This powerful spell is nothing more than an imitation of the Banshee's power.

Banshee's Wail's effects are, even among the dazzling array of complex arcane spells, incredibly simple and crude. While spells of the same level could fill an entire article on their effects alone, and a whole book on their applications, this one can be described in a single sentence.

If you hear the scream, you will die.

And now, the monster that could emit such a destructive howl overflowed from the besieged camp like a flood, floating towards Mars and Kelemvor.

The sword blade with the sacred light of the Holy Slash once again brushed past Gracia's waist, leaving a shallow wound.

However, immediately afterwards, the power of the Holy Avenger and the power of the Holy Slash were infused into the wound at the same time, and a brilliant flower of light bloomed on her waist, and the devil's scarlet blood sublimated and evaporated in the light.

In just another minute, Mars would completely destroy Gracia's ability to resist.

Mars didn't want to retreat.

But when the hissing rain fell on his armor, he was forced to retreat.

He and Kelanwoqiji raised their heads.

The vast sky of the hazy realm had been enveloped by endless dark green rain clouds at some point.

Ominous, heavy raindrops echoed through the hazy realm, accompanied by Larloch's words. "A ten-ring conjuration spell, Larloch's Acid Cloud—once upon a time, I created it to counter the Anti-Magic Field and the rising fame of Apodel. Its lethality isn't great, but its singular strength is its ability to unleash a powerful acid cascade that ignores magic resistance and Anti-Magic Fields, reducing Holy Avengers to scrap metal."

"Mars, can you survive this acid rain?"

After saying this, Larloch waved his hand downwards.

The destructive acid rain, the strong acid evaporates into thick white mist in the sky, and the mist falls in a rolling manner.

It was as if the sky was collapsing.

Sixty-two Swords of Death (10)

Chaos soon began.

At first, the defenders didn't realize how dangerous the abnormally vast acid cloud was.

They had already blocked too many attacks with the Wall of the Faithless, so this acid cloud shouldn't be a surprise.

Thunder and lightning, plague and blizzards, and the like have all been blocked outside the Wall of Faithless. Could this acid cloud be an exception?

However, it really can be the exception.

Mustafa was naturally maintaining the detection magic at this moment. He didn't pay too much attention to it at first and just glanced at it casually.

But then he started sweating profusely.

He called out in the telepathic link: [Your Majesty! Madam! Do you see that acid cloud?]

The area of ​​the lingering acid cloud is indeed astonishing, but the acid cloud itself is still within the scope of imagination.

But the acid rain that falls from the clouds...

There doesn't seem to be any magical aura.

Magic is a symbol of power, and countless items are powerful because of magic.

However, using magic to create things that do not rely on magic is the highest art of magic.

Not relying on magic means it cannot be reversed or removed. Magic only allows it to happen, not maintains it.

All powerful wizards know that spells with this characteristic will inevitably play an extremely deadly role in certain special situations.

And Emilia also realized this.

"Everyone take shelter in the tower! Acid rain is extremely dangerous!"

The Mage King's voice echoed throughout the Faithless Wall almost immediately: "I repeat, hide in the tower immediately, don't take any chances! The Faithless Wall's barrier is ineffective against this acid rain!"

A few days ago, many defenders would have muttered inwardly, thinking the young man was making a big deal out of nothing. But after witnessing Emya transform countless metals into a destructive behemoth, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

No one dared to ignore his serious warning.

However, some defenders were still reluctant to leave: "...If acid rain is dangerous, then the artillery..."

They could move, but the heavy artillery was obviously impossible to move.

They had been operating these powerful weapons for several days, completely immersed in the roar of these steel behemoths. Now they were actually going to leave them where they were?

However, all these hopes disappeared when the first drop of acid rain fell.

The heavy, sticky droplets practically crashed into the Faithless Wall. Then, the massive wall seemed to scream. A visibly dented section of the once-sturdy wall. The still-warm gun barrels mingled with the acid rain, unleashing a numbing hiss and a stench that made one's body numb.

Many defenders could not understand what strong acid was, but they knew that their fragile souls were definitely more fragile than the Wall of the Faithless!

