Even though they were reduced to mortals and could only act according to the rules of the main material world, the two 'saints' had no reservations, especially when Mystra used the power of the magic network, and most of the city-states were here.

It fell apart under the impact of the nearly boiling wave of elements.

Zhentil Keep, this city of conspiracy that has stood on the coast of the moon for thousands of years, finally began to collapse.

Seeing the collapse of the city-state behind them and the chaotic escape of the gods they believed in had a huge impact on the morale of the Dissension believers.

Naturally, Elminster, who was in the center of the battlefield, would not let go of such a precious fighter plane.

He waved his staff and smashed the head of a black knight who was charging towards him, then raised it high, flashing a soft and dazzling light like the morning sun, and shouted:

"Attack the whole army! For the goddess! Annihilate these minions of the Dark God!"

"For Mystra!"

The valley coalition forces, which had been fighting bloody battles on this bloody meat grinder-like battlefield for more than ten days, were all refreshed when they looked at this scene that was like a divine descent:

"For the goddess! For Mystra!!!"

They raised the blood-stained swords in their hands with excitement, followed the divine mage who rode a white horse like a beacon in the storm, and together they launched the final attack on the dark city with most of the walls collapsed.

charge.

Everyone's attention was focused on the victory that seemed so close at hand.

However, not many people noticed that on the battlefield, there were constantly spellcasters using spells for support. In the middle of casting spells, they were howling miserably and falling from the sky like bluebirds with broken wings due to the twisting and backlash of spells.

Elminster looked at his companions who kept falling from the sky, gritted his teeth, and continued to cast various spells to support the battlefield, while holding back the order for all magicians to stop casting spells.

Although Zhentil Fort has been destroyed, the remaining forces of death are still strong. Once the mage group, which is the backbone of the battlefield, stops their magical support, not only may they face a defeat where all previous efforts have been wasted, but more soldiers will die as a result!

Just like monitoring the operation of the magic network is the goddess' unshirkable mission.

Supporting the battlefield with magic and covering the charge of the coalition soldiers is their responsibility and mission as mages at this moment!

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

On the way to charge, a surge of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Elminster's mouth and dripped down his chin, wetting the pale beard, hair and robe on his chest.

In this world, as long as there is probability, when the number reaches a certain level, it will definitely happen!

As a high-ranking legend, the number of spells he cast is naturally unmatched by anyone.

Just now, when he was performing [Dance of Mystra], due to the chaos of the demonic network around him, it suddenly turned into [Stone Heart Technique] being used on himself. If he hadn't restored it with magic in time, he might have died on the spot.

He was instantly killed by his own spell.

But the pride of being a mage, how can one shrink back from possible spell backlash and sacrifice!

"Madam! You must win too!"

Elminster, whose face was full of weakness and fatigue, glanced at the north where Mystra and Ben were chasing, and prayed devoutly.

To the north, the Dragon's Spine Mountains.

puff!

Mystra, who was persistently pursuing Bane, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her spell-casting movement was immediately halted.

So the next moment, several rotten chains suddenly shot out from the shadow of the void, binding her in place like a cage. Just as she was about to try to use magic to escape from this 'realm of death', the threat of death was so close at hand.

That made her stop her futile struggle.

A blood-rusted iron hook hovered so quietly in front of her white neck.

At that moment, Mystra's face turned pale and she was completely despairing.

‘I’m sorry I failed all of your struggles and efforts’

Just now, she was backlashed by her suddenly twisted magic again.

Since a mortal is forced to use the power of the Magic Network, the feedback caused when the Magic Network loses control is more heavy and dangerous.

If it were normal, no matter how strong the backlash was, the magic goddess with rich magic knowledge would have countless ways to make up for it.

But what she faced was a ‘god of death’ who was outstanding in terms of actual combat experience and scheming - the god of strife, Bane.

‘Is this really the only option left?’ Mystra thought with a sigh.

At this time, heavy footsteps and Ben's sarcastic words sounded at the same time:

"Ah Mystra, you are indeed a bitch who controls magic power. These weird magics really opened my eyes."

