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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Wood Chapter 10: The Reptile of the Doomsday

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    "Laws - Weave!" The words that shocked the past and the present were sung, and there was only one illithid in the audience, but the fluctuations it caused instantly spanned the multiverse, stirring up turbulent undercurrents.  On a vast plateau in a certain plane, there is a continuous metropolis. What shines in it is not torches and candlelight, but colorful magical auras, spreading across every corner of the city.  There are all kinds of strange mage towers standing in the sky, from the sky to the ground.  Many Punisher constructs lead Helm's Angels parades around the city's outskirts.  In the city, you can see mages, warlocks, magicians, magic priests, and more apprentices wearing robes and walking sticks, traveling with floating saucers and flying skills.  They freely explore arcane knowledge and the secrets of the universe, and there is no need to remain aloof and aloof, because this is the heart of the spell, the divine kingdom of the mother of magic, and the destination of countless spellcasters who have become petitioners.  In the highest-level mage tower in the center of the Kingdom of God, a debate was in full swing.  The controller of the magic network, the incarnation of the mysterious lady Mystra, is sitting on the throne. Her long hair is as dark and bright as the starry sky, hanging on her honey-colored skin. She is wearing a light blue casual robe, with mist floating around her.  At this time, the supreme controller of the Kingdom of God closed his eyes and lowered his head, listening to the debate below.  There are white-haired human mages below, divine elemental envoys, young-looking half-elf warlocks, and even scholars who don’t know magic but have extensive knowledge.  A dozen people were going back and forth among themselves, debating abstract magical theories.  One of the white-bearded humans wearing exquisite ancient costumes is Mystra's god and advisor, the god of magicians Azuth. Many of the people he debates with are his own believers, but they stick to each other's attitudes.  Even if he didn’t let it go, Azus was enjoying it.  The other two gods of the Heart of the Spell, who are also Azuth's subordinate gods, the god of prophecy Sulfuras and the god of lich Velshalon did not appear.  The former has greatly intensified its interference with prophecies since the rise of the Chaos Force.  As for the god of prophecy who cannot accurately see the future, his power is naturally constantly draining; the latter is quietly lurking in the tombs underground in the city. The continent of Faer?n is raging with war, and the number of spellcasters studying necromancy has increased significantly, which makes Velsalun  Sublimation from weak divine power to weak divine power.  Mystra suddenly opened her eyes, and a mysterious wave passed through the entire kingdom of God.  Azuth stood up suddenly and waved his hand, causing the debaters to retreat one after another.  There was a strange movement in the magic network just now. Although it was only for less than 0.1 seconds, it was extremely obvious to the perception of the two gods.     soon.  The incarnations of Savras and Velshalon also appeared, one dressed as a middle-aged mage, and the other as a young man with a gloomy face.  Mystra said in a deep voice to the subordinate god and the two subordinate gods: "Thoroughly investigate the magic network!" At the same moment, earth-shattering laughter came from the Nasus Serpentine Canyon, and the whole hell was filled with Asmodeus.  Rocking with joy.  A group of graceful lust demons slowly flew down. They wore pieces of spiked armor to cover their vitals, and were connected by thin silk gauze in the middle to reveal their beautiful complexions.  3 Sami's wide wings are spread out, and the black or gray feathers are a symbol of the fallen heavenly tribe.  These demons, masters of charm and lies, are the backbone of Hell's seduction business.  The competition with the old enemy the succubi of the abyss for mortal souls is fierce.  At the same time, the evil longbows and blood-sucking heavy swords they carried showed that these beauties were not just for viewing.  The demons of desire surround their noble queen, Gracia, the daughter of Asmodeus.  This full-blooded Baatezu devil is 10 Sami tall, has bronze skin and bat wings, and is dressed in luxurious silks and jewelry.  She dismissed her men outside the canyon.  Walking in alone, and then greeted the canyon: "My great father, your arrangement has successfully entered the next step, the independent and almost perfect magic network. This is something that the shallow Mystra cannot think of." Far more Far more than   The Demon Queen speculated on the meaning of the Lord of Hell's words, and shook her head after a while: "Please tell me, my wisdom is not one-tenth of yours." Hahaha Humility cannot bring strength.  my daughter.  The traitor thought he had seen through my plan and was already heading towards the Seraph.  Gracia immediately realized that the traitor was Mephistopheles, the former lord of the eighth level of hell, the powerful ruler of the evil flames of hell, who had escaped from the sacrifice of the Lord of the Nine Hells for hundreds of years.  Unexpectedly, he was also in Asmodeus's sight.  "In this case, Saraf's power is too weak. Even if he loses his territory and army, Mephistopheles has a high virtual godhead. A dragon and an illithid are no match for him. He needs to be dispatched  Will the Eight Demons pursue this traitor?" No.  Although the magic net has been successfully laid, confidentiality is no longer as important as before, but I still cannot let other beings know about my role in the seraph, otherwise the fragile nerves of the gods will break.  Let other forces intervene, with sufficient strength but not fully supporting the Golden Dragon.  "I understand." Gracia revealed an evil look.He said, "I will notify the Seven Heavenly Realm Association. One of them has a lot of friendship with Jinlong and is very suitable for this job." When necessary, muddy the water.  ——————————————————————————————————————————————  ———————————— Lesatos doesn’t understand the intrigues on the other side of the universe. He has never used the thirteen-ring spell, and he may never have the chance in the future.  Ever since Karsus's apotheosis spell caused the death of the first generation of Magic Goddess, the resurrected Magic Goddess has sealed away all nine levels of magic.  So they only exist in the hands of some particularly ancient and powerful ones.  The weaving of the laws is rather the unfolding of the laws. The magic network sunken into the seraph is forcibly pulled out, and the folded body is stretched.  