Death, the terrifying force that has accompanied life since its inception, no matter what its abilities, no matter how glorious its past, no powerful being can resist its call except for the eternal and immortal gods, and under the silent gaze of Faharu, the soul melts into the quiet and pure black pool water, returning to chaos, without any trace of it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Death is the same regardless of whether it is good or evil, and death is still treated equally whether it is strong or weak, and Fahalu, wearing his skull mask, watches everything in silence, without any propaganda, and as long as there is death, there will always be believers who prostrate under his idol in awe.

"Dogs that bite don't bark ......"

Doug stared at the pure black majestic hall in front of him, to be precise, at the statue of Faha Road in the center of the hall, and his fingers involuntarily touched the dagger that was clinging to his upper arm—a copy of Fifian, one of the daggers in the hands of the 'Reaper of Fahalu': "Whether you can save some effort or not depends on you!"

The reason why he chose Fahalo as the object of the plan, Doug had his own considerations. The dark and light gods have been fighting for too long, and they both know each other very well, and many of the gods of the dark gods are involved in intrigue or deception, and the plan may be seen through, and Faharu has hardly touched him since his birth, and has long been accustomed to staying out of the situation, and once hit, anger will be the first reaction, and the 'reason' will be considered later.

Of course, this is just Doug's own imagination, Fahalu, the eternal silent deity, has always been incomprehensible, and no one dares to say how he will react, so he still has a record: Meatball has been dressed up at this time and carries another mysterious device, lurking outside the temple of the god of 'cruelty, abuse and torture', the black goat-headed 'Rapharezer' with giant thorns wrapped around his body - 'sanity' does not exist for this perverted evil god!

A black-robed clergyman suddenly stepped out from behind the idol, stopping Doug from trying to get closer. The priest who served Fahalu was naturally like gold, and after waving his hand to say hello, he asked with his eyes without saying a word: What are you doing here?

Doug, who had an ordinary face and was dressed as a thief, looked very abrupt here, if it weren't for the faint death power emanating from his body, the priest didn't even bother to appear, and directly sent his guards to drive him away.

Doug did not speak, but looked at the priest in the same silence, as if judging him for his weight, and the priest was apparently aware of this unbridled observation, and silently arranged the black priest's robe, revealing the skull logo woven with thin white thread.

What luck to meet the 'head'!

Doug, who had done a lot of preparation for the trip, immediately smiled lightly. The priest of Fahalu is distinguished by the skull and bone logo embroidered on the robe, there are four levels of leg bones, hand bones, ribs, and skull.

In the pure black world of Fahalu, affected by the oppressive atmosphere, Doug began to enter the role, consciously or unconsciously, and unbuttoned his sleeves without saying a word, revealing the black dagger that looked plain.

The 'skull' priest's eyes first showed a wary gaze, and then his expression moved, and the expression muscles that had not been used for many years moved stiffly, revealing an expression of disbelief, and suddenly stretched out his withered pale fingers, and gently wiped them on the blade-

Dark red blood appeared on the blade without the slightest luster, and then a cold and calm death force quickly seeped through the wound on the priest's hand, and the priest only felt as if his soul was being pulled by some force, and almost instantly it was about to break away from his body, and immediately reverently reverently recited the prayer, and the irresistible death force stopped the attack on his soul, and slowly retreated from the wound.

"My lord...... Faha Road on ......"

The priest broke the precept of silence, his voice hoarse and eerie because he had not used his vocal cords for a long time, and although he was careful not to speak, he could not hide the excitement in it.

I didn't expect ...... Before I return to the realm of my Lord...... I was able to see this holy relic......

He stretched out his withered fingers, like a boy in love, and gently rubbed the dull blade, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably-

Reaper of Fahalu!

These legendary daggers, made by the Lord God Faharu himself with the water from the pool of souls, have been lost in this world for nearly 10,000 years! Every priest of the Great Dead has been tasked with finding it, but has never received the slightest news, and has gradually become a legend - and now it has appeared in front of him!

"Your Excellency......"

The willpower cultivated by years of silence caused the priest to quickly calm down his mood swings, and his deep gaze turned to Doug, revealing an inquiring look: "May I ask where you got this dagger?"

"The Raven's Lair, but it's in ruins now. ”

Doug 'cautiously' revealed the news, "You should have heard about what happened there. ”

"Yes. ”

The priest nodded. The sudden transformation of the Raven's Lair into a lava lake by an unknown force was big news lately, and he couldn't have heard of it: "Could it be ......?"

"The dagger was found on a nearby corpse," Doug began to state the plot that had been made up long ago, "he was carrying a broken mysterious container in his arms, and he was killed from behind, and his killer apparently did not understand the dagger's abilities, and accidentally cut his skin while taking the trophy—"

"Oh......"

