The sky was gloomy and dark clouds were rolling in.

Outside Mokou Town, in a mysterious basement somewhere.

The woman in black robe standing on the altar was suddenly shocked, and then she opened her eyes suddenly and said coldly, "The blocking magic circle has been broken, and the flying winged night shadow has successfully arrived, and we are ready to go!"

The woman in black robe looked around at the subordinates under the altar, and a red wave of anger flashed in her narrowed eyes.

"Miss Natasha."

A burly dark knight looked at her carefully, lowered his head and said respectfully:

"This magic circle that isolates teleportation spells is obviously aimed at us. I think it would be a bit inappropriate to go there at this time due to our actions tonight."

"Of course I know this." When the black-robed woman named Natasha heard this, her face was covered with frost and her voice was as cold as a bone, "That's why I have to go."

She had to go. Her long-planned plan had failed like this. Not to mention the anger on her face, the mere loss of thirty men made it difficult for her to swallow her anger.

These people are all her confidants, a team she has cultivated at the cost of dedicating all her faith to the Lost Lady and spending resources.

Now, everything was destroyed in the trap she set. She must let the people of Mokou Town understand what the anger from Yinhun City is.

Although among the troops sent by the High King, the person responsible for attacking Mokou Town and the Kingdom of Cormyr was her father and the spokesperson of the High King, Hajhorna.

But she knew his father too well. Her father was so cold and emotionless that he could not be interested in anything except magic knowledge.

Even after returning to the main material world, she still rarely saw him leaving her laboratory, let alone the city of Sultanza.

He even hinted to her, intentionally or unintentionally, to try not to get involved in battles in the material world.

This is naturally impossible for her.

Because if she didn't join the Supreme King's plan for the material world, how could she get the attention of the Supreme King and the favor of the Lost Lady to quickly improve her strength.

What she hates the most is that her father actually gave the ritual of transforming into a ghost given by the High King himself and the opportunity to study at the Tower of Karthus to her sword mage sister instead of taking up the job in Netheril.

The arcanist's self.

In the city of Sultanza, the status of the Arcanist has always been higher than anything else. Even the Shadow Guard Assassin who has advanced from the Sword Mage cannot compare with it.

The Tower of Karthus is the holy place in every arcanist's heart.

It not only records all the arcane knowledge left behind by the High King when he was an assistant to Karsus when the Netheril Empire was at its most glorious.

It also stores several Nese scrolls that took dozens of centuries to collect.

As the Shadow Mentor and Priest of the Lost Lady, it is impossible for her to withstand the erosion of shadow energy with her human body alone. She must transform into a ghost person as soon as possible.

This is the path that every Netherese arcanist must take.

Therefore, when the spokesperson of the High King, Hajhorna, used the ghost ritual as a reward, he asked her to capture the town of Mokou as quickly as possible.

Even though she knew in her heart that this vicious Supreme Hand was using her, she nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Although if you want to transform into an ordinary wraith, you only need to spend a few resources to complete it successfully through the transformation ritual developed by the Netherese arcanist, but the wraith transformation ritual given by the High King himself is extraordinary.

This is the highest transformation ritual that incorporates the essence of shadow, allowing her to release magic and divine spells in the realm of darkness and shadow to be greatly enhanced.

She will never let go of this opportunity and must capture Mokou Town.

Moreover, in the battle just now, she had already used her phantom clone in advance to find out the approximate strength of all the enemies in the banquet hall.

She didn't think that these people could stop the arrival of her true form and the flying winged night shadow summoned from the shadow plane at a huge cost.

Except for the weak half-elf wizard and the stupid green warrior with magic equipment, which surprised her, others could not threaten her safety at all.

Before setting off, Hand of the High King Hajhona had told her in advance that although the female lord of Arabe City had been paying attention to the situation in Mokou Town, she never dared to leave the scope of her mage tower for even half a step.

Obviously, this female lord is no match for the Hand of the Supreme King. If she dares to do this, she will undoubtedly be destroying herself.

As for the nosy electorate bitches in Shadow Valley, they were being stared at by the five shadow princes, who were playing hide and seek games to distract them.

