Haaland Greenface knelt there, his forehead against the cold floor, his scarred body trembling violently, as if out of fear, as if from excitement.

In this world full of extraordinary powers, the nine-layer rank system has made a simple and clear division of the transcendental, although it cannot fully represent the comprehensive strength of all aspects, but it is a recognized reference standard on the mainland.

From the ninth to the seventh rank belong to the lower level transcendents, and are also an important foundation that constitutes the broadest bottom of the pyramid of transcendentals. The army, the aristocratic wealth, and the church all have the means to cultivate transcendentals, although the number of people who awaken every year is very limited, but after all, there are people every year, so although the low-level transcendents are already from two worlds with the commoners, the connection between the two is not too distant.

However, if the lower rank wants to rise to the sixth rank and step into the ranks of the middle rank, it will become extremely difficult, not only need to have a good match with spiritual power, but also have a tenacious will, and it is possible to touch the threshold of the middle rank after grinding between life and death.

Generally speaking, among the dozens of low-level transcendents, none of them will necessarily be promoted to a median-level transcendent, which has caused a sharp decline in the number of middle-level transcendentals, and also highlighted the outstanding status of middle-level transcendentals.

And the "crowns" above the third rank are no longer a matter of diligence and talent, which requires the gift of the gods and the power of the true gods to allow them to communicate with the world of the gods.

Those "crowns" have already considered themselves "non-humans", not only have no intersection with mortals, but also ignore the worldly nobles and despise them like ants.

Even a king is nothing more than sheep raised by the gods in their eyes, but they are shepherds.

High-level transcendents can use divine power to make all kinds of immortal means, and lifting the dark curse is an easy one.

Duke of Lucerne, Haaland Greenface, once used the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Greenface family as a stepping stone, and prayed to the church countless times, hoping that he could get the help of a high-ranking "crown" to help him lift the curse on his body.

However, there are only a few "crowns" on the mainland, and less than five fingers belong to the church, and people simply look down on the Duke of Wallgrass in a small country, so Haaland Greenface asked his grandfather to sue his grandmother and did not get any response.

But today, he finally got his wish!

Haaland Greenfis had been on the battlefield of the Dark Night, and had seen the "Dark Night Messenger" and "Genius Pianist" Haldoff, who was himself a middle-level transcendent, so he was very sure that the masked woman in front of him who looked like an ordinary person, but made him feel irresistible, was a "crown".

The "crown" of the night side.

"Welcome, Lycia!"

Sure enough, the god of the night, who bowed almost 180 degrees, made Berion Augustine prove her identity with a flattering greeting.

"This great ...... Thank you, Your Majesty, for coming......"

Haaland Greenface gathered all his strength and said two staccato words in a trembling voice.

He once thought that he was already a great nobleman who had reached the top of power, but now he realized that he had always been a poor creature with low self-esteem.

"Are you willing to give everything you have to Her Majesty?"

Lycia's bland words gently reached Haaland Greenface's ears, causing waves in his heart.

Is Her Majesty a woman on the night side?

"Curse on me........"

As soon as Haaland Greenface finished speaking, he felt a force suddenly seeping into his body, swimming like a snake, slowly swimming to a hidden place.

"Shhh

Haaland Greenface felt something in his body being bitten by the snake of power, and the sharp pain suddenly struck, making him can't help but exhale in pain.

A black mist began to emerge from Haaland Greenface's body, gathering in strands in an effort to form an obscure symbol.

The symbol seemed to be alive, and it tried to re-enter Haaland Greenface several times in a row, but was eventually held in the palm of Lycia's hand by the Void.

Haaland Greenface seemed to hear a terrible scream, as if he was unwilling to accept his impending fate.

"Smack!"

The obscure symbol was directly crushed by Lycia's crown.

Haaland Greenface was shaken, feeling the pain that had tormented him for more than a decade suddenly stopped. The itching that made me feel pain all the time was gone.

