: "Ah... Duchess Ghostwoman can’t hold on, tsk, the double-headed baboon seems quite excited.
Eh~ It seems the conclusion doesn’t have to be here with us, so..."
Her black eyes flickered with coldness, a hint of cruelty in her firm voice: "Roll back to Mulholland! An He!"
The purple stars ford a magnificent purple star river between Edna and An He.
The sound of distant explosions also erupted simultaneously, as if blasting violently by their ears... The Chult Peninsula trembled incessantly.
The endless storm almost appeared in every corner of Chult in an instant, and even the sea surrounding the peninsula was not spared.
The undead tribe quickly collected the magic ship and dived into the deep sea together.
The double-headed ape at the center of the explosion abandoned protecting the Devilfish to seize the final spoils.
Tens of thousands of Embroidered Crabs rcilessly sliced these devilfish into fillets... not a single piece was left.
anwhile, Ambori and Sekola swiftly reached an agreent... Sekola unhesitatingly threw out the sharks among the fishn, leading his Sahua Fishn to swiftly flee from the seabed.
Anyway, An He’s side was bound to fail: naturally, there were spies from the Utao Holy City watching.
When the Magic Goddess, clearly on good terms with the undead tribe, has her hands free, he might be in trouble... Toril’s well-inford deities were all aware of An He’s and his dealings.
Isn’t it just abandoning the oceans near the Ferun Great Land?
It’s okay, he can still go to Wo Island! Those little dwarfs seem to have strong combat power, but in reality, they are all about trickery... and they’re exactly what the Devils aren’t afraid of... so what’s he afraid of?
He used to just dislike the place for being too poor and small, and even the people are quite unpleasant to eat.
Tsk~
Sekola thought reluctantly, does Ambori actually have an aide? No, it should be said, has there co a day when Ambori actually listens to the weak?
Otherwise, he would have just handed over the sharks he brought this ti and be done with it!
Damn it... things can’t go on like this!
Ambori has always been the lowest intellect in Toril, if even she becos shrewd... who would be left to bla in the future?
Even Wilko won’t do!
When that guy wakes up, he will definitely make trouble for their Sahua Fishn for hundreds of years.
Hmm... Sekola pondered, should he co up with a way to divert the attention of those deities in Toril because of An He’s damage to the recently invaded Mulholland Pantheon of that universe.
An He failed in Toril, so she will inevitably strive in that world... if not for the fact that in that world he could only partially break away from the Mulholland Pantheon, An He wouldn’t be eyeing Toril.
Sekola ran at the bottom of the sea on his two slender legs, pondering that as an Evil God squatting in Hell, he certainly couldn’t take the bla for others?
It should be the opposite, right?
He clapped a claw, making up his mind to figure out a way to transmit the ssage to Xaries in the Pool of Radiance... the birth of Sahua Fishn has a bit to do with the free-spirited Elves as well.
So, even if the Elves never publicly admit it, Sekola could always get information and things exclusive to the Elves.
As long as he doesn’t cause trouble, just sending a ssage is an easy task.
The beautiful Milky Way and the various elental flas bursting over Chult Lake shimred in Edna’s eyes.
Struck by the purple stars that shattered all defenses, An He had his neck directly severed by a sharp scythe, sending his head flying several dozen ters and rolling a few tis on the ground.
Severed by Kranvo’s scythe, he didn’t even have a chance to say a few last words with that head.
All of An He’s sches ca to an end at this mont.
Kranvo walked slowly toward Edna from the swirling dust, draped in a black cloak.
"Wait!" Edna stopped him with a resolute tone.
"What... conditions do you have?" Kranvo’s hand holding the scythe clenched suddenly, seemingly halting even his soul fire.
"Sanda King Sister~" Edna smiled at the ruins beside her, "Can you clean up this guy? He just rolled through sothing particularly dirty~
I’m really afraid of coming into contact with dirty things."
"Holy Rain." A small gloved hand waved a familiar green Holy Scripture of Kranvo’s through the air.
A refreshing scented golden rain quickly fell from the sky... just like the faintly visible sun in the air.
"Ah..." Edna glanced upward, "Amanata is unleashing the ultimate move!
I just don’t know how much more ti he can buy ."
Watching the now rain-cleaned Master of Death, Edna handed the red Crystal Cyclan in her hand to him... even that skull face showed Kranvo’s nervousness.
"I don’t know when she will wake up." Edna said softly, "It depends on whether your Crystal Tower has strong enough Soul Power.
But supposedly, your tower is bare?
Midnight actually loves red very much~
She really doesn’t like the omnipresent blue and white of Josse Garden!"
"I will decorate our ho well." Kranvo spoke slowly, the exceptionally hoarse voice perhaps due to his skeletal body, or his excitent.
"So, when you have the ti, rember to talk to her about how to be a Magic God who soothes the Undead peacefully." Edna considered for a mont, still uneasy as she advised, "I think, you wouldn’t believe this guy would be competing with you for faith in the future? Jacob..."
"He doesn’t care about those divinities." Kranvo said firmly, "As long as Midnight doesn’t carry those divinities into AO’s embrace, Jacob will be a good-natured old man."
Edna smiled helplessly: "You’re much more clear-headed than Midnight."
"She used to be more rational than ." Kranvo clutched the crystal tightly in both hands, his divine artifact scythe could only float around him, "But my death made her beco extre.
Therefore, no one can accuse her of being too impulsive, except ."
Edna blinked: "Then, should I wish for you to see each other soon?"
Kranvo gently touched the crystal with his skull mouth, seemingly offering a loyal kiss to his lover, speaking tenderly: "No, as long as she can be by my side, that’s good enough, no matter what."
Edna couldn’t resist stepping back... this kind of dog food, even if it’s from her past life, is hard to swallow.
User Comments
0 comments from readers