"Outer God Incarnation?"

"Aaron Salian?"

"There are gods in the form of fighting in the heavens of the realm? This is the first time since the Sage Havoc."

With the disappearance of the two god incarnations, the surging tsunami waves finally subsided, and on the seashore of Darklight Village, Aaron, with a blank face, stood there, not sad, happy, silent, and unmoved.

Heavenly Mountain, Three Sanctuary Temples, Elysium, Bright Waters, Bottomless Abyss, Bato Hell, Chaos Sea, Endless Wilderness, and many more.

One by one, the gazes that finally sensed passed through the crystal wall system and landed on Aaron's body.

What the hell is this guy coming from? Why can he summon god incarnations?

This gaze is either solemn, or fearful, or joyful, or full of interest.

But without exception, every being who looks at this place can't help but bring a little jealousy.

There is nothing easy for beings who can summon the incarnation of gods.

The sound of horses' hooves.

Cavalry from Mashan Cypress arrived.

The officer stepped forward to call the name of the Purple Dragon Knight, but Aaron still did not respond, and only from the direction of Viscount Salian's gaze did the soldiers notice a naked girl rushing up on the beach.

This is the reason why Aaron is out of the way, they are her last hope.

It is also the will of the incarnation of Cthulhu.

It wasn't until the girl was dragged to the beach by the soldiers that Aaron sat on the ground, his face still expressionless, but everyone present had endless admiration in their hearts.

He did it!

When the soldiers called Aaron's name and offered him all the praise, Aaron was still there, with neither joy nor sadness on his face, and he seemed numb and confused.

"Lord Salian?"

Two days later.

The heroic deeds spread throughout Susal and Mazar.

"What?!"

Cormier's capital, somewhere in the upper city of Sussar, among mansions.

The rooms are decorated with the highest quality materials, with every piece of furniture made of imported mahogany, a golden velvet carpet on the wooden floor, silk robes on hangers made only by the Xianglong Empire on the continent of Karatu, and ambergris lit in the intricately carved ivory-inlaid incense burner of Cormier.

The grandfather clock, made by master craftsmen, ticks and ticks.

The evil and arrogant beautiful man immediately stood up after listening to his subordinate's report, the long silk robe slid down his flawless shoulders, the eight-pack abs were not covered, and even the beautiful man was only wearing a pair of cropped pants all over his body.

Under his seat, Ranger Andreas fell to his knees, his face still full of panic.

Andreas may never forget that he secretly followed Aaron Salian and the others to the Darklight Village and saw something on the sea outside the village.

That fear, that power, that deep-rooted man's heart, that supernatural beast that covered the sky and the sea, would be a shadow for Andreas's life, and even if the ranger was a considerable distance from the shore, he was so sure that he would never forget that scene for the rest of his life.

Black sky, torrential rain, dark ocean, giant things, Aaron Salion, the only white-gold aura in the darkness, rushed up the cliff, heroically charged against the god incarnation, representing both hope and full of desperate cries, the silver giant fist stretched out in the void, the decisive battle between the two god incarnations.

Even though he knew that he was an enemy, even if he knew that Aaron's presence was unacceptable to his master, Andreas still disobeyed the order of the person in front of him to "find an opportunity for their group to have an accident", and the ranger himself couldn't tell why.

Isn't the person in front of you good enough?

No, he was just an ordinary person two years ago, and two years later he already has master-level strength.

Isn't the person in front of him kind enough to treat him?

No, he was very charismatic, he was handsome, handsome, and full of grace in every word, and he was always kind to his subordinates, and he never blamed them even if the mission failed

, but criticize yourself for not doing well enough.

For many, he was a perfect monarch.

Andreas used to think so, and the Ranger used to think that the person in front of him was the person he deserved to serve with his life.

"It's true, it's true, my feelings are real." The evil man couldn't sit still, he paced back and forth in front of his seat in a very irritated way, only a small ray of light from the skylight shone on his flawless body, a pair of scarlet eyes full of anger and puzzlement, and he then muttered to himself, "Why? Why?"