The priest's dry face did not have any expression, and after looking back in silence for a while, a group of lower-ranking priests rushed out, quickly surrounded the door of the Fahalu Temple, and focused on Doug's body without any emotion, and in a black sea, invisible pressure began to appear,

"The daggers are a pair. ”

Doug didn't make any moves, just whispered something like this, and the muscles on the 'skull' priest's face moved slightly, and the suffocating pressure suddenly disappeared, and then the junior priests began to turn and spread outward, quickly turning the 'encirclement' into a 'separation zone'.

"I'll pay you enough. ”

Pastor 'Skull' spoke to Doug bluntly, and the long silence made his words very jerky: "This is indeed something lost in our temple, but it is nothing more than the beloved thing of the former Great Dead Reverend—"

An attendant silently approached and handed him a black leather bag, and the priest reached out to untie the rope that tied the mouth of the bag, and handed it to Doug: "These are your honorariums," and he showed the several brilliant gems in the bag without paying attention, and his indifferent face showed no emotion: "Please bring another dagger, and I will give you another one." ”

“......”

Doug took the leather bag, looked at the gems inside, and suddenly a smile appeared on his ordinary-looking face, and he tied the bag tightly and threw it back to the priest: "It turns out that Faharu's prestige has been forgotten by his own servants!"

He lowered his head and stroked the handle of the dagger, and his tone could almost be described as contemptuous: "I can't even 'recognize' his most proud work, thinking that it is only worth a few worldly broken stones......

The 'Skull' priest didn't react in the slightest, staring at the dagger with Doug, and after a moment, indifferently spoke again: "What do you want?"

He already understood that the other party was not a treasure hunter who came to try his luck, his tone this time was completely different, and at the same time, he also let go of the control of his own power, and the endless breath of death instantly enveloped the place in front of the temple gate, and the leather bag in his hand and the gems inside seemed to have accelerated through thousands of years, quickly becoming decaying, until finally turned into dust and gently drifted away, and no trace could be found.

"Faharu's mercy, three for one. ”

Doug didn't delay this time and answered his question right away. As soon as the 'skull' priest on the other side let go of his power, Doug knew that he was not a 'skull', but simply the great deceased priest in charge of this Faharu Temple of Death!

As soon as the name came out, the other party's pupils immediately shrank.

"The Mercy ...... of Faharu"

He spoke again, but his eyes turned cold. Fahalu's Reaper is indeed an artifact, but if you want to exchange six 'Fahalu's Mercy', the other party is too much!

As a reward for their devout service to Fahalus, each of the Dead priests will generate a mysterious crystal to ensure that they will not be killed by anything outside of time, and when their lives end and their bodies turn to dust, if they have not violated any of Fahalus's precepts during their lifetime, his crystallization can be left alone, and it is called 'Fahalus's Mercy' - because it can resurrect any dead soul! Even though you can only use it once, it's still a huge value!

But its generation conditions are also extremely harsh, only the absolutely pious priest of the Great Dead can leave this mysterious gem, even if it is only a break of the precepts, then it is impossible to do much remedies in the future, and the priest of the Great Death has survived for a long time, so in the long inheritance of nearly 10,000 years, only twenty-six 'Mercy of Fahalu' have been born, and more than ten have been used, and Doug asked for six as soon as he opened his mouth this time, which can almost be said to be blatant blackmail!

"Yes, Faharu's mercy!"

Doug watched his expression change, but his mouth was still tough. In order to reduce suspicion, such a posture is a must, otherwise when something happens to the temple in the future, the first thing people think of is themselves!

"My lord Fahalu is watching everything,"

The pastor of the Great Dead did not immediately agree or refuse, but began to look at Doug as if he were preaching, and said in a low voice: "Whether strong or weak, humble or noble, at the last moment, they will return to the pool of souls under his silent gaze...... Under the gaze of our Lord Fahalu, all intimacy is as clear as a grain of sand in the water, which cannot be concealed......"

What seems like an ordinary sermon is full of tough threats - everything after death is completely in the hands of Faharu, and if you offend his men too hard now, I am afraid you will regret it in the future!

Doug was sure that if he were an ordinary person, he would have to think about these words carefully, so after pretending to hesitate for a long time, he gritted his teeth and lowered the price: "Four! This is an artifact made by Faharu himself, even the Great Dead Priest himself who generated these gems will be willing to exchange it!"

Lowering the price by one-third all of a sudden, it should be enough for them to save face!

