Finally, he had a divine artifact of his own.
At this moment, Søren had an urge to cry. He had been in this world for so long. He had been a God for some time, but it was not until today that he had a divine artifact of his own. The most fundamental reason was that divine artifacts were too rare in this world. Even when the Avatar Crisis broke out, the number of divine artifacts was still not many. Icingdeath was infused with a part of the Archdevil's soul and divinity. The foundation of the divine artifact had been completed. Now what Søren had to do was to infuse it with a part of the power of the law.
Any divine artifact had its own part of the power of the law!
This was also why divine artifacts could not be used casually. Even legendary items may have camp requirements and profession requirements.
Søren now had two choices.
One was to infuse a trace of his soul power into it, so that this divine artifact would become his exclusive weapon. Even if others held it, they would not be able to exert its power. The material plane's Warlock families had such a divine tool. The most representative one was a ring. Because the name was too long, it wasn't mentioned. Its effect was that only the direct descendants of the family's bloodline could use it. Of course, if you had a special ability like [Omnipotent Hands], you could also use it.
The second choice was to infuse Søren's own power of the law, which was the evolution of his divine power.
This method was more common.
Take the ring of Reinhardt, the Demigod Vampire, for example. Apart from himself, other vampires could also use the artifact ring. If Søren chose to infuse his own divine power of the law, then this divine artifact could not only be used by him, but also by the priests and followers who believed in Søren. Of course, the premise was that they had obtained Søren's permission.
This effect was similar to divine power. It was used to deal with some powerful enemies, and Søren's body was not in the material plane.
Many powerful gods had left such divine artifacts, but the premise was that the god had more than one divine artifact!
Finally.
Søren still chose to infuse the divine power of the law. This would take some time after returning to Modor City. When the divine power was infused, the power of this weapon would be even more powerful.
After all, it was impossible for a divine weapon to only have one or two weapon characteristics.
(Note: If Søren chooses this option, he can infuse his divine power into the weapon when necessary, and then allow a devout believer to temporarily obtain a portion of his power to fight.)
In the end.
That was the name of the weapon. Since it had already been upgraded to a Divine Artifact, he naturally had to consider changing its name.
Coming up with a name was too troublesome.
Søren didn't have a good choice for the time being. He could only look at the weapon's characteristics in the future. If he couldn't think of anything, then he would continue to call it 'Icingdeath'. After all, the name was just a code name.
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Meanwhile.
On the third level of the Baator Inferno, inside a huge and magnificent palace, a furious and terrified roar suddenly rang out. "How is this possible?! My power! … "
"Damn it! … "
"He actually stole my power! … "
A terrible breath filled the air, causing the entire palace to tremble slightly. However, this voice didn't spread out, but only echoed inside the palace. This was because the Archdevil couldn't let others know that his power had been weakened. Although he was extremely angry, he didn't lose his mind, especially when he had many competitors and potential enemies.
The incarnation represented a part of the soul.
If Søren's demon incarnation died, it was possible to permanently reduce a part of his attributes. Similarly, if the incarnation of the Archdevil died completely, he would lose a part of his attributes and power.
This ratio was about one in twelve!
After a long time.
The angry Archdevil finally calmed down. His snake-like body circled on the throne and began to think about his next plan.
The lost power would not come back. He was not a stupid demon lord. Since he had lost a part of his power, as a devil, he must find a way to restore or take away the power of others. With the arrival of the Avatar Crisis, the attention of many Archdevils had shifted to other planes. The intensity of the internal strife had temporarily decreased by several degrees, so no one would notice that he had become weak in a short time.
"Master!"
At this moment, a coquettish demon appeared outside the palace. They were a species similar to Succubus, but they belonged to the Baator Inferno Camp and had a part of the blood of fallen angels. These beautiful females were all demons. Mortals who fell into their hands would end up miserable. Not only would their bodies be completely drained, even their souls couldn't escape the fate of depravity.
What was more terrifying was that the mortals killed by the demons were too addicted to lust and lust, and their intelligence would be easily affected.
If their willpower wasn't enough, they would easily become the lowest level of demons after depravity.
The Archdevil – Maman was the incarnation of greed and lust. There were a large number of demons in his palace. At this moment, the one who appeared was his head maid. This female demon bent down slightly, revealing her towering peaks, and said in a charming voice, "The Hellpoemer wants to visit you."
