Jerk was tormented in his roster for the next person to be the god of death— Needless to say, the primordial gods will not accept the position of the god of death who needs absolute fairness, after all, they are not orcs, the ancestors of the dwarves, or the ancestors of elves and gnomes, they will inevitably try to favor their descendants, whether they are the living or the dead; , I thought on my knees that the first thing they had to do when they took the power of death was to try to become stronger, or to assassinate, desecrate, and weaken their enemies, and what about the new gods? That's what he thought then, but now he had to give up his position, and see that the three mortals had either abandoned their duties as they pleased, abused their power too much, or hesitated and hesitated—yes, he was talking about Cranvo.

Is it really necessary to choose a new god from among the mortals? Jerk flipped through the roster in his hand, each of which had near-fatal flaws, but in terms of absurdity and presumptuousness, there was one god who was quite suitable—Io, the god of the gods, and the question was, whether Io would be willing? Jecob didn't think there was a problem, since the old guy connected his faith with the divine power of the gods (especially the original gods), the gods were no longer as free as before, but Io had always cared if anyone wanted to believe in him, his priests had always been the fewest and there were few temples and sanctuaries, and his name was rarely spread among humans, of course, the gods of God didn't need these cheap ornaments, and he didn't have any work or tasks to complete, so wouldn't it be a good thing to let such a resentful bastard take on this complicated duty？

And given Io's attitude towards the gods, in a sense, it can also be said to be quite fair, and I think he should be able to treat souls equally.

Thinking of this, Jerk suddenly grinned, yes, he also knew very well that this was a ridiculous fantasy, Io was the Overseer, and he didn't bother to sit at the same table with them. As Jecob, who had climbed to the top of the gods, and who had existed for at least as long as the primordial gods, he saw better than anyone else, gods and demons, and demons, which is why he still gave up everything, from a powerful god to a weak god, and it is said that he was tired and tired of his duties, and in fact, only he, and perhaps the god of God, knew that he chose to fall only because his power had crossed the bottom line of the law, before the law expelled him like a dragonJerk used this tragic way to keep himself on this plane.

It is impossible to say that there is no wrath, no regret, no hatred, but he is content that Jerk was able to suddenly capture the trajectory of his destiny after giving up most of his priesthood. And what he couldn't see when he was a powerful god on top of the sky, became clearer as he bent over — for example, the Snake of Chaos in the Abyss, Ahriman, and the Serpent of Order on the Peak of Light, Gereon.

Compared to the initial gods who were restrained and punished by the gods of God, the dragons who were banished by the law, and the Jerk who was forced to destroy himself because of his great power, the two snakes of chaos and order are unwilling, after all, this plane is the foundation of everything they created from chaos, from the plane, the structure, the law, and the faith, to the peak of light and the bottomless abyss, from the elect, the messenger, to the demon, The devil is no different, but it is precisely because they spent too much strength in the creation of this world, and because of the struggle for the dominance of order and chaos, which led to the rapid decline of the two, that the gods took their due honor and status. But Jecob, and the other gods, knew very well that both Ahriman and Jerion were watching over them, and that if they missed the slightest mistake, the serpents would once again descend upon the gods and their descendants, and this time, one of them would surely usher in eternal destruction.

Jerk bowed his head and sighed deeply.

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The god of death, Kranvo, sat in his temple, which was vast and dark, with the sad faces of the ghosts floating on the walls of the black tombstones, and the gray-white columbarium dome and the floor inlaid with human and orc fingernails, which were assembled into various scenes of death, polished as smooth as water, the hall was flanked by knights who had fought to the death, the gods and visitors were served by maidens who had died under the age, the devotees of Cranvo had long crow beaks from their faces, and the yellow eyes of birds were watching the souls who were about to be judged。 It was more majestic and sacred than the former crystal tower, but Cranvo was not happy about it, he clearly remembered that when he was led to the throne of the god of death, Jecob told him that the crystal tower was essentially the embodiment of his will in the kingdom of God, and that its damage, pollution or tilting meant that he had lost his justice as the god of death— In the previous thousand years, the crystal tower was not without problems, especially when the goddess of magic chose to incarnate a magic galaxy at midnight in order to get rid of the emotional pain, there was a shocking crack at the bottom of the crystal tower, even Kranvo thought that it might collapse overnight, but no, the rift gradually healed in the next few hundred years, and just when Kranwo and Jego thought they were safe, the crystal tower collapsed.

