Perhaps as early as the moment it fell from the sky, Yilmat was ready for this.

By the time Tyr, who had lost his eyes and was immersed in the memories of his passing memories, it was too late.

In Tyr's perception, it was a ray of light shining into the dark night, perhaps not bright, but so soft, quiet and peaceful, like a light that enlightened humanity.

In Haim's eyes, the thin, short, and slightly bald old friend was sitting cross-legged on the motionless Chaos Demon Dog, with an open-minded and gentle smile on his unassuming face.

The red rope that had been bound to his pale hands was windless, like a line of escaping blood, escaping and merging into the mottled and cracked chains, which seemed to come to life and bound Ilmat himself.

It is like the drowning man who tied the demon stone to his feet, and the evil thing that had fallen into a deep sleep for a while, slowly sinking into the noisy tunnel of eternal darkness.

He will turn himself into a yoke to evil, and he will be exiled forever in the most desolate, lonely, and crazy place in the world.

Yilmat was an ancient deity, but because of the endurance, suffering, martyrdom and perseverance of the priesthood, he was not taken seriously from the remaining gods.

Even his doctrine of helping all the wounded in the world and bearing the suffering for others was once misunderstood and ridiculed by the world, saying that the followers of this god must be a group of masochists.

Tyr instinctively wanted to raise his hand to stop Yilmat's almost suicidal move, but was suddenly stopped by Haim beside him.

Heim didn't speak, but Tyr instantly understood what the other meant.

Heim wanted him to respect Yilmat's choice and practice his own choice, and he couldn't help but think of the old friend who had said to him with a martyr-like smile:

"In my opinion, taking on suffering for others is the most sacred act. ”

"Dying for the right faith is also the most glorious deed. ”

And just when Tyr was in a daze, Tilmatt's words fluttering in the wind sounded in his ears again:

"Tyr, don't grieve over my choice, I don't die so easily, I chose a long wandering.

"I used to be confused as to why a weak god like me still had so many followers on the Korrell continent.

"Later, I realized that in this cruel reality of the world, many victims, the sick, and the poor need to rely on the alms of the suffering church to survive, and they converted to me more out of spiritual comfort.

"Because their efforts have no direction.

"Because there is no light in their lives.

"They chose to suffer silently out of helplessness and sorrow, because the weak can only have more possibilities to survive if they huddle together for warmth.

"The human heart naturally yearns for light, and if there is a choice, most people will surely choose a more gentle and beautiful life and path.

"So the moment you appear in this world with that pure light, I am like a waterthirsty traveler in the desert, and I am indescribably moved to see the frozen people in the cold winter.

"Tyr, I'm sorry for robbing you of your chance to be a hero, I know it's selfish to do so, and I know you're tired.

"But wait a little longer... The world really needs more... You are such a being. ”

Tyr's face was pained, as if he had seen the image of his friends falling in front of him again, and wanted to ask the question that broke his heart:

Why did you choose him, he was just an ordinary and mediocre god. ’

Ilmat was heard to continue:

"Maybe one day, when the process of civilization develops enough to tolerate more justice, freedom, equality, and justice, when everyone has a sense of self-redemption, enough food and clothing to stop suffering from hunger and cold, perhaps, there will be no need for a suffering god like me.

"If that day does come, please don't feel sorry for me.

"On the contrary, I would feel honored.

"Because, together with those suffering travelers, I have completed our historical mission.

"Tyr, I've heard you talk about your mission.

"It's great... It's like the morning light that illuminates every corner of the world in the long night.

"It's... It's so beautiful...

"I... I really yearn for it..."

Yilmat's increasingly faint voice finally died away in the noisy wind.

That soft light also gradually dissipated as the spatial crack below the Iron Castle Sanctuary closed.

And I don't know if it's because his heart is like the world that has been devoured too much by the Chaos Demon Dog, or because he has blatantly violated his duty to guard the temple of the gods, Tyr, who has high hopes for Ilmat, also seems to carry an unbearable weight on his back, and it becomes rickety at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he is many years old.

"Tyr... You!" Haim exclaimed in disbelief as he suddenly grabbed a stumbling Tyre.

