Chapter 453 The Special Son of Baal (a 10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

"This is... Baldur's Gate? This time I actually teleported so far from the southern border of Tethyr..."

Standing in an unknown dark alley of the city pier, the boy whose clothes were stained black and red by his own blood stared dumbly at the ships docked on the plank road. He was stunned.

Apparently, he didn't know his exact location when he was caught because he was in the wild.

Later, Sarevok's men secretly transported him to an abandoned temple deep underground. Because of the black bag on his head, it was not clear where he passed along the way.

The only thing he knew was that the people arrested with him all had a common identity, that is, they were the descendants of Baal, the god of murder.

Yes!

Sarevok sacrificed not ordinary people, but his half-brothers and sisters.

Some of them were prisoners bought from other places at high prices, while others knew the identity of the other party and then sent their men to kidnap them.

Because Baal foresaw his own death, he created thousands of descendants with weak divinity and divine power in Faerûn, too many to count.

Races cover most of the humanoid creatures and 70% of the monster illustrations.

Especially in areas where his church and believers are most concentrated, there may be hundreds of Sons of Baal in one city and its surrounding areas.

This density and wide distribution caused that after the Year of Turmoil, even though some Baal followers killed and sacrificed a large number of Sons of God, the remaining number was still enough to start a bloody storm.

As Cyric fell into complete madness, the divinity and divine power that had been dormant in the sons of Baal were activated.

At the beginning, they just started to have all kinds of strange dreams uncontrollably, and then when they woke up from the dream, they would gain some spell-like abilities.

For example, priests and druids often use it to treat minor injuries;

Another example is the vampire touch, which can absorb the life force of others to restore one's own injuries;

Or summon divine energy to temporarily increase your strength, agility, and physical attributes.

In short, when these abilities appear, the sons of Baal are no longer ordinary people.

They will want to use these powers for their own benefit, and at the same time they will have a strong bloodthirsty tendency and killing impulse, and get an indescribable excitement and pleasure from it.

The more they kill and the more painful their deaths are, the more powerful the Sons of Baal become.

When they start to kill each other, divinity and divine power will begin to boil, and then continue to concentrate in the bodies of the surviving sons of God, eventually completing a leap from quantitative change to qualitative change, igniting the spark of divinity and becoming the new god of murder. .

This is why the wise Alando mentioned in his prophecy that the descendants of the murder god will cause war, killing and turmoil.

However, because of things like divine power and divinity, their essence is the power formed by the projection of the spirit and belief in the material world on the outer plane.

Therefore, although Baal's death and killing priesthood will have a huge impact, it is not static.

This can be gleaned from the various abilities acquired by the Sons of Baal after their awakening.

Among them, warriors like Sarevok and Aberdare, who were big and round, and often drew their swords to kill people when they disagreed, were naturally more inclined to heal, suck blood, and even transform into killers.

As for the sons of Baal who became wizards and warlocks, their abilities were mostly spells related to killing and death.

All in all, divinity is the essence of the Son of God, and various spell-like abilities are manifestations of divine power.

Since everyone's soul, thinking, character and cognition are different, there are no two Sons of Baal with exactly the same abilities in the world.

The human boy, who looked to be only six or seven years old at the moment, was the most special type among them. He was also the son of Baal who had the two talents of escape and survival.

Because he did not desire to kill, but simply wanted to survive the fight between brothers and sisters, the first ability he developed was random magic teleportation over long distances.

Whenever he encounters danger, the young son of Baal activates a quick-cast spell to escape from enemies who are pursuing him or trying to kill him. He can use it once a day.

Suspended death and self-healing are the second abilities acquired during the process of being tortured, abused and brutally sacrificed after being captured.

As you can tell from the name, this ability can cause a boy to fall into a state of complete cardiac arrest, respiratory arrest, and rapid body hypothermia after being fatally injured. From a biological point of view, it is no different from real death.

This state can last for at least a few hours.

When the enemy leaves, he will quickly recover, then reinstall the dug-out organs or severed heads and limbs, and return to normal within the next few minutes.

Because he was forced to participate as a sacrifice in several sacrificial rituals held by Baal believers or other powerful sons of Baal, he also absorbed a lot of divine power and divinity, so his mental growth was older than his appearance. More rebellious.

