If it was Bane who captured the Red Knight, Raven would be completely unable to calm down. ●⌒, the God of Tyranny will use various methods to force any being who disobeys him to surrender, and also likes to use complete conquest to prove his greatness.
If the Red Knight is caught by Bane, he will probably be killed.
In his previous life, Ben also tried to play the game of killing girls to achieve enlightenment. He killed a certain goddess first and then killed her.
But Cyric... Cyric is a good kid!
Since his failure to win over Mystila, Cyric no longer believed in love. He drove him crazy and killed Aton, the only priest who had gone on adventures with him but had not become a god. At that time, Aton was already a Mystic.
The first high priest of the Church of Mystila, and Cyric lied to get Ayton to say blasphemous words about Mystila, so that Ayton could only be treated as the most despicable hypocrite after his death.
Cyric used his duties as the God of Death to bind Kelemvor, allowing Kelemvor to make the decision to refuse to return Aton's soul and return Aton to the Kingdom of Mystila. This decision destroyed Mystila forever.
The love between La and Kelemvor.
Since then, Cyric has no interest in women. His greatest interest is to use lies to create all kinds of love and death in the true sense.
From this point of view, Cyric is a true and loyal member of the Death to Death Group, loyal to his own heart, and breaking up every couple...
In addition, because he hates Kelemvor, the god of death, Cyric is very picky about the death he causes. He never kills people in large-scale battles, because this will increase the power of Tempus, the god of battle. He also does not kill people casually.
Whoever kills, only murder! Murder is the allowed way of death.
This twisted aesthetics of death means that people who die by his hands can only die in two ways: directly assassinated from the beginning, or deceived and then fall in love and kill their lovers, relatives and friends.
Now that the Red Knight has entered his field of deception, Cyric will no longer assassinate her. Similarly, there is nothing in the Red Knight's clergy and divine power that Cyric values.
Because he knew Xiaoxi's children's shoes very well, Lei Wen was very relieved about this.
The only thing he can do now is to wait for the opportunity to escape in three days.
Cyric's troubles in this life are even more outrageous than in his previous life. He used [Cyric's Hat] to control the God of Crafts, Gond, which led to the early entry of Ogma, the God of Knowledge. This is likely to cause the enemy who could have fought against [Cyric] to
Rui Mao's "True Lies" is released ahead of schedule.
"I should still have time." Raven thought: "Ciri's hat itself represents all the lies in the world. It's not that easy to fight against."
Through the infinite infusion of divine power from the priesthood of lies, the power of Ciri's hat is beyond mortal imagination.
It can be as small as telling someone "I had lunch" when greeting someone but actually I haven't, or as big as the child of the world doing something to deceive the consciousness of the world, it is all a lie.
If it weren't for the fact that lies themselves are not one of the origins of the world, it is possible that Cyric would be able to gain powerful divine power by relying on the priesthood of lies.
Looking at the dark clouds in the distance from Melissa's palace, Raven murmured to himself: "The key now is whether I can rush back in time to get the maximum benefit..."
At this moment, a good show is going on in Phantom Knight City.
The index finger of Mystila's right hand was wrapped with a flame that could directly burn her soul. It was peeling and burning, as if the tender finger without a trace of calluses was a candle. However, when she poked West's shoulder with her finger, it was nonsense.
None.
"Hahaha! I am the lying angel of my Lord. I can't feel pain." West laughed.
The Goddess of the Magic Network frowned. If you don't feel the pain, then the execution is meaningless.
"You are an unnatural existence, why don't you return to your original self?" The forest and the ranger goddess Melika used magic together.
Green represents the green of nature. The most primitive and original color in nature. This is the return of life forms. Perhaps it is a gift or a punishment...
Pain sensation restored!
"Ahhhhhhh!" West suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
All the gods looked at Melikai.
The forest goddess, who was dressed as a green ranger, curled her lips and shrugged: "I'm not the one executing the execution."
Gods: "..."
Sure enough, honest people in the neutral camp are more ruthless in tricking others.
"Let me do it." Ilmat, the God of Crying and one of the Three Friends of Justice, also known as the God of Suffering, stepped forward.
The perverted red rope easily inflicted greater pain on West, and immediately there was another series of screams.
But ten minutes later, West was still stubborn, looking absolutely determined and determined to die rather than give in.
Ilmat was embarrassed to be watched by the gods. If this continued, he would not feel much different from Ben.
"Hehehehe, it's useless. My lord Cyric has already discovered that I was captured. I informed my lord. I lost contact for more than half an hour and then they took away my heart and let me die..." West said ferociously.
smiling.
Tyr stepped forward and touched his finger, and extremely pure divine power flowed out from his fingertips. It showed a beautiful bright silver color, and the divine power surrounded Tyr's fingertips like mist. A few seconds later, three extremely small
A horizontal magic circle ran through Tyr's fingers, binding these divine powers together inwards.