Doug considered the development of the plot, felt that it was almost over, and his expression began to harden, and he also let go of his breath, and met the gaze of the priest of the great deceased-for-tat: "I have also paid a great price for this holy relic, and even offended the light-cough, cough--well, in short, it can't be less! Otherwise, I might as well dedicate it to the rotten angel 'Tacus' who was in charge of the conspiracy and assassination! I believe he will be very intoxicated with this work of art!"

Both sides have made their positions clear, and the next step is to see who softens first, but Doug has the upper hand after all, and his casual words about offering things to Tacus have an unexpected effect, and the thought of the image of the Lord God's beloved object being played with by the rotting corpse that escaped death by trickery directly prompted the priest of the Great Dead to make up his mind.

"Four. ”

He finally nodded in agreement with Doug's asking price, "I want the container, though!"

Just know you're going to take the bait!

Doug smiled briefly, "Deal!"

The so-called container, but the result of the careful cooperation between Linax and Fifian, used a lot of magic that only the core personnel of the Temple of Radiance could master—of course, most of them were just superficial—but the angelic cores embedded on it were all genuine things he had obtained from Gregory, and he was very distressed!

However, if he could really contribute to the smooth implementation of the Gray Lizard plan, he would have endured it! Besides, the mercy of two fakes for four Faharu is also a good deal!

Once the agreement was reached, the two sides immediately entered the stage of pragmatic discussions, and soon worked out an acceptable exchange process, Doug went back to bring the container, and carefully left with four hexahedral gems that seemed to be shrouded in darkness, while the priest of the dead ordered a whistle from Doug to blow, and a baby vulture bought from a juggler then slowly descended from the sky, with another dagger tied to its claws.

"Reaper ...... of Faharo"

No longer hiding his excitement, the priest of the great deceased kept stroking the black blade with trembling fingers, the power of death contained in the dagger resonated with the energy in his body, and a cold and quiet aura suddenly spread around him, and the low-ranking priests around him all breathed deeply as if they smelled fresh air, and the innocent vulture fell to the ground heavily without even making a wail, rotting into dust in the blink of an eye.

"Praise my Lord!"

The low-ranking priests chanted in unison, and in a mood as if they were on a pilgrimage, they watched with envy as the great deceased priest trembled with excitement as he reverently enshrined the daggers in front of the idol of Faharu, slitting his wrists and began to draw a circle with blood.

"O High Fahalus, Lord of the Eternal Souls, who beholdeth all things in this world, and who governs all things......

The priest of the Great Dead began to pray with great reverence, the circle of blood glowed with a black light, and after a silence as if time had stood still, the statue of Faharu carved from pure black spar suddenly opened its eyes.

"Praise be to the Lord of Souls!"

All the low-level priests felt the indifferent but dignified divine power at the same moment, and they involuntarily prostrate on the ground and shouted in unison.

"My Lord God!"

The Priest of the Great Dead was the only one with his head still up, looking at Faharu's silent and majestic gaze, and he presented the daggers with trembling hands.

The face carved from black hedron stared at the pair of daggers, and suddenly revealed a very faint smile, and then countless fluid-like darkness poured out from under the surface of the statue, instantly swallowing the entire statue, turning into a silhouette composed entirely of darkness, only the skull mask, which showed the color of white forest in the darkness.

The Lord God Fahalu has indeed come!

The priest of the Great Dead watched the changes in front of him with excitement, and was so happy that he almost burst into tears, but the dark human form suddenly shook after taking the dagger.

"Fake ?!!"

Listening to the indifferent whispers of the Lord God in his soul, the priest of the Great Dead instantly experienced the extremes of two emotions, and stood in place blankly, almost losing consciousness.

"How can it be fake...... he couldn't accept this fact at all, and Faharu, who heard his words, suddenly raised his head and stared coldly at this believer who dared to doubt himself.

"I ...... I'm guilty......"

Immediately realizing that he had made a serious mistake, the priest of the great deceased quickly fell to the ground and sincerely asked for the forgiveness of the Lord God.

No, you don't.

Faharu's soul words rang directly in his ears.

The person who made this pair of fakes knew the real 'Reaper' very well, not only familiar with its appearance, but also very thoroughly studied the composition of the divine magic within it, which required a long time and high-level knowledge about the origin of the divine art, and it was impossible for a person with such wisdom and strength to be a low-level life in this world......

Then the priest of the great deceased saw the Lord God gently pick up the broken and mysterious vessel, and after studying it for a moment, suddenly burst out with cold divine might.

Sanin!!

Faharu's soul-deep roar instantly enveloped the entire temple, and his cold gaze cast into the distance, and an angelic core in his hand silently turned into dust.

The priests, frightened by Kamui, all trembled and bowed their heads deeply, and no one noticed that on the so-called container, something the size of a thumbnail, which looked like a broken angelic core, was shining faintly.

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