Heitong's illusory body couldn't help but tremble.
She originally thought that Midnight and Edna would fight first...the god Toril always had the habit of killing the strongest one first.
But Edna directly chose to turn Midnight's attention to her!
It's true... Although she has a little understanding of the outside world, Heitong's soul is too weak after all, and it is impossible for her to stay awake all the time.
And Edna is a very standard mage, who restrains her soul power very well... When she was a child, her dream teaching was still based on the consciousness of black pupils in oil paintings, and every classroom was constructed with black pupils.
He came out to summon her, but it didn't take two years before the situation was reversed.
If Edna doesn't want to go to class, then even if she sleeps for days and nights, Black Eyes won't be able to bring her into the classroom.
The shrewd little girl only continued to go to class every day after testing it several times and confirming that the black pupil would not resurrect in her body.
The black eyes looked hesitantly at Midnight, who was already full of fighting spirit... Why is this guy so easy to incite?
With so many things happening, is she not alert at all?
Black Eyes hesitated to speak... She suddenly remembered that this person, once she made up her mind, would never listen to others again, and her kind of words might actually cause more serious problems.
Midnight who wanted to fight turned into midnight who had sex, and she might die on the spot.
But even if she got the help of that little bit of divine power, these soul fragments in the magic network were too weak. Edna kept calling those female mages of Quesen Tower as scum, but she... what difference did it make?
The black pupil looked at Edna's soul sea resolutely: The only thing she can do now is to find a helper!
Edna's expression was very solemn.
She was waiting, waiting for a result she didn't want to see.
However, the remaining consciousness of the artifact attached to her soul still did not choose her.
Edna's spiritual sea was made very strong by her, and the only thing that could escape was the fragment of the oil painting that had resonated with her spirit for a long time.
A trace of sadness slowly appeared on Edna's serious expression: Edna could understand that Black Eyes would definitely help her. This was a matter of survival, and few people would choose to give up.
But from then on, she also lost her first teacher forever.
Eight years of staying together have come to an end.
The moment Edna saw Black Eyes standing in the sea of spirits, she thought of the teacher in her oil painting. She had enough ability and enough time to stop this escaping consciousness.
But she didn't want to.
She didn't want to keep something that was bound to be lost... so what if she stayed?
False love forever?
Furthermore, although it was only due to various misunderstandings that Heitong's spiritual consciousness taught her conscientiously, this was also kindness.
Edna, who grew up around the undead, often heard stories of karma and retribution, and the reconciliation of grudges.
She didn't know if Toriel had a similar relationship, but she was willing to take the risk... Anyway, from now on, she didn't owe Black Eyes anything!
Starlight flickered in Midnight's hand, and blue gems floated behind her, forming a long sword of stars, pointing straight at the black pupil.
She turned to look at Edna: "Although I don't know what you want to do, I am very willing to kill the black pupil first."
Then she looked at the black eyes who were about to speak, and sneered: "I am famous for being brainless, impulsive and extreme, so you don't need to talk nonsense!
It’s annoying to see you!”
Edna blinked and smiled helplessly.
Then she also took up her stance, looking at the black pupil that slowly turned from illusion to reality, condensing purple gems like stars... The exact same long sword was also pointed at the black pupil.
"How did she do this?" Midnight asked curiously, "Which old concubine would dare to take action at this time?
What's the use of helping her?
Don't tell me, Toril has this, ah... eternal love story.
If so, why didn't you block the knife for Heitong in the first place?"
"Safras is right next to you!" Edna smiled like a flower, "No matter who shows up between the two of us, he will die.
Only the black pupil is his last straw.
How interesting~
I thought she would ask Azuth for help!
I was really panicked. After all, I have been hanging around with my identity as someone’s granddaughter for so long!
As a result, she chose the nearest Savras, which had no great use... She had no intention of trusting Azuth.
Also, remembering your lost lover does not mean that you are willing to give up everything for her...even if most of Azuth's followers were once her followers.
That's why she chose Savras, who had no retreat. There was only one way left for her glass head to go, and she would definitely hold on to her straw.
Otherwise, I might have to follow Manx straight to hell!
Eh~
What a perfect couple, what do you think?"
"Ha~" Midnight sneered, "That is, it is Heitong's choice after all! But, can you not call her Manx?"