The previous behavior of giving the middle finger and peeing in the abandoned temple was an external manifestation.

There is no doubt that the boy hates his father, Baal, the god of murder, and even more hates those fanatical believers who want to kill him, as well as his brothers and sisters who are also the sons of Baal.

After all, in less than a few months, he had carried out at least a dozen random teleportations across most of Faerûn, and had been killed more than once by beheading, gutting, and disembowelment.

Even the family that adopted the boy immediately abandoned him without mercy after learning that he was the son of Baal.

The sudden and drastic changes made this little guy become a bit extreme, extreme, sinister and cynical.

In order to survive, he became more and more unscrupulous, even disregarding life.

"Damn it! It seems I have to change into clean clothes first, and then steal something and sell it for money." The boy muttered to himself as he narrowed his eyes.

No hesitation!

He quickly locked onto two guys who were sneaky like thieves, pulled out a ritual dagger he had taken in the temple, and followed them into a private house.

When he came out about three to five minutes later, the young son of Baal, who was almost as tall as a dwarf, came out carrying a bloody dagger.

Not only did he put on a set of clean clothes, but he also had a shriveled money bag in his hand.

There is no doubt that he personally killed the two members of the Shadow Thieves Guild in Baldur's Gate.

Although this guy only pretended to be dead in front of Sarevok, he was still essentially a son of Baal, and he was still a son of Baal who had awakened to divine power and divinity.

Coupled with the natural deception of children, many people are often killed by their sneak attacks inadvertently.

Taking the money found from the two thieves, the boy first went to eat something to fill his stomach, and then used all the remaining money to buy the best silk clothes and shoes and socks, dressing himself up as a rich man With the appearance of a young master, he went straight to the only shop selling magic items in Baldur's Gate - the Wizarding Grocery Store.

It was obvious that he was going to do something big.

Compared with ordinary goods that are not high in value and are extremely heavy, magic items are definitely good things that are easy to carry and easily converted into cash.

Even with the small stature of a six or seven-year-old boy, he can easily carry a few items on the run.

The only problem now is how to deceive the shopkeepers here and the numerous anti-theft magic alarms.

"Welcome! If you need help or consultation, you can come to me at any time."

As soon as they crossed the threshold, a young female apprentice wearing a blue robe standing in front of the counter took the initiative to say hello with a smile.

It is easy to see from her cordial attitude and skillful greetings that she has definitely undergone very professional training.

To be precise, ever since the boss here, Habatha Delin, who is also the archmage with the highest level of spellcasting in the area around Baldur's Gate, took over the concessions left by the red-robed wizards in many cities, he began to deal with the things at hand. Resources and markets are integrated.

In just a few years, it has successfully taken advantage of the large number of high-level spellcasters and lichs within the organization to form a monopoly on many areas.

Whether they are adventurers, mercenaries, or local nobles, wealthy businessmen, and governments, generally speaking, for their own safety and to ensure that they do not buy anything with a curse, they will look for the sign of the witchcraft grocery store and choose to shop here.

Because in the witchcraft grocery store, every bottle of potion and every piece of equipment is clearly marked with a price, and all uses and precautions are also stated, and there will never be any deliberate concealment of harm.

And we promise that if there are any quality problems, we will give the buyer at least double compensation.

This is obviously good news for those who don’t know much about magic but want to enjoy the benefits and conveniences it brings.

What's more, magic items are so expensive that even for many wealthy people they are out-and-out luxuries, and they must be carefully considered before making a choice.

At this time, the advantages of reputation, guarantee and after-sales service are reflected.

It's like buying generally cheaper daily necessities. Most people don't care about their brands and sales platforms.

But if you want to buy products that cost tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions, you will always look for the same brand and a sales platform with relatively complete after-sales guarantee, even if you have to spend a little more money.

Habaser Delin captured the psychology of consumers who buy magic items and created the first chain magic store covering a huge area in Faerûn.

He holds the market tightly with one hand and the channel with the other.

Other arcane spellcasters who want to make money by making and selling magic items often need to join them and accept a commission of about ten to fifteen percent in order to sell their items quickly, or buy them here. Rare materials, advanced scrolls and magic items.

