Topics such as souls and gods are too mysterious and can easily lead to discussion.
A group of people were discussing heatedly around the corpse hanging on the rack, and Zhou Qingfeng was also a little uncomfortable - not long ago, the guy hanging was talking to him in a weird tone. But in the blink of an eye, the other person turned into
A cold, stiff corpse.
Hearing the quarrel, Savage Todd also stopped and stood outside the circle to listen to everyone's discussion.
Zhou Qingfeng asked what exactly were they talking about?
Todd replied: "The evil god believer is not a weakling. The cold wind and injuries cannot kill him. Lucans will not kill him easily. It is nothing more than constant torture. But he died."
Todd then pointed to the person who was examining the corpse, "That's a necromantic wizard apprentice. He can tell whether the soul of the deceased is still there. Generally, the soul will not dissipate immediately after death, unless something special happens.
"
Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand anything. He only saw a guy in a robe stretching out his withered fingers and looking through the hanging body.
"Todd, what kind of gods do thieves generally believe in?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"There are many gods that thieves believe in, but the strongest one is the 'Dark Sun', which is Cyric, the god of murder. His priesthood is 'Murder', 'Deceit', 'Lie', and 'Illusion'. A young man who longs for power
tend to follow it.
But Cyric is a psychopath. It is narrow-minded, arrogant, and thinks that it is more powerful than any god. So it often does weird things.
For example, it disappeared from the "Supreme Throne" of its divine kingdom a few years ago, and its whereabouts are unknown. Some people claim that Cyric has gone crazy, and some say that it is wandering in the world. For this reason, its followers and enemies are looking for him everywhere.
It is true that Cyric's divine power has suffered a great loss. Although the Church of the Dark Sun insists that there is nothing wrong with its gods, its priests can occasionally obtain divine spells through prayer, but the number and power of the divine spells that can be obtained are constantly weakening.
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By the way, Cyric had a very bad relationship with Bane, the God of Evil. The two evil gods fought fiercely before. But as Cyric went crazy and Bane fell, the war between the two gods ended.
.But now Bane is resurrected..."
Todd talked for a long time and let out a long sigh, which was quite troubled by the troubled times ahead.
Zhou Qingfeng frowned. The victim was in contact with the evil god Bane last night, and his life force was cut off by him. The situation before his death was very strange. He always felt that the back of his neck was cold, but when he looked back,
Nothing.
Just then...
A sinister voice sounded in Zhou Qingfeng's ears out of thin air, "Boy, are you scared? You were the one who caused trouble last night, intercepting the vitality of Ben's followers, right? Your fear excites me, and your origin makes me excited.
I'm curious."
"Who?" Zhou Qingfeng turned his head again and looked around.
Todd was standing by. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's head spinning like a top, he asked, "Victor, what are you doing?"
The suspicious Zhou Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't find anything and could only sneer at Todd: "Wind, a gust of wind made my neck feel cold."
As soon as he said this, Zhou Qingfeng really felt his neck getting cold. It seemed as if someone was deliberately pouring cold air into his neck. He also made a weird smile and mocked him: "Boy, you look so ignorant, even a barbarian."
Not as good as anything.
The things he said, as long as you stay in a tavern for two months, the bard can pour all kinds of ancient legends into your mind. But you don't know anything."
This weird sound frightened Zhou Qingfeng out of his mind. He stood stiffly and did not dare to move. He asked in shock: "Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am Cyric, what the barbarians call crazy. I am in your mind. The conversation I just had with you has restored some of my memory. I decided to reward you and transform you into my servant. I will praise you every day.
What do you think of my greatness?"
A god sneaked into his head?
It would be a lie to say that I wasn't panicked.
Zhou Qingfeng reached out and touched the back of his head, up and down, but found nothing unusual. He said in his heart: "Are you really a god? Why did you come to me?"
"Because you are very interesting. An ant-like mortal dares to mock me and provoke me. This is so interesting. I am the only true god in this world. What do you think I should do?" The voice called Cyric shouted.
laugh.
Zhou Qingfeng's hands and feet were cold from the laughter. He was running his brain at high speed in a panic, and asked calmly: "Are you really a god? But how did you end up in this situation? You don't want to bully a little person like me.
"
Cyric, the God of Murder, is one of the few powerful gods in the human pantheon of Faerûn.
It likes to weave lies and conspiracies, and it makes close friends, lovers, and relatives kill each other. Its followers spread strife and murder everywhere, leading mortals to destruction and disrupting the normal operation of the world's order.
'Dark Sun' has proven more than once that in order to gain power, it can use any means. However, it will definitely not tell Zhou Qingfeng that because of its extreme thirst for power and its attempt to become a god above gods, it has done what it did in the past few years.