The black pupil didn't care at all about the puns of the two women across from her. She just felt the increasingly powerful soul power in her body...Safras should have at least found a very strong believer and prayed devoutly beside him.
I hope she can reappear.
Then she is not without the strength to fight... Not to mention midnight, Heitong doesn't believe that cunning Edna will not spare a hand!
Smart people always think too much.
She will win!
Edna has no followers to use!
Midnight? Who can she find?
We can't let Kelemvor find skeletons to work for, right?
Haha, the prayers of the dead are useless.
Shadows of small animals also appeared around Heitong, and they crashed into the two Star Swords crazily.
The spiritual consciousness of the oil painting can be used, and Savras has brought a large number of Halua mages... The Halua mages who once believed in her are beside her, and fate is on her side!
Victory will only be hers!
"What are you doing?" Selune pointed at the giant screen and said blankly.
On the huge black screen, waves of devout prayers came from several white sailing ships: For Mystra.
But after listening for a while, Selune discovered that every word pointed to her ex, Black Eyes!
Even the description of the badge is the old version: a blue and white star!
Only Heitong's achievements were praised, and nothing about what happened after the Turbulent Years was mentioned.
"Soul war?" Shar suddenly appeared and looked at the giant screen without blinking an eye: "This is really interesting. I thought only Midnight could compete with Edna for dominance... If these two fight, they will win.
It was decided from the beginning, wasn't it?
But black eyes?
How could Edna give her a chance?”
"Dear Ms. Dark Night, can you explain it more clearly?" A loud voice came from the study, and the 'elderly Sanda King' carrying a tablet poked his head out of the door, "What happened to Edna?"
Son?
Is the talk in it harmful to her?"
"This is a hurdle she must pass before she becomes a god." Shar looked at the concerned female priest and smiled, "No one can help her in the battle in her soul.
As for those prayers... I can only say that they are not helping Edna."
"Just pray?" the 'Old Sanda King' widened his eyes.
"Undead can't do that~" Lansander said solemnly, "Your souls can't resonate with Toril's magic network."
"Then it's fine if they are Toril people!" The 'Old Sanda King' thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "It doesn't matter if you're not so pious, right?"
"Those in the giant screen are also temporary, but the mages with powerful souls can stand up to thousands of ordinary people." Shar glanced at her and answered readily.
"The number of people has never been a problem." The 'Old Sanda King' waved his hands quickly, and his fingers quickly made marks on the tablet.
In less than ten minutes, Shar and Selune looked at her at the same time.
"Am, are there so many people alive? There must be at least 200,000 people praying at this volume!
Have you even left the soldiers?" Selune asked curiously.
"We don't like killing people, especially civilians who are helpless.
Among the soldiers in Amn, there are many children who have just come of age or even are about to become adults, and they are still just apprentices!" The 'Old Sanda King' replied with a smile, "Besides, there are so many real children in Amn!
Is it possible that we kill their fathers and let their mothers, who are not used to going out, get used to supporting themselves as soon as possible?
That kind of change in concept does not happen in a day or two. We...maybe some people are willing to help these women who have lost their will to live, but most people are still unwilling to do such boring things.
You can't just watch a child waiting to die, right?
So, although it took a lot of trouble, as long as there were no major problems, we were able to save them all.
Thanks to Hill for giving us enough oil paintings."
Hill, who was still sitting in the pool, looked up with a smile: "That's William's willingness to spend money."
The 'Old Sanda King' held up the tablet in his hand: "Edna is also very willing, so can you take over the task? Hill."
The beautiful and lovely female pastor looked at Hill earnestly: "Please, please don't refuse me!
More...don't wait for the battle to be over.
Before Edna left, she spoke so lightly that I thought she was just going through the motions!
I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.
I really hope that when she comes back, she will directly see her own cyclamen."
"Isn't this already agreed?" Hill waved to her, "Did you come up with some drawings and patch them up for me, for fear that I would refuse?"
Then he couldn't help but change his expression: "So many hollows! So many multi-metal smelting! So many inlays!
Do you think I can make a house grow on its own?"
"But Hill can do it~" The 'Old Sanda King' leaned towards him cautiously, his smile turning into a sunflower, "Look, for you, isn't it just a matter of spending a few more days of effort?