Under this powerful combination of powerful forces, capital operations, and huge amounts of magic resources, the traditional "small workshops" based on individuals or wizard towers simply cannot compete with it.

Either they are quickly squeezed to the point where they can no longer survive and close down, or they can only join as a supplier and consumer.

Except for cities such as Waterdeep City and Silvermoon City, which have many high-level mage groups, other areas have fallen.

Especially around Baldur's Gate, which has not formed a unified political power at all, and the Kingdom of Tethyr, which has been mired in perennial civil war, magic resources are basically either directly controlled by the lichs of the Arcane Order, or controlled by their affiliated forces.

But this boy from the east of Faerûn obviously didn’t know how terrifying the background of the witchcraft grocery store was.

Not to mention that the famous red-robed mage Thel was taken away by a nine-ring [Iceberg Impact] just because he opened a concession in Baldur's Gate to grab business. Not even a single person was able to escape by chance.

Afterwards, the body was hung in the most conspicuous place for public display.

Otherwise, he would never have the idea of ​​stealing anything here.

Since everything in the Witch Grocery Store was clearly priced, the boy quickly targeted the most expensive items in the store.

Especially the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] with a price tag of 70,000 gold coins hanging on the shelf made his heart beat faster involuntarily and his breathing became rapid.

If he could steal this thing, even if he could sell it at half the price in the next city, it would be enough for him to hide in a village where no one knew him and spend the rest of his life.

As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger!

In order to live a good life away from the fighting between the sons of Baal, the boy took a deep breath and said to the female apprentice guarding the counter at the door: "I want to buy this!"

moment!

All the customers on the first floor subconsciously raised their heads and stared at this little guy with shocked and disbelieving eyes. They simply did not believe that a six or seven-year-old child could cough up a huge sum of 70,000 gold coins.

The female apprentice obviously didn't believe it either, and immediately came over and asked in a skeptical tone: "Are you sure? This powerful magic item is worth 70,000 gold coins! Do you know how big a pile of 70,000 gold coins is when put together?"

"Of course I know! Stop talking nonsense! Help me take it off the shelf." The boy urged, pretending to be impatient.

The reason why he didn't just take it and run away was mainly because he was afraid that there would be a fatal magic trap above.

Be aware that many stores that sell expensive items will install anti-theft systems on some of their most valuable items.

Some are just simple alarms, but others will spray acid, fire, lightning at the thief, or directly open a door to an extradimensional space and throw the person into a demiplane and lock him up.

For example, Waterdeep City's famous armor-making master, Hillmore, has some armors in his shop that are blessed with activation spells.

When a thief enters, the armor will come alive and attack.

“Well, I hope you did bring enough money to pay the bill.

You must know that making trouble here will cost you dearly.

We may not care about you as a child, but your parents will suffer huge losses because of this. "

After saying these warning words, the female apprentice reached out and took the [High-Level Sonic Boom Horn] off the shelf and handed it to the boy.

Before she could ask for payment, the boy suddenly grabbed the horn that emitted golden light, then hit the female apprentice's soft belly hard, turned around and rushed towards the door.

"Helm, God of Guards! My eyes are dazzled, or I'm experiencing an illusion. How dare someone in Baldur's Gate rob a witchcraft grocery store?"

"Hahahaha! There's something exciting to watch now!"

"I bet that boy is from out of town and has no idea what robbery means here."

"Yeah! I hope he doesn't pee his pants after being caught!"

All of a sudden, the customers who were still selecting their favorite magic items all acted like they were watching a good show.

"Damn you little bastard! I knew it!"

The female apprentice who was knocked down quickly got up from the ground, glared fiercely at the figure who was about to rush towards the door, and immediately used her authority to seal the exit.

The next second...

boom!

As expected, the boy hit an invisible force field wall.

Because he rushed too hard, he was knocked over by the huge reaction force and fell to pieces.

Just when he was about to activate his daily random teleportation ability to escape, he suddenly saw an old man wearing a purple robe appearing out of thin air in the hall, asking in a majestic voice: "What's going on? Why do you need to activate the protective spell to close it?" Entrance?"

