West crawled around, quickly tidying up his appearance, and knelt down in front of a makeshift altar.

"Welcome to the return of the great dark sun! Our lord Shirek! You are the supreme being of the world, you are the hope of all mortals, you are the destroyer of all false gods and hypocrites who do not know what to do, I ......"

"Enough!" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the fierceness in his tone made West shudder.

"My Lord ......"

"I ask you, why is Santalim Castle in my holy place so empty that you can run mice!? What about people? What about my faithful believers? Are they all dead? I don't feel the power of their faith, and I don't receive their souls! And what about Tinos!? Ciric's angry rage seemed to melt the whole world: "Raise your head and answer me!" Just as I believe in you, I believe that even if 99% of my believers betray, Tinos will not betray me. ”

West shuddered like chaff and slowly raised his head to look up at Ciric, his mouth squirming and tears welling up in his eyes.

"My lord Wow - Tinos...... Tinosta......"

When Ciric saw the reaction of his most faithful servant, he felt bad.

"Say! What happened to Tinos!? Ciric's voice suddenly sharpened, like an iron awl scraping glass.

"Tinos, he was killed by Raven - even his head was given to the original prince of the Elwin Empire, the current Elwin Emperor Agadon, as the capital of his ascension to the throne!" West cried and lowered his head, crying silently: "Respected my lord, I really dare not lie to you. Go and see, the head of Tinos, sealed by ice magic, still hangs on the gates of the Elwyn royal capital. ”

"Why don't you get it back!?" Ciric's sharp and mean face was contorted, and he was already out of anger.

"Rob? Not to mention robbing, you can't even steal it back. You have not shown your horrific majesty and miracles for too long, and most of your followers have become despicable and shameless traitors. ”

Ciric felt a chill in his heart. It was far from what he had imagined.

In his mind, although he escaped from the Divine Domain in embarrassment, he should have some foundation after being a god for so many years, right?

What's more, before leaving temporarily, didn't he still have a large number of high-ranking priests? They are the foundation of the church.

How to come back. Can only sense West and a 'Nightmare Enchantress' Flandor?

To live to see people, to die to see corpses.

Well, the corpse doesn't, so the soul should always come back, right?

Ciric knows very well that even if a high-ranking priest dies, even the god of death, Cranvo, who is the most disobedient to him, will strictly abide by the rules and temporarily prevent these souls from returning to the soul mother river, and return them to him after he returns.

Now, even the soul is gone!

The only thing that can be thought of is one possibility. Their souls were amputated by other gods before they returned.

Sure enough, West muttered.

"Most of your priests were sacrificed by the followers of your sworn enemy, Bene. Among them, Darsnir, the Prince of Mosha, sacrificed the most. However, all your major losses cannot be avoided by a single mortal. ”

"Who!?"

"Raven Yunfield! He seems to have mastered a secret method that imprisoned or destroyed his soul after killing Tinos. And he has almost all the secrets of the murder of the Church, so to speak, most of the loss of your lord, is caused by him. ”

"What? Raven again?! ”

In West's weeping and weeping telling, Ciric finally learns what has happened during his time away from Godland.

After listening. Ciric fainted out of breath.

Forced to run away, not only did the believers almost run away. Even the invokers who were devoured by Kozf could not be expected to be replenished in numbers.

The loss is not only enormous, it is simply unbearable.

Ciric's already pale face took on a sickly cyan color, and now it was even more terrifying.

I didn't expect that the silver-tier kid who didn't even want to look at it at the beginning would become the culprit who destroyed his empire of murder and lies.

If it was only a deep hatred that this kid revealed the location of his divine kingdom at that time, causing him to escape from the divine domain in embarrassment, then now it is completely an eternal mortal enemy that will never be erased.

Even if he is placed under his own throne, he will be scorched in the most painful fire for thousands of years. None of them can erase the shame of this time.

It was as if he heard the mockery of the gods, as if he saw the sneering faces.

Countless auditory hallucinations and hallucinations almost drove Ciric crazy!

"Ahh Ciric roared and roared, destroying everything in his temple.

West was prostrate on the ground. Shivering, he waited for Ciric to vent his anger.

Finally, after ten minutes, Ciric finally calmed down a little.

"Where is Raven now? I'm going to kill him myself. ”

He ...... The latest news is that he was ambushed by the Spider God and dragged him into the bottomless abyss. Even the people in Phantom Knight's City, his old nest, don't have any definite news of him. However, it may be difficult for you to sneak up on him, my lord. He...... It seems that he has mastered the shadow origin, one of the world's origins. As soon as you miss a single hit, the Tampas avatar may intervene. With that, West presented the latest information he had gathered about Raven to Ciric.

