West crawled around, quickly adjusted his appearance, and knelt down in front of a temporary altar.￥f,
"Welcome the return of the great Dark Sun! My lord Cyric! You are the supreme being in the world, you are the hope of all mortals, you are the destroyer of all false gods and ungrateful hypocrites, my lord..."
"That's enough!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the sharpness in the tone made West tremble.
"My Lord..."
"I ask you, why is Zhentarim Keep, my holy land, so empty now that rats can run away!? Where are the people? Where are my loyal followers? Are they all dead? I can't feel the power of their faith, nor have I received any messages from them.
The soul! Where is Tinos!?" Cyric's angry anger seemed to melt the whole world: "Raise your head and answer me! Just as I believe in you, I also believe that even if 99% of my believers betray
, even Tinos will not betray me."
West was trembling all over, like chaff, and slowly raised his head to look up at Cyric, his mouth was squirming, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"My lord Vatinos...Tinos..."
Seeing his most loyal servant's reaction, Cyric suddenly felt bad.
"Say! What's wrong with Tinos!?" Cyric's voice suddenly became sharp, like scratching glass with an iron awl.
"Tinos was killed by Revan. Even his head was given to the former Prince of the Erwin Empire, the current Emperor of Erwin Agadon, as a capital for his ascension to the throne!" West cried.
He lowered his head and burst into tears: "Dear my lord, I really don't dare to lie to you. Go and take a look. Tinos's head, sealed by ice magic, is still hanging on the city gate of King Erwin."
"Why don't you snatch it back!?" Cyric's sharp and mean face was distorted, and he was already furious.
"Steal? Let alone rob, you can't even steal it back. You haven't shown your terrifying majesty and miracles for too long, and most of your believers have become despicable betrayers."
Cyric felt a chill in his heart. This was far from what he imagined.
In his mind, although he escaped from the divine realm in embarrassment, he must have some foundation after becoming a god for so many years, right?
What's more, before leaving temporarily, didn't he still have a large group of high-ranking priests? They are the foundation of the church.
Why was it that when I came back, I could only sense West and Flandre, the ‘Nightmare Enchantress’?
You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when dead.
Okay. If there is no body, then the soul should come back, right?
Cyric knows very well: Even if a high-level priest dies, even Kelanvor, the god of death who is most at odds with him, will strictly abide by the rules and temporarily prevent these souls from returning to the mother river of souls. Wait until he returns.
Give it back to him.
Now, even the soul is gone!
The only possibility I can think of is that their souls were intercepted by other gods before returning.
Sure enough, West started to think about it.
"Most of your priests were sacrificed by the followers of your mortal enemy Bane. Among them, Prince Darthniel of Imosa sacrificed the most. However, all your major losses cannot be avoided by a mortal."
"who!?"
"Raven* Yunfield! He seems to have mastered a secret method. After killing Tinos, even his soul was imprisoned or destroyed. And he has almost mastered all the secrets of murdering the church. It can be said that, my lord, your loss
Most of it was caused by him."
"What? Raven again?!"
In West's tearful narration, Cyric finally understood what happened during his time away from God's Realm.
After hearing this, Cyric almost fainted.
Forced to run away, not only the believers were almost gone, but even the petitioners who were devoured by Kozev could not be expected to be replenished in number.
This loss is not only huge, it is simply unbearable.
Cyric's originally pale face took on a sickly blue color, and now it was even more terrifying.
It was completely unexpected that the Silver-level kid who didn't even want to take a serious look at him would become the culprit responsible for the destruction of his empire of murder and lies.
If it was just a deep hatred when this kid revealed the location of his divine kingdom, which caused him to escape from the divine realm in embarrassment, then now it is completely an eternal and irreconcilable hatred that can never be eradicated.
Even if he is placed under his own god's throne and burned in the most painful fire for tens of millions of years, he will not be able to erase the shame of this time.
Cyric seemed to hear the mocking voices of the gods and saw the sarcastic smiling faces.
Countless auditory hallucinations and hallucinations almost drove Cyric crazy!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Cyric roared, roaring angrily, destroying everything in his temple crazily.
West was lying on the ground, shivering, waiting for Cyric to vent his anger.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, Cyric finally calmed down a little.
"Where is Raven now? I want to kill him myself."
"He... the latest news is that he was ambushed by the Spider God Queen and dragged into the bottomless abyss. Even the people in his hometown of Phantom Knight City have no definite news about him. However, my lord, it may be difficult for you to sneak attack.
