Noisy tunnels, outer planes, places of imprisoning many horrors.

The god of thieves, Meske, holds the candle that seals Kozv, the Chaos Dog, and searches for the secret of Ciric.

In addition to the countless monsters imprisoned in the Void of Darkness, some of which are feared by even the gods, this outer plane is a place of extreme chaos.

If it weren't for the "Kozf" brand candle in his hand, Meske would not have dared to approach here anyway.

But now, Kozv has given Maiske the chance to operate in the Noisy Tunnel, and one of the Chaos Dogs' best abilities is anti-tracking, and when it is sealed, the candle shines on a certain passage in the Noisy Tunnel.

It was a place that terrified the gods, and in the darkness of the darkness, there were screams, wails, and eternal curses, and the walls and floors and the food trucks on the side of the road were littered with the flesh of all sorts of evil creatures, wriggling and wailing from time to time, and on the opposite side of the walls, clumps of uncertain flesh were casting a few tentacles with eyes down the railings, and the cursed gods howled irrationally, longing for freedom and destruction.

It is here that Shirek hid the Shiri Sutra.

Musk leaped and jumped, flashing through the ominous presence until the deepest, most obscure eight-pointed skull Skull, Ciric, opened for him.

As the god of thieves realized that the place had been sealed, the eyes on Meske's mask became foggy, and he moved his hands along the seal with gentle movements like caressing a lover.

Gently twisting and slowly wiping and lifting, Meske's fingers swiped 999 times like a golden snake dance, and he hummed a small song of "See You Again", and as the last note fell, Meske gently pushed his hands.

The seal opened.

"Man~" Maiske muttered to himself cheerfully, "What else can I say?" ”

“Mask in！”

The room was empty except for a book in hardcover with a black-covered cover depicting smiling skeletons and the dark sun, and a background of twisted patterns representing torment and chaos. The book is fitted with gold hinges and buckles, and is fitted with a lock made of sturdy metal.

This little lock was not difficult for Mesk, and the god of thieves easily opened it.

Your artifact is awesome, but now it's mine!

After thinking about it, Musk wanted to take something and moisten it.

However, it just so happened that the god of thieves glanced at the book cover.

The Shri Sutra?

A sneer erupted from Maiske's nostrils, and the god of thieves thought to himself, just you? A guy who has been a god for only ten years and has not yet reached the age of fifty years old relies on licking AO's stinky feet, backstabbing lovers, backstabbing friends, and backstabbing teammates, and is also worthy of writing his own scriptures?

I, Meske, have lived countless years, and have mastered 114514 kinds of lockpicking techniques, and I have not written a book of Meske.

Hmph~ After my Rogue Starlink is deployed in the kingdom, and when my Twitter organization can control every black market in the kingdom, I will also write a copy of the "Mesk Sutra"!

The god of thieves hesitated for a few seconds, his slender gloved fingers sliding back and forth along the spine of the book, but he couldn't help but be curious, and he decided to open it.

What if this kid really has something?

In fact, Maiske, like other gods, looked down on Ciric, the mortal king of the three crowns.

But this does not prevent Musk from being a close companion of Ciric after he became a god.

Maiske never plays against the wind.

Open the heavy paperwork.

"Legend has it that Temorrah and Bensaba made a bet to compete for every soul born in this world, and Lady Lucky flicked her coin, and the Doom Maiden guessed the right and the worst."

"If Bensaba is wrong, Temorrah will generously grant this happy soul a lifetime of good luck, but it is also said that the Doom Maiden rarely loses in such a contest."

"Throughout history, there has only been one man who has escaped their cruel game – Shirek of Santilburg."

Even before he appeared on earth as a mortal, Ciric had the will to refuse to be at the mercy of fate and thus determine his future. When his newborn soul came to the goddesses, he cast a beam of light on the silver coins of Tymorrah, so that they could not see his form. ”

The goddesses never saw the coins drop, and the fateful gamble of Ciric was not decided. Therefore, he did not come to the world with any predestined fate, his destiny will be created by himself. ”

"In the squalid slums of Santilburg, the man destined to become a god took on the garb of mortal for the first time. His mother, a beautiful bard as wise as Ogmar, had foreseen in a dream the greatness of her son. She hid the infant Shirek in the backstreets of the shadowy city without her husband's knowledge, as his father was a leader of the Santir army and a member of the dark network, loyal to the god Bane.

"The god of strife also foresaw the potential power of Ciric, and out of fear of the only mortal who was not bound by fate, he mobilized all the spies in the city in an attempt to strangle the child."

Maiske was quickly attracted to the baby in the story.

What a baby this is!

