Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 650: The Blade That Grants Peace

"Blade! Grant peace!"

With a roar from the monster, the blue-green copper-green blade spun and flew towards the shield in front.

'Boom'!
"Hmm~"

A ray of moonlight rose from Mal and Comlan's bodies at the same time. They couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and a line of blood spurted out of their bodies.

Their shields were not shattered into countless pieces until they were caught by the people behind them.

"Yin Yue?" An illusory voice of unknown gender sounded softly, but without further inquiry, it just laughed coldly, "This is, the first knife."

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Calm." The weirdo bent down and thanked in an extremely humble tone.

Unfortunately, no more sound was heard in the air.

He shook his head with a slight regret, then quickly straightened up and laughed wildly: "Ha~ I see you guys... (⊙o⊙)... Uh?"

Mal and Komlan, who were knocked away and seriously injured, have been revived with full health, and even the shields they raised again are no different from before.

If it weren't for the impact just now that caused the scarab to rush into the crowd, he would have suspected that he was in an illusion and had invited the Lady of Pain in his dream!

After sensing the huge shield standing tall on the opposite side, the weirdo was sure that it was indeed of the same nature as the pair of shields that had just made them spend so much time thinking about it.

Moreover, even the faint smell of divine power on it is exactly the same.

what the hell!

Did they give up an opportunity to ask for help just to let the scarab rush forward by one tenth?
Although the main reason was that the two knights were really tenacious, and the assistants behind them reacted quickly enough, throwing out several bottles of life potions at the critical moment, which made the scarab react a little slower.

After all, dozens of them passed by, but in the end there was no movement at all.

Maybe it was even used as a training tool.

How many recovery potions do those people have?
They are obviously mortals of extremely low level, not even half as strong as the scarab, but they can handle it just by spending money!
Maybe he is still studying the weaknesses of these scarabs!

Fortunately, the scarab cultivation method is different in each region.

Here, because of his special connection and properties with the Cup of Life, although the conceptual nature of the scarab has become stronger than before, its weaknesses are also extremely obvious... The balance between life and death must not be destroyed.

Because of the existence of the Cup of Life, they really only considered whether the power of death would take away control of these scarabs... Although the lich is good at using necromancy, he knows too much about the true meaning of death.

Although they had not originally anticipated what these scarabs whose weaknesses had been discovered could do, after all, this thing had already been found to have a fatal flaw and needed to be corrected in test sites elsewhere.

However, the destructive power of the scarab is still worth believing.

Useless things also have other uses.

Moreover, as long as the tunnel is unobstructed, some of their test subjects can be released!

But what should I do now? I can't smash the blade again!

The weirdo couldn't help but look at the cup of life in his hand... Now, right now, he needed a solution!
If it weren't for the big incident in Sigil and the Lady of Pain herself being extremely angry about the losses suffered by the gods in Toril, how could she have helped just because she wanted Amaunator, whom those guys hated the most, to recover his powerful power as soon as possible?
Of course, this is also because they have established contact with Poseidon, no, it should be said that it is Poseidon’s son Triton that they were able to get the opportunity to communicate with this lady.

However, the Lady of Pain has always maintained a neutral stance and cannot help them all the time... Each level of blade can only be used three times.

If the scarab's weakness hadn't just been discovered by those little trash on the opposite side, how could he have used it at this time?
Even if it is not the strongest one, it is easy to expose some problems!

Not to mention, the lady had already looked at him once...if she was going to use him for the second time right away, the weirdo would be a little worried.

Although he was not the kind of person who cared too much about face, after experiencing some things, he finally understood that he just cared too little and was thick-skinned enough, not completely without it.

There were some stories that the two people he followed could not accept, and he absolutely could not accept them either.

Well, the only way is to create less topics of conversation.

For example, because he asked the Lady of Pain for help several times in a row, he was ridiculed by the people in Sigil... This kind of story, which was once very ordinary in his eyes, could quickly become a big joke that would be passed down for thousands of years among some scum.

He still had to survive in Toril... and stand firmly at the center of power!
Never let yourself fall into such a miserable situation.

He glanced at the Cup of Life worriedly: "Are you sure that this world doesn't have those...things?"

"No, no." The Cup of Life said irritably, "There are only white dragons and local gods."