"Master Habaser! It's that damn little brat! He wants to steal the [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] worth 70,000 gold coins!" The female apprentice quickly told the reason.

"Huh? What!"

Habaser was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to the boy who was struggling to get up from the ground, with a terrifying light flashing in his pupils.

Although his appearance looks the same as before, he is actually in the form of an immortal lich, so his whole body exudes an unsettling aura of fear.

As the son of Baal, the boy obviously felt that the Lich's body was full of negative energy symbolizing death. He immediately became extremely nervous and vigilant, and activated his teleportation ability without saying a word.

moment!

Dazzling white light spurted out from his body, and then the whole person disappeared.

This scene not only dumbfounded the female apprentice and the customers who were watching, but even Habaser himself was a little confused.

After all, teleportation magic is not something that just any mage can cast.

Needless to say, the long-distance teleportation technique of the fifth ring requires at least LV9 mage or warlock level to be able to learn it.

The fourth-ring short-distance arbitrary door also requires LV7 wizard and warlock levels.

Generally speaking, even rare geniuses are usually between twenty-five and thirty years old when they reach this level.

As for ordinary mages, they may not be able to cross the threshold of LV5 after a lifetime of hard work.

But now?

A boy who looked to be only six or seven years old actually instantly cast a four- or even five-ring teleportation spell in public, without chanting even a single syllable of the incantation or making any spell-casting movements.

It’s incredible!

At this moment, Habaser even forgot about the stolen [Advanced Sonic Boom Horn] worth 70,000 gold coins, and became very interested in the boy himself.

He quickly cast several prophecy spells and quickly confirmed the boy's current location by locating objects and people.

Immediately afterwards, he also performed a flawless teleportation, instantly crossing a huge distance in space and appearing directly near the rugged mountainous area, just blocking the boy's path.

It was obviously the first time for the latter to experience being caught just after randomly teleporting, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

But the problem is that the teleportation ability has been used once today, and there is no way to use it a second time within twenty-four hours.

So in desperation, he could only throw the [Higher Sonic Boom Horn] towards the lich, turn around and run wildly.

Habaser casually used a mage's hand to catch the horn, then touched his chin and whispered with interest: "No other spells were cast, and no teleportation was carried out again...

If nothing else, it should just be a natural spell-like ability.

interesting!

Let me find out whether you are the descendant of some powerful magical creature, or you have the blood of an alien creature, or you have received some kind of blessing. "

As the last word blurted out, the Lich quickly blessed himself with a flying technique, jumped into the air and chased after him.

In mid-air, he took out an activated rope from the dimensional bag he carried and threw it from a high altitude.

When the boy found out, he immediately pulled out his dagger and tried to cut the rope.

But unfortunately, his strength was too weak and he could not easily cut the tough rope, and he was quickly tied up.

"Oh - I've been really unlucky lately!"

After realizing that he had fallen, the boy quickly gave up his resistance and chose to lie down.

Anyway, he has the ability to fake death and self-heal. The worst he can do is die once and wait for the other party to leave before continuing to run away.

But what surprised the boy was that Habaser did not release magical flames, lightning or frost. Instead, he landed and asked in a slightly curious tone: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

"Is there any point in asking these questions now?"

The boy rolled his eyes angrily, showing the rebellious side of his character.

"Of course it makes sense. I really want to know your life experience and why you can cast teleportation magic instantly. And if you answer all the questions honestly, then I will not pursue your robbery in the store."

Habaser laid out the conditions calmly.

"real?"

The boy's eyes shone slightly.

Habaser smiled and nodded: "Of course it's true, I always keep my word.

But the premise is that you cannot lie, let alone deliberately conceal certain key information.

Otherwise the promise will be deemed invalid.

In addition, I will confirm it through magic. "

Upon hearing these words, the expression on the boy's face instantly became uncertain, as if he was hesitating and struggling.

After about a minute or two, he raised his head again and slowly said two words from his mouth: "Okay!"

"Very good, then we have reached an agreement. Now answer my previous question."

Habaser sat down on the stone next to him and assumed a listening posture.

The boy organized his language a little, and then said: "My name is Sancho, I originally lived in the city of Nice in Cesc.

As for the surname, I don’t know much about it myself.