When Salian returned to Susar, he glanced at it from a distance, and he could feel that he had some resemblance to Aaron's strength.

Endless conflict, eternal strife.

The evil man sweated on his forehead, and his face was very ugly: "This is impossible, my father has fallen......

After saying that, the evil man realized that the ranger was still kneeling on the ground, and he immediately helped him up with both hands: "I'm sorry, Andre, go on, what's going on?"

"My lord, after the matter is over, Viscount Salian, Sir Renard was found on the beach by the soldiers, among whom Sir Renard had passed out and woke up after a day's rest, but he was in good spirits."

"The Purple Dragon Apprentice Knight Disma was found on a hill outside the village, along with the dead owner of the Darklight Village Tavern, who was also unconscious and has not yet woken up."

"Where's Aaron?" The evil man asked.

"Aaron Salian is not unconscious, he is currently being treated."

"Tell me more about him?" The evil man waved his hand impatiently.

"Viscount Salian's state...... Strangely, my lord, he is not unconscious, not seriously injured, not old or even physically disabled, not at all." The Ranger whispered, "It's just that he doesn't react much to the affairs of the outside world at the moment, and Viscount Sarian has always been expressionless since he was rescued."

Expressionless?

The evil man muttered for a few seconds, then remained silent.

"My lord?" Seeing this, the ranger then asked: "Colliner, what do they mean is to do it now, the defense of the hospital is not strict now, after making sure that the three people are all right, they have all been treated like heroes, and people have lit candles for Viscount Salian and others outside the hospital gate to pray for them, at this time if we pretend to be a visitor......

"Nonsense!" The evil man snapped, "Collin's brain is stupid, is your brain stupid too? Andrei, since my brother can summon the incarnation of the gods for the first time, he can summon the second time if he can't keep it!"

"If our presence is exposed, it will be difficult to continue the plan." The evil man shook his head repeatedly, "This matter must be considered in the long run."

"You've done a great job, Andre, and you're one of my most trusted people."

The evil man returned to his seat, his fingers playing with the lid of the incense burner, his expression uncertain.

Why? Why, father? Why are you so eccentric?

You are now fallen, but you can answer my brother's call and fight for him.

And I can't?

Father!

！

The evil man was obviously in a terrible mood, and he kept holding the lid with his fingers, and despite his back to the ranger, his emotions leaked unnaturally: "Is there anything else? Andre? As I said, I'm not going to meet with him right now, both for our plans and for your safety."

"Yes." The Ranger said no more, he bowed, turned and left the room.

Andreas kind of understood.

His lord was perfect, he was handsome, he was dashing, he was scheming, he was merciful and generous, he was powerful.

But the Ranger always felt as if he was missing something.

Now that Andreas understood, his lord seemed to lack a little courage.

He always likes to hide in the shadows and plot everything, he always likes to manipulate intrigues and enjoy it

Tired, he never fights unprepared, and only after all the variables are determined and he is sure that he will win, he will be willing to take it personally.

This would have been a great opportunity.

What is the cost of calling on the gods to come in an incarnation?

In general, i.e. death.

Occasionally, those who are lucky will also face a huge consumption of power and a greatly shortened lifespan, and many legendary priests have called for the incarnation of gods, and their lifespan has been shortened from thousands of years to only two or three hundred years.

Such an opportunity?

Where there is contrast, there is a gap.

The scene of Aaron Salion, who shouted alone in the rainstorm and ran up the cliff alone, faced with the incarnation of the old Dominator, lingered in the Ranger's heart for a long time.

The light, the courage, the faith, the strength, and the determination to fight to the death in the face of a strong enemy all deeply shocked Andreas.

Suddenly, a thought popped into the ranger's mind.

Maybe...... There is also a gap between the Sons of God!

————I am also the dividing line————

One day at noon, Aaron woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed in Susar's hospital, spotless on the white sheets, empty of no one in the sick room, only two guards standing guard outside the door.

Outside the window, the golden leaves bring the breath of autumn, the sun spreads on the clear sky, and a hint of coolness blows into the room with the autumn breeze and blows on Aaron's face.

