Broad World

Trixie was an orphan and slave before becoming a vampire. Normally, young and beautiful girls like this would be sold to rich people with special hobbies, and very few of them survived a period of inhuman torture. But she was obviously lucky and unlucky at the same time.

In a pitch black night, Shandier fell from the sky and killed everyone on the ship, only bringing the pitiful Trixie back to the laboratory. She thought that she had encountered the adventure that the bard said, and that this powerful lady would definitely accept her as an apprentice, and then set foot on the road of magic.

Unfortunately, what the sorceress wanted was not an apprentice, but a test product. She cruelly cut open the girl's chest and injected the blood of ancient vampires into the heart. The young body couldn't bear such a brutal force at all, and was eroded by the powerful negative energy in an instant, entering a state of suspended animation.

But Trixie was obviously favored by Lady Luck. Maybe it's because her will is stronger than ordinary people, or maybe she has other blood in her body. In short, she was successfully transformed into an undead creature with supernatural power. As the only vampire who has not stayed in the cryogenic chamber, her bloodline is purer and her power is stronger.

It was seeing this special case of success that Sandy Er would choose all women as transformation targets. She found that the tolerance of these weak-looking girls was several times that of men, and many of them remained conscious despite severe pain and mental erosion. They were simply the most perfect experimental materials.

Trixie didn't hate the sorceress who had tortured her, because she not only gave her great power and a new life, but most importantly, she also had eternal faith. Of all vampires no one can match her admiration for Henry. It was almost gratuitous, whole-hearted, without a speck of impurity, without an iota of demand. Just worship for worship's sake.

"My lord, the time is coming soon, we must retreat now, otherwise it will be too late." A vampire girl stood aside and reminded.

Trixie nodded slightly, pointed at the female priests who were still transforming on the ground and ordered: "Take them all. Also, leave a few badges as clues, and someone will take the blame for us."

"It's all done. The other sisters are already on their way back. Now we are the only ones left."

"Then get on the road!" Trixie said, activating a magic scroll of "group teleportation".

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In the guest room on the second floor of the Copper Crown Hotel. A couple of men and women are doing "in-depth" communication. They were sweating profusely and had obviously been "moving" for quite some time. As the frequency of the man's movement became faster and faster, it erupted not long after, and at the same time sent the woman lying below to the clouds.

"Oh... I have to say that your technique and stamina are pretty good. But next time you better take some protective measures, otherwise I might get pregnant if I continue like this." The dark-skinned woman said in a joking tone. They were none other than Viconia and Henry.

"Why not? As far as I know, dark elf women regard fertility as a manifestation of their own strength, and only the most powerful mistress will always keep it." Henry asked with a smile. He doesn't mind getting the Queen of Tongues pregnant, because then he can justifiably do something to convert her. Anyway, it won't be long before one of Aberdell and Imon will inherit the throne of the God of Slaughter, and they are the best objects of faith.

Viconia showed complex dark colors on her face, and finally shook her head helplessly.

"No. Not yet. Although you are a very handsome and powerful man, strong enough to tempt me. But now is not the time. As a knowledgeable mage, you should know that every dark elf who betrays his faith will be wanted and hunted down, and I am no exception. Pregnancy will make me particularly vulnerable at a certain time, and I will not be able to fight if I encounter danger."

"Really? That's such a pity. I still want a child with dark elf blood." Henry showed a regretful expression.

If he had such a child, he could use this as an excuse to infiltrate the Underdark, even if he occupied and ruled a city or two. After all, there are minerals that cannot be compared to the surface. If Faerun really has radioactive elements, they can definitely be found underground.

Henry has always hoped to have an extremely powerful strategic weapon that can completely destroy the entire main material plane even after his death. Only in this way can the gods be wary, and as long as they don't touch certain bottom lines, they will live in peace. After all, except for a few elemental gods and the god Io, every god needs believers, and the faith generated by the main material plane accounts for more than 90%. No god is willing to bear such a loss. Even if there are one or two guys who are not very rational, they will be stopped by other gods.