For as long as I can remember, I have been an orphan and have no idea who my parents are.

Until one day, a group of guys claiming to be Baal's followers came to the door.

If you want to know why I can teleport instantly, it actually comes from a cursed bloodline.

Because my father is the famous murder god Baal, and I am a son of Baal.

In addition, this teleportation spell is completely random, and I don’t know where I will be teleported after using it. "

"Are you the son of Baal? That's it!"

As a core member of the organization, it is of course impossible for Habaser not to know the inside story.

After all, leader Zuo Si has recently been focusing on these sons of gods and the wars and killings they have caused on the west coast of Faerun.

Moreover, there are many records about beliefs and gods in the organization.

Therefore, the Lich is very aware of the teleportation ability of the boy in front of him, and its core is an external manifestation of divine power.

According to the intelligence collected so far, it can be confirmed that the awakened Son of Baal has at least one to two hundred kinds of spell-like abilities.

From attaching the power of death to weapons for physical attacks, to various divine, arcane and psychic powers, the breadth of coverage is simply incredible.

Although most of them are relatively low-level spells, they are enough to prove that divine power can completely simulate any known type of magic.

"I have answered the question, can you let me go now?" the boy who called himself Sancho asked cautiously.

Habaser replied without thinking: "Ah! Of course there is no problem. But before releasing you, I want to give you another choice."

"What choice?"

Sancho's eyes flashed with alarm.

"I believe you are tired of today's life of wandering and escaping without any sense of security at all, right?

The extra option I give you is to follow me to meet someone, someone who can change your destiny.

He also happens to be very interested in Sons of Baal like you.

And I noticed that you are actually very smart and have great potential. You should know that escaping like this is not an option at all.

One day, the other Sons of Baal will find you, kill you, and take away the power within you that belongs to Baal, the God of Murder.

But this person can help you. "

You knew without asking that Habaser wanted to introduce the very special boy in front of him to Zuo Si.

"Isn't it possible that the person you are talking about is a son of Baal like me?"

Sancho obviously didn't trust the lich in front of him.

To be precise, since he was abandoned by his adopted family, he no longer trusts anyone and is full of doubts about everything around him.

Habaser smiled and shook his head: "No, of course not.

If Lord Soth wants to kill you, or take away the power in your body.

With your current ability, there is no chance of resistance.

Come on, stand up and grab my arm and I'll take you to him now. "

With that said, the Lich released the activation rope.

Sancho was obviously dubious, but he still obediently grabbed the opponent's wide sleeves.

After experiencing many conspiracies, betrayals, and bloody sacrifices, he knew one truth: Never attempt to challenge someone who is countless times more powerful than yourself.

Otherwise, you will pay a very heavy price for this.

Along with the sound of chanting a spell, the boy felt a dazzling white light appear in front of his eyes, followed by the world spinning.

Just a second later, he appeared out of thin air in a room with several huge portals.

One of the portals is obviously open, and you can clearly see the bustling city and streets on the other side, as well as the huge oval-shaped aircraft that float across the sky from time to time, as well as various strange flying creatures.

Even the fearsome evil Chromatic Dragon.

But instead of attacking, these dragons could see knights and spellcasters holding strange weapons on their backs.

There is no doubt that this portal is connected to Plantia Floating City.

The oval-shaped aircraft the boy saw was an airship that had been put into mass production and used on a large scale.

Those flying creatures and dragons are the products of magical creatures and genetic engineering.

As more and more scientific research departments have completed breakthroughs in technology and theory, the floating city is developing crazily at an unimaginable speed, and something interesting will be produced almost every two or three months.

The magnificent scenery that blended modern technology and magic shocked Sancho, an aboriginal living in the medieval-style continent of Faerûn, from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't recover for a long time.

"Hey! Stop looking! Follow me quickly! If you can get the recognition and acceptance of Mr. Soth, you can live there in the past."

Habaser gently pulled the boy's collar.

Sancho woke up from a dream and couldn't help but ask: "Where is the portal? Is it located on other continents? Why have I never heard of it?"

"No, that's not another continent, not even Toril, but another plane and world."

Habaser then explained, then quickened his pace and walked through the corridor to the upper tower owner's exclusive room.