Did something stupid.
In order to make all mortals and even gods worship him, Cyric spent a lot of his divine power to create a "Ciré Book". This book contains powerful power and promotes Cyric as the only true god in the world.
As long as they read this book, any mortal or god will unconditionally become a follower of Cyric and be controlled and instigated by it. As a result, after the book was written, Cyric was so happy that it was the first to read it.
I read 'The Book of Heroes'.
So under the influence of this artifact, Cyric turned into an idiot who only knew how to praise himself, and fell directly from the Kingdom of God and fell into the mortal world.
His powerful divine power vanished into thin air, his spiritual thoughts disintegrated, his mind became muddled, and he ended up relying on a mortal to survive.
But even so, Cyric retains part of his divinity, and is not an existence that ordinary people can resist. It still has a bad character, loves to play conspiracies, and is happy to see mortals kill each other under its threats and lies.
Last night, Cyric was attached to a Bane believer, and I prayed that the information stream was constantly changing color because it was causing trouble. Now it broke away from the unlucky guy and possessed Zhou Qingfeng again...
The sound of Jie Jie's weird laughter became louder and louder in Zhou Qingfeng's mind, making his heart beat faster and making him panic and uneasy, but there was nothing he could do about it. Until the sound of Jie Jie's weird laughter turned into a scream of 'Ah'...
"What's going on? You are actually an unbeliever." Cyric, who got into Zhou Qingfeng's brain, asked in surprise, "You still despise the gods and all gods. How can you have such courage? The power of the gods is beyond your ability.
imagination."
In the continent of Faerûn, belief in a certain god is the instinct of intelligent creatures. Unbelievers are more terrifying and extreme existences than pagans.
The furious Cyric roared, like a storm setting off huge waves. The sound waves impacted every corner of Zhou Qingfeng's mind, and the vibrating echo caused a strong resonance in his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.
After Cyric yelled for a long time, he realized that his efforts were completely useless.
Zhou Qingfeng was originally extremely cold, but after being yelled at a few times, a warmth filled his body. His hands and feet became much more flexible and no longer became numb and stiff. His resistance to the cold was significantly improved.
When I brought up the physical fitness panel, my physical fitness, which was originally only six, jumped one notch and became seven.
Hey..., is there such a good thing?
Zhou Qingfeng, who was shivering, suddenly felt less afraid.
"Whether I believe in God or not is none of your business." Zhou Qingfeng suddenly felt happy after receiving the benefit, wishing he could urge the God of Murder in his mind to roar angrily some more times.
Cyric was not stupid. After yelling, he realized that the current situation he was in was very wrong. "Boy, you didn't turn into an idiot under my roar and absorbed my power?"
"You are the idiot." Zhou Qingfeng replied in his heart, "I don't even know who you are? Is there such a bad god as you in the world? You are too weak to show your power to an ordinary mortal like me. "
"You still dare to mock me? I want..."
The angry Cyric stopped shouting, forcibly restrained his anger, and cursed bitterly: "Boy, I won't give you any more benefits. I can possess other people and let others kill you. This blasphemer."
Zhou Qingfeng felt that the coldness behind his head was leaving, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
It's really not a good thing to be possessed by such a psychotic guy. It would be best if the other person is willing to leave.
But if this psycho controls other people to take revenge, it will be really troublesome.
He was thinking about whether he should beg for mercy, but the coldness in the back of Zhou Qingfeng's head never left. It was as if he wanted to leave but couldn't, as if he was being held back by something.
Cyric struggled for a long time, and finally cursed like crazy: "Boy, not only are you an unbeliever, your body is actually a cage. Are you from the underworld or the temple of nature? Are you here specifically to trap me?"
The underworld is the territory of Clanvor, the god of death, and the Temple of Nature is the territory of Lathander, the god of morning light. Of these two gods, one is neutral and the other is kind. Both have a grudge against Cyric, the god of murder. They have long wanted to do this. Kill the madman.
But does Zhou Qingfeng know this? He only understands that Cyric seems to be unable to leave. Feeling confused, he replied, "Can you go away, you damn thing? Don't rely on me. I don't like being 'ghosted'" ."
"I am a god, not a ghost! The place where I live is called the 'Supreme Throne'. I am not the reptiles in the endless abyss, nor the coward in the nine hells." Cyric became furious again and shouted loudly, "I He is the god of murder and the dark sun."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at his attribute page again. His strength seemed to be showing signs of breakthrough, but it was still a little bit short. He thought for a while and continued to taunt: "I have never seen such an incompetent god like you. Don't you want to find someone to kill me?" ?Don’t just talk without practicing.”
just do it!
Cyric screamed in anger, feeling that he really needed to do something.