He raised his hands in disbelief and watched as the scars on his arms disappeared quickly, and the smooth skin gradually appeared inch by inch, quickly covering his whole body.

Haaland Greenface couldn't wait to move in front of the mirror, looking at the man in the mirror who was not handsome but had a healthy complexion, and was infatuated with it for a moment.

"Haaland, are you waiting for you under the crown?"

Brüne Augustine woke Haaland from his obsession with a cold remark, and he quickly knelt on the ground and reverently recited: "I, Haaland Greenface, swear that all I have belongs to Her Majesty, family, power, and wealth...... And my life, praise be to the Queen!"

Lycia glanced at Haaland Greenface indifferently, and said coldly: "You don't have to swear anything, you just need to remember that I can let you get ....... The same can be lost at any time. ”

Haaland Griffith did not dare to speak again, but lowered his head to express his humility.

A pure black flame visible to the naked eye shot out of Lycia's finger and into Haaland Greenface's body, slowly disappearing into obscurity after a five-pointed star pattern was condensed on his wrist.

"From now on, you are the messenger of the gods, carrying out the will of Her Majesty in the world of light. ”

Haaland Greenface suddenly realized something in his heart, as if he had perceived a new, dark world.

And the "Divine Messenger" Berluen Augustin, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at Haaland Griffith with a little jealousy.

"Any idea what you're supposed to do now?" Lycia asked Harland Greenface with a blank face, retracting the black flame from her fingertips.

"Your Majesty, I will spread the Queen's will throughout the continent!"

"No, you're looking for death, you're lurking in the world of light now, I've given you the ability to lurk in the light, you need to get higher power, higher status......."

Haaland Greenfaces' eyes lit up as he listened to the Divine Messenger Belun. After Augustine's words, he was ready to give up everything, but this "crown" seems to be different from what Berluen Augustine said.

"Your Majesty, my principality is now at war with the Lorraine, and I have received the assistance and promise of the Church of Light and the nobles, as long as I win this war, defeat or even kill the Marquis of Lorraine, Charles Chevalier, I will get a higher ........."

"Crackle!"

A small bolt of lightning suddenly burst out of the invisible pentagram on Haaland Greenface's wrist, spreading a serpentine grid over his body, scorching his skin and balding his hair until he was dying with smoke from his mouth and nose.

"Your Majesty...... My lord........ Am I wrong......?"

Only then did Haaland Greenface realize that although his body seemed to be restored, his soul was still in the abyss.

The calm and serious Lycia looked at Duke Lusen, who was also charred on the ground, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but finally said coldly: "Everything about you no longer belongs to you, including your thoughts, any decision you make should follow the will of the queen, and you can't make your own decisions!"

Erling Haaland Greenfaces: "I ...... Willing to follow the will of the Queen!"

Lycia: "This war...... You can't win!"

Haaland Greenfaces: "No, yes, win?"

Berluen Augustin: "No, perhaps, win?"

The two guys, who had just become "Divine Envoys" for a few days, were confused, and they kept thinking about how to kill people and set fire to things in the bright world!

But the two of them didn't have the courage to question Lycia, and Haaland Greenface, dressed in pitch black and charred, was still twitching on the ground!

Lycia's figure vanished into thin air, as if she had come out of thin air, taking not a speck of dust with her.

"Haaland, are you ready to lose?"

"I....... Hehe! Lose! Get used to losing!"

Haaland Greenface looked at the ceiling in confusion, the Lucers had lost for many years, and they didn't seem to care about losing one more game.

..........

..........

Lycia, who had left the Marquis de Lucerne's palace, wasted no time and immediately communicated with Her Majesty, and then was shrouded in endless darkness, all light was cut off.

"What's the matter?"

Her Majesty's voice was as cold and emotionless as ever.

"Your Majesty, I have just successfully transformed a latent seed as you instructed, but I know from him that the Church of Light seems to be suppressing Charles Chevalier, Marquis of Lorraine. I happened to send some spiritual materials to Mr. Charles, so do I need to remind him?"

