Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 1180: Conversation in the depths of the soul

The undead have indeed done a great thing.

As soon as the prayers of the hags stopped, Hei Tong's body, which was about to condense into shape, began to blur a little bit again.

These hags born from the depths of the Styx have inherently high soul strength. Once they reach level 12 or above, they can even compete with extraordinary mages in terms of spiritual power.

So although the number is not too much... But in Toril, this is really enough to support a ceremony of conferring gods, and the support provided to Hei Tong is very strong.

So their failure actually means the end of Hei Tong.

Edna showed a very happy smile: "Ah... It seems that our side won the battle outside!"

Midnight glanced at her: "Then, can we turn her back into a waste?"

The corners of Edna's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Think about the future, maybe one day you will need her soul fragments for patching, please call her a residue.

If it is abandoned, it is easy to accidentally injure ourselves. "

"This is the biggest difference between us, right?" Midnight's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "I... really don't want this, impure soul."

Hei Tong, who was beaten terribly by the attacks of the two previous and future lives who were talking, suddenly sneered: "Stupid!"

Then she completely gave up struggling, and turned herself into a little bit of light, leaving only a cold sentence: "The future is still long! Don't let me take another chance!"

Looking at the blue light all over the sky at Midnight, he showed a bright smile: "Eh? Does she expect anyone to pray for her in the future?

100 years later, who knows who she is?

You say, right? Edna. "

Edna hesitated for a while, and then slowly said: "You still plan to let Mystra's previous life be all your credit?"

"Achievement?" Midnight chewed these two words, with a strange smile on his face, "Isn't that a dying struggle?

A **** who can't even decide his own position, what kind of **** is he! "

"But... didn't you become Mystra's target to avenge Cyric?" Edna asked puzzled, "Just deal with him wholeheartedly? In that case, even Kelan Wo can help you, not stop you."

"Probably because I am also ambitious, right?

I don't know what will happen to you in the future, but standing in the center of the magic net, the entire Toril is in front of you, as if you can control it with your hands... The temptation to rule the world is too strong.

People change all the time.

I hope you hold on longer than I do, and don't really let that **** come out again. Midnight suddenly sat on the ground, patted his side with one hand, "Come and chat, I don't have much time, it all depends on when that big snake rushes out!"

Tsk, it would be great if he could really succeed, and end this world quickly.

Toril will reincarnate a few more times, then the old immortal will probably have to sleep, why not just sleep to death? "

Of course Edna also has a similar memory, she sometimes suspects that the reason why Mystra will simply lose her soul in this century is because she doesn't want to follow her up and down again and again.

After all, that person really loves Toril very much.

If it was her, maybe it wouldn't be so painful, but if it was Midnight... Forget it, Midnight would not choose to sacrifice herself like Mi Stria.

A truly kind-hearted person like Mistrui probably couldn't stand AO's torment: He was clearly watching the mortals multiply with joy, but as a result, billions of people were reduced to ashes in an instant because of those experiments... ...How powerful is the original author of the Nether Scroll! It's not that the whole family is wiped out.

In Toril now, the reason why there are various restrictions on the road of destiny every time is the lesson brought by the previous eras.

People with strong abilities, and the gods who were not very controlled at that time... Taiji, the goddess of fate, and Yegalko, the **** of death, are still aloof!

When they encounter the blow of fate, the resistance they can make is not as small as it is now.

The reason why Taiji had to die was not just because of threats, she really did a lot of things.

If it hadn't been played off, how could AO have made the descendants of the nine-faced dragon **** the master of the world first, and had to introduce other races, such as elves and dwarves, to limit the dragon.

You know, in the shadow world of Abel, there used to be only primordial beings...Toril's real primordial beings were beaten almost to extinction by a giant dragon in that world.

If it weren't for AO to personally pull the sidelines, heh~ Abel would not have two continents with the same strength!

"How do I feel, your hatred for Cyric is not as deep as... I thought." Edna gathered her skirt and sat sideways beside Midnight.

Midnight, who sat cross-legged on the floor, slapped his plump thigh viciously: "Of course I hate him!

I can understand that he took the slate of fate, but...why did Kelenvor have to be killed?

Even if you are dissatisfied with Kelenvor and me, can dissatisfaction kill teammates who have lived and died together for so long?

