Hatred is a powerful force, so powerful that even the gods dare not ignore a mortal with a strong hatred.

But this power is just as easy to manipulate and exploit.

After all, people with hatred usually can't keep their sanity, and as long as they can get revenge, they don't care what they have to pay, even if it's selling their souls.

There is no doubt that Erebeth is such a person who has been blinded by hatred, and is also an extremely paranoid woman.

So when she learned that she could obtain the power of revenge, she did not hesitate at all and followed the other party directly to Mandahn Manor.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who was sitting on the chair and smiling, she finally couldn't help but sneer and sarcastically: "So you are the mastermind behind all this?

"No, dear Lady Timarand. I'm not behind the scenes, at best, I can only take advantage of the fire. What really wants to send Neverwinter to Hell is a bunch of guys you can't imagine. The ancient Netherel era called them the Creator Race, which existed before humans created their own civilization. Zhang Chengyi explained with deep taste.

Maybe others will think that the woman in front of them has completely degenerated, and there is no way to turn back.

But he knows very well how fragile and unfirm the other party's heart is, and he doesn't know when the good side of human nature will suddenly take over again, and he will begin to regret what he did today.

For such a person, you can take advantage of her, but you must not make her feel that you are the culprit behind everything, otherwise when she changes her position and faction, she will immediately turn her face and become an enemy.

"Creator race?" Erebeth subconsciously frowned, apparently never hearing the word.

But that's not surprising.

You must know that although the holy warrior is also a special profession with higher education, most of the knowledge he learns on weekdays is the canon, law, painting, sculpture, poetry, art appreciation and other related knowledge.

There really isn't much to learn about history, especially ancient history, let alone ancient races like the creator race, which have completely disappeared tens of thousands of years ago.

"That's right, according to what I've done, these ancient species have just awakened from their slumber and want to regain their status, so they plotted to unleash the plague that has engulfed Neverwinter. Of course, this has nothing to do with the anger and hatred in your heart. Anyway, you're going to kill Lord Nasir and destroy the Church of the God of Justice, aren't you?" Zhang Cheng bluntly pointed out the target that the other party wanted to take revenge on.

As the so-called love is cut, hate is deep.

When a person feels that someone or an organization he loves has betrayed him, that love can quickly turn into a volcanic eruption of hatred.

Erebeth replied with a gloomy face, "Not only the Church of the Righteous God and Lord Nasir!, but also the mobs! they all have to pay for what they have done, blood and death!"

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm totally there for you. Zhang Cheng laughed and promised. "But before I do that, I want you to do me a small favor, and that's to figure out the movements of Waterdeep's reinforcements. As long as you can do that, I can let you slaughter tens of thousands of people in the entirety of Neverwinter. Trust the blood and wails of those civilians to calm your anger. ”

As an executioner who destroyed two planets and left hundreds of millions of lives without a place to bury, where would he care about the lives of the people of Neverwinter?

What's more, when the whole experiment is over, his consciousness will abandon the body, and it doesn't matter how serious the consequences are.

"Very well, as long as you can meet my request, I will do what you say!" The blackened Erebeth had clearly set his sights on revenge, and his eyes shone with a chilling light.

"Come with me, Timarand, and I will teach you how to embrace the darkness once and for all and become a qualified dark warrior. With that, Eleanor, dressed in black armor, nodded at Erebes, then turned and walked towards the guest room on the second floor of the manor.

Seeing the two fallen female paladins fade away, Varendra pursed the corners of her mouth and asked with a smile, "My dear master, do you think Erebeth can become a dark guard as good as Eleanor?"

Zhang Cheng shook his head lightly and replied, "No, you are wrong. It's not whether she can become, it's how short it will take her to transcend. Despite the fact that she has a fragile and fickle soul, Eleanor is no match for Erebeth in terms of qualifications. By the way, how long will it take for Luskan's army to prepare before it can start moving?"

"Three days at most!" Valindra said without hesitation.

"Great! Let this war begin in three days! This time, I'll give the priest the magic as a god to condense a priesthood through killing and destruction. Zhang Cheng touched his chin and smiled sinisterly.

He was eager to see if the gods who had been so frightened by him that they hid and shivered would welcome him with open arms, or would they launch a siege in anger.

Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it!

As for whether he would be beaten to death by the gods, he didn't care.

Anyway, this body is not his own, so it's a big deal to self-destruct and bring all the enemies to the funeral together.

"Magic, you can give the priest magic!" Valindra's eyes widened in disbelief.

According to the standards of the Faren Continent, whether it is a demon lord or a devil duke, being able to bestow divine magic means having a powerful power equivalent to that of a true god.

"Why, do you think it's weird? I'm not as efficient as those junk gods can do with energy conversion. If they can transform one unit of divine power from one believer every day, then I can transform ten units. There is no one in this world who knows how to use transformation energy better than I do. ”

When he said this, Zhang Cheng took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, and a scorching fire of divine power burst out from his palm.

It burned so violently and dazzlingly that it far exceeded the limits of what most gods could condense the fire of divine power.

When Valindra saw this, she immediately knelt down on one knee and said in an extremely fanatical tone: "Master, please give me this flame! I am willing to be your believer, your spokesperson and chosen one who walks in the material world." ”

"Hehe! You're really smart! The fire of divine energy is the purest essence of a god, and mortals who acquire it can not only have a variety of powerful spell-like abilities, but also have a nearly infinite lifespan. Since you want it, then I'll give it to you......"

The words just fell!

White divine fire instantly poured into Valindra's body, scorching her skin and internal organs frantically......