Receiving the answer he wanted, the Sage of Tyre, the god of justice, quickly left, as quietly as he had come.

He didn't realize that in the dark corner, a pair of eyes full of hatred and anger were watching him.

Zhang Cheng sat on the soft chair, raised his cup and drank it all, and asked without looking back: "How is it, how does it feel to see the god you once believed in?"

"Hypocrisy, cowardice, pathetic! He is not worthy of being called a god of justice! I was so blind that I could have been deceived for so many years by his ridiculous ideas. With cynical sarcasm, Erebeth slowly stepped out of the corner.

The dark blessings on her body were so strong that her whole person exuded an aura of seduction that was diametrically opposed to the previous holiness.

"Yes, there is no justice in this world, power is truth!" Eleanor chimed in.

"Hahahaha! Well said! There is no fairness in the world in the first place! Justice is like toilet paper, take it to wipe your butt when you need it, and throw it away when you run out. Only the wretched weak would desire justice to come! Now, I have a task for both of you, especially you, Lady Timarand. Zhang Cheng laughed uncontrollably as he set his gaze on the two fallen holy warriors.

"What mission?" said Erebes, his eyes cold as the weather in December, giving off a terrible chill.

"Kill everyone in Neverwinter Castle, including Lord Nasir. Because they have no use value anymore. Here's some gadget that can disable the gods, and you just need to slam them on the ground to make most priests lose touch with the gods. ”

After that, Zhang Cheng took out more than a dozen glass balls that emitted a silver glow, and a cruel and bloodthirsty smile appeared throughout the person.

"Looks like you've been planning for a long time, haven't you? I'd enjoy slicing open the bellies of the hypocrites with my sword, dragging the bloody intestines, and enjoying the screams and wails they let out before they died. The world needs a cleansing, and death is the only way to purify it. After picking up seven or eight glass balls, Erebeth immediately strode towards the outside of the manor.

As an Avenger, she can't wait to put her strong impulses into practice.

In contrast, Eleanor, who has been a dark guard for many years, is much calmer, and does not forget to bend down and bow before leaving, expressing her heartfelt gratitude and gratitude.

Not long ago, she had an intimate relationship with Erebes, who had drunk a special potion, and her empty soul finally had something to rely on and sustenance, and was no longer a walking corpse that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Seeing the pair of blooming black lilies gradually disappear, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and muttered to himself in a playful tone: "What a beautiful scene! ”

"Great hosts, your taste is still as different as before. But is it okay to send just the two of them? Neverwinter Castle is home to more than a hundred paladins, priests, and elite warriors. Valindra suddenly appeared out of thin air, with a light-hearted smile on her face.

Zhang Cheng put down the empty cup and nodded casually: "Of course it's no problem! Believe me, those guys who claim to be righteous will definitely be unbearable to kill the killer when they see Erebes, and even try to persuade him to change his evil ways in pale language." But Erebes, who has completely embraced the darkness, will not pay attention to these boring tricks, and she will use all her strength to kill those former colleagues one by one. It was a fateful revenge and massacre, predestined from the moment Lord Nasir handed over Vanswick to the mob for execution. Well, there's nothing wrong with you, is there?"

"Rest assured, Luskan has entered a state of war, and our army, mages, and fleets are ready to fight a protracted battle with Waterdeep and the Lords Alliance, using the blood, lives, and souls of the enemy to ignite the flames that lead to the Pantheon. Valindra knelt down and kissed the back of her master's hand affectionately.

Under the baptism of divine fire, she has completed a complete transformation, and is no longer a mere mortal, but a god-elect like Ilminster, Kelburn, and Erastro.

However, unlike the silver fire given by the goddess of magic, the divine fire she has has no attributes and can be completely absorbed and used by herself.

At most, the owner of the silver fire only gets the right to use, not ownership.

They can't incorporate silver fire into themselves, let alone derive divinity from it, and one day become gods on high.

To put it simply, Zhang Cheng gave Valindra a chance to become a god, and she naturally showed extraordinary loyalty and fanaticism.

"No, my faithful servant, it is not my desire to be one of the gods. Don't forget, this is just an experiment, a tiny little experiment. When I have enough information, I will detonate this body, and then all of you who have attained the Divine Fire will inherit a portion of my inheritance and become a true demigod, just like the heirs of the murder god Baal. Zhang Cheng gently stroked the other party's long hair, and his pupils flashed with chilling evil.

Generously bestow your men with near-immortal life, great power, and the opportunity to become a god?

No kidding!

How could he possibly have such good intentions!

In fact, all the people who are given the Divine Fire are guinea pigs used for experiments.

In a few years, he will come back to see what the final results of these subjects will be.

"You want us to kill each other and have the victor inherit your legacy?" Valindra looked up, a hint of ecstasy in her voice.

She is extremely selfish, she doesn't care about the lives of others, as long as she can become a god, even if she lets hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Luskan bury her, let alone just a few partners.

"It doesn't matter what you do! What I leave you with is pure divine fire, without any specific attributes, you can either kill and snatch each other, or you can add your own characteristics, accumulate power little by little from nothing, and finally ascend to the throne of the gods. Remember, the truly strong don't care about the source of power, whether it's good or evil, whether it's order or chaos, as long as you can fully control it, not be controlled by it. Okay, that's all for the chat, let's see how Erebeth completes his revenge and buries his once kind self......"

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng activated the magic mirror hanging on the wall.

In an instant, the picture of blood and corpses everywhere in the Neverwinter Castle suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.