It's not like they never lived happily together.

It's true, though, that I've kind of lost the will to fight since he went mad.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have done so many things. "

"Why?" Edna asked from the bottom of her heart. She never understood why Midnight suddenly shifted from whole-hearted revenge to the theocratic power in the hands of Unification, something she didn't really care about at all.

"Because of desperation." Midnight leaned on his thigh with one hand, pressed his chin on that hand, and looked ahead in confusion, "Cyric, you are a very cunning person.

With his personality, he would never open and read things like the Siri Sutra by himself... such a stupid mistake, even a brain like Ambowry would not make it.

But he just opened it by himself so stupidly! "

Midnight looked sideways at Edna: "Maybe, other people, other gods, would really think it was an accident, but his old teammates, who would believe it?

A head as straight as Kelemvor's can't! "

She opened her hands wide: "I thought the world was in my arms, but in the end I found myself just a moth standing in someone else's net.

As for the mantis next to me, the mantis that I hated so much, the mantis that ate my companions, except for the two knives on both arms that can swing wildly, hurting everyone who passes by, most of its body has already died. I was strangled to death by that net.

At any time, the owner of the net can be strangled to death with a single thought.

From that day on, I knew that the one who ran amok outside and acted mischievously was no longer the same Cyric as before.

For his own strength, devouring gods, and suppressing theocracy, he turned into spider eggs injected into his body by spiders.

And now... the spider eggs have hatched, haven't they?

Have you seen Cyric in my memory, although he has always been gloomy, did he manage to use his female face to seduce Heim? "

Edna pondered and said: "But, this is the result of his own greed!

As long as you keep yourself, within the allowed range..."

"But why!" Midnight widened his eyes and said viciously, "If even after becoming a powerful god, I can only toss around in the circle drawn by others, then what am I?

I don't care for such a fake power! "

"What if you just obey God?" Edna asked lightly, "Looking at everything outside, how can you obey God?

Are you still so irritable? "

"If I didn't have the ability, I... would probably be like Kelenvor?" After midnight calmed down, he said slowly, "Although it is said that Kelenvor is a powerful divine power, but... that power is False, Kelan Wo's real strength should only be said to be stronger than some weak gods.

Jergal is the real lord of the underworld, Kelemvor can only do things according to his will, the power of Styx does not belong to him.

That's... not much to say.

Cyric gave up the priesthood of death as soon as he lost his mind. He is not really as smart as the outside says...and he chooses the domain of God that he most yearns for...put TM's P!

Is that the thing he wants and throws away whenever he wants?

Mirkor can't even do it!

Ben tossed for so long, and even threw himself into AO's arms, wasn't it because he wanted his own power?

I don't believe you can't see it, there will be a year of turmoil, and it's actually those two old immortals fighting. "

Edna shook her head helplessly: "Then why can't you regard yourself as Kelenvor, what is the difference between Jergal and AO?"

"Probably because the mentality is different?" Midnight suddenly laughed, "I can still distinguish between the borrowed power and my own power.

Isn't the black pupil the same?

Finding that her own strength cannot be suppressed, she must have done something to become a decapitated ghost as she will surpass her powerful divine power sooner or later.

AO is only using strength to suppress us, and does not have the absolute control over Styx like Jergal. "

She looked at Edna and pursed her lips: "With your mentality, it is estimated that you can last a little longer than us.

Ah, definitely better than me.

Then...better than Heitong~

But ~IndoMTL.com~ Can you guarantee that you will never want to be the real master of the world?

The magic net... the feeling of standing in the middle and overlooking the world is really too tempting. "

Edna stared at her, and said seriously: "But you, don't you want it? Mystra, wouldn't you rather disappear?"

"Mystra, I really love everyone, no matter good or evil." Midnight said suddenly, "I can't do that, I only like kind people.

My heart, my soul tells me that if I have to change even my nature, then... it is better not to see each other again. "

Edna sighed: "But I don't really want to be influenced by you! Sometimes, your surging emotions are really... obviously I am a very stable person!"

"Are you kidding me?" Midnight said dumbfounded, "Your brain is full of ghost ideas, and you still think about eating melons and watching movies every day, how dare you say that about me?"

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