Because Hajhorna had revealed to her in a subtle way that the Lost Lady had sent an oracle.

In the near future, the Demonic Web will be completely torn apart, and the Shadow Demonic Web will replace it and control the casters of the entire world.

This plan has obviously reached its most critical moment.

Otherwise, the High King would not have handed over the management of Sultansa City to the Great Prince, but he himself would have mysteriously disappeared.

"Start the sacrificial ceremony. We have already disappointed the Lost Lady once tonight, and we must not let the goddess down again." Natasha said coldly.

In an instant, the dark basement reverberated with depraved prayers and hymns.

A group of human slaves in ragged clothes, with dull eyes, and filth on their bodies and faces were escorted to the altar and crawled at their feet.

The priestesses in black robes immediately used daggers to slit the victim's throat. The blood flowed along the strange formation and seeped into the altar's formation bit by bit.

Evil energy fluctuations spread.

"boom!"

The aura of destruction from the darkness spurted out like substance and filled the air.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Natasha's lips curled into a sneer, and she felt a burst of joy in her heart for no apparent reason.

This reminded her of the first time she saw the most important ceremony for all priests, the Lady's Kiss.

It was a ritual that lasted all night and ended with a horrific killing feast.

After capturing Mokou Town, she must build an Ancient Night Temple in this town and hold a kiss celebration to please the lost goddess at the cost of half of the town's population.

She wants those who resist to understand.

In the face of absolute strength, any resistance is so feeble.

…………

The entire banquet hall became darker and darker, and the sparkling crystal chandeliers also lost their firelight and disappeared in the dark environment.

Brian stared at the ceiling, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

He suddenly saw that what enveloped the entire hall was a super-large shadow creature.

He silently observed that if not counting the spread wings, the body of this shadow creature was at least a hundred meters in size.

With the vision of his own elf blood, he could barely make out the outline of the creature.

"Flying Wing Night Shadow turns out to be this kind of cross-dimensional shadow creature." Brian looked slightly startled and took a slight breath.

The Winged Nightshade is a powerful undead creature made of equal parts darkness and pure evil, looking like a giant bat made of pure darkness.

Their chilling resentment was thickly spread around, and filled with the smell of an open tomb on a winter morning.

"Affected by the 'blasphemous aura'!"

"Will saving throw in progress..."

"Will save successful!"

"You successfully exempted yourself from the panic effect of 'Profane Aura'!"

"You successfully saved against the shaking effect of 'Profane Aura'!"

…………

There was a moment.

Brian suddenly felt that there was a pair of eyes full of evil staring at him. The trembling feeling brought by that feeling made him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into a bone-chilling icy lake.

Fortunately, his strong will resistance exempted Flying Wing Night Shadow from its own group shock ability.

But others are not so lucky.

At least half of the warriors in the entire hall were so frightened by the majesty of an adult dragon that they lay trembling on the ground. The ones with lower willpower even ran around like headless flies.

"Everyone gather towards me!"

In the darkness, the paladin, whose body was shining with the light of the divine spirit, shouted to everyone.

——"The aura of kindness!"

——"The aura of courage!"

Immediately afterwards, the light around the paladin became even more dazzling, even dispelling all darkness within 10 feet of him.

The warriors were frightened by Feiyi Yeying's 'blasphemous aura', and when they saw the dazzling paladin, they all ran towards each other as if they had grasped their last hope.

——"Supernatural ability: Summon undead creatures!"

The flying winged night shadow hovering on the ceiling let out a strange scream, and light arrays emitting evil negative energy appeared on the ground.

With waves of bone-chilling energy filling the air, various undead creatures such as shadows, bound spirits, and resentful souls from the shadow plane were summoned.

The warriors who recovered from the tremors once again waved their flame-infused weapons to fight against these undead creatures.

"Jiejiejie..."

On the chaotic battlefield, weird screams sounded.

The flying winged night shadow hovering on the ceiling, with a piercing scream, flapped its wings and swooped down, and its huge figure instantly covered the three soldiers who were fleeing in fear.

Its lantern-sized blood-red eyes exude the purest hatred and desire for life and death.

"ah!!!"
To be continued...