Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 450 Restrictions
"It seems you've recovered well."

Nohill's answer was irrelevant. In fact, he was estimating Catherick Som's self-healing speed. Catherick himself didn't mind Nohill's response at all. He just continued to talk to himself.

"You are a strong man, Noshir. You were able to defeat me and kill the mastermind in front of me deep in our base camp. This strength is enough for me to respect you, but I still have to tell you that your actions are completely meaningless."

"I am the Chosen One of Melkor, an immortal legend. You defeated me this time and thwarted my plan, but you will never be able to kill me. All you did was earn you the wrath of a god and the hatred of an immortal."

Noshier did not respond, but continued to observe the regeneration speed of Catheric's limbs. By now, Noshier had a certain grasp of his regeneration ability, but Catheric continued to speak without realizing it.

"Even if you bury me in the abyss, I will climb out step by step from the bottom of the abyss. Even if you are exiled to another dimension, I will break the barriers of the world and cross the world to seek revenge on you. Maybe you win this time, Noshir, but you will never win forever."

"One day, you will fail. That day may come soon, but if you are lucky enough, you may be able to escape for a long time, until you are old and even have a happy family. But no matter what, death..."

"Okay, you can shut up now."

Noshil stretched out his left hand and raised his index finger in front of Catheric. This obvious body language directly stopped Catheric Som's endless threats, but Noshil's indifferent expression and such contemptuous attitude deeply angered Catheric, making him unable to maintain that calm!
"You—how dare you!"

boom! ! !
In response to Catheric, Nohil suddenly swung a heavy punch with his right hand. The newborn brain could not withstand such a strong blow. Facing Nobel's steel-like fist, Catheric's newborn limbs were as fragile as tofu and exploded into pieces of minced meat, bone residue and mud.

Even someone as immortal as Catheric would not be able to control his body after losing his head. Far away in the City of the Dead, Melkor, who had been observing everything going on here through Catheric's eyes, also had his live broadcast signal cut off by this attack.

Faced with such humiliation, even a cold-blooded and ruthless man like Melkor would be furious. If possible, Melkor even wanted to send down his incarnation directly on Catheric, and use the power of God to crush Noshir, the disrespectful little ant.

However, the incarnation of God cannot come down easily. The influence of God on the material world is limited. This is the rule of the God above Gods. The existence of AO requires any god who wants to send down an incarnation to meet certain prerequisites.

But the place where Catheric is now is not His temple. Although there are enough corpses here, which can be pieced together casually and with enough rituals to arouse His consciousness, this is not His domain after all. Catheric Som has occupied this place for too short a time, and this place has not arranged the ritual conditions that can sustain His incarnation.

Even the pile of bones that had been piled up had been destroyed in the previous fight, and the remaining believers were completely slaughtered, with Catheric being the only believer present.

Although the presence of the Chosen One would be enough for Him to forcibly send down an incarnation, this would be too difficult after all. Not only would it require a huge amount of divine power to accomplish, but it might also cause dissatisfaction from the AO. For Melkor, this was really not worth the loss.

The turbulent years a hundred years ago had consumed too much of Melkor's power. Because of his own priesthood, he had also made too many powerful enemies over the years. For these reasons, as long as Melkor still had a little bit of rationality, he would not make such a waste for the sake of momentary pleasure.

——"Sure enough, this is a set of legendary armor."

The perspective shifts from the exasperated Melkor back to Noshir.

At this time, Noshier smashed Kesrick's head with a punch, and then began to dismantle his armor in a friendly manner. In order to facilitate the dismantling, Noshier also gave Kesrick Som a set of amputation gift packs, and then he stripped off his entire iron shell.

"What a shame, I can't seem to wear this armor."

Through the ability of the panel, Noshir already knew that this armor was a gift from Melkor to his chosen people. Unless it was a creature certified by Melkor himself, that is, Melkor's chosen one, who could wear it and fully utilize the effectiveness of this armor, other creatures could not use this legendary armor at all. If they insisted on wearing it, it would even trigger a curse.

Although Noshir has obtained the complete set of armor, even he cannot ignore the restrictions of a god. At present, this set of armor can only be used as a collection, which is undoubtedly a pity. Fortunately, Noshir, who owns the panel, has no shortage of legendary equipment.

After feeling a little regretful, Noshier stopped thinking about it. Anyway, as long as he could take the armor off Catheric, he would have achieved most of his goals.

Now the general had been completely disarmed by Noshil, leaving only a set of underwear on his body. Even if Catheric had intact limbs, Noshil could easily defeat him without weapons or armor.

Now Noshir is an absolute attribute monster. Without armor as defense, in close combat, even if Catheric uses the means given to him by Melkor, he will definitely not be Noshir's opponent.

However, in order to prevent this guy from causing any accidents, Noshier still took out a double insurance for him.

He first tied up Catheric's whole body with activated ropes, especially his limbs, which were tightly tied up, using physical means to prevent his body from regenerating. Catheric himself was handed over to the predator by Noshil.

He let the predator bite Catheric with its bloody mouth and move forward. The predator's sharp fangs were directly embedded in Catheric's ribs, and his head was even stuck in the predator's throat. According to Nohill's previous speculation, Catheric's head could grow half way within five minutes.

After making this assumption, Noshier directly ordered the predator to spit the minimum-power hellfire at Kesrick every five minutes, thus suppressing Kesrick's regeneration.

With such means, even if he had extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible for him to cause any trouble under Noshier's nose.

(End of this chapter)