Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 1170: Soul war, there is only one winner

Hei Tong's illusory body couldn't help shaking.

She originally thought that Midnight and Edna would fight first... The Toril gods have always been used to killing the strongest one first.

But Edna directly chose to shift Midnight's attention to her!

Really... Although she has a little understanding of the outside world, Hei Tong's soul is too weak after all, she can't stay awake all the time.

And Edna is a very standard mage, and she has contained her soul power very well... When she was a child, her dream teaching was still dominated by the consciousness of black pupils in oil paintings. The black pupil was built to summon her, and it didn't work for two years before it was reversed.

If Edna doesn't want to go to class, then even if she sleeps for a few days and nights, Hei Tong can't take her into the classroom.

The shrewd little girl continued to live the life of going to class every day after making sure that the black pupil would not be resurrected on her body after repeated trials.

Hei Tong looked hesitantly at Midnight, who was already full of fighting spirit...Why is this guy so provocative?

With so many things happening, is she not alert at all?

Hei Tong hesitated to speak but stopped... She suddenly remembered that once she made up her mind, she would never listen to others again, and her speaking skills might cause more serious problems.

Midnight when she wanted to fight turned into midnight when she exploded, and she might have died on the spot.

But she, even with the help of that sliver of divine power, these soul fragments in the magic net are too weak, Edna has been calling those Chessenta mages are scum, but she... what is the difference? Woolen cloth?

Hei Tong looked at Edna's sea of ​​souls resolutely: The only thing she can do now is to find a helper!

Edna's expression was serious.

She was waiting, waiting for a result she did not want to see.

However, the residual consciousness attached to her soul still did not choose her.

Edna's spiritual sea was built very firmly by her, and the only thing that could get out was the fragment of the oil painting that had resonated with her spirit for a long time.

Edna's stern expression slowly revealed a hint of sadness: Edna could understand that Heitong would definitely help her, this was related to survival, and few people would choose to give up.

But from then on, she also lost her first teacher forever.

The eight years of staying together has come to an end.

The moment Edna saw Heitong standing in the sea of ​​spirits, she thought of the teacher in her oil painting. She has enough ability and enough time to stop this stalk of consciousness.

But she doesn't want to.

She doesn't want to keep something that is bound to be lost... so what if she keeps it?

False love forever?

Furthermore, although Heitong's spiritual sense is conscientious in teaching her because of all kinds of misunderstandings, it is also kindness.

Edna, who grew up around the undead, often heard stories of karma and retribution.

She doesn't know if Toril has a similar relationship, but she is willing to take the risk... Anyway, from now on, she doesn't owe Heitong anything!

Starlight flickered in Midnight's hand, and blue gemstones floated up behind her, forming a long sword of stars, pointing straight at the black pupil.

She turned her head to look at Edna: "Although I don't know what you want to do, I would rather kill Hei Tong first."

Then she looked at the black pupil who was about to speak, and sneered: "I'm notoriously brainless, impulsive and extreme, so you don't need to talk nonsense!

It's annoying to see you! "

Edna blinked and smiled helplessly.

Then she also took a stance, watching the black pupil that slowly turned from illusion to reality, condensing purple gemstones like stars... The same long sword was also pointed at the black pupil.

"How did she do it?" Midnight asked curiously, "Which old concubine dares to make a move at this time?

What's the use of helping her?

Don't tell me, Toril still has this, ah... eternal love story.

If so, why didn't he block that knife for Heitong back then. "

"Safras is right next to you!" Edna smiled like a flower, "Both of us, no matter who appears, he will die.

Only the black pupil is his last straw.

How interesting~

I thought she would ask Azuth for help!

I really panicked, no matter how I put it, I have been wandering around for so long as my granddaughter!

As a result, she chose the closest and useless Savras... She didn't intend to trust Azuth at all.

Also, remembering the lost lover does not mean willing to give up everything for her... Even if most of Azuth's followers were once her followers.

That's why she chose Sufras, who had no way out, and there was only one way for the glass head to go, and she would definitely hold on to her straw.

Otherwise, you might have to follow Manx directly to hell!

Hey~

What a perfect couple, what do you think? "

"Heh~" Midnight sneered, "That is, after all, Heitong's choice! But, can you not call her Manx?"