"Ah, is it finally gone? I may be doomed to disappoint Ilmat. ”

Tyr, whose divine power had finally dissipated, revealed a complex expression that seemed to be relief and pain.

What he didn't say to Haim was that the moment he stepped out of the temple of the gods, his righteous priesthood had been stripped away...

From that moment on, he ceased to be a god, at least, no longer a god of this world.

At that moment, Tyr, who was really like an old man, blind, crippled and forgetful, looked up at the sky silently.

I wonder if I have become such a self, can I really realize Saiya and Yilmat's hopes for myself?

And just when he was confused, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, which was the picture that his abandoned eyes saw before his divine power dissipated and died completely necrotic:

The stone platform that originally held the three slabs of destiny was already empty.

"You... After all, you still can't hold back?"

Tyr didn't seem surprised by this, and he took a deep breath, as if preparing for a possible judgment to come.

......

Elysium, the heart of the Demon Realm.

But few people know that this is also the central control center of the magic web.

It is more like a closed and narrow room than a kingdom of gods, with seven blue and white stars forming a circle on the roof, and a mysterious red mist flowing from the middle, reflecting a divine figure inside.

It is the goddess of magic, known as the mysterious lady and the mother of all magic, Mystra.

It's just that unlike the bold and bold image of the outside world, with supple and translucent skin and seductive figure, the woman in the room is dressed very plainly and conservatively, like a peasant girl with a beautiful face kneeling in front of a workbench covered with a network of intricate silk threads, constantly weaving mysterious magic runes for unknown purposes, and a long tassel-like black hair is scattered to the hips, outlining a perfect line that is straight and seductive.

When she found out that the Chaos Dog Kozv might be about to break through the blockade, she was actually ready to intervene.

If the Chaos Demon Dog Kozf successfully broke through the blockade and entered the main matter plane, it would cause incalculable damage to the magic net she guarded.

The last time she appeared, she was simply powerless to take over the Magic Net, and this time, she no longer allowed such unplanned things to ruin the fruits of her years of labor.

But just as she was about to make a move, she saw the weak figure that Li Wei incarnated, saw the pillar of light that went straight to the sky, and saw...

The magic that elevated her from a mortal to a goddess of magic:

[Incarnation of Kartha].

I can't help but be slightly pale.

That picture really reminded her of too many past events in her heart.

That is, her stunned kung fu, the three gods of the Three Holy Temples have already made a move.

What shocked her even more was that all three of them were true beings!

You must know that it is extremely difficult to kill a god in Correll, because as long as God stays in his kingdom and the kingdom of God is not destroyed, the god will never die.

Therefore, even if most gods descend to the main material realm, most of them will choose to borrow the body consciousness of believers to descend, or incarnate divine power, and few will choose to descend in their true bodies.

Because in that case, once you die in an accident, it is really possible to fall directly.

Looking at the figure of Yilmat and the Chaos Demon Dog Kozv disappearing into the noisy tunnel, Mystra was silent for a long time.

She never imagined that in this world, there really was a god who could make such a sacrifice in order to practice her teachings and ideas.

However, she didn't feel about it for too long, and she didn't have time to think about these things too much, so she continued to focus most of her energy on the matter at hand:

Extremely skillfully weaving the seemingly never-ending magical runes on the workbench.

"It's coming... It's almost there..."

If Levi was lucky enough to see the goddess of magic at this moment, he would be shocked.

Because this goddess at this time, where is it like the peerless magic Bichi who is merciless everywhere, she is clearly more like a female programmer who is struggling to write code in a small dark room.

But before she could continue her unfinished work, she received a somewhat frightened message from the mage god Azus:

"Under the crown of Mystra, the tablet of fate of the Temple of the Gods... Stolen. ”

"What!?"

This time Mistra was really shocked.

Then he instinctively raised his eyes, and looked through the heart of the Demon Domain and the Elysium Realm, through the fog of the astral realm, and looked at the empty stone platform in the temple of the gods.

Not only Mystra, but the gods of the entire astral plane were all looking there at this moment, either shocked, terrified, or suddenly realized, or with deep expressions.

And then... There was a tacit understanding that fell into silence and waiting.

It is like waiting for possible existence and judgment.