Her Majesty was silent for a while, and said lightly: "He will solve it himself, you continue to do your thing." ”

"Your Majesty! There is nothing to do with your subordinates!"

Lycia waited in silence for the endless darkness to disappear, but Her Majesty remained long afterward.

Lycia: "........."

"Lycia, how long have you been in the third rank?"

"It's been six months, Your Majesty. ”

Lycia was favored by Her Majesty after the fall of Moore Medius, the former head of the Moorish Church, and was given divine powers to become the "Crowned Lord", and according to her age and strength, she was an out-and-out lucky person.

"Six months? too long!"

Lycia opened her mouth in surprise, feeling the power of the mighty true god descending from the darkness, and she was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

Is this to advance yourself to the second rank?

Six months is too long to go from the third rank to the second rank? How can you let those devout people who beg the gods to give them a little divine power but can't get it, and who are stuck in the fourth rank for the rest of their lives?

A few minutes later, Lycia, whose whole body had been combed by the power of the true god, stood on the wilderness, feeling the ethereal feeling of being promoted to the next level, and still wondering whether this was true or not.

After a long time, after confirming that she was already a second-order "light-lover", Lycia looked up at the endless night sky and muttered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, rest assured, his subordinates will help him win this war!"

Now Lycia understands that the reason why those stupid licking dogs did not get the favor of the gods was that they did not find the exact position of their lower mouths.

............

............

"Ahh

Charles sneezed inexplicably, and his body was full of excitement.

He looked around vigilantly, his current rank was not low, it was impossible to have a cold and fever and a new crown, and it was not normal to sneeze.

"Toot toot!"

There was a soft sound on the window twice, and Lycia's figure appeared out of thin air.

"Lycia, when did you come? I didn't even feel your ........"

"No, Mr. Charles, you already feel it!"

Lycia looked at the black ring on Charles's hand, and immediately understood what was going on with Charles's sneeze just now, although her own realm could suppress Charles, but the privilege of the lineage was still enviable, otherwise Charles would not have been alerted to her arrival in advance.

"Are you comforting me, a weakling? Haha! Sit down Lycia, I have yerba mate from the south here, would you like to try it?"

Charles took out a new set of tea utensils and poured a cup of turquoise fragrant tea for Lycia, who sat down across from Charles, holding the teacup and sipping it gently.

The seemingly ordinary Lycia is actually not ordinary, she has millions of followers under her command and is rarely so close to people now, and the killing of nearly half a year has skyrocketed his reputation in the dark world, and there are few people who dare to sit and drink tea with her.

"How are you doing?" ("How is Her Majesty doing?")

Charles: "........."

Lycia: ".........."

The two asked each other questions almost at the same time, and then smiled knowingly at each other.

"I passed by here for some things and brought you some spiritual materials.......

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of items being dumped, and a pile of spiritual power materials that reached the roof appeared in Charles's room, and the strong spiritual power spread throughout the room, letting Charles know what the definition of "real tyrant" in this world was.

"I don't have anything suitable for you for the time being, I'll ....... later"

Charles actually knew that Lycia was going to give this pile of spiritual materials to himself, but he always felt ashamed of it, so he decided to make a verbal IOU.

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"It doesn't matter, when you become a crown in the future, you can exchange with me about the power of the true god, which is enough to exchange for dozens of such spiritual power materials. ”

"What is the experience of the power of the true gods.......? I really have a little bit. ”

Charles stretched out his fingers, and a wisp of pure white light danced nimbly on his fingertips, as if an elven dancer was dancing at will.

“..........”

"Don't worry about it first, let's talk about this later! I have something to do, let's go first!"

Lycia forced her strong desire to leave, she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would really not be able to resist gaining Charles's knowledge.

Her Majesty gave Charles the power of the true god to obtain spiritual power, and she knew that it was still her idea for Charles.

But does this have anything to do with the delicate use of the power of the true gods? Will the violent power of the true gods dance gently on the fingertips?

That's something that only a true god can do, right?