Hei Tong didn't care about the puns of the two women on the opposite side at all, she just sensed the stronger and stronger soul power in her body... Savras should at least find a very strong believer and be devout beside her I pray that she can return to the world.

Then it's not like she's incapable of fighting...Leaving aside Midnight, Heitong didn't believe that cunning Edna would not hold back!

Smart people always think too much.

She will win!

Edna doesn't have any disciples to use!

Midnight? Who can she find?

We can't let Kelenvor find skeletons to work, can we?

Hehe, the prayers of the dead are useless.

Phantoms of small animals also appeared around Heitong, and they crazily slammed into the two star swords.

The divine sense of the oil painting can be used, and Safras has a large number of Harua mages... The Halua mage who once believed in her is beside her, and fate is on her side!

Victory will only be hers!

"What is this for?" Selûne pointed at the giant screen and asked blankly.

On the huge black screen, there were bursts of pious prayers from several white sailboats: For Mystra.

But after listening for a while, Selûne realized that every word pointed to the former black pupil!

Even the description of the badge is an old version: a blue and white star!

Only the achievements of Heitong are praised, and nothing about the events after the turbulent years is mentioned.

"Soul War?" Shar suddenly appeared, looking at the giant screen without blinking: "This is interesting, I thought that only Midnight could compete with Edna for the dominance...these two are fighting If so, victory is decided from the very beginning, isn't it?

Can you have black pupils?

How could Edna give her a chance? "

"Dear Ms. Dark Night, can you speak more clearly?" A loud voice came from the study, and the 'Old Sanda King' carrying a tablet poked its head out from the door, "Edna What happened?

Is the nagging in there harmful to her? "

"This is a hurdle she must pass before becoming a god." Shar looked at the concerned female priest and smiled, "No one can help her in the battle of the soul.

As for those prayers... All I can say is that they didn't help Edna. "

"Just pray?" The "Old Sanda King" widened his eyes.

"Undead are not allowed~" Lansander said solemnly, "Your souls cannot resonate with Toril's magic net."

"That's fine if you're from Toril!" The "Old Sanda King" thought about it, and then asked tentatively, "It doesn't matter if you're not so pious, right?"

"Those in the giant screen are also cramming, but the mages with powerful souls can hold up to a thousand ordinary people." Shar glanced at her and answered readily.

"The number of people has never been a problem." The "Old Sanda King" quickly waved his hands, and his fingers quickly made scratches on the tablet.

In less than ten minutes, Shar and Selûne looked at her at the same time.

"Am, are there still so many people alive? There are at least 200,000 people praying with this volume!

Did you even stay with the soldiers? "Selûne asked curiously.

"We don't like to kill, especially, powerless civilians.

Among the soldiers in Amn, there are many children who have just grown up, or are even about to grow up, and they are just apprentices! "The Elder Sanda King" replied with a smile, "Besides, there are so many real children in Amn!"

Could it be possible that we killed their fathers, and then let their mothers who are not used to going out get used to the life of supporting themselves as soon as possible?

The change of concept does not happen in a day or two. We...maybe some people are willing to help these women who have lost their will to live, but most of them are still unwilling to do such a boring thing.

You can't watch children wait to die, can you?

So, although it took a little work, as long as there are no major problems, we will save them.

Thanks Hill for giving us enough oil paintings. "

Sill, who was still sitting in the pool, smiled and looked up: "That's William willing to spend money."

The "Elderly Sanda King" held up the tablet in his hand: "Edna is also very willing, so, can I accept the task? Hill."

The beautiful and lovely female pastor looked at Hill eagerly: "Please, don't reject me!

What's more... don't say wait until the battle is over~IndoMTL.com~ Before Edna left, she said it so easily, I thought it was really going through the motions!

I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

I really hope that when she comes back, she will directly see her cyclamen. "

"Isn't this already agreed?" Hill beckoned to her, "What kind of blueprint did you come up with, and patch me like this, lest I refuse?"

Then he couldn't help but change his face: "So many hollows! So many polymetallic smelting! So many inlays!

You think I can make a house grow by itself? "

"But Hill can do it~"'Old Sanda King' leaned towards him cautiously, smiling like a sunflower, "Look, for you, it just takes a few more days of effort Something?"

(End of this chapter)

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