Chapter 1249 - 111: Failure at the Final Moment, Flip the Table! Let’s Fight!

Chapter 1249: Chapter 111: Failure at the Final Moment, Flip the Table! Let’s Fight!

Damn it!

Where did so many Legendary Powerhouses come from?

At this moment, at Storm Horn north of Tifandon, a Priest wearing the emblem of Dark Sun Shirek was deathly pale, while in front of him stood a burly human Warrior, wielding a Sword of Chaos, who casually hacked off the head of a ghost-faced Assassin.

—Shalofok (Slaughter Divine Son) (Five-star Gold)!

The experiences of this period felt like a dream to Shalofok.

One day, out of nowhere, he encountered a mysterious existence, who not only helped him dispel and break free from the temptation and control of Baal’s Divinity, but even granted him the true power of a slaughterer.

For a very long time, Shalofok had been controlled by Baal’s will; all his efforts had been for reviving Him.

And now, he was truly free.

Originally, the Slaughter Divine Son could grow stronger by killing enemies, and after receiving that Your Majesty’s grace, Shalofok’s strength skyrocketed, directly stepping into the Legendary Domain.

Of course, by that Your Majesty’s side, there were many Slaughter Divine Sons like him, and Shalofok’s strength was far from the top.

Compared to Basaza, Shalofok was as green as a child.

Only after meeting that Martial Monk did the last trace of Shalofok’s ambition vanish; if he really followed the trajectory of fate, he absolutely wouldn’t survive to the day he sat on the Throne of Slaughter.

To become the new God of Murder, he would have to defeat Xandai, defeat Basaza, and even face that Your Majesty himself.

To obtain immortality, to reach Divine-like Power, and at best become a Demigod—that would be enough.

Shalofok reined in his ambition.

Maybe one day, when his power grew stronger, his ambition would swell again, but at least for now he was very obedient.

Splurt.

Beside him came the sound of a head hitting the ground, and a strange figure appeared—ebony skin, tall and slender—a Dark Elf.

She held a Divine Artifact in hand, and with ease lopped off the head of a Shirek cultist.

—Sewentam’s Sword (High-tier Divine Artifact).

Your Majesty’s grace.

To win over the fleeing Zor Elves, a small portion of evil elves who followed Your Majesty received favor, and this sword was bestowed upon a Legendary Assassin named Naradna.

"A Divine Artifact this powerful should have been bestowed on me..." Shalofok’s eyes were full of greed.

Sewentam’s Sword could enhance its wielder’s Agility, and could also trigger Frenzy, treating the wielder as a High Tier Barbarian, freely casting Spells such as Web, Spider Climb, and so on, plus all kinds of unique abilities as buffs.

Basically, once you got it, any class could moonlight as a Barbarian.

And this elven Assassin named Naradna was a dual-wielding Frenzied Rogue; under the blessing of the Divine Artifact, her strength had leapt straight into a league of its own.

However, Shalofok didn’t know that Sewentam’s Sword was race-bound and could only be used by Zor Elves.

Originally, this Divine Artifact would have been most suitable for Drizzt, because he could also enter Frenzy, but considering Drizzt already had two famous blades and would never serve him, they naturally had to pick a suitable enforcer from among the fleeing Zor Elves.

Shalofok grabbed the Dark Sun Priest before him with one hand; the Slaughter Divine Son’s physical attributes were monstrous—being born with 18 points in every stat barely counted as passing. He was innately Extraordinary Power, Extraordinary Constitution, Extraordinary Agility.

"Where are the remaining little rats hiding?"

With a crack, Shalofok crushed the man’s arm.

At this moment, Naradna beside him showed a cruel smile. Looking at the still-silent Dark Sun Priest, she said calmly, "Leave it to me."

"I have ways to make him talk."

Zor Elves—masters of interrogation, experts at torture.

Shalofok nodded slowly and walked out of the cave; outside lay the corpses of Half-beastmen and a few roaming wilderness bandits.

"That Your Majesty has dispatched at least three Slaughter Divine Sons."

"The surroundings of Tifandon should be cleaned up soon."

Shalofok suddenly seemed to sense something, seeing a Teleportation Spiritual Light flicker into existence beside him, and then a skull inlaid with a massive red Gem appeared, its evil Spiritual Energy spreading in all directions.

Demigod Witch Demon—Konggos.

Shalofok instantly bowed his head; this was not a being he could afford to offend.

Konggos’s voice was hoarse as he coldly regarded the Slaughter Divine Son before him and said slowly, "The gold road has been opened. Next, Comer and the Silvermoon Federation’s armies will attack Santier Castle."

"We don’t need to intervene in that battle."

"Your Majesty wants you to return to the Iron Throne and take control of the forces around Baldur’s Gate."

"If you need anything,"

"Helena, the Bishop of Am, will provide you with funds."

Shalofok nodded respectfully.

He had no idea how much power that Your Majesty had deployed in this land; if not for taking part in the Tifandon operation, he wouldn’t even have known that Your Majesty had arrangements in Neverwinter and Deepwater City as well.

Furthermore, he discovered that the Demigod Witch Demon before him had summoned demons, so it wasn’t out of the question that demons from the Bottomless Abyss also obeyed that Your Majesty.

Valley Calendar, year 1366.

Fierce battles erupted around Tifandon, all the strongholds of the Scantlin Association were wiped out, and the Black King Church, which had been quietly growing in strength, finally bared its fangs. At least six Legendary Level powerhouses appeared, slaughtering Shirek’s followers in droves.

Dark Sun Shirek had his own weaknesses too.

That was that He had only ascended less than ten years ago, and the believers He accepted were all remnants of the three Gods of Death; many were fair-weather lackeys and fence-sitters.