Almost the next moment, the torrent of acid rain arrived.

Just as Emilia said, the barrier of the Wall of the Faithless turned a blind eye to the acid rain that covered the sky and allowed these destructive liquids to flow freely on the wall.

Wherever they flowed, the bricks and tiles of the Faithless Wall began to be corroded and damaged at a speed visible to the naked eye. The solid bricks melted into strange foam at a speed visible to the naked eye, and were carried down the wall by the strong acid and rolled down into the city.

Dark traces, foam emitting a strange smell...

Almost instantly, the Faithless Wall turned into a hell. The Faithless Wall, which had left the entire Alliance helpless, was paralyzed.

Larok did not cause large-scale casualties, but forced all the defenders to stop their activities.

If the walls of the faithless cannot withstand the scrubbing of acid, how can the already fragile soul resist?

Larloch accomplished such a great feat with ease, but he did not show any complacency. Instead, he looked solemnly in the direction of Emiya.

He heard Emiya's voice. This meant that the new Mage King was indeed in the City of Judgment.

He was not afraid of Emilia, but Emilia's appearance meant something else.

Mystrel is also in the City of Judgment.

Then he had to make some more preparations.

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The acid cloud was incredibly large, covering nearly a third of the Faithless Wall and extending outward to completely engulf Mars and Kelemvor.

If the Wall of the Faithless was not at a considerable distance from the city's residential areas, the residents would have already evacuated to the interior, and the city would have been a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Naturally, these two had nowhere to hide. The acid rain that could penetrate the Wall of the Faithless could also ignore the Holy Avengers.

Mars had no choice but to take the only way to help the two of them resist the acid waterfall.

"Force field wall!"

A transparent and substantial force field wall opened in the air along Mars' fingertips, and the hemispherical wall fell upside down, perfectly protecting the two of them.

The force field wall was literally indestructible. Even the destructive acid rain was powerless against its level of defense, giving Kelemvor and Mars a precious moment of respite.

"...That's really great." Mars looked at the strong acid flowing outside the force field wall, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

These great wizards really do have a trick up their sleeve.

However, they were still lucky - because the two of them obviously had no energy left to care about Gracia at this moment.

Bad news! Larloch clearly had no intention of considering her feelings. The already severely injured Duke of the Nine Hells was pelted with acid.

The devil is certainly quite resistant to acid, but unfortunately, the power of this spell is too great.

Even a powerful devil let out a heart-wrenching wail when caught in the acid tide.

Kelanwo couldn't help but sweat on his forehead when he heard Gracia's scream - if the Devil Archduke performed so poorly in the face of this acid storm, then ordinary people... ?

He couldn't help but grasp the sword, but he couldn't make up his mind: Is this acid cloud worth using the so-called third chance he applied for?

The acid cloud is a big enough threat... but Larloch could probably unleash a second and third one!

He must ensure that the third time has a shocking enough effect so that the attraction of the Sword of Death can reach its extreme!

At this moment, the acid flow in the sky seemed to hit an invisible obstacle and suddenly spread out to both sides.

It seemed like fear, but also like a grand ceremony to welcome the leader.

"What a mess, Gracia."

Larloch's voice drifted slowly through the gaps left by the acid rain.

"...Lalok...!" Gracia endured the excruciating pain, using the blazing flames to burn away the acid from her body. However, after only a brief moment of exposure to the acid, her once beautiful features were completely destroyed, leaving behind a hideous face like a parched land that hadn't seen rain for a year.

Larloch sneered, "Your current appearance is more befitting of a Princess. After all, everything you have comes from your father. Your talent, your appearance, have nothing to do with your status. You should stay in your room as a vase, or try to use your father's reputation to continue your evil deeds—and you shouldn't disrupt my plans."

Gracia swallowed a breath and wanted to say something else, but looking at the sour clouds in the sky, she couldn't help but tremble.

The gap in strength between her and Larloch was simply too great. Even Zariel might not be Larloch's opponent, so she certainly didn't have the capital to act recklessly in front of Larloch.

Larloch's strength and power were already so great that even his father was taken aback. She had once thought that she could temporarily suppress him by relying on the might of the Gods and Non-Gods, but the cruel reality soon taught her a lesson.