When the two came in, Zuo Si had obviously been notified in advance. He put away the Netherese scroll he was reading just now, sat on the sofa and gently stroked the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif, who had turned into a puppy. A very relaxing feeling.

"Sir, I have brought you someone."

Habaser put one hand on his chest and bowed.

For this young leader, he was obviously full of respect in his heart.

After all, there are more and more, richer, and more advanced magic materials in the organization, which are basically obtained by the other party from unknown sources, and are open to all core members.

As long as you accumulate enough contribution points, you can redeem the knowledge you want at will.

"Well done. Now go and do your work. Leave this son of Baal to me."

Zuo Si cast an approving glance at the lich.

The latter understood the situation and patted the boy's shoulder gently before turning around and disappearing at the end of the corridor.

When Habaser was completely gone, Zuo Si asked: "Do you want to drink something? Hot cocoa? Tea? Coffee? Juice? Or a can of Happy Fat House water?"

"Happy fat house water?"

Sancho blinked in confusion, obviously he had never heard of such a drink.

"Hehe, trust me, you will like it."

Zuo Si stood up with a smile, took out a red can from a cabinet that exuded a chill, opened it and handed it to the boy.

The cold feeling instantly alerted Sancho, and he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. He stared at the black liquid that was constantly bubbling and making noises and asked, "Are you sure this stuff is not poisonous and can be drunk?"

"Don't worry, I've been drinking for more than 20 years, am I still living well now?"

With that said, Zuo Si also opened a can, raised his head and took two sips.

Perhaps because he saw that the other party was also drinking, Sancho mustered up the courage to pour a little into his mouth, and the strange taste he had never experienced before quickly filled his taste buds.

Especially the excitement brought by the explosion of bubbles in his mouth, as well as the cool feeling, made his spirit suddenly become extremely excited.

With this strong sense of freshness, the boy quickly drank the whole can and burped loudly.

"how is the taste?"

Zuo Si asked casually.

"Hmm - it tastes weird, but it feels surprisingly good. What kind of drink is this? Why have I never seen it in a pub?"

Sancho licked his lips and put the empty aluminum can back on the table.

"A carbonated drink. You haven't seen it because it comes from another world."

Zuo Si didn't hide anything and gave the answer openly.

Because he comes from another world and has the ability to travel through time and space, it is no longer a secret on the west coast of Faerun, and there is no need to hide it.

Sancho was not surprised by this answer since he had seen the portal leading to the floating city.

And after drinking a can of ice-cold Happy Fat Mansion water, he obviously calmed down a lot, and finally summoned the courage to ask: "I heard from the mage just now that you are very interested in the Son of Baal?"

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, very, very interested. Especially a son of Baal like you who has successfully gotten rid of bloodlust and killing desire."

"I don't understand you."

A puzzled expression appeared on Sancho's young face.

"Think carefully about what the brothers and sisters you have met so far have in common." Zuo Si raised his hand and tapped his temple lightly as a reminder.

The boy lowered his head and pondered for a moment before answering in an uncertain tone: "They... are all cold, cruel and bloodthirsty?"

"That's right!

Under the influence of your father, the God of Murder, all Sons of Baal are inevitably driven to bloodlust and murder.

And it can get pleasure from it and produce strong addiction.

But you didn't.

If you don't mind, could you tell me how you did it? "

When saying these words, Zuo Si leaned forward slightly, his eyes flashing with blue light.

There is no doubt that blue mana is flowing in his body at the moment, constantly reading the other party's memories and thoughts.

"I'm not so sure either.

At the beginning, when I saw bloodshed and death for the first time, I became very excited.

But soon this excitement disappeared, replaced by a kind of indifference and numbness.

Generally speaking, unless I am forced to survive or forced into a blind corner, I will not kill easily.

Killing is as instinctive to me as breathing, but I don't enjoy it. "

Sancho used inaccurate words to roughly describe the changes that had happened to him.

But Zuo Si was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask: "What about death? Did you feel anything special when you fell into suspended animation and woke up again?"

"How...how do you know this?!"

The boy's eyes suddenly widened with horror on his face.

You must know that this is his biggest secret, and it is also the trump card that allows him to survive until now.

