Kranvo, one of the youngest gods in the long history of the continent, although young, but powerful, but strong did not bring him any happiness or comfort, he held the authority of death, staring at the fate of each deceased, but he could not restore his love with Midnight, the goddess of magic, and even could not prevent her from choosing to incarnate as a magical galaxy in the end, he lived alone in the crystal tower, learning from the former god of death, the now Forsaken, how to become a pure god, but he still felt pain from time to time, because he still remembered that when he was a mortal, he could not be as ruthless and ruthless as the Forsaken。

He descended on the priest of a god of death in the middle of the night, a human male who had not yet stepped into the wasteland of mourning, but because he had suffered so much, he boldly asked his god to grant him eternal sleep—for other gods, it would be displeasing to end one's life at will, but for the god of death, it was nothing more than a tired child who wanted to go home. So when Cranvo needed a pious soul and a tough body, the dark-haired god descended on this follower, and he walked out of the temple without alarming anyone.

The Sage of Cranvo walked in the shadow plane, his speed was countless times faster than the dragon flying, all the eyes of the creatures of the shadow plane could not catch his trace at all, only some unlucky undead suddenly fell without warning as he passed, turning into flying ashes, the Sage's feet touched the dust, and then stepped on the boulder, and from the boulder to the gravel, he flew on the sea, lighter than the sea breeze, his short hair was stroked back, revealing a smooth forehead, revealing a resolute face with deep and hard features, and the priest Kranvo's robe repeatedly slapped his ankles in the waves, the emblem embroidered on the belt, a golden balance held by a skeletal arm, danced in the sky with bright little dots of light.

The magic galaxy bloomed like an echo, Cranvo looked up, how many years had he not come to the main physical plane, his kingdom of God imprisoned not only countless evil souls, but also himself, he had not seen the magic galaxy incarnated by Midnight for hundreds of years, he called out the name of his lover softly, even if they had become gods and had become alienated before Midnight fell, but with Midnight truly gone, Cranvo finally realized what he had lost, how careless he had then, and how painful he was nowHe once thought that time would wear away this heavy guilt and sadness, but it turned out that time may be a good medicine, but for his symptoms. Instead, it is highly toxic.

The god of death stood on the surface of the sea, stretched out his arm to the magic galaxy, the starlight flickered, and the power of magic poured into the body of the saint, soothing the broken heart.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"How funny. Edair said to the bone dragon in the darkness, "A god's apology." ”

He stretched out his fingers, and a demigod lich cast a spell that instantly enveloped the entire island, and the waves around the island suddenly became ferocious, and after hitting the towering rocks, they jumped into the air, and the breath of death suddenly obscured all curious eyes and ears, and the algae and seaweed in the sea all crawled down in obedience, and the sea serpents, fish, and insects that swam in it either dived into the sand or burrowed into the crevices, and all living things fell into a deep sleep like death at this moment, and the waves that hid the island of Ederna like a curtain rolled and opened in front of the Sage, under his feetUntil the water in the deep black rock part froze for a moment, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starlight, like a gorgeous carpet.

Kranvo stepped forward, and the sea shattered and melted behind him, and the waves followed.

He saw Edelna waiting in front of the tower, and also saw the demigod lich raise his hand, and then the surrounding scenery and sound were slightly distorted, although after the slightest change, it seemed that nothing had changed, but in fact, Kranvo knew that he had been dragged into the half-plane of Edelna, or it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a field, if the previous island and the surrounding creatures were just asleep, then now this is just a realm belonging to the undead, except for the Sage of Kranvo, there are no living people here, even if it is just a small bug。

Edaire still looked like that, as he had once appeared in front of Grenada's little disciple Cremar, just a handsome human, with no distinctive silver dragon features. Cranvo still vividly remembers the first time he saw Ederna, he was the son of the silver dragon, with the prestige, strength and wisdom of a dragon, he was a prince of the empire, and he was in a prominent position, and at that time, Cranvo was only a cursed warrior, and there was even a thief among his companions, and their identities were very different at that time. But so much had happened since then, and their identities had been almost reversed before Ederna became a lich. It's just that, a thousand years later, Ederna relied on her talent and madness to stand in front of Cranvo again.

"Ederna. Klanwo said.

"Cranvo. Ederna replied that while Cranvo, as the god of death, was undoubtedly the natural enemy of the undead, the demigod lich did not show even the slightest hint of fear, on the contrary, it was Cranvo who cowered.

"I didn't think I would see you walking on the ground," said Edherna, and Cranvo wasn't even sure if there was an element of irony in it: "The Sage Incarnation has proven how dangerous it is in the Millennial War, and no matter which god he is, when he lands in his Sage body, he is weak, he will feel cold, he will feel hungry, he will be stabbed by a sword, he will be destroyed in fire and water. ”

"I didn't show up because the world didn't need me. Cranvo replied.

"And why are you there?" asked Aderna knowingly.

"Humanity is fighting against each other. ”

"The struggle of mankind never ceases," replied Adena, "was, is, and will be, and they have matured in war, becoming more intelligent and sensitive, and like dragons, they can only draw strength between blood and fire." ”

"And what about their souls?" asked Cranvo, "and I stopped on the battlefield, and the blood of the people was like a river, and the corpses were piled up, but their souls were nowhere to be seen. ”

"Maybe it was captured by the devil and the devil. Eder said irresponsibly, "Or if you are lost, your city of the dead is not so easy to find, I say, you should put up a few signs on the mourning wasteland, send a few guides, build a road or something." ”

"More likely, they went where they shouldn't. Kranwo pointed out with a serious countenance.

