Middle-earth, Zhentil Keep.

Ever since the Saint Catastrophe began and the gods fell and were forced to walk the world in the form of mortal saints, Bane, the God of Strife, has not been idle, or in other words, he cannot be idle at all.

He needs constant activity and thinking to divert his attention from his distressing mortal state.

After thousands of years, he has long forgotten what it is like to be a mortal.

It felt like my soul was stuffed into an endlessly complex machine that responded to feelings and actions only after giving commands.

And what he had to admit was that when he turned his attention to the inside of his body from a god's perspective and examined the condition of the mortal body he was forced to use, when he immersed his consciousness in the endless blood flow of his body When he was in a single red blood cell and allowed his body to decide the path of exploration, he felt the mystery and charm in the microscopic world that could rival divinity itself.

He knows that this is the miracle of life itself, and it is also a mystery that mortals may not be able to solve even in their lifetime.

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However, he knew that the current puzzle was a 'trap' for him at this moment.

Because if he insists on indulging in the microscopic level of mortals, for him now, not only will it not be able to directly bring him strength.

On the contrary, it will make him, who was once a god, fall into a dangerous dilemma of 'dimensionality reduction'.

When they were thrown out of the divine world by the saint, they had already experienced this deeply. The possibilities that had happened at the same time in front of them were like being cut off by sharp blades, as if they fell into a maze where they could only see the front and the back. .

Although they had been able to see endless possibilities, they had never been able to 'foresee' that a silver dragon that they had never considered a threat would actually smash their original plans in such an incredible way at a critical moment. sophisticated planning

But now that the situation has happened, we can only do our best to restore it.

Therefore, he must force himself to get rid of this "low-level taste", and start to set up barriers in the body and brain where he is forced to settle, strengthen and train his perception, so that it can continue to expand and re-expand outwards, and no longer succumb to being Locked in a mortal body.

Bane is a god, and miracles used to be boring and commonplace to him.

Because gods are miracles themselves.

But now that he is bound by the rules of the world, he knows that he must focus on dealing with the sudden war and challenge in front of him before he can return to his own kingdom of God and regain everything that was taken away by that damn silver dragon!

By then, he would have endless time to satisfy his curiosity and hunger for miracles.

It has to be said that the current situation is terrible for any existence.

The only thing that made him feel relaxed and proud was that on the first day he came to this city, his followers headed by Agarson had already taken care of everything for him and allowed the original human beings in this city to Rulers knelt before him like puppets and put everything they had at his disposal.

A bloodless coup and the slightest bit of power back in hand gave Ben a little sense of peace of mind.

But not enough is far from enough!

He needs to use his minions to control as much human fodder as possible to smear on his wheel of conspiracy to deal with the imminent war brought about by the goddess of magic.

So under the will of the god of strife, the piles of rubble destroyed by the 'meteor' were quickly cleared away, a new Temple of Death began to be built in the city, and the walls outside Zhentil Castle began to be reinforced.

On the third day after Bane came to the main material plane, he actually began to dream like a mortal.

In his dream, he saw Mystra, the goddess of magic spilling blood into the sky and falling from the clouds.

But even when facing death, she still had a smile on her face.

At the same time, at the end of the dream, he also witnessed his own death

No!

So Ben woke up from his dream and began to ponder the revelations brought by this nightmare.

According to his original plan, he didn't care about Mystra's life or death. If given the chance, he would not hesitate to kill the magic goddess who was about to cause him huge trouble.

But now he has changed his mind

Seven days later, the allied troops of the Comanzo Valley, carrying a flag with seven blue and white stars forming a circle, came to the city.

Although not as large as the Battle of the North, a siege battle equally cruel and unusual began outside Zhentil Castle.

Under the command of Mystra, in addition to Alustriel who is far away in Silvermoon City in the north, Lyra Silverhand who is in Water City, and Xinbu who went to Aglaron to quell the undead disaster but was hailed as queen,

The remaining seven sisters of the North, Dove, Silen, Storm Silverhand, and Kui Lu, as well as her chief divine companion and face, the Archmage Elminster, all arrived.

Also because there are so many believers of the Goddess of Magic participating in the exhibition, the number and size of the mage group is even no less than that of Zelandia's battle mage group.