"But that silver moon just now!"

"That was Selûne's artifact before she was defeated by Shar." The Cup of Life said impatiently, "She casually lent it to her subordinates, and her subordinates casually took it and died on the battlefield in the outer domain.

What do you have to fear about someone Selune likes? "

"Yeah, she thinks Amaunator is pretty good!" The weirdo sneered.

The Cup of Life said indifferently: "Don't test me, I will always obey the will of my Lord." The weirdo couldn't help but laugh secretly... You want to make your own decision! At this time, who doesn't know that there is a trace of Amaunator's consciousness in you?

But he also knew that this matter could not be discussed.

After all, what happened to the Cup of Life was no secret.

Toril's group of mentally abnormal outsiders have made this matter known to the world, and even had a little fairy queen write a drama about it and sing it everywhere.

Therefore, no matter how important the Cup of Life is to Amaunator, the other party will never acknowledge it.

He was even exiled to the border areas of foreign lands.

But, as the object of Amaunator's soul, this thing can't really be damaged... Looking at the skin wrapped around his body, the weirdo said unwillingly: "When can I take off these dirty things?"

The Cup of Life ignored his confusion and brought the topic back to the previous step: "This artifact of Selune has been completely destroyed. Even if she comes in person, it is impossible to restore it to its original state.

Given her personality of not liking to cause trouble for herself, she probably wouldn't care about this world.

It is said that... that little guy that Corellon loved very much, disappeared in the universe.

Many people are looking for him!
So does Selune."

"Isn't that also someone Selune admires?" The weirdo still couldn't control himself.

He was really annoyed with Selûne and her followers, even more so than those Tyr paladins who were shouting at him to kill them.

"Uh..." The Cup of Life hesitated for a second and said, "Selune just likes him, not appreciates him.

You, perhaps, don’t understand the difference?”

"Red robes also have emotions. Even though I chose the path of a lich in the end, I still know what I gave up." The weirdo responded coldly and gave a sharp counterattack, "It sounds like you have a good impression of that half-elf wizard?

However, I seem to have heard that most of the things Amaunator asked you to do were ruined by him?

What... is it that you and Amaunator have a difference of opinion?"

"Does Bane know that you are so brave?" The Cup of Life asked back without hesitation, "Even though I only stayed in Toril for a short time, I have heard about the legendary story between him and the Goblin Lord Magnubiye!

Would he allow you to befriend the half-elf wizard who brought those bastards to Toril?
But, Serge, aren't you always at war with those bastards?"

"But, at least they know their limits!" The weirdo laughed, "Even if the fight gets more intense, they will never enter our plateau."

"Heh~" The Cup of Life made a mocking sound...exactly the same as when the weirdo had just mocked him.

The weirdo almost thought he had just laughed out loud.

Then he realized that it was because of their relationship that they had to be connected at all times due to their life-and-death relationship that the Cup of Life sensed his emotional fluctuations.

Amaunator, who was hiding in the cup and had almost no reaction to anything in the outside world, would not hear it.

As for what the cup itself would say... the lich believed that as long as those bastards and goblins were still in Toril, the Cup of Life would have no chance of turning back.

Regardless of whether the plan in this world succeeds or not, this cup can only continue wandering in the next world.

But he is different.

Whatever the reason Bane sent him to assist Amaunator, he also had his own goals.

As long as he can really touch the Styx with the power of his soul this time, he won't have to worry about how to deal with the endless enemies after being completely abandoned by Bane.

But he also discovered that there was indeed a huge gap between the Cup of Life and Amaunator.

After all, the relationship between him and Bane is not that of a believer and a king.

Rather, it was just a collaboration between the greedy old lich and the unwilling tyrant.

Bane even got in touch with Kasuth through him, and then got in touch with Amaunator.

If the master and servant had remained as close as they had been in the past, there would never have been such a misunderstanding in the Cup of Life.

The monster suddenly became alert... No, you can't use common sense to infer something like Amaunator.

The most vivid example is the first generation goddess of magic who did not believe in Amaunator's divine work but believed that he still had reason.

He couldn't make the same mistake.

The old lich looked up at the two huge shields standing in the passage again, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Why, I met this kind of guy again, who is willing to spend money even though he has a lot of money!"

(End of this chapter)