Now that he is suddenly exposed by an outsider, he will inevitably fall into deep fear.

Zuo Si noticed this and immediately comforted him softly: "Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything to you, I just want to find out what happened to you.

As far as I know, of all the Sons of Baal, only one succeeded in fending off the intrusion of Baal's divinity.

His name is Balthazar and he is a powerful warrior monk.

And you are the second one discovered so far.

You are special, much more special than you think.

do you know?

Successfully resisting the invasion of the will by the divinity of Baal means that the divinity in your body has undergone subversive changes.

It's no longer part of the God of Murder's power, but becomes something that's your own.

You have the potential to get rid of your father's influence, inherit the Blood Throne, and become a brand new god.

Rather than just becoming the nourishment for Baal's resurrection like other brothers and sisters.

If you wish, I can be your mentor and teach you how to develop and use this power.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to become a god.

I can teach you magic knowledge and make you an excellent mage. "

Gudong!

Sancho swallowed nervously when he heard these words, and dense beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

He simply couldn't believe that he, who only wanted to avoid being hunted and survive, actually had the potential to become a god.

What is God?

For most six or seven-year-old children, they may not even be able to understand, let alone have faith in a certain god.

But Sancho, who has been sacrificed several times, knows very well that God means a powerful force that transcends mortals and can have a decisive influence on the spirit and will of mortals.

Even though Baal, the god of murder, has been dead for many years, his fanatical followers are still trying to revive him.

And the simplest method is naturally to continuously kill the sons of Baal, so that divinity and divine power will continue to converge on the last individual.

Until the critical point was exceeded and the King of Slaughter finally returned from the star realm.

The reason why the Baal believers suddenly became so crazy actually has a lot to do with Bane, the god of tyranny.

It was the resurrection of this dark prince that gave them great encouragement.

"Why are you helping me?"

After a long silence, Sancho summoned up the courage to ask again.

Zuo Si raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully: "Because I want to understand the changes that have happened to you and the specific process of a mortal becoming a god.

This is a very interesting research topic, and you are a very rare research specimen.

Plus, if you end up being the new God of Murder, I get a new god as an ally.

Even if I fail, I can get a smart apprentice.

Why not do it? "

"Then will you protect me?"

Sancho had obviously realized that this choice might be related to his fate, so his heart began to beat wildly.

After all, he is only a child of six or seven years old now.

No matter how much experience you have, your mind is still far from being completely mature.

Zuo Si answered straightforwardly: "Yes!

But only within half a year.

You must study hard and become stronger in half a year, and then bravely face the challenges of fate.

Remember, the Sons of Baal had no choice before completely giving up their divinity and power.

Either eat other siblings or be eaten by other siblings.

Tell me, do you want to be a predator, or do you want to be someone else's food? "

"I don't want to be someone else's food! I want to be a predator!"

Sancho made his choice immediately without even hesitating.

"Excellent! I will be your mentor from now on. Since time is tight, let's skip the nutritious nonsense and get straight to the point."

boom!

With a muffled sound, Zuo Si put a thick pile of books that all apprentices must master on the table.

"I will give you two weeks to read all the contents recorded in these books.

Generally speaking, it takes at least a few months to a year or two for an ordinary mage apprentice to master this knowledge.

But you are different!

You are the son of God and have awakened divinity and divine power in your body, so your learning speed should be several times, ten times or even dozens of times that of ordinary people.

If there is anything you don’t understand or don’t understand, you can ask the tower’s consciousness and it will give you detailed answers.

I have prepared a room for you on the third floor of the tower. You can go and start studying now. "

"clear!"

Sancho picked up the books with some difficulty and turned to leave.

After watching him walk away completely, Atona, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, finally came out and asked in a slightly curious tone: "Master, what is the real reason why you accepted him as your disciple?"

"In order to understand the changes in the characteristics of divine power.

Haven't you noticed?

Something very interesting happened to this boy.

I'm not sure if it happened naturally or if some god did something to it.

Rather than letting him run around outside, it's better to watch him carefully under your nose.

I’ll give you a task, keep an eye on Sancho’s every move, but don’t attract his attention…”

Zuo Si stretched out his hand and stroked Succubus Loli's little head and ordered.