Jack didn't see any guards along the way in this underground forbidden area, obviously there were so many troops fighting outside, and there were no troops left in this castle? Or was there some other reason? Jack thought as he groped his way through the darkness, he could have used spells to create a light source, but this would have exposed his location, so he chose to move slowly by feeling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At last, he came to the end of a road with a heavy, intricately carved door in front of him, and Jack believed that there must be something in it. The gate was thick and had a barrier that would normally be impossible to pass through without lifting the barrier and without a key, but Jack was able to let himself go through it in one fell swoop. But the moment he walked through the door, Jack felt his strength drain, and when he entered the room at the end, he found that he could not activate his magic again, and in front of him at this moment was a square altar made of four or five steps, and in the center of the altar was a pillar, and directly above the pillar floated something, which constantly radiated blue-purple light, and was shaped like a broken piece of ore.

"This ...... What is this...... Could it be that this thing is restricting my psychic powers?" Jack felt himself weaken and lose his footing.

"This thing can imprison the soul, and the power of your spiritual magic is said to be related to blood and blood, but the way it works is actually the transformation of your soul into your own body - virtualization, hardening, and disguise, these are all physical changes to your body, so your spiritual magic naturally cannot work in front of this thing. King Miller came out of a gloomy corner and explained to Jack.

"You...... Why do you know so much about my spiritual arts?" Jack was so weak that he didn't have the strength to be surprised, he didn't expect that this king of another country who he had never met would have such a high level of knowledge about spiritual arts, information that should only be available to church people.

"Many years ago, my grandfather had a close communication and cooperation with one of the elders of your Church of Light, and many of the spiritual techniques that came later were the result of their joint research. The king stroked the gray beard on his chin and looked sideways at Jack, who was already kneeling on one knee, "This thing can only have such a miraculous effect on those of you who have mastered spiritual arts, and there is nothing to do if ordinary people like us stand by!"

"What the hell are you for, why do you have an army?aren't you cursed?, and what did you do to Roy?!" Jack Benin said in a stern tone of questioning, but his current state only gave him the strength to ask these questions weakly, without much strength to strengthen his tone.

"I'm sure Hissar has told you about the legend of 'Black Light Coming', but the Black Light Coming is not actually a curse of the gods at all, it's just that my grandfather, the previous king, used this thing in front of you to punish the four major families who wanted to rebel, and then made up the story of the curse of the gods, so as to better control the people. Don't you see that there hasn't been a single rebellion in the past hundred years?"

"Sure enough, I should have listened to Hissar and killed you sooner!" Jack gritted his teeth.

"Don't think too well of that guy Hissar Delin, he's not as upright as he seems. "I have no time to defend myself," said the king, "but let me tell you what kind of man Hissar Delin is with all that I have witnessed over the past ten years."

Hissar Delin, who is now Chinese New Year's Eve two years old, studied fifteen years ago under the most famous mage of Miller, Sbel Malik, and married a beautiful wife at the age of twenty, but his wife left him after spending two years with him and bore him a son, saying that she had discovered the darkness in his heart, which made her unbearable, so she abandoned her husband and disappeared from this world. Hissar felt that his dignity had been insulted, and his son was largely ignored and placed in foster care while he continued to learn spells with Malik.

Three years ago, the king needed to establish a convenient passage between the processing area of the Blacklight Castle and the Erelasin of the Miller trading hub, so Sbel Malik and Hissar and several other mages studied day and night, and finally discovered the secret of teleportation magic, but this magic requires a lot of energy, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life, and only when you use this magic together, the more people you have, the less damage the magic will cause to everyone. At that time, there were a total of seven mages including Hisar who used this spell, and Hisar's ability was the strongest except for Sibel, one person was equivalent to half of the strength of the remaining six, but when the magic was activated, Hisar suddenly began to fear that he would die because of this, and did not use magic with others, so although the channel circle was successful, but several other mages, including Sbel, all died because of it. Unwilling to face his true self, Hissar blamed the king for all this.

When his son died, his son had just turned seven years old, so Hissar took him back to take care of him, but his indifference to his son for many years led to a deep estrangement between them, so his son often argued with him, and he beat his son every time he did not know how to educate, and finally one day his son ran away from home two years later. After his son left, Hissar did not rush to find him back, but went to the palace to advise the king, because at that time he inherited the previous position of his mentor Sbel, the archmage of the kingdom of Mille. The king was worried that the commoners in a place below would not obey his instructions to process and transport thirty consignments a day, and had been cut off from their water for many days, but they still resisted. So Hissar proposed to put poison on the water that led to the village, and the poison should be controlled just enough to make them miserable but not to die, and they would not hesitate to drink it when they saw it reopened, so that they would have to be subject to the king, and they would only get the antidote if they agreed to work hard. The king did as he was told, and as a result, Hisar's runaway son happened to be taken in by the people of the village, so he also drank the poisoned water, and because children were far less resistant to poison than adults, Hisar received news of his son's death a few days later.

