What is an offensive priest?

Chapter 28 The Devil's Pact!

Mizora!

She is the Cambyon that the adventure team chased from Baldur's Gate to Blackrock Town.

Richard's gaze lingered on that face, which was almost otherworldly beautiful, for two seconds.

Mizora noticed and turned to look at him, but the other man showed no fear or other desires.

Like the most devout believer in the light, his eyes revealed a hatred for the blasphemy of hell.

This only made Mizora more interested.

"A human priest, without relying on divine magic or the minions of a god, destroyed the chain demons under my command with his bare hands."

She walked slowly closer, the blazing flames creating alluring patterns beneath her bare feet.

"The world of Faerûn is truly full of wonders!"

This statement seems to be both a praise of Richard and...

The excitement of spotting rare prey!

Avel keenly noticed Mizora's gaze and quickly stepped in front of Richard, raising his staff horizontally. The resonating crystal at the top of the staff emitted a dazzling, dark purple light.

"Mizora!"

"Don't even think about making any improper advances towards Lord Richard!"

Seeing Avel looking like a lioness with her fur standing on end, Mizora smiled intoxicatingly and couldn't help but tease her.

"Stain stain stain,"

"Your Excellency Anvenska, you don't seem to care about your previous two teammates this much."

Avel's eyes darted away, but he remained firmly in front of Richard, not taking a single step back.

She knew very well that this cunning devil would use every despicable means to lure his playthings into depravity.

Anvenska?

Miss!?

Richard stared at the resolute figure in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing in his golden eyes.

Although he knew that Avir's drow identity was a disguise, he really didn't expect that she was actually a woman!

Moreover, judging from what Mizora said, her background seems to be quite extraordinary.

Upon seeing Mizora appear, the Shadow Druid Mok rushed to her feet as if he had found a lifeline.

"Sect Leader, they are the ones who killed the hellish messengers you sent!"

He pointed at Richard and Avel, his voice unusually sharp with excitement.

"Please help them..."

Grand Druid Mok's words came to an abrupt end.

Because when Mizora looked down at him, there was no trace of concern or anger in her eyes, only pure, utter boredom, like looking at trash.

"I've sent you my men," Mizora said, her voice soft but sending a chill down Mok's spine. "They'll help you seize the Greenwoods and make you the sole Archdruid leader of this forest."

She paused, her crimson pupils narrowing slightly.

"But you don't seem to have given me any feedback?"

Upon hearing this, the Shadow Druid Mok's eyes flashed with panic, and he quickly replied.

"Please give me another chance!"

"I will prove my loyalty to you! If you send some more devils, I will surely..."

"It's a pity."

Mizora interrupted him mercilessly, shaking her head slightly.

"You have broken our contract!"

"Breach...breach of contract?" Moke's eyes widened.

"According to Article 128 of the contract."

Mizora's voice remained calm, but every word pierced Mok's heart like an icicle.

"The contracting parties shall not disclose to any third party, in any form or at any time, any information relating to the existence of the contract or the devil."

She looked down at the half-human figure lying limp on the ground.

"And you, just now in front of these two guests, revealed the existence of the messengers of hell, and even admitted to cooperating with me."

Mizora shook his head, a feigned regret flashing in his crimson eyes.

"No...no! Please let me explain!"

Moke screamed in terror.

"It was your devils who showed themselves! They were the ones who exposed themselves first! I—"

Mizora seemed to have lost patience with the toy in front of him.

"Unfortunately, there are no exceptions in the contract!"

She raised her slender right hand and gently pinched her index finger and thumb together.

Snapped--

A crisp snap of the fingers!

next second.

Suddenly, a dark red crack appeared in the ground beneath Archdruid Mok's feet!

From the depths of the crevice came terrifying echoes of countless wailing souls, mixed with the stench of sulfur and the scorching heat of lava.

"No--!"

Mok let out a desperate scream, trying to escape, but countless skeletal arms burning with hellfire reached out from the crack and grabbed his limbs tightly!

Those arms were incredibly strong; no matter how much Mok struggled, they remained completely still.

"The consequences of breach of contract are clearly stipulated in the contract."

Mizora looked down at the halfling druid being dragged toward the rift, his crimson pupils reflecting the flames of hell.

"The soul of Avernus will be eternally imprisoned in Lord Zariel's furnace, burning for ten thousand years."

"Please, spare me—"

"Aaaaaah—!"

The final scream of the Archdruid Mok was completely swallowed by the rift.

The dark red crevice slowly closed, as if it had never existed.

On the ground, only a charred burn mark remained, along with the lingering stench of sulfur in the air.

Having witnessed the entire ordeal of Grand Druid Mok, Richard was not surprised.

No one can profit from making a deal with these cunning and shrewd devils.

From the moment he signed the contract, his fate was sealed!

Mizora turned to look at Richard, her eyes filled with longing for her new toy.

"So~"

"Now, can we have a proper talk?"

Her gaze passed over Avel and landed directly on Richard.

"About a brand new contract!"

Mizora's voice was seductive, as if it possessed a kind of bewitching magic.

"I know why you've come here."

"I know what you want. If you sign a contract with me, I will grant you the power to fight against the Underdark."

Richard did not give a direct answer to Mizzola's invitation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his iron fist burned with a sacred aura. Although he was much weaker than before, it still exuded an inviolable majesty.

"You can choose to run away; at least you still have that chance!"

Seeing Richard's resolute attitude, Mizora was neither angry nor threatened, and his expression did not even change.

On that strangely beautiful face, an even stronger interest was revealed.

"What a fascinating stubbornness!"

Mizora's voice was as sweet as honey, yet it sent a chill down Avel's spine.

The more a prey resists, the more it will attract the hunter's attention!

As a demon from hell, she has enough time and energy to ensure that any plaything she sets her sights on has no chance of escaping.

That was the case with the son of the High Duke of Baldur's Gate.

"If you change your mind, feel free to call me anytime. I'll always be there!"

A fiery, blasphemous flame began to rise from the soles of her feet, coiling around her long, slender legs.

The flames spread to his waist and chest, eventually engulfing his entire body.

Mizora's silhouette gradually blurred in the flames, but his crimson eyes remained fixed on Richard.

I look forward to seeing you again!