Finally, it swirled and shot out, and a burst of gorgeous silver light blessed West.
Tyr said loudly: "In the name of the God of Justice, I grant you the glory of immortality for 10 days." The words of powerful gods are sometimes rules.
It is a mysterious power that can temporarily resist even death.
What a pity...Glory? Glory is nothing! Is this torture?
The gods looked at Tyr and were speechless again.
A mysterious wave came, and the gods simultaneously sensed that the heart in West's chest had disappeared. The gods immediately realized that this was Cyric's handiwork, and hurriedly further sealed the surrounding space.
"What should I do? This guy has no heart. Although he won't die for the time being, he still can't speak without the heart supplying blood." Tyr asked the gods.
"Use this to hold it up first." Tempus was the bloodiest, and he took out a pig heart from an unknown pig pen nearby.
"Let me do it." Ogma calmly took the pig heart and used his outstanding divine ability [Change Reality].
The God of Knowledge waved his hand, and a small magic circle with a blue inscription border appeared in each of the six directions.
The magic circle was compressed towards the pig heart on the palm, and together with the highly concentrated divine power, formed the six surfaces of a cube in the palm of Ogma's hand. The blue divine power repeatedly reflected and beat inside the cube, as if pregnant with something.
, and it seems to be reshaping something.
In the eyes of the gods, the large pig heart was still beating, but it kept getting smaller, until it reached the size of a human. In less than ten seconds, Ogma, who was holding the bomb in his mouth, had temporarily transformed the pig heart.
It turned into a human heart that could last for 18 hours and was stuffed into it by West.
Looking at the bloody Ogma on his hands, the gods couldn't help but shudder at the same time. Don't underestimate the wise man. In order to understand the structure of living things, the God of Knowledge must have done a lot of dissections...
West was about to cry, but now he couldn't die even if he wanted to: "Don't think I can say that my devotion to my Lord gives me courage."
"Well, since you mentioned courage..." Thom, the God of Loyalty and Courage, strode out: "Courage, the evil party does not deserve courage. In the name of the God of Courage, I will deprive you of that boring courage!"
As soon as a magical spell passed, it seemed as if some brilliance had been taken away by Thom, and West, who was fearless just now, instantly became as timid as a mouse.
"Hmph! I'm an angel of lies." West said harshly.
"Don't waste time!" Mysterious gestures were combined with unknown spells. Mysterious arcane fluctuations rippled in the hall, and a large number of shining ancient secret runes floated in the air, echoing constantly. The gods discovered that,
Except for a few gods, such as the God of Knowledge, no one recognizes these runes.
A dazzling blue light shone into West, and the Angel of Lies suddenly changed his expression, his eyes widening as he felt his own changes.
I couldn't tell a single lie that I had thought up.
"This is Power Word. As long as my magic is still in you, you can't tell any lies." Mystila said with great pride.
This is definitely a huge irony for Cyric.
How wonderful, isn't it? A lying angel who can't lie!? It makes me happy just thinking about it.
Sure enough, when it comes to revenge, women deserve it!
The gods looked at the Goddess of the Magic Network with great confusion.
Mystila put her hands on her hips, and the queen's aura was fully displayed: "Okay! Now answer my question, West! Do you understand?"
"Got it, bitch!"
Mystila nodded...wait! Something seems wrong!
"What did you call me just now?" The Goddess of the Magic Network frowned coldly! She looked like she wanted to eat people.
The magical lying angel cannot lie: "The magic net... bitch?"
Mystila: "..."
Gods: "..."
Mystila's hands were trembling. Cyric's followers had been forcing her to call her a bitch, and she knew it. But speaking out in front of so many gods, no matter how well-behaved she was,
I can't even keep it on my face.
"I order you to call me another name!"
West was very, very hard, and under the terrifying power of the mantra, he couldn't even resist how much delay the words jumped out of his mouth.
He tentatively said in a low voice: "In those days, in order to seduce men, she used a corset to wrap the size of a pear into the size of an apple?"
The whole place was dead silent.
"Pfft" Please forgive Laila for smiling too low, but she really couldn't help it.
With Laila as the hilarious point, all the gods in the audience laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha!"
At this moment, the Goddess of the Magic Network's spirit collapsed. Cracks in the ground, burrows in the ground, or a direct jump to another multiverse, etc., all popped up in her mind.
However, a strong sense of responsibility still binds her.
Even though her whole body was shaking, even though she was dying of shame and anger, Mystila still held West's collar hard, and her roar like a female tyrannosaurus resounded throughout the hall: "Say! Cyric uses it to control gods like the Red Knight,
What the hell is this!?" (To be continued.)
ps: Don't be so glass-hearted... I started my career by writing about stallions... I'm not so stupid as to make the red knight jump on the street or get ntr.