A long, long time ago, there were two conjectures among the gods:

Does the god of God Io exist?

What kind of secrets are buried in the tablet of fate?

However, due to the mutual constraints between the tablet keepers and the gods, these two conjectures are forever limited to conjectures.

As early as the War of the Gods, when the slate keeper fell, some gods went crazy about it, but before they could implement their plan, the arrival of Tyr, the successor, shattered all illusions of gods.

The 'existence' of Io and the Tablet of Destiny was like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, almost cutting off their reverie for further advancement.

This is undoubtedly a cruel thing for creatures like gods who are bound by rules.

Tyr had said that he had been imprisoned in the Temple of the Gods like a prisoner for 1498, and if this scale was extended to the whole of Correll, how could their gods have never been like poor creatures who were imprisoned in the Heaven of the Kingdom and parasitized above the rules.

When finally the gods could no longer bear this loneliness and temptation, and cast their covetous and greedy eyes on the high platform, the gods tacitly silent, acquiesced, waited...

Until this time, until this moment.

If there really is a god in the world, Io, then they will resign themselves to their fate, or find another way.

And if there is no higher person...

They waited with bated breath for a long, long time, from sunset to sunrise, until the sea of stars changed, and still did not wait for the appearance of the Supreme Being!

This represents... They...

Godless judgment!

There is no 'man' who can restrain them to go one step further, to hold the supreme authority, to rule over the gods, to become the only one in the planes... King of the gods, god of the gods!

It's just that not all gods think that way.

For example, Su Lun, the goddess of the moon, sat alone on a desolate lost star at the end of the world, staring at the vast and endless sea of stars in the universe and bowing her head and whispering:

"Father... Did you really abandon us like that?"

And in the realm of the furious heart, there was an endless roar of lightning, and the thunderous god of the storm in his palm, Ta Juansi, looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Finally... When the day comes, I will spread the storm and destruction over the earth, and all living beings will fear my Tajns!"

The goddess of luck who appeared in the form of a dark brown skin naughty boy in the outer world, Tymorra, suddenly looked back, and then threw the lucky gold coin in her hand into the sky with feeling.

With a clang, Tymora was stunned to see the lucky gold coin standing in the crack in the stone, and she threw it again, this time the gold coin was embedded directly into the mud, and there was no way to see the positive and negative.

This means... From this moment on, the world is no longer destined for the luck or misfortune of all the people in the world.

The goddess of luck, Tymorrah, is stupid for the whole god:

"From today onwards, who is lucky and who is unfortunate between me and Bensaba!

Shuna, the goddess of love in the deep Mingshui realm, also showed a lonely look.

She knew that when those male gods saw the Supreme Throne hanging empty, her beauty and charm would be eclipsed.

The era when a group of licking dogs came and went when they were summoned, I'm afraid there will never be a return.

"No, I'll still have to try to get a few, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be peaceful in the future. ”

At the same time, Levi's voice in Woking's panic was also heard in his head:

"It's going to be over, it's going to be over, it's going to be over!

"What's wrong?" Levi was full of question marks, not knowing what nerves this funny goddess had again.

"The Tablet of Destiny has been stolen..."Woking.

"......" Li Wei felt a pang in his heart, he didn't quite know the true meaning of that thing, but he had a bad feeling in the dark.

Then I heard Woking babbling there:

"I have a gut feeling... This world... I'm afraid it won't be quiet for long!"

In other words, in the near future, Correll is afraid that it will be messed up.

Once the world is in chaos, who will do business calmly!

Before Levi could sort out the relationship, the goddess appeared directly in his thoughts, holding her heart in her hands, and looking at Levi with two big eyes:

"Tiberius, we'll rely on you in the future!"

"Get out!" Levi said angrily.

"Don't do that! I'm panicking!"

The huge panic made Woking seem to lose the demeanor of a rich lady, and kept rubbing his thighs as if he was in a hurry.

And at that moment, a light fell from the distant sky.

The ruins of the Iron Fort.

The Lord of the Morning Sun, Loshanda, descended in front of the old Tyr and asked with a complicated expression:

"Who stole the slate?"

Tyr smiled with relief:

"The three gods of death. ”

And these four words quickly spread among the gods.