Cranvo had tried several times to rebuild the crystal tower, and in his kingdom of God, his will was reality, but the shattered crystals had no will to condense and pile up, and even if he leaned down and gathered them together in a human way, all he got was a small white hill. If that wasn't enough to warn Kranwo, then the disappearance of Jecob also illustrates the seriousness of the problem— Of course, Cranvo will not forget that he did not obtain the godhead immediately after the war of the gods, and his godhead and priesthood were taken from the crazy Shirek, and it was the former god of death who always assisted him, guided him, and instigated the rebellion in the city of death, and he can be said to have betrayed the god of death at that time, Shirek, Kranvo knew why he did it, after all, the rule of Shirek at that time had completely plunged the world of the living and the dead into chaos, which Jegob could not tolerate. Now he had made a mistake and desecrated his duty, but could not the man who sat in this position make a mistake? Cranvo asked himself if he was not a man who did as he pleased, like Ciric, for the sake of strength and exclusivity, and as for emotional vacillation, he did not think that the primordial gods and primordial gods could always avoid it, and in fact, as far as he had seen in the last thousand years, their impulses and mistakes might not be more than that of a stupid mortal, but the consequences were obviously more tragic.

These reasons were all said by Cranvo to himself, and he himself knew very well that he was indeed on the edge of the abyss.

He tried case after case and watched as his knights brought out the souls of those who had been judged guilty. Then he saw an old man walking in slowly, without a knight or his inquisitor. Dressed in a gold-rimmed robe, as white as his sideburns and beard, and holding a jet-black wooden staff with a fluorescent magic gem on its tip claws, Cranvo glanced at him and found himself unable to confirm the cause of his death— Generally speaking, as the god of death, he can see the past and future of the deceased, and he can also expose the appearance and reveal the essence of the soul, how many hypocrites and unbelievers have been picked out by him in this way, but when he looks at this old man, it is like having a pair of mortal eyes again, he can't see anything, and he can't find anything.

The older mage had sharp, wise eyes that made Kranvo's heart tremble, and although Cranvo's throne was high, he looked down rather than up.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" asked Cranvo.

"Kranvo, the god of death," said the dragon Io calmly, "I do have a complaint here, but can you be sure that it will be tried fairly?"

Cranvo lowered his eyes: "Of course. He said in a dry voice, "I swear I will give it the fairest possible trial." ”

The dragon Io nodded, "Your power has been used to resurrect a god," he said, "a god who should be forever lost in the river of time and fate." ”

Cranvo wanted to say that he was just...... It was only to redeem his mistakes, to pay his debts, that he fell into a despicable conspiracy, not deliberate dereliction of duty, but after a moment of silence, he nevertheless made any excuse for himself, "Who is that god?"

"It's me. The dragon's expression softened slightly, and there was more regret in his eyes: "I am Io, the god of dragons, the creator of dragons, the mediator, the eternal wheel of fate, the devourer of shadows, the young god of death, I have been sleeping in your shadow for more than a thousand years, I should have continued to sleep, but your power awakens me......"

Cranvo looked up, and he saw no more, or rather than just a white-haired elder, a handsome man, a gentle woman, a young child, and finally, an ancient and massive dragon, whose scale armor was like an ice floe covering the deep sea, each of which was flowing a different color, and his head touched the dome of the temple directly, and his body made the knights on either side of him constantly retreat - Even though the Temple of the God of Death could expand indefinitely, it still couldn't fully accommodate the great Dragon God.

And when the temple stopped expanding, the dragon Io's changes also stalled, and he even became a little smaller.

Cranvo saw Jeco, who was still the same, as if he would never change, quill and roster in hand, shrouded in a dark hooded cloak, with withered fingers and skinny bones, standing beside the dragon Io, as if he had chosen a new master once more. Seeing this, Cranvo couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Ah," said Jecob, "are you blaming me?"

"No......," said Cranvo, "I thought you were going to give me a chance to make amends and make amends." ”

"I think," said Jecob sincerely, that it is a troublesome and nasty thing to choose a god of death among gods and men, "but your mistakes cannot be changed or undone. The quill in his hand pointed between Cranvo and the dragon Io, and Kranvo immediately heard the sound of the river rushing, there is no river in the City of the Dead and the Wasteland of Mourning, if there is, then there is probably only the River Styx.

In Kranvo's eyes, the River Styx took on the color and light of obsidian, it was bottomless, it flowed endlessly, in its impact and lapping, you could hear the sighs and screams of fate, as a god, Kranvo immediately understood the warning brought by the River Styx, his reckless behavior was indeed as Jecob said, there was no chance of redemption and correction, unless he could kill the dragon Io and end everything before it began.

"I was a fighter. Finally, Cranvo said, and he didn't go on with the rest of the words, but the dragon Io, Jecob, and the bone dragon Frost White who came with him, and the demigod Lich Ederna understood what he meant.

"I respect your choice," he said, and in a flash of light, he transformed from dragon form to a young male warrior, "I will see you off with the dragon's most solemn courtesy," he said, "and inscribe your name on my weapon, Kranvo, and you will not be forgotten unless I have been forgotten." ”

Cranvo rose from his throne. The robes were gone, replaced by a crude set of leather armor, and he pulled out his black broadsword from behind him, as did the dragon Io.

The River Styx vanished, as abruptly as it had arrived.

They rushed to each other.