"I lost, you go ahead and do it," Mystra said, suppressing the fear of death with her lips trembling.

"Huh? As a god, you actually actively seek death?"

Ben slightly turned his face, which was still stained with blood, and grinned:

"Based on what I know about Magic Bichi's past rumors, shouldn't you take the initiative to undress and take off your belt, kneel down in front of the Lord of Disputes like a mutt in heat, and then raise your eyebrows?

Your coquettish and despicable big butt, dripping with dirty and filthy juice, is begging for my punishment and forgiveness?"

"you!"

Mystra's color suddenly changed, and just as she was about to retort angrily, she saw Ben narrowing his eyes slightly and saying:

"Sure enough, you must be hiding some back-up plan that I don't know about.

"So don't worry, I won't kill you."

Mystra's face immediately froze and she could no longer say a word.

Could it be that in the end, her only chance of redress slipped from her fingertips?

"Hahahaha! I know it, I know it

"Even if we are knocked down to the mortal world, as gods, what we think, dream and see is still not meaningless."

Ben, who saw the change in the other person's expression, became more and more convinced that there must be a hidden secret behind the nightmare after his arrival.

However, when he thought that after the death of the goddess of magic, he would die as a result, the god of strife, who still could not understand the metaphor behind it, became more and more irritated and annoyed.

Fortunately, he had already made another plan after that nightmare day.

A way to quickly restore strength and even reverse all disadvantages without killing the goddess of magic.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Mystra asked through gritted teeth.

At this moment, she was as helpless and desperate as the little peasant girl who saw everything about to collapse before her eyes when she was still in Netheril and the floating city was about to fall to the earth.

"What should I do? Hahahaha, this is a good question, to reward you for asking."

Ben slowly approached the goddess of magic, grabbed her white neck and lifted her up like he was trying to catch a suffocating fish, and then murmured like a devil:

"Come on! The grotesque wandering in the void, I call you to come to this interface.

"Being my pawn like you have done so many times before.

"And I will give you delicious food and more power in return."

Soon, Ben heard the roar deep in the back of his head, and the creature responded:

"I am coming"

Hearing Ben's spell and this whisper that seemed to seep out of the void, Mystra's eyes narrowed as she was about to suffocate, and she struggled painfully:

"How dare you summon a void creature?"

Soon she was speechless. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the void behind Ben, where a strange shape appeared from the whirlpool of chaos, spinning and winding.

It spiraled up like a whirlpool, and soon grew hundreds of ugly tentacles that could not stop shaking, splitting the air in front of the goddess hungrily, and the same number of pale yellow eyes suddenly opened, surrounding the swirling gray mist. Floating and darting back and forth across their companions like ghosts, each eye intently studying its prey from every angle.

Finally, an opening opened in the mist, a rift leading to the depths of endless void and dark dimensions.

The opening opened and closed quickly, but Mystra could feel that more hungry cries were blocked behind the crack.

It seems that even a bold and arrogant person like Bane does not dare to release it completely, but cautiously releases a trace of its shadow.

Even so, Mystra still felt something was wrong.

She seemed to have seen the creature in front of her, but she was a little unsure.

When she was immersed in compiling the agency operation rules, she seemed to have glimpsed a similar scene through the magic network.

She saw a floating mountain range deep in the star world, and was swallowed up by a shadow creature like this, and disappeared into the void in an instant.

There is no doubt that that is a threat that would make even the gods cautious!

"Yes, void creatures are so beautiful and powerful.

"But I'm surprised that as the goddess of magic, you, who claim to have the power to explore the roots of the world, would still hesitate and resist this chaotic and fascinating power.

"Tsk, it's really boring. I thought you would be fascinated by it even for a moment.

"This really disappoints me."

Bane spoke slowly, while the void monster hovered behind him.

"What are you going to do?" Facing the unknown, Mystra finally became instinctively afraid.

Ben said greedily with a smile on his face:

"I want you to form an alliance with us among the gods.
To be continued...