Ciric finally realized that the little mortal who had tricked him by his magical foreknowledge and omniscient abilities had grown into a terrifying monster that even he couldn't look down on in just over a year.

This kind of crazy growth speed at the level of an ancient monster is something that even the gods need to look up to.

Which one can be a god is not a coincidence, coupled with crazy struggle?

But no matter who it is, it doesn't have Raven's terrifying growth rate. In just a year and a half, he has grown from a mortal of the black iron rank to a demigod who has mastered the origin of shadows. It is only one step away from becoming a god.

This step is simply the difference between heaven and earth for most mortals.

For Raven, who has already created a shadow ancestor...... It is almost universally recognized that Raven is not a problem to become a god.

No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Ciric had to learn one thing - he was no longer as tough as Raven.

"My lord, since you have returned, we should continue to keep it secret and reunite the believers. Gather strength. Just give him a thunderous blow. West suggested tentatively.

Although he didn't want to say it, but thinking that he still had to rely on West, who was almost the last diehard, to work, Ciric still said it.

"No, there's no time. If I can't reunite more than 200,000 fanatics within two months, I will most likely be reduced to the level of weak divine power. ”

This news is simply bad news from the sky, and the sky is thundering. Westerley was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and he was speechless for a long time.

Once upon a time, the name of the Dark Sun terrified the mortals of the entire Main Plane.

Once upon a time, Shirek sat at the peak of his medium divine power, and he was only one step away from being able to promote a powerful divine power god.

Right now? Ciric's divine power is no longer enough, it is simply a huge deficit.

In order to maintain the level of divine power, it is impossible to rely on conventional means, and it needs the kind of major event that shocks the main plane and even the entire multiverse, so that a large number of mortals are afraid of the horror of the dark sun. A quick conversion to Ciric will do.

The only thing West could think of was......

"That's right! I want to destroy Raven Yunfield and his slut mistress Lyra, as well as all the people and gods who have taken refuge in Raven and are close to Raven. ”

West instinctively thought: how is this possible?

Who knows, Ciric said confidently: "If it is another god, then of course it is not!" Can! Yes! But who am I? I am the supreme dark sun! I am the king of lies—"

West knelt reverently, waiting for Ciric to finish his arrogant declaration, and finally heard Ciric's plan.

"I plan to demolish part of the Divine Kingdom, add my remaining divine power, and inject it into my divine power. Make an artifact hat and come out. "Ciric paints a picture of his own great ambitions.

"Hats? I don't understand your words, my lord. ”

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know. It will gather all my power of lies. Not even the true gods are immune to my power. ”

"And then? My Lord! West bowed reverently.

"Then you give the hat to a high-ranking test subject. This test specimen had better be a true god. If I succeed, I will be able to destroy Raven's seemingly strong alliance without much difficulty. Hahaha! Hahaha! "The entire Temple of Murder, and even the Murder God Domain, echoed with Ciric's arrogant and unbridled grin.

As soon as West heard this, he immediately understood the crux of the matter.

Three days, in order to forge this artifact, Ciric worked tirelessly for three days.

Three days later, in the middle of the night. Just after 12 o'clock, Ciric summoned West.

The hat in West's palm was an ordinary gentleman's top hat. Standard rounded edges, tall domes.

But the clumsy needlework was not so bad even for the most novice hatter's apprentices. Let West see that his teeth hurt. He knew that it was the work of his great god, Shirek, himself.

But the hat in his hand has an extraordinary divine power lingering.

Suddenly, it looked like a huge, sparkling obsidian with metallic qualities.

Anyone who looks at it will be fascinated by it.

Looking closely, West even noticed that the rim of the hat, on any of the cloth, was engraved with the words of the gods of the primordial years. Each word faintly contains a purple-black flame light.

It only takes a glance for any mage to judge the horror of this hat, because no technique in the world can carve the divine seal so small. You know, each god script represents the will of the god who engraved it.

Ciric, who can do this, is also quite terrifying.

This is something that no craftsman can make, and even an approximate imitation seems unlikely.

West looked at this hat as if he was obsessed, and was dazzled by him to put on this hat, and subconsciously blurted out, "Is there anything special about this hat?" ”

"Yes, but for you who believe in me, this hat is meaningless." Ciric replied. (To be continued......)