The king gradually discovered the dark side of Hissar's heart, which frightened him and put him in prison. As a result, shortly after Hisar was placed under house arrest, an explosion suddenly occurred in the dungeon, and an area of the castle collapsed. From then on, he began to hate the king and the whole country, and blamed him for everything that happened to him. When he recovered from his wounds in Arelasin, he encountered this army of 10,000 people that God had given him.

"Now you know, the Hissar Delin you follow is nothing more than a self-centered, greedy for life and death, cruel and vicious, shirking responsibility, evil and dark in his heart, but pretending to be a righteous man and a gentleman! How stupid it is for you to take so many people to the soup for him because of his few words, and prepare for him to subvert this country! Now your soldiers who fought for him are probably dead at his hands, because you have lost your use since you failed to assassinate me. The king's words were like a knife, and every time he told the truth, he cut a piece of flesh out of Jack's heart, leaving an unhealable wound, and constantly dripping blood in his heart.

"No...... It won't be like this...... This can't be ......," Jack shook his head, he didn't want to believe that he had lost all the lives of the warriors because of his own misjudgment, he wanted to believe that Hissar was good, and the king was lying, but the feeling that Hissar had exuded when he said that he was going to erase the gods also made Jack really feel the darkness in his heart.

"You just stay here, Roy, they're doing well, they know it's wise to follow me. So saying, the king went to the gate.

"No, Roy, they won't give up everything they once had because of this kind of thing, how the hell did you brainwash them!"

"Don't you already know the answer?" said the king, laughing, and walked out of the door, which closed itself after the king had gone out, and added several layers of protection, leaving only the weak Jack and the strange glowing ore.

"Is it the same stone?" said Jack, lying on the ground, his limbs unable to move, and could only think of the answer to it all in his head.

On the other hand, when Jack, who had infiltrated the palace, had no news of him, Hissar decided that he was either dead or wounded, and that he was likely to be captured, so he gave up waiting in Arelrahim and chose to leave. At this moment, a voice sounded in his ears.

"They're useless, you already know. Now that the guy named Jack is an outcast, we can look for the next pawn. Hissar noticed that the voice was exactly the same as his own, but his mouth did not move.

"What are you talking about, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't play dumb, we all know in our hearts what the real us are, and this earthly human being is only worthy of being a pawn in our hands and let us use it. That woman dared to abandon us because of our charms, and she was right to turn her into a pool of blood in the first place!"

"What? You killed my wife?!" exclaimed Hissar.

"No, no, no, it's us! It's us who killed that woman together! It's not just her, do you remember that bad old man who nagged and studied spells all day? We agreed not to use magic at the last minute, and to accept it in time, so that the old man could die in an accident, and everything he ever had, status, honor, and wealth would be ours, didn't we become the archmage of the kingdom as we wished?"

"No, it wasn't me, it's the king, who knows that magic will cost him his life, but still wants us to use it, for his benefit!" Hisar defended himself.

"Then why are you the only ones alive?" his own voice questioned, which made his whole person stunned for a moment, and then his expression began to slowly become distorted, and his eyes became abnormal, and the voice continued: " Do you remember your son, that stupid boy actually said that we were demons, and then ran away, he couldn't understand that we deserved him to suffer outside, and that time it was the people of that village who sent us a message, and only after knowing that the boy was in that village did we go to the king to poison the water in that village! This trick is really beautiful! Get rid of that burden and put the blame on the king's head, you are really a genius! No, we should say that we are geniuses!"

"No...... These are the king's ......" Salde's expression was glazed, and his tone was no longer struggling, and he had lost his resistance.

"And the explosion that no one knows what was going on, we expected that the king might be jealous of our ability and lock us up, so we prepared early, and before we were imprisoned, we had set up a spell trap above the dungeon that could be activated at any time, but that time it went too far, and we were seriously injured, but it didn't matter, as long as we could escape and prepare for this revenge! You should know by now that we are not going to take revenge on the stupid king, not this Miller, not this world, but the gods who created this world! Why do people look down on our specialness, why do we have all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world, why do we only wag our tails and beg for mercy on the gods, why can they control our destiny and play with our lives? We want to overthrow the Sanctuary and destroy the gods, because we are the gods of this world, and only we are worthy of being the gods of this world!"

"That's right, only I am worthy to be the god of this world!" Hissar repeated, his eyes having lost the last trace of kindness he once had, and the corners of his mouth turned up extremely distorted, and he kept smiling, "That's right, I am the god!" After he finished speaking, he stretched out his fist sharply at Sam, who was waiting for instructions beside him, and the fist instantly pierced Sam's chest, and before Sam could realize what was happening in front of him, and before he could understand why the mage was doing something to him, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally his head shrugged weakly on his shoulder.

"You're useless. After he finished speaking, he took the lives of the remaining warriors in an instant, "The cowardly Hissar Delin is dead, and from this day on, my name is Salde!" He waved one hand into the face of one of the warriors lying on the ground, and the warrior's face was sucked up by him, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, which was inhaled into his palm, and the warrior's face became a blank with no features.