Nuclear weapons clearly fit this requirement. Although there is no way to concentrate radioactive elements like modern industry in this world, magic can be used to replace them. Henry once used a transistor computer to make predictions. He only needed to find radioactive elements, and then create an eight-level atomic punch magic, and then collide with them from three different directions to produce a scene similar to an atomic bomb explosion. Of course, you must set the unexpected spell before releasing it, and teleport away immediately after releasing it, otherwise it will die together.

For this purpose, he even designed the spell model, as long as he found the radioactive element, he could start the experiment. As for purification and concentration, it is not a problem at all, because this is a world full of magic, and there are countless methods that can replace modern industry, but there is no way to popularize it.

It is conceivable that once you have dozens or even hundreds of such terrifying alchemy nuclear bombs, then even the Kingdom of God can make a breakthrough. At that time, coupled with the power of the self in the body, even if all the gods are united, there is nothing terrible. Anyway, even if the main material plane is blown up, at worst, you can still live on another plane. But those gods are probably about to be unlucky, at least 90% of them will perish because they don't have enough faith to maintain.

If Viconia knew what her lover was thinking now, she would definitely abandon Shar without hesitation. There are no words like "ally" or "friend" in the dark elves' dictionary, and the closest words are "not an enemy for the time being" or "can be used".

It may be a little difficult for ordinary dark elves to betray their beliefs. After all, they have lived under the influence of the spider god queen for too long, and they dare not have any sense of resistance at all. But Viconia is completely different. She has already betrayed once, and she doesn't care about betraying the second time, as long as there are enough benefits.

The dark-skinned (sexy) beauty walked over with a smile and hooked Henry's chin. "Don't worry, my sweetheart, there will be opportunities later. Until then, I will try to keep you alone (lover) until one of us dies."

"Very well, many people can save their lives because of this. I once said that I am a very possessive person, so any man who plans to have sex with you is very likely to die inexplicably. In addition, I don't like the nickname Little Sweetheart very much. It is best to change it, even the mighty boy is better than this."

Henry showed an imperceptible smile after speaking. He has completed the first step of transforming the Queen of Poison Tongue, and then it will take time to slowly increase mutual understanding until he finally trusts himself unconditionally. This is a long psychological battle, and one must be vigilant at all times, because the opponent is not only the female priest herself, but also the goddess of the night, Shar, who stands behind her and has been watching.

Viconia wrapped her naked body with a cloak (because the cloak cannot be taken off once it is put on), and smiled playfully.

"Ha! Your possessiveness and jealousy are as strong as those mistresses, but I like this attitude. As for nicknames, I will wait for a while. After all, I am not very proficient in the common language. Finally, please allow me to say good night. You must know that staying up late is the enemy of women, especially for priests."

"Good night, remember to come here tomorrow morning, I have a detailed plan about the Magic Talisman Society and that red-robed mage."

After Viconia left, Henry immediately locked the door and placed two magic traps at the door. This is the Copper Crown Hotel in the slums, even if a few thieves or robbers walk in in the middle of the night, it's not surprising. He didn't want to be disturbed when he was experimenting with spells, because as long as there was an accident, the entire hotel might be blown up to the sky.

After arranging everything, Henry began to hypnotize himself repeatedly. After a few seconds, he felt that it was almost done, and immediately cast the zero-level "water making technique". I saw a large amount of wine shot out from his fingertips, directly filling up a wooden barrel in the room. This is the power of the self, which can change the nature of things according to the mind, can turn water into wine, can make the existence disappear and the non-existence appear.

"It's really difficult to control. Even learning psychic powers is probably much simpler than this. It seems that when passing through the underground, you need to search in the mind flayer city to see if there is a way to improve your self-awareness." Henry muttered softly while rubbing his swollen head. Obviously, relying on hypnosis alone is not a solution at all. It is okay to do it once or twice occasionally, but it will inevitably have a bad impact on the brain after a long time.

After two more attempts, he lay down on the bed in a daze and fell asleep. It seems that this method can easily cause mental fatigue. Although it is said that it will not cause permanent damage within five times, there will still be sequelae.

At the same time, in another room, Edwin was desperately deciphering the text on the scroll of Netheril, and had no intention of going to sleep at all. Nothing is more important to him than gaining great power, especially when he is hostile by everyone.

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