This is a battle between gods and mortals.

Therefore, the most common scene seen on the battlefield, apart from the rain of arrows from the Cormanthor elves, is the rain of all kinds of strange spells.

If it were other city-states on the main material plane, they would definitely be defeated under the attack of such intensive spells.

But what they faced was a death god who brewed disputes, created wars, and indulged in conspiracies.

Therefore, what the army in the valley has to face is not only the inexhaustible various summons from the plane of the dead, but also the unpredictable attacks of assassins, and the betrayers who have sneaked into their army, who may launch attacks at critical moments at any time.

Betrayals' and small-scale rebellions.

The most chilling thing is that the comrades who fell a while ago may be resurrected into skeleton soldiers or black knights by the necromancer on the opposite side the next moment, and then raise a butcher knife covered with flesh and blood residue towards them.

The war saw such ruthless back and forth and came to its eleventh day.

On this day, an 'accident' happened, and Mystra had to change her attention.

When a mage cast [Restoration Spell] on a companion who had suffered severe injuries to his lumbar spine, what he ended up with was [Corruption of Flesh and Blood], a vicious necromancy spell.

As the unlucky man screamed in agony before he died, the mage who tried to cure him was also regarded as a 'traitor' corrupted by the Bann cultists, and was stabbed with random swords by several angry and desperate knights behind him.

Wear them right.

But this time, what they greeted was not the curses spewed out by the twisted faces of the believers before they died, but a confused and sad cry of despair:

"Why why does it become like this?

"My god Mystra, please answer me

"I'm not a traitor. I really want to save him. Save my mentor. Ahem.

"But why?"

In the end, the mage and his desperate mentor died painfully together under the desperate and blank gaze of the Valley Knights.

One died at the hands of his own student's magic.

The other one died under the butcher's knife of their own people.

"This must be the conspiracy of the God of Strife, come with me! Avenge them!"

"ha!"

What these knights, whose hearts and beliefs were tortured, didn't know was that just as they were rushing further forward, towards the evil city shrouded in shadow.

A female mage wearing a hood riding a white horse turned over and landed in front of them. She squatted down, raised her hand and slowly closed their unblinking eyes, sighing with a somewhat painful expression.

At the same time, a white-haired archmage and four other sisters also fell from the sky. After the mage used a small-scale retrospection spell, he said to the female mage with a serious face:

"Madam, I'm afraid what we are most worried about will inevitably begin."

"Yes, the magic network is starting to get out of control."

Mystra bit her lip, looked up at the castle in the distance, and said:

"I must retrieve the slate as soon as possible and return to the Kingdom of God!"

After pondering for a moment, she said decisively:

"Elminster, you take Silen, Kuilu and the others to cover me. I want to go in and end things with Ben myself."

"No!/How is this possible!/Mother, this is too dangerous!" The four sisters wailed and dissuaded them almost at the same time.

Elminster on the side opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

However, due to the rationality of the mage, he clearly knew that if it was not stopped, a catastrophe that might sweep the entire world was about to happen.

Just like Nesser in his dying years

Mystra reached out and gently stroked the children's heads, and smiled:

"But this is the responsibility I took over from Miss Riel back then.

"But I always wanted to find ways to escape.

"But this time, I have no way to escape.

"Go ahead, kids.

"Please."

Several sisters also saw the determination in their mother's eyes, and they all lowered their heads and responded in silence.

"Elminster, the battlefield outside the city is up to you."

The Archmage of Shadow Valley slowly knelt down on one knee, held the hand of the goddess of magic, and kissed the back of her hand:

"Leave it all to me."

With a loud bang, the door of the Temple of Death in the deepest part of Zhentil Castle was blasted open by a powerful magical storm. Several Death Cultists and broken metal fragments were completely dissolved in the flying mid-air.

Ta, da, da, da.

Accompanied by crisp footsteps, the goddess of magic Mystra slowly stepped into it. She slowly raised her head and looked at the man on the throne who was elegantly drinking from a goblet. No, the 'death' Shinto said:

"Ban, hand over the slate. I only want the slate. I will not pursue anything else."

The superior Ben smiled and shook his head, saying:
To be continued...