(Note: Demons always need to add a comma, so I'll temporarily call her a demon.)
…
"The Hellpoemer?"
The Archdevil – Maman couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He didn't care much about this Hellpoemer because his strength wasn't ranked in the Baator Inferno at all. However, he couldn't ignore this person because he was the supreme ruler of the Baator Inferno and a follower of the [Lord of Hell] – Asmodeus. To a certain extent, the Hellpoemer's position in the Baator Inferno was not inferior to some low-level demon lords.
Maman straightened his snake-like body. He hated his current body because it wasn't as strong as the original Inferno Demon. However, he didn't dare to show all this because this was Asmodeus' punishment for him.
After pondering for a moment, he said slowly, "Let him in."
Soon.
The figure of the Hellpoemer appeared outside the palace. Behind him was a beautiful fallen angel with a demonic aura. A trace of surprise and ecstasy appeared in the depths of the Archdevil – Maman's pupils, but he concealed it well because he found that the soul of this fallen angel was a little different.
"Your Excellency Maman."
The Hellpoemer bowed his head elegantly to show his respect. Then, he said slowly, "I've brought good news for Your Excellency. Perhaps we can try to cooperate."
"Cooperation?" Maman narrowed his snake-like eyes and smiled strangely. "Let's hear it."
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Autumnfall.
As the Archdevil's incarnation was pulled out by Søren, the scales of victory had completely tilted to Søren's side.
The next battle was almost no difficulty, but the ghouls hiding in the sewers were a little troublesome. The servants of the Ghoul King were lurking under the city, and it was very troublesome to completely clean them up. It was common knowledge that the undead were always easy to create and resurrect. Completely purifying them would take too much time and cost.
In the evening.
Autumnfall had completely changed its owner. The Noble Council that was tempted by the demons suddenly became the target of everyone. Even some nobles with good moral conduct became the target of suspicion. People thought that they might have made deals with the demons. There were some riots among the angry people. Their accumulated resentment broke out, and some even tried to attack the members of the Noble Council. However, these people were soon brutally suppressed by Søren's elite army. The remaining members of the Noble Council became the targets of Søren's protection.
Because he absolutely would not allow this kind of behavior that was close to rioting!
Blood and fire.
Under the swift and cruel suppression, a small number of rioting civilians and a small number of soldiers were quickly slaughtered by the elite army. The people who had calmed down began to feel afraid and learned what was meant by obedience. They also understood that Søren was not a savior like the Virgin Mary. He was a ruler with an iron fist.
Perhaps in the past, they would have rejected such an iron fist dictatorship. But now, they were just weak lambs. They needed the strong to protect their own safety.
Any anger, any resentment, any suffering should not evolve into chaotic violence.
This was Søren's order!
Therefore, after thousands of heads fell to the ground in a row, Autumnfall restored order and peace at an amazing speed when night came. Starting tomorrow, they would prepare to move the population. Søren incorporated part of the Autumnfall army and took over the defense of the entire city.
The Druil were silent.
The lurking of the Demon Archduke represented their dereliction of duty and proved their incompetence. They did not even notice such a serious corruption. This severely weakened the power of the Druil Order.
Søren did not want to waste time.
Because his time was too tight. There were only two months before the New Year. After more than sixty days, Søren would have to consider dealing with the first batch of enemies across the plane.
The plane's barrier had completely failed because of the energy storm!
The existence of a large number of space cracks caused creatures from other planes to appear in the material plane at any time due to some accidents. A simple analogy was that when a demon in the bottomless abyss was wandering, it may suddenly encounter a space crack and then appear in the material plane or the elemental plane in the blink of an eye.
The city of Modor was also within the range of the impact!
In Søren's memory, there had been a demon army and senior demons in the Amazon Islands, although these enemies were defeated by the powerful Amazonian female warriors.
But this also meant that the outer islands, which were very close to the Amazon Islands, would also become a disaster!
Population transfer.
This should be the last time Søren transferred the population of Autumnfall. Those who were willing to go with him would find a way to send them to the outer islands. Those who did not want to go could stay in Autumnfall or go to the Elven Kingdom.
The Avatar Crisis had broken out!
The orcs were no longer a threat. The arrival of winter slowed down their pace of attack, and before the ice and snow melted in spring, Eugene should have a headache on how to deal with the sudden arrival of the demons.
The terrible era of turmoil had come.
In the end, Sauron could only give them one sentence: "Good luck!"
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