The voice that came from who knew where was filled with temptation. Rayne's mind shook violently; he had heard it on the Thane Plateau several years ago.
Black Emperor Balkor!
He was one of the most powerful gods in the world, the mortal enemy of the Goddess of Magic, and at this moment, he was watching Rayne and casting out bait once again.
Rayne's expression remained calm, and he gave no response.
Balkor's voice echoed in his mind again. "Mortal, I know your ambitions. Heh heh..."
He let out a low chuckle, as if he had already seen through everything, and seemed rather pleased. "Everything you've done to the Aurelian Empire accords perfectly with my doctrines. You were born to be my believer. You are better than any of my chosen in the mortal world. Worshiping Vejestri will bring you no benefit."
"Serve me, and you will gain invincible power in the mortal realm."
"I will help you conquer the Empire and ascend the Golden Throne. The entire Aurelian Empire, along with the billions of mortals in the Old Continent and New Continent, will kneel beneath your feet and shout your name."
"Think about it."
"Vikramaditya II only rules the Gupta Kingdom, yet after receiving my blessing, he gained such tremendous power."
"If you conquer the Empire and the human nations, ruling a territory a hundred times larger and tens of billions of subjects, how much power could my Imperial Armament bring you? Whether they are Soul Saint Wizards among humans, Archmages among elves, or those Saint Tier powerhouses, they would all be ants before you."
"You will be a god among men!"
Balkor's words entered Rayne's mind one after another. His tone gradually rose, becoming impassioned and resonant, making Rayne feel as if he could see himself seated atop