"Those are not me," Ederna responded, "I am an immortal, I admit it, but you can't say that all the grey robes have anything to do with me. ”

"At least two. Kranwo had to be more blunt: "Your disciples, and your disciples' disciples." ”

"They were only sent by me to see what was going on," Edair smiled kindly, "You see, Your Majesty, Falun is my homeland after all, and its destruction has nothing to do with me, and you know, I have always been very curious, so when I heard that someone wanted to reproduce Falun, or was it my blood descendant...... It's so embarrassing to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to me — well, even if I'm not human anymore. ”

"They will be destroyed. ”

"That's a pity. Edelna said.

"Don't you care?

"I said that," Edair said, with a helpless expression, "I'm a lich, but not all necromancers have anything to do with me, it's okay, Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want, but it's none of my business." ”

"So can you guarantee that you won't be involved?

"Ah," said Edher's eyes, which glowed a bright red, "I can't be sure, Your Majesty, you're a little aggressive." ”

"What do you want out of this?" asked Cranvo, "I can compensate you if I can." ”

The demigod lich looked at him with a look that made the god of death feel like he was falling into an ice cave—only consciously, "No way, Your Majesty, you tried a thousand years ago, and the result was failure, failure, and failure. The demigod lich said softly, "This deal can't be negotiated, Your Majesty, you can't get what I want, I'll have to get it myself." ”

"I'll stop you. ”

"Then I'll have to ask you for what I put back with you—your promise, our contract. ”

"Edherna!"

"How strange," the demigod lich looked up and whispered as if to himself, "what gives you confidence, or do you think I'm crazy enough to forget what you've done?"

"Eder Na......"

"Don't tell me you want that contract back, for free. This can't be, Your Majesty, I've waited so long, so long, so long, I thought I wouldn't use it anymore, but you see, fate is indeed a bit shameless, it does everything, God of Death, Kranwo, what I want now is to open that contract, this is what you owe me, you should pay it back, look," Eder spread his hands: "I didn't even calculate interest, your honorable majesty, won't you rejoice?"

"I ...... Can't ......"

When Cranvo had the thought of refusing, an indescribable force suddenly entangled him, and his sage body was bleeding from his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and he could feel the sharp pain in his body, as well as the vomiting sensation that was surging upward— Fragments of entrails gushed out of his throat like sticky pieces of dough, tearing apart the physical body, followed by his invisible essence, and the god of death screamed so loudly that he could barely see Ederna again, but he could know that the demigod lich stood beside him, watching him crumble under the power of the laws of the Styx, just as Ederna's lover had been shattered by his power.

"That's Ciric...... conspiracy," Cranvo shouted, "is ......"

"Your fault. Ederna went on and said, "Your arrogance, your ignorance, your irritability, your naivety, your cruelty—it was you who killed her, who destroyed her, and she dissipated forever, only because of a lie, and a foolish recklessness." ”

"Ask for ...... You. ”

"It doesn't matter," said Edair softly, "as long as the contract is fulfilled, it will all be over." ”

"No ......"

"Don't say you can't, Kranvo, you should feel it, the laws of the River Styx will really make you fall completely, this is something that the gods of God will not dare to shake, you really decide to just disappear here without a sound? Your divine kingdom will collapse, your followers will lose their divine powers, and they will wail under the slaughter of the priests and believers of the dark sun, and your temples and sanctuaries will be burned, and in a thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years, humanity will forget you, and maybe a child will pick up your idol and pee on it. ”

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Gods. The demigod sneered.

Kranvo, the god of death, is gone, and Ederna has got what he wants, after all, even the mighty gods dare not rebel against the laws that Styx represents.

Ederna returned to his tower and leaned down to gaze out at the depths of the sea, and a moment later, the bone dragon poked its head out of it—even if it was only one skull, it still filled the base of the tower. The undead skeleton seemed to sense Eder's unhappiness, and stretched its neck bone, rubbing the demigod lich's bones affectionately, and the silent space was filled with a strange creak.

"Don't worry," said the uncrowned king of the Seventy-Seven Islands, "soon, my child, soon you will be able to soar again in the skies of Falun. He paused: "It's a little disgusting though." ”

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The Forsaken welcomed a distinguished guest.

A deity.

He looked out of place in the City of the Dead, the Crystal Towers, and the Wasteland of Mourning, he had the form of a handsome young man, dressed in white robes, embellished with intricate embroidery and jewelry with gold and sunstones, and although he was only an incarnation, there was still a dazzling light shining from his body, gray ghosts, black necromancers, and white invokers dodging everywhere, and even the Forsaken did not know where to take out an obsidian-polished mask and fasten it on his face.

The avatar of Rosada glanced at him.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," said the Forsaken, "that is really ...... Let's get a little unaccustomed. ”

"No, it doesn't matter," Rosada's avatar said casually, "I'm just wondering how this thing could have been." ”

"Oh," said the Forsaken, "it is the work of a dwarf craftsman, supposedly used to observe the sun." ”

"Really?"

"Yes," said the Forsaken, "nothing of a problem other than that he has become blind." ”