While Henry was assigning assignments to his men, a terrible conspiracy was brewing as Tester marched south to the border of the Mountains and the Mill Forest.

In an unnamed building, several people wrapped in cloaks sat around a large golden skull carved in the middle of a circular table, the evil mark of the fallen god of killing, Baal, and several raised arrows at the edge of the table, each aimed at one of the participants.

Suddenly, one of them slammed the table and stood up and roared at everyone: "Glion's adopted son has become a demigod!" His power is far beyond estimates, and we should have acted sooner rather than later! ”

"Don't worry so much, even if you become a demigod, the fate of that fool has already been sealed." The other hooded man said disdainfully.

It seems that in his eyes, the godhead has not reached the weak level of divine power is not worth mentioning at all, and his tone is unbelievable.

"Are you sure we can rest assured? The final plan is about to begin, and any uncertainties should be dealt with as much as possible. Another person very cautiously proposed to build yì.

"Of course, I can guarantee that this Son of Baal is finished, and he has nowhere to run." As he spoke, the corners of the mouth of the person sitting near the door turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Then I announce that the final plan has officially entered the countdown, and it will be officially launched in August and September next year, and the killing power will be condensed in this land like never before, and the throne will choose the most suitable master for it."

"Of course, all of us are waiting for this moment, aren't we?"

"But only one person can be the winner!"

"We need to deal with other competitors before we can do that, isn't that why we're aligned?"

"Then go and gather your army and get ready. The fierce fighting will soon begin. ”

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As the conversation goes deeper and deeper. The relationship between everyone present also began to become clear.

Obviously. They are not solid allies, but a fragile alliance that protects their own interests, and there are huge contradictions between them, and I am afraid that each guy wants everyone else to die in an accident so that he can reduce a strong competitor.

The meeting was very short, and after only ten minutes, one person stood up and announced with a sneer: "No matter what, the Killing Throne must belong to me in the end, and no one can take it away from me." ”

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out without looking back. Only a burst of unbridled laughter echoed in the hallway, which could not be subsided for a long time.

"Humph! What a megalomaniac, did he think that in this battle of the demigods, the dragon bloodline would still have much advantage? A slender woman sarcastically stared at the door.

The hooded man on the right side shook his head slightly: "No, don't underestimate that guy." I've heard that he's used some sort of enslavement to several of his kind, and I'm sure you're all aware of the terrifying destructive power that adult dragons can wreak in war. ”

"Hah! It's just a bunch of flying lizards, and our great giants have killed more than one dragon. ”

With that, a man twice as tall as the others stood up, slapped the table hard, and then pushed open the door and walked out. Judging by the flaming whiskers on his chin, there was no doubt that he was a powerful leader of the fire giants.

Over the next few minutes, the few remaining people also left. In the end, there were only two people who had never spoken, and they sat there motionless, especially the male who was sitting in the direction of the skeleton. His hands were always on the table, and he didn't even tremble at all.

Terrifying self-control!

Judging from the scarred backs of his hands and forearms, he should have been a warrior monk who had undergone cruel cultivation.

After all, apart from them, there is no second class in the entire Faren Continent that will use their hands as weapons, and refuse to use any shields or armor, in order to temper their flesh to the extreme, and finally even rival legendary weapons with their fists alone.

Of course, the pure physical body cannot achieve such an effect, and the warrior monk will also have an energy called qi. Through cultivation, meditation, tempering one's own state of mind, and channeling this powerful power stored in each person's body, he will give the enemy a fierce and continuous blow.

As representatives of order and self-discipline, their bodies and souls continue to progress and sublimate in continuous cultivation, and after entering the legend, they will undergo a strengthening from the inside out, turning from humans to outright magical creatures, not only immune to all diseases and toxins, but also possessing extremely terrifying physical and magical resistance, as long as they are not killed immediately, then the powerful self-healing ability can make all wounds heal within a few days.

It can be said that this is a very fragile profession in the early stage, and it is quite terrifying in the later stage, as long as it exceeds a certain level, then the body of the warrior monk will never age, and no matter how old it is, it will not begin to decline like warriors and thieves, so it is one of the few physical attack classes that can pose a great threat to the caster.

"Barzach, what do you think of those ambitious brothers and sisters?" The woman sitting across from the warrior monk asked with a meaningful smile as the corners of her mouth crossed an arc.

