Cyric is the God of Murder, also known as the ‘Dark Sun’. Because he holds the priesthood ‘Lies’, he is also known as the ‘Lord of Lies’.
However, ever since this guy read the "Hirui Sutra" written by himself, his thinking has become confused, and his divine power has quickly gone from "strong" to "weak", and now he only has a trace of spiritual thoughts left.
But getting the 'King of Lies' to tell the truth is not an easy task.
The moment he told the truth, Cyric felt that his "lie" priesthood was shaking.
The priesthood brings divine power, and as long as there are lies in the world, Cyric can gain power from it. The price is that he can no longer tell the truth or do anything that goes against his priesthood.
But Cyric has been wandering around the world for decades after leaving its divine kingdom, the 'Supreme Throne'. In its current state of confused thinking and weak strength, it has become more inclined to mortal thinking and has less and less divinity.
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When he said, "If Zhou Qingfeng dies, he will also die completely." Cyric even let out a mournful cry, saying that the "lie" priesthood had a tendency to leave him.
But Zhou Qingfeng keenly felt that something seemed to be separated from Sirik. The thoughts in his mind turned into thin threads, and lightly touched a ball of gray chaos. He immediately felt like a lotus flower and immediately weaved lies.
The urge to deceive.
This is definitely not a good thing.
The priesthood is the law, and touching the priesthood is equivalent to touching the power of the origin of the world.
Even if it means just a light touch and a quick escape, this simple touch is an unimaginable experience for Zhou Qingfeng. However, he expressed resistance to the 'lie' priesthood, and suddenly there was an additional item on the attribute panel.
Under the skill of 'Shadow Hiding', there is a line - 'Recognize Lies'.
Hey... are there such benefits?
Just such a light touch actually added a passive 'skill' to me
Zhou Qingfeng expressed joy at this. But when he wanted to touch it again, Cyric had already regained control of the 'lie' priesthood and took the gray chaos back into his mind.
The unfortunate god fell silent again.
There were no weapons suitable for Zhou Qingfeng in the equipment library. Apart from the stiletto sword, he only got a set of lighter cotton clothes, a pair of warm sheepskin boots, and a backpack for carrying things. These are all ordinary goods.
, not worth much money.
Todd, on the other hand, had a giant axe, cowhide armor, and an iron helmet to wear on his head. He was already extremely burly and became even more ferocious. The ground shook when he walked, and his steps were heavy.
"I feel much more comfortable." The barbarian held a giant axe, raised his head and chest, and laughed.
Poor Uncle Zhou was carrying a thin stabbing sword, and he couldn't carry it or grab it. He could only thrust it into his waistband, which was a huge loss in image.
Baiya Village arranged accommodation and provided food and drink for Todd and Zhou Qingfeng. At night, the two slept in Datongbu, sleeping with a dozen rough guys. Everyone stank, and the smell was really unpleasant.
He was also tired and slept until late at night. Zhou Qingfeng once again entered his 'information network'. He could still only check the prayers of some ordinary people, just asking for some food and clothing. There was no such unlucky guy like Ben's believer to let him
Take advantage.
After patrolling around, Zhou Qingfeng felt bored. The information he intercepted seemed useless and could not change his current situation. He occasionally comforted a few people who were in trouble and living in hardship, but it was meaningless.
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The weak need food, clothing, shelter, and a sense of security. This cannot be solved by a few empty words of comfort.
The poor little girl prayed again last night. She was still hungry and cold.
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the little guy from a bird's eye view.
The little girl didn't even have a place to live, so she could only pile up withered grass under the eaves of the cold wind, huddled in it, and waited for death to come. Faced with this cruel scene, he was extremely angry at his own incompetence and powerlessness.
"What can I do? I can't do anything." Zhou Qingfeng cursed in frustration in his mind, and could only give away the cotton coat he had received.
The thin cotton-padded clothes crossed the barriers of time and space and fell on the shivering little girl. The child was curled up in a ball and almost froze to death. After the cotton-padded clothes covered her body, it took her a while to notice, and she weakly shouted to the night sky
Voice, "Who is it?"
"It's me, the one who gave you food yesterday." Zhou Qingfeng sighed inwardly. He could see that the little girl's condition was very bad. She was hungry and cold, and a cotton coat couldn't solve the problem at all.
The temperature is extremely cold tonight. Without help, she will definitely freeze to death.
The little girl tried her best to wrap her body in the loose clothes and tightened her body. But her hands and feet were cold and her body temperature could not be maintained. The cotton clothes could not bring warmth. She begged again: "Please, can you
Can you give me something to eat? I'm very hungry."
This plea was heartbreaking, and Zhou Qingfeng felt very sad. But he didn't have anything to eat, so he asked: "Where are your parents?"
"Dad is gone and mom is dead."
"No one takes care of you?"
"No."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I can wash people's clothes, clean people, and do anything for the adventurers. I'm very capable. But the supply in the Black Forest has been cut off recently. No one gives me food anymore. The weather is too cold, I
I think I’m going to see my mother.”
The little girl was talking very calmly. "Going to see her mother" was a kind of relief for her.
Perhaps it was because Zhou Qingfeng, who was suffering from the same disease and was also in a difficult situation, became extremely manic. He didn't want to see the little girl die, and saving the other party was like saving himself.
If this humblest little girl can survive, it means Zhou Qingfeng can also survive.
After pondering for a while, Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and whispered: "Wait a minute, I'll think of a way. I must save you."
Zhou Qingfeng wanted to exit his information network, wake up from deep sleep, and find something to eat. But when he had the idea of quitting, he suddenly found that his consciousness entered another inexplicable area in his mind.
In this field, a black sun hangs in the sky, and in the center is a white skull surrounded by purple-black light. In front of the skull are a dozen thin lines that come from nowhere, and a stream of information.
Zhou Qingfeng's mind lit up, and he immediately understood that what he saw should be a server, that is, the location of a god.
It's Cyric.
The God of Murder has opened up a small divine realm in Zhou Qingfeng's mind and is accepting the prayers of believers. Compared with the large amount of information flow that can be seen in Zhou Qingfeng's information network, there is only the part that belongs to the 'Dark Sun'.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng appear, the skull in the center was also very surprised, "How can you kid enter my divine realm?"
"This is my territory." Zhou Qingfeng also yelled. He looked at the flow of information about believers' prayers, and he tsked for a long time and said: "Cyric, you are so pitiful, there are only these people who worship you.
?”
"Nonsense, there are only these believers in the vicinity. When I was in the Kingdom of God's 'Supreme Throne', I could directly contact all the believers in the entire Faerûn continent. There were so many believers at that time that I couldn't even count them."
Rick argued vigorously.
But it would be better not to say this, because it shows that Cyric's current state is really bad.
Zhou Qingfeng clicked his tongue again for a long time, which made Cyric scream like crazy.
It is really embarrassing for the majestic gods to be in this state.
"Say, Cyric, what are you talking about with the believers? Can you get them some food?"
"Food? Go away, I am the God of Murder. I am chaotic, evil, and cunning. I only want the power of faith. I am the most powerful dark sun in the world, so I will not ask for anything to eat. This is too low-level.
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"Are you sure?"
"certainly."
"You wait."
Zhou Qingfeng turned around and left, leaving Cyric's divine domain.
The God of Murder watched Zhou Qingfeng's back disappear. He stayed for a while and was actually a little afraid of this kid. "Wait a minute, let's discuss it again."