The knight in the abyss

886 - Choose one

"Lancelot, are you sure?" Karaline couldn't help but said, "After all, that's..."

"I know what that is." Lancelot smiled, "But if I accept that power, I probably won't be able to continue taking risks with you in the future, right?"

"It definitely won't work in the abyss." Kelemvor said enthusiastically, "Unless your camp turns chaotic and evil, you will be thrown out by the power of the plane itself in a few days. So every time I just I can send a few clones into the abyss to hunt down those soul thieves, that is one of the few entertainment activities I have."

"Uh, my lord, we are a group of mercenaries, if you need..."

"Becoming a god still has some advantages, such as being able to send countless avatars and doing different things in different places in the multiverse at the same time. I can accept Jergal's preaching in the city of the dead while chasing and killing those who dare to come from me in the abyss. The soul-stealing demon of the kingdom of God. So no, I'm not going to pay you to do what I love to do. Well, have you figured it out, ser? Are you sure you're willing to give up the power that's rightfully yours? ?”

"Yes, great Lord of the Dead."

"And you, my honorable lady?"

"I'm not interested in that." The Raven Queen shrugged, "I just want what you promised me in advance."

"Of course." Kelenvor nodded, and looked at Lancelot again, "Although this divine power is nothing to me, it has extraordinary meaning to you. I will give you three options , you can choose one of them as compensation for giving up this power."

"Option one is my blessing, whenever you die, you will be resurrected at midnight where you last rested, until you wish to end it all yourself."

"Option two is a scepter. Once a day, you can use it to resurrect any dead mortal, as long as the soul of the dead person is still in the obscurity, or the god he believes in. However, this scepter will be It can only be used by you or against you, and, according to the completeness of the corpse, you must pay for the corresponding casting materials: a corpse without any trauma only needs some diamond dust, and a corpse with no corpse at all needs a five carat or more diamond…"

"It's too expensive..." Brutal muttered softly, "Can't it be avoided..."

"No." Kelemvor shook his head decisively, "Those are not for me."

"Sorry, sorry, you ignored me." Brutal quickly apologized with a smile, "And isn't it just diamonds, my elder brother doesn't lack this..."

"That's right... Option three is a weapon, which is the sword at my waist." The Lord of the Dead pulled out his epee, "This sword contains the power of my domain, except for its own sharp edge. In addition to sharpness, all targets hit by this sword have a certain probability of entering a state of "death sleep". "Dead sleep" will not bring about real death, but a fainting of bodily functions similar to death and suspension, which lasts for a whole day. Targets that would have been killed by this sword will not be mortally wounded, but will inevitably enter a state of death sleep, except for undead creatures-they will be destroyed immediately, and the effect is better than my own The priest's hammer is even better."

"So, what's your choice, ser?"

"Uh, that sounds great..." Lancelot showed a shy smile, "Can you give it all to me?"

"……no."

"Hey, don't be so stingy, you just said that you hit it off with me, and you said you saw the shadow of yourself in me, what an intimate relationship this must be..."

"You can give up your qualification to become a god, why are you so greedy now..."

"Become a god? With the favor of the great Lord of the Dead, who would use it to become a god? As for the little bit of divine power that was plucked from Cyric, of course it is to honor your old man..."

"...Stop talking, you can only choose one!"

"Why are you doing this? It doesn't cost much... Your chain mail shirt seems to be pretty good too. Is it an artifact? And your belt with opal inlaid, I don't seem to feel any magical fluctuations. If you don't No matter how valuable it is, why not give it to me..."

Everyone watched Lancelow and Kelenvor bargaining in dumbfounded. Although the Lord of the Dead wore a silver metal mask on his face, everyone could clearly feel the helplessness of the god from his body language.

"Hey, Elf..." Brutal poked Aramiel with his elbow, "According to the story, the end of such a request is usually not good, right?"

"Hmm... If it's the kind of god you meet by chance on the side of the road, it's really not suitable, but if you are more familiar with it..."

"Is that how you usually talk to Suni?"

"How dare I!!" The elf priest immediately denied, but his expression immediately became a little hesitant, "But...Looking at it like this, maybe it's good to try..."

On the other side, Lancelot also launched a final offensive towards Kelemvor.

"Cyric has been quietly controlling this demiplane for almost a century. You should have an idea of ​​how many human-faced maggots can be produced during this period of time? Now he may be planning in a corner of a lower plane If you want to manage any big plan, are we the most suitable candidates? This time we are only dealing with one of his clones, and next time we have to deal with his main body. It is not too much for us to get some advance payment Bar?"

"Excessive, excessive." The Lord of the Dead rebuffed in a resolute tone, "And I must warn you that Cyric's power is far beyond your imagination. In the past 100 years, many weaker divine powers have been swallowed by him. Even I dare not touch the web of lies weaved. Once you leave this demon realm, without my direct instruction, don't show any hostility towards Dark Sun."

"...Oh." Lancelot knew that there was probably nothing to do, "Can't you really give it all to me?"

"No. Pick one."

"Then the scepter." Lancelot stretched out his hands, "There is nothing more suitable than it."

"You didn't choose to bless?" Kelemvor asked in surprise, but he still took out the scepter, "It seems that your purse is really heavy..."

"Compared with wealth, of course my partners are more important." Lancelot smiled softly, and reached out to take the scepter, "Thank you for your gift, great Lord of the Dead."

"You deserve it." Reaper's tone sounded like he was relieved, "Well done. Then, respected Raven Queen, the next step is..."

"Wait a minute!" Lancelot said again, "Sorry, my lords, I still have a little trouble here..."

"Anything else?" Kelemvor couldn't help taking a breath, "What's the trouble?"

"This thing..." Lancelow shook the trident in his hand, and a pitch-black crystal fell out of the weapon, "It seems to be the memory of Cyric's avatar..."

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