Threads representing different elements and magical attributes are interspersed and connected with each other. They are not only in the sky, but also in the bustling city, the dark underground, and even the crustal rock formations. They are omnipresent and inclusive.  When the first layer of the network appeared, the violent primitive magic power of the dispersion and sarafu merged into the pipeline step by step, forming an orderly and stable form.  After the first layer is completed, the second layer begins to be woven inside the former. The structure is several times more complex, and the magic it contains is even more powerful and rich.  By analogy, when the nine-layer magic web is completed, a magnificent picture is displayed in front of Lesatos.  Complex and precise, large and orderly.  At the same time, Drushiliya, who was presiding over the military affairs in Ludu, suddenly stood up and asked Violet and Ramesile, who were arguing about the prisoners, to turn their heads.  She noticed unusual fluctuations in the earth, and the natural forces in the forest were reordered.  Don't understand what this is.  But you can feel the unparalleled changes.  In other parts of Seraph, several visitors from other worlds stared at the brand new world with their mouths open. They were all too familiar with the magic net. After being dull, they went crazy. Someone actually laid a magic net here!  What an incredible project. If the goddess of magic hadn't been there in person, how could the builders have accomplished it?  They were fascinated to drive their spirits into the magic net, shuttle back and forth like fish returning to the sea, and then they were surprised to find that the magic net was still extending.  Yes, a network that provides unlimited magic to the caster cannot conjure energy out of thin air.  Its tentacles are like the old magic net, extending into the endless four-element planes and positive and negative energy planes, and the majestic energy is injected into the sarafu from the inner plane.  Then surprise turned to horror, and the leyline spun out of control.  With no one under control, a huge amount of magic energy is sprayed and squandered uncontrollably, overflowing from the entire Sarafu. The specific manifestations are earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and hurricanes.  As if returning to the moment when Karsus died, the Nether Empire was wiped out in the madness of the Demon Network.  In a few days, all signs of civilization in Saraf will disappear.  At the same time, they scolded Lesatos bloody and prepared to transfer the plane.  In a certain human country to the east of the Tia Forest, a giant beast wrapped in smoke sprang out, with a person seemingly riding on its neck.  Rushing to the Magma Mountains at lightning speed.  Lesatos threw out the rectangular orange gem, which Drusilia gave to Flamir, who then gave it to Lesatos.  The plane crystal is suspended next to the Divine Diamond, like stars surrounding the sun.  Lesatos' will is infinitely increased through the two gems.  The rioting magic network stopped immediately and then slowly calmed down.  “Tsk, tsk, just these two minutes. I don’t know how many people died.” The beautiful illithid gloated.  The golden dragon ignored him and used all his strength to volatilize the plane crystals. His spirit gradually spread through the first layer of the magic network, then the second layer, and the third layer, and then stopped, making it difficult to move forward.  With the help of the Arcane Song and two gems, he successfully laid the magic network and obtained certain network management rights, although it was limited to the first three layers.  But this is enough for Lesatos to cast spells below the third level, which can be cast instantly and unlimited times. At the same time, the enemy's spells below the third level are ineffective against him.  The magic network was completely calmed down, and energy was slowly injected into the sarafu to increase the concentration of magic power.  At this time, a beam of light shot straight into the sky from the Arcane Song, and it never stopped.  In the blank space between the Taji Mountain Rock and the cross section, thousands of light and electricity flashes per second.  Faint tones can be heard for nearly a hundred kilometers, like the singing of heaven and earth.  Lesatos can finally let go completely, and then the Seraph Magic Network can start a virtuous cycle and operate automatically.  And he also received rewards after experiencing so many adventures. The level of the mage, which had not been improved for decades, increased by one level, and beautiful magic spells appeared on the golden scales. When Lesatos tried to cast a spell, the spell  The text seemed to come alive, floating and changing, increasing spell power and spell resistance.  The illithid floated back to the top of the tower, as if it had never turned its face before.  "Dang, dang, dang! It's time for the lottery draw. Now those outsiders must be marveling at how someone can control the magic network, and then explore back and forth. They are like thieves looking around in the vault. They are all exposed with a searchlight. Why don't you take a look at us?  Who are the opponents? Oh, by the way, how many layers of magic network do you control?"Lesatos snorted, "Three levels." "One plane crystal has three levels, and two more are needed to fully control the nine-level magic network." "We will find it, there are already some clues." Lesatos  Si didn't want to say any more and put his energy into the first three layers of the magic net, which spread out instantly.  This is already his home court. He can search for others on the first three floors, but others cannot search for him.  Two mentally powerful people who were obviously familiar with the magic network were immediately discovered. They immediately ran away after realizing that they were being spied on. Lesatos could feel that one had a strong shadow aura, and the other had an evil aura of water attributes.  There are also a few clumsy guys, who should be local capable people, stumbling in the magic network like beggars entering the palace.  Lesatos made a mental note, then turned.  Then he found a particularly powerful spiritual force, dark and solemn, like a king in the night. He touched Lesatos, and the golden dragon recognized him immediately.  The illithid looked at the solemn-faced golden dragon and slowly spit out a name: "Doomsday Reptile, Drogothos!" "Wow, Faerun's famous legendary dracolich, it's fun this time." (To be continued, please search.  Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster! PS: Surprisingly I'm 35 so soon. Beiming has something to do tomorrow and today. I'll try to catch up. I'll make up for it tomorrow at the latest.
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