Lord Viscount rubbed his eyes, his face remained expressionless.

No joy, no sorrow, no joy, no anger.

In the past two days, the people who came to see him came one after another, and all they saw were Aaron with a blank face, whether it was congratulations, congratulations, comfort, or gratitude, Aaron was always expressionless.

Everyone thought that the viscount might have been shocked by witnessing the incarnation of the gods, or maybe the price paid for calling the incarnation of the gods was too great, so they all let him rest.

Only Aaron knew what was going on.

For a short period of time, he will no longer have any emotions, and such things as joy, anger, and sorrow will not appear from him.

Because of the coming of Slaanesh.

The advent of the incarnation of Slaanesh came at a price, and she directly sucked all of Aaron's emotional energy, as well as a part of his power.

Now, Aaron feels like chewing wax in everything he does, he doesn't react to anything, he doesn't feel happy when he sees interesting things, he doesn't feel anything sad when he sees sad things, and even the ham and wine that are sent to him feel like tasteless dust when they enter his mouth.

He should have felt pain, but even this painful emotion was swallowed up by Slaanesh.

There is no emotion, only logical thinking, and a heart that is extremely indifferent.

This is probably the Buddhist concept of "all non-dwelling, non-discriminating, non-discriminating, non-discriminating, i.e., non-existent, non-discriminating, non-discriminating, non-discr

I didn't expect that what made me feel this way would be Slaaneshin?

No wonder emptiness is color, and color is emptiness.

Color is there, emptiness is nothing. Color and emptiness are opposite, color is due to emptiness, emptiness is formed by color, and complement each other.

In the future, before every sentence of oneself, should we add a "In terms of universal reason?"

Thinking of this, Aaron wanted to laugh a little, is this a reverse practice of slacker? Am I going to become a Buddha?

But he didn't smile either, he couldn't make any expressions.

It's uncomfortable! Aaron tried his best to get himself to a little change of mood.

But even the emotion called "uncomfortable" could not be born to him, because he was also consumed by Slaanesh.

His emotional abilities could only slowly recover over time, and Aaron simply didn't want to think about these things, and he began to think.

The divine spark from Slaanesh was completely activated, although this divine spark was severely overloaded due to the arrival of Slaanesh, and Aaron was only able to use the power of the female ganqi for a short time, but as long as it was restored for a while, the spark of Slaanesh's divine spark would be completely at Aaron's orders.

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As a result, he has obtained the chaotic power of a truly powerful supermodel.

The Keeper of Secrets transforms.

After so much in the kingdom, he finally has a strong hole card.

There is good news, and naturally there is bad news.

Because of the advent of Slaanesh, the link between one of the four gods of chaos and the kingdom has been completed.

From the moment she succeeds, the corruption of Slaanesh will officially spread throughout the kingdom, and it will only take some time for more and more followers of Slaanesh to appear in the kingdom.

These Slaanesh believers do not worship Aaron as his master, but on the contrary, they see Aaron as their greatest enemy.

He was Slaanesh's favorite.

However, destroying one's favorite with one's own hands is also something that can make Slaanesh so happy that he faints.

This kind of thing, Slaanesh likes!

Or watching Aaron walk up the ladder to the gods, or watching Aaron be destroyed by his own hands to find the next fun, Slaanesh didn't lose anything.

With the development of the followers of Slaanesh, it will only be a small-scale chaos invasion at first, but the faster Aaron's strength increases, the more powers are activated, the link between the remaining three gods will also be activated, and the scale of the invasion will become larger and larger.

Finally, the kingdom will face one of the largest Chaos invasions in history.

Only by defeating this chaos invasion, repelling the four gods of chaos and wearing his own crown of chaos, can Aaron be qualified to become the fifth god of chaos and go to subspace to play cards with the four good brothers.

Aaron pondered for a moment what he should do next when someone came in from outside.

"Lord Viscount, Sir Renard is awake."

"Got it." There was no emotion in Aaron's words, he just reached out and motioned for himself to get up.

"What room is he in?" I want to see him."