In the Aratan house, Aemon came back and took a bath, ate some breakfast casually, and then went back to his room and slept under the covers. She slept very quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked very cute, not at all as naughty as when she was awake.

However, this tranquility did not last long, and after more than an hour, it took a sharp turn, not only began to frown, but also clenched his fists, his whole body was trembling, and his lips were a little pale, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.

In the dream, the girl returns to Candlecastle and meets the innkeeper Winthrop again, the scholar Karen Sr., who taught her, and the dead Gryan. Just as they were talking and laughing, Aberdell suddenly barged in. He was covered in blood, his expression was very painful, and he opened his mouth several times to say something, but finally gave up.

Seeing this situation, Ammon hurriedly rushed up to ask for clarification, but he didn't know what was going on, and the distance between the two was not only not tightened, but became farther and farther away. Behind Aberdale, she vaguely saw the shadows of two people, one of whom was Shalovok, who had been defeated in the Baldur's Gate turmoil, and the other was Joan, who had used them to perform a brutal yàn. Irenikas.

Especially the latter, whose eyes exuded hollowness, coldness and ruthlessness, suddenly made people feel like they had entered an ice cellar, and instantly a cool breath came out from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help but shiver. In the blink of an eye, Aberdell disappeared from sight, followed by a deep voice in his ear.

"Don't be nostalgic for life...... Don't rebel against fate...... See through the pain...... Feel the potential of the endless...... Embrace it...... Possess it...... Conquer it...... This is Barr's rich legacy...... Take it into your control...... Become an immortal being......"

As soon as the words fell, a tall figure suddenly appeared in sight. Aemon had never seen this man, though. But instinct told her that this was her father. Baal, the murder god who fell in a turbulent year. His eyes were blood-red. With a hideous expression, he suddenly let out a loud cry and slammed into his chest.

After a few seconds, a flame quickly rose and began to burn violently at the location of the heart. Pain, endless pain, every cell is squeezing rapidly, and finally the whole person becomes charred. But here's the amazing thing. Even though the body was dead, the consciousness remained awake, and an inexplicable power began to flow from the depths of the soul.

"Ah!!!!h Ammon screamed and awoke from the nightmare, revealing that her whole body was soaked with sweat, and her silk pajamas clung to her skin, revealing the pure curves of a girl.

She combed her wet hair, gasping for breath and muttering to herself with a wry smile: "What a terrible dream, it's just like the real thing." Does this portend something? Or am I cranky again? ”

"Nope. That's not a fantasy, it's not a sign of anything. It is the metamorphosis of divinity. Your mortal side is drifting away, and if it continues like this, it won't be long before you say goodbye to your past and embark on the path to godhood. A road that is the envy of countless people, but extremely difficult. With that, Henry pushed the door open and walked in.

His tone was very heavy, and his expression was a little ugly. Because this girl almost lost her human qualities just now, and became a demigod hero with zero godhead. You must know that the part of her divinity that belongs to Baal has not been erased, and if it really succeeds at this time, then it will inevitably be affected by some influences, and it will eventually become the nourishment for the resurrection of the God of Killing.

Hearing this explanation, Ammon couldn't help but shudder, and asked with his hands on his chest trembling, "You...... Do you mean to say that I will forget the past? Forget those loved ones and friends? ”

Henry walked over to the bed, took the girl in his arms, gently stroked her smooth back, and explained, "That's right, that's the price of being a god. If you don't want to inherit the throne of the God of Killing, then try to suppress the power from now on, and at the same time, you can't easily transform into a Killer. ”

"I see, I don't want to be a god and forget the past, it's chilling to think about. By the way, I also dreamed of Aberdell, who was covered in blood and looked like he was asking for help......"

Aemon recounted the dream she had just had, and now she was more and more worried about her only relative by blood, and she vaguely felt as if something serious had happened.

"Is it finally getting started?" Henry thought to himself.

You must know that this is not a dream in the ordinary sense, but the connection between the two sons of Baal, Aberdale and Ammon, which marks the beginning of Joan. Irenikas' study of divinity has come to an end. In a sense, this is the beginning of the final fate, and the enemies in the future are more terrible than the other, and the real one is to advance without retreating, and to survive in death.

"What? Did you think of something? Ammon asked eagerly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, especially that Aberdell's anguished face was so real that it didn't feel like a simple dream at all.

"I think the Forbidden Prison has probably been overwhelmed by Joan. Erenica took control, and Aberdell once again fell under his control, forced to perform a brutal act. Henry sighed slightly and went straight to the facts. He knew that his movements had to be accelerated, otherwise if he continued to grind like this, Aberdale would probably be hopeless.