In the swaddling clothes, the mother died under the father's sharp blade, the toddler Ciric killed the assassin with his bare hands, hid his body in the sewers, the blood of the mouse was his milk, the fur of the mouse was his blanket, until the dawn of the next day, the toddler returned to the light, his great divinity was not neglected, a Zambian wine merchant Astolford soon discovered the divine essence that Shirek could not hide, he adopted him, and gave him a luxurious life.

But Ciric, who had always despised luxury, knew that his adoptive father and adoptive mother were only tools for him to return to the throne of the gods, and hypocrites who prevented him from returning to the throne, and after twelve years of education, Shirek decided to tear up the shackles of family responsibilities and false affections, and his sharp wisdom would not be overshadowed by the pain of life, but on the contrary, these things were only dull thistles in front of the great wheel.

Against all odds, he skinned the bodies of his adoptive father and adoptive mother, cut and disassembled them in the corners of the town.

Ciric embarks on his journey, and it is his birthright to become a god, and now is the time to return to the throne.

"............" Meske read the Book of Ciri, his expression gradually changed, the eyes of the god of thieves gradually changed from confusion to fanaticism, from prudence to worship, and like this book, Meske began to fully realize the divine nature of Ciric.

He began to doubt.

Theoretically, He thought.

Ciric had always been a god, but he temporarily denied his divinity in order to become a god. So in reality, He is God.

Or, as Maiske continued, he said to himself, in theory, that Ciric was not a god, but he became a god. In fact, He is God.

He tried to keep thinking, and the contents of the Shri Sutra appeared so often in His mind that he had fully believed them, but his mind did not honestly stop refuting his beliefs.

Theoretically, Shirek has always been God, but He himself is not aware of this, in fact, He is God, and has always been.

No, he thought, at least he wasn't God in the first place.

Theoretically, Shirek became a god because of AO, because of this great adventure, but in reality, he is a god.

He is God, Maiske thought.

The only true God in the universe.

I read the last chapter, Ciric's vision of the world.

The panic on Meske's face vanished, and resignation to his fate took his place, and when he read the last sentence of the book, his body shook like a viper attracted by the sound of a magician's flute: "These are the words of Ciric, the god of strife, the prince of lies." May his reign on earth and Hades be long. ”

The god of thieves collapsed in front of the book, his eyes dimmed, and he could only dimly see the Ciri Sutra, but the confusion dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and it was as if Mesk had met the Prince of Lies for the first time.

"My King, my Lord, my Majesty."

The god of thieves reverently knelt beneath the Celestial Sutra, his face cloudy, and the heart of the god of thieves collided.

Ciric is the king of murder, and all life in the world should be prostrate at his feet.

Including me.

Me too.

The wavering on Maxke's face gradually dissipated, and he hung his head.

"Giggles~ Maxke, you're a little too into the play."

After the lazy voice, the noisy air tunnel suddenly shook, and then the surroundings lit up.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of diamond-encrusted strappy heeled sandals, followed by a swirl of shadows aimed at the panicked god of thieves standing at the table.

A rain bandeau hanging collar spiral pure black hip skirt could not hide the towering peaks and slender legs of the goddess of the night, and the black gauze hip skirt wrapped Sha'er's exquisite figure. The slender waist is full of grips, and it follows the graceful curve, and in the one-step skirt formed by the energy of the fallen shadow, the full full moon stands tall, supporting an astonishing arc.

Under the tight long skirt in the summer, the black delicate and transparent gradient ultra-thin stockings are like a second layer of delicate skin, wrapping Shaer's slender and well-proportioned legs, and the snow-white leg flesh is faintly visible through the soft texture of the stockings, and changes color with the contour of the legs.

The thighs are transparent, the knee bends are slightly shallow, and then gradually deepened along the well-proportioned calves, and finally the bare feet show a hazy and seductive deep black, and the rich color gradient shows off Shar's charming stockings legs vividly and seductively.

"Shar!" Hearing the movement, Maisk immediately retreated into the shadows: "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm going to see the great invention of Ciric." Share's purple, plump lips contain a strange charm.

A long, slender, poisoned blade glowed silver in the Shadow King's hand.

Mesk struck in an instant, his figure obscured by the pitch-black cloak, but it didn't bother Shar in the slightest, and the mysterious and cold Night Lady swept a black shadow across her fingers, grabbed the god's wrist, and snatched the dagger from his hand.

"Ouch?" The Night Lady said softly, "When did you like to take the initiative against the enemy?" ”

The second knife grazed the Night Goddess's chest, leaving a slight scar, and Sal went to grab Maxke's other hand, but it was too late.