He. He...seems to have mastered the origin of shadow, one of the origins of the world. As long as you miss a hit, the incarnation of Tempus may intervene." After that, West collected the latest information about Raven.
The information is presented to Cyric.
Cyric finally realized that in just over a year, the little mortal who had deceived him with his miraculous precognition and omniscience had grown into an astonishing figure that even he could not look down upon.
Monster.
This kind of crazy growth rate at the level of ancient monsters, even gods need to look up to.
Which one can become a god without a combination of chance and crazy struggle?
But no matter who he is, no one can grow as fast as Raven. In just one and a half years, he has grown from a black iron-level mortal to a demigod who has mastered the origin of shadow. He is only one step away from becoming a god.
This step makes a world of difference to most mortals.
For Raiven, who has already created the reputation of the Shadow Prophet...it is almost universally recognized that Raiven can become a god without any problem.
No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Cyric had to learn one thing. He could no longer stand up to Raven.
"My Lord, since you are back, we should continue to remain secretive and gather the believers again. After accumulating strength, we can give him a thunder blow." West suggested tentatively.
Although he didn't want to say it, but thinking that he had to rely on West, who was almost his last loyalist, to do the work, Cyric still hesitated and spoke out.
"No, there is no time. If I cannot gather more than 200,000 fanatical believers within two months, I will most likely be reduced to the level of weak divine power."
This news was simply bad news from heaven. Thunder rolled from the sky, making Westray burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. He was speechless for a long time.
Once upon a time, the name of the Dark Sun frightened mortals throughout the main plane.
Once upon a time, Cyric was sitting at the pinnacle of medium divine power, and he was only a short step away from becoming a powerful deity.
Now? Cyric's divine power no longer makes ends meet, it's simply a huge deficit.
To maintain the level of divine power, it is impossible to rely on conventional means. It requires a major event that shocks the main plane and even the entire multiverse, so that a large number of mortals are frightened by the terror of the dark sun and quickly convert to Cyric.
The only thing West could think of was...
"Yes! I will completely destroy Raven Yunfield and his bitch mistress Lyla, as well as all the people and gods who take refuge in Raven and are close to Raven."
West instinctively thought: How is this possible?
Who knows, Cyric said with confidence: "If it is another god, of course no! It can! It can! But who am I? I am the supreme dark sun! I am the king of lies."
West knelt down devoutly, waiting for Cyric to finish venting his arrogant declaration, and finally heard Cyric's plan.
"I plan to dismantle part of the Kingdom of God, add my remaining divine power, and then inject the power of my divine domain into it to create an artifact hat." Cyric described his grand plan.
"Hat? I don't understand what you are saying, my lord."
"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that the power of all my lies will be gathered from above. Not even the true God is immune to my power."
"Then what? My lord!" West bowed devoutly.
"Then you give this hat to a noble test subject. This test subject should preferably be a true god. If it succeeds, I will be able to destroy Raven's seemingly solid alliance without any effort. Hahahahaha
!Hahahahaha!" The entire Murder Temple, and even the Murder God Realm, echoed with Cyric's arrogant and sinister smile.
When West heard this, he immediately understood the crux of the matter.
For three days, Cyric worked without sleep for three days to forge this artifact.
Three days later, in the middle of the night, just after 12 o'clock, Cyric called West.
The hat placed in West's hand is an extremely ordinary gentleman's hat. It has a standard round brim and a high dome.
But the poor needlework skills, which even a novice hatter's apprentice would not be so bad, made West's teeth hurt. He knew that this was the handiwork of his great god Cyric himself.
But the hat in my hand has extraordinary magical power.
Suddenly it looked like a huge, sparkling obsidian with metallic qualities.
Anyone who looks at it will be fascinated by it.
Looking carefully, West even discovered that every part of the cloth on the edge of the hat was covered with words from the Age of Gods from the beginning of time. Each word contained a faint purple-black flame light.
Any Master can tell the horror of this hat with just one glance, because no technology in the world can carve the divine text into such a small size. You must know that each divine text represents the god who carved it.
Only will.
Cyric being able to do this is quite terrifying.
This is something that no craftsman can create, and even a close imitation seems impossible.
West looked at the hat as if he was possessed. He was vaguely attracted to him and put on the hat. He subconsciously blurted out, "What's so special about this hat?"
"Yes, but for you who believe in me, this hat is meaningless." Cyric replied. (To be continued.)