"Every son of Baal must die, this is my vow, and I will fulfill it no matter how many sins I bear. Baal's filthy bloodlines must be wiped out once and for all, and no one is exempt. After saying that, the man named Balzach instantly released a powerful aura, and all the empty chairs slammed and exploded into powder.

There is no doubt that he is a legendary warrior monk, and his control and use of his own "qi" has reached the pinnacle, and even a legendary mage may not be able to prevent it.

The woman bent down and grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it into the air, then opened her mouth and asked, "Why don't you use the divine power in your body?" I believe that as long as you break the seal, even if the four of them join forces, they will not be your opponents. ”

"I will not unleash this depraved and evil power, nor will I ever allow it to defile my soul. You die that heart, Melissand. Don't think I don't know what you're going to do. Balzach's tone was unequivocal. At the same time, he raised his head and stared at each other with eagle-like eyes.

If you change to an ordinary person. Under the oppression of the powerful will of the legendary warrior monk, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago. But the woman felt as if she didn't feel anything. just smiled lightly: "Hehe, you really deserve to be the most powerful of the five descendants, whether it is strength or soul." But alas, the other four are busy fighting for power, and you alone are not enough to fight against me. ”

After hearing this, Balzach clenched his fists hard and asked, "So Glion's adopted son is also a pawn arranged by you?" ”

'He's got a lot of potential and he's got a lot of great guys, so make good use of it. Maybe it will have an unexpected effect...... Of course, you can also give him a little help by the way, and it's your wish to get rid of all the Sons of Baal anyway, isn't it? The woman said with a strange smile on her face, then stood up and quickly disappeared into the doorway.

"Gods are not puppets you can manipulate at will, Melisand, even dead gods. Look, you're going to fall to pieces one day. Balzach muttered as he looked at the door.

He knew very well what the former First Priestess of the God of Slaughter was going to do, to betray and completely destroy all possibilities of Baal's resurrection, and then use the killing of the sons of the gods to secretly gather power. Seize the bloody god throne in one fell swoop.

Although this woman planned everything so perfectly, she missed one. The throne of the Killing can only be inherited by the Son of Killing, and as long as a Son of Baal is alive, she will never be truly recognized.

The meeting of the Five Alliances has finally come to an end, and with the departure of the legendary warrior monk Balzach, the structure in the wilderness has regained its tranquility. Except for a few people involved, no one knew what had happened here, and no one knew that in half a year, they would start a terrible war, all for the throne that hung in the air of Baal.

The two days passed quickly, and early in the morning of the third day, a few kilometers outside the gates of Ascalla, three huge airships rose into the air again, slowly heading in the direction of the Baldur's Gate in the north.

Maybe it was because of the deterrent power of Henry's legendary mage, or maybe it was that Kersma did have some prestige and ability, in short, none of the more than 200 masked mages tried to escape, and many even brought their own relatives with them.

In order to show his principle that meritorious deeds must be rewarded and mistakes must be punished, Henry gave the old man a scroll of seventh-level magic limited wishes in public, and it was not his concern whether the other party used it to prolong his life or do something else.

In addition, he was accompanied by Kaidong's wife and two daughters. With the help of the barbarian warriors, the move went very smoothly, except for the house itself and the floor, even small objects such as curtains and flower pots were not spared, and they were all thrown into the hanging warehouse.

The girls who were riding the aircraft for the first time seemed very excited, and the elf Lori also became much more cheerful because of the company of her peers, and the corridor was full of laughter for a while, mixed with the barking of the elven hounds.

"Pretty little guys, aren't they?" Kaidong said with a relieved face.

"yes, maybe you can bring them with you in the future, so that Elenia doesn't have nightmares so often." As he spoke, Henry turned his head to look out the window at the dragons flying in formation and the multi-armed giants they were dragging on.

Since the end of the Battle of Sodenisra, all the dragons who have been captured have been locked up by the "Mithril Chains of Sorrow", and they have reluctantly become captives.

The brown dragon Otagos and the black dragon Oroxes were always hovering around and watching over every guy, and the slightest dishonesty was a violent beating, and even the two female green dragons were raised to become overseers. In just a few days, the two of them had violently established their authority among the dragons.

As for the multi-armed giant, it was completely because of its large size, and there was no way to stuff it into the hanging warehouse, so he had to ask for a tough net from the elves, and the dragons dragged him around the airship. The apathetic giant doesn't care about this, and is even in the mood to catch a bird flying by as a snack.

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