"What!!" Ammon sat up suddenly, a shocked expression on his face. She grabbed her hair hard and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it! Damn it! I knew something had to happen! Now what? Should we go to sea right away? ”

Henry nodded very sternly: "That's right, we went to sea overnight tonight to try our best to rush to the Forbidden Demon Prison on Brinroe Island." To tell you the truth, my son Alan was kidnapped by a group of dark elves a few days ago, and he happened to be on his way to the Dark Regions. ”

On his way back, he stopped by the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves Guild and met with Renault. The bloodhead asked for a ship, and the captain was, of course, the famous Simon. Havarian.

This dude is notoriously fond of betrayal in the game, not only teasing the player repeatedly. And the skin is definitely thicker than the city walls. It's clear that you've deceived people, and you're still arrogant. It's a paragon of shamelessness. But it doesn't seem to be good without him, because a lot of the plot appears in the instigation of this guy, and once it's out of touch, I'm afraid I'm going to look for Uster. The city of Naza, let alone save people.

Knowing that he would be able to leave soon, Aemon was ecstatic and asked, "Really?!! We'll be able to leave tonight?! ”

"That's right, just tonight. But not us, just you and me, everyone else will be left here. The trip was dangerous. The fewer people involved, the better. ”

For Henry, this journey is bound to be accompanied by blood, cruelty and carnage, and it is definitely not suitable for teammates with good factions. Especially the rigid paladin girl Selleph, once she learns that she is going to slaughter the city, she may turn her face on the spot. Hina the dragon girl is a little soft-hearted, and it is obviously not suitable. As for Yao En, forget it, he can't control his nonsense mouth at all.

"Just the two of us! Are you sure? Ammon asked, surprised.

"It's just the two of us who go out to sea by boat, and a few more people will join us when we get to the island. Don't worry, I'll arrange a qiē. Other than that. You'd better start preparing now, especially if you have enough spellcasting materials. Henry finished his advice and left the room.

He and Renault. There is also a convention for the bloodhead. The vampire's lair must be swept before leaving. To this end, Arcanis has taken the elite of the guild to the cemetery first, preparing to destroy the vampire's foundation in one fell swoop, kill all the undead creatures inside, and restore the prestige of the shadow thieves in this city.

Due to the crying father who was beaten by the vampire some time ago, a large area of territory was lost, and the prestige of the shadow thief was not as good as before, and many ambitious leaders began to be eager to try, although no one dared to stand up directly to challenge Renault's dominance, but in private it has begun to be in tandem, and there are many small actions.

Obviously, he wanted to use this opportunity to re-establish his prestige and make those who were ready to make a move realize who was the boss of the underworld, so as to achieve the goal of subduing the subordinate guilds without blood. In order to ensure that this operation was foolproof, the Shadow Thief made a bloody investment, not only recruiting all the elites, but also letting the legendary thief Arcanis personally lead the team.

At noon, at the entrance to the underground labyrinth in the cemetery, more than a dozen elite assassins were quietly crouching on the ground, and next to them was a guy dressed as a mage holding a huge stone golem. These people have been waiting here for a long time, but none of them have complained out loud.

Of course, they didn't dare to complain either. Didn't you see that the Arcanis who led the team this time squatted on the ground very patiently and carved wood.

Suddenly, a portal appeared out of thin air. Quite a few people immediately drew their weapons, and nervous expressions appeared on their faces.

Their worries were obviously a bit unnecessary, though, and a second later, Henry appeared in place with a tired look on his face. He first glanced at everyone, then spread his hands with a smile: "Sorry, I went to take care of a little thing, so I'm late." ”

"It doesn't matter, the strong are always privileged. Come on, it's time for those vampires to show us how good we are. As he spoke, Arcanis put away the wood carving in his hand, stood up and moved his hands and feet. There was a spark of hatred in his eyes, and he was clearly still haunted by the last time he was attacked by Bardy, and wanted to get back on the ground during this operation.

But Henry knew that it was no longer possible. Because the vampire queen's heart has been taken away by Robert, and she is too dead to die. He rubbed his somewhat dry eyes and asked, "Do you have any plans?" Or to put it another way, what are the special requirements for the blood head? ”

The corners of Arcanis's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile: "The boss said, as long as these little bats are dead, whatever you want, even if it blows up the entire cemetery into the sky, he will be responsible for carrying it." ”

"Oh? That's pretty good, I can have a good time. Henry's eyes also shot a cold light. It seems that the shadow thief has already communicated with the council, otherwise he would never dare to say such a thing. In this case, he can use those extremely destructive spells to his heart's content, and he doesn't have to worry about the ground collapsing after the foundation is destroyed.

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