Shar's originally gentle and funny eyes immediately became cruel and vicious, and he clutched his chest: "Maxke! Are you really?! ”

The Lord of Shadows deftly escaped from Shar's grasp, "I won't let you do that!" Obey Our Lord. Shar, he is the king of murder! ”

"Have you had enough?" Shar said coldly: "Maiske! ”

The goddess of the night stretched out her hand and pressed it on Maxke's head, and a shadow prison temporarily controlled the god of thieves, and the candlestick in Meske's hand fell to the ground, and he himself temporarily gained a point of consciousness because of the power from Shar, and then covered his head in confusion, muttering words such as "He is a god" and "He is not a god".

Shar looked at Maxke's painful appearance in shock, and the goddess of the night realized for the first time that Aaron was telling the truth!

Ciric has truly created an artifact that can control other gods!

Control the gods!

Isn't this power, this power the same as AO?

Suddenly, Shar's enchanting eyes erupted with deep interest, and the goddess of the night glanced at the delicate and small silver foot chain hanging from her ankle, the Lasso of Truth, stretched out her hand, and pressed it on the Ciri Sutra.

Aaron's mantra took effect immediately!

So, while reading the Shri Sutra, another story popped up in Shar's mind.

"In order to make everyone surrender, Shirek has actually embellished this history, Sister Share, do you know...... Ciric's real identity is a duck, he sold ditches in Zambia, and the Zambian merchant next door passed it down...... The twelve years that Sheric was educated in Zambia were twelve years of selling ditches, walking back and forth with a butter loaf of bread and the occasional sweet wine and roast leg of lamb, and my trading partner Ferrara, an authentic Zambian mercenary, passed Shirek day by day! ”

"Many people can't believe that Ciric used to be a duck, but if you think about it, how could he be favored by a wine merchant as a penniless and unskilled boy from Santilburg? Under the rule of Bane of Santilburg, there was a great deal of tension between the classes and the strata, ah, just because he was a down-and-out wild breed of an officer and a bard of Santilburg? The wine merchant had to adopt him for him to eat? He's going to have to give something, right? Isn't the capitalless business in this world just selling ditches?"

"Poof!"

Even Shar couldn't help but laugh when she heard Aaron's voice, the Night Lady covered her chest and held back a smile, and a pair of white rabbits jumped up and down to look like the goddess was holding back extremely hard.

I couldn't hold it back.

"Hahahahaha~ Aaron, you ...... Hahahaha~" Shar laughed so much that tears came out.

Although I don't understand where this is the wild history, the strange "ditch literature", but Aaron's whispers cancel out the effect of the "Ciri Sutra", Shar is not controlled by the Ciri Sutra, just the opposite, the Night Lady looks at the words of the Ciri Sutra, and Aaron's words will automatically pop up in her head.

Ditch.

Ciric has sold ditches.

Ciric won twelve years of education by selling ditches, was adopted by selling ditches, and became gods by selling ditches.

And, it seems to make sense?

Otherwise, why did he survive from Santil Fort? Why was it adopted and got the best education? Why is it so favored by AO? Why did you drift away from Midnight and be disgusted by the team members? Especially Cranvo, a model of goodness, who can't get along with him at all?

Because he sells ditches!

"Puff ha

Is this what you use to fight the Shri Sutra? Aaron, my brother?

This will dig out the foundations of Ciric's faith! Once this kind of ditch literature is used to oppose the Ciri Sutra, Shirek's divine design will be irreparable, and he will really become the god of the ditch!

It's good, it's vicious, it's vile enough, I like it!

He is worthy of the man I fancied!

Seeing this, Shar was about to stretch out his hand to the Shri Sutra.

However, at this moment, something changed in the noisy tunnel, and the flame of the candlestick that Maiske had fallen to the ground began to unstable!

Oops!

The face of the goddess of the night changed suddenly.

Because of Mesk's delirium, his divine power has declined, and his seal on the Chaos Demon Dog Kozf has weakened!

Kozv is getting out of trouble!

Shar was also reluctant to fight against Kozf, he was not willing to lose a hand like Tyr, and the goddess of the night instinctively reached out to the Ciri Sutra, but the artifact immediately threatened to bite him and force Shar to withdraw his hand.

He couldn't control the artifact of the Ciri Sutra for the time being.

Then I can't come for nothing!

The wheel blade struck, and the Night Disc cut a large hole in Meske's chest, and the blood of the gods splashed, and Shar directly poached the [Conspiracy] priesthood from Meske's body, and while Kozv was still out of trouble, the goddess of the night floated away.

If you get it, you earn it!

[Conspiracy] belongs to me, and the rest of the matter can be solved slowly by yourselves!

"Giggles~" The twisted and vicious laughter echoed in the noisy tunnel, and the resonance of countless evil things formed a gorgeous music~

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