"The City of Judgment is yours..."

Gracia hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't dare to refute. She gritted her teeth and tried to leave this sad place.

However, the next second, Larok flicked his fingers lightly, and the dark green force field instantly locked the space, nailing Gracia, who originally wanted to leave, to the spot.

Gracia was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but get angry: "LaRoc, what do you want?!"

"I need a witness." Larloch pointed at the Death Blade in Kelemvor's hand. "I don't want to be dragged into boring conspiracies, that's all."

Larloch's robes rustled in the storm of acid rain. "Now, Kelemvor, cease your pretense of power. You cannot deceive me: you are no longer the God of Death. The power you once held is no longer yours. I offer you a choice: surrender the Sword of Death to me, and let Judgment City cease its rampage under my rule—and thus, Judgment City will meet its most perfect end."

"Ridiculous," Kelemvor said coldly, "I wonder who exactly is involved in this perfect ending."

"Of course it won't just fall upon you like this," Larloch replied with equal grimness. "You must prove your worth... For example, where is Mystril now?"

"You expect me to betray my friends?" Mars almost laughed out loud. "Has your brain been burned dry by negative energy?"

"You think you're protecting her?" Larrock's eyes lit up with a rare fire. "You're no match for me right now, so you're just pushing her to death. And yet you still have the audacity to call yourselves her friends?"

"...Ah?" Mars and Kelanwo quickly realized the abnormality in Larloch's tone, and the expressions on their faces quickly became extremely exciting.

Kelemvor gasped, and Mars's eye twitched.

The paladin hesitated, then took a deep breath and said, "Then you're probably too late."

"What's the meaning?!"

"Emiya and Yin have been in a relationship for a long time." Mars said in an unusually sympathetic tone, "They have often disappeared for several days at a time. It's no surprise that Yin's belly is getting bigger. No matter what you think of Yin, it's too late."

Larroc made no reply, nor any movement.

However, the lich's withered body seemed to have weathered for thousands of years in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, the Lich King's body seemed to come back to life.

However, this vitality is completely dominated by anger.

"Son of Bhaal, how dare you tell such a monstrous lie...!!! I've changed my mind. Everyone must die here today!!! Even Mystril is no exception!"

Sixty-three Swords of Death (Eleven)

Larloch had a crush on Mystril, the first goddess of magic.

This matter... should be said to be reasonable.

In particular, many people present knew the interpersonal relationships of the second magic goddess, Mystra.

It's unbearable to watch, a mess, with no taboos. Should I choose those with exceptional talent as the Chosen Ones, then have sex with them? Or should I first find those I really want to have sex with, and then promote them all the way to becoming rare mages?

Similar arrangements are common in the songs of bards.

However, when Larloch almost admitted in person that such a great arcanist was also somewhat entangled with the most mysterious first goddess of magic, the scene was still a bit weird.

But Mars was thinking about other issues at the moment.

His eyes paused for a moment on the numerous banshees, his voice filled with confusion. "You like... Yin...? But our entire team knows that Yin is extremely averse to evil necromancy, right? In all this time, even a fanatical demon-lover like her has never cast a single evil necromancy spell. If you like her, why did you become a lich?"

"She casts spells with impunity on a daily basis, yet even so, she's unwilling to dabble in evil necromancy. How could she possibly like a lich?"

Each lich is a master of vile necromancy. Unlike the elven Beren liches, the rituals used to transform humans into liches are profoundly evil. The design, initiation, and maintenance of this process are heinous.

Of course, Yin's reasons for hating the evil necromancy were not so upright, but her attitude was extremely clear.

"A son of Bhaal, speaking so brazenly, is laughable." Larloch glanced at Mars. "You can't conceal the murderous aura that emanates from you. A paladin who could break his oath at any moment, dares to bark before me? Even your father isn't worthy!"

Is there an insurmountable barrier between gods and mortals?

Maybe, but there are exceptionally strong people among mortals, and even gods have their weakest moments.

A being like Larloch, who could shake the very definition of mortals with his own strength, was certainly not afraid of a weakened god who had just been resurrected, let alone a mere son of God.

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