The moment Shar disappeared, the candle flame on the ground of the noisy tunnel burst violently.

With a roar of pain, the candle rose in a puff of smoke, and the swaying cloud of smoke soon condensed into a more concrete shape—a mastiff, almost as large as a horse, covered in a layer of wriggling maggots.

"Free!" Kozf howled, "Freedom! ”

The rancid gas that erupted from the Chaos Dog's mouth extinguished all flames in the space, saliva dripping from his dangling, tattered tongue, leaving a small corroded hole in the pebbles at his feet.

Kozv crouched on the ground at the same time he saw Mesk, and then leaped forward.

The Chaos Dog's drooling teeth nearly bit Maxke, ripping a near-death roar from the throat of the god of thieves.

Marvel erupted in terrifying panic as he spun and flickered, dodging Kozf's flutter with a standard sliding shovel, and two daggers slicing through Kozf's belly through the Chaos Dog's belly.

However, in the next scene, the god of thieves frightened the soul.

There was no blood in the stomach of the Chaos Demon Dog, but thousands of dense maggots!

As the stomach was sliced open, the maggots that erupted from Kozv's stomach swarmed up and surrounded Meske in dense form, eating Maiske's flesh, sucking the blood of the gods that Maisk had been attacked by Shar, and then returning to the demon dog.

Well-fed maggots wriggled and crawled on Kozf's rotting body, making him look much fuller.

The Chaos Dog had been hungry for too many centuries, and arched itself as soon as it tasted its delicious flesh.

"Maiske!" Kozv laughed with joy: "What a coincidence? ”

"Uh-huh-ah-ah~" Mess screamed and ran for his life, the god of thieves knew that no matter what, all he had to do now was to get out of here!

"So that's your trick? Ha! Kozf snorted, "Grab me and put me in your neighbor's backyard—and then you can steal it through the back door, no doubt." ”

Kozv turned, "I'll fill my stomach in the realm and eat the souls of the gods, but I'll be the first to eat you, Meske!" The Chaos Demon Dog galloped in, paw prints in the trail of burning saliva behind him.

"Ahhhh

This revenge is tied to death.

Only the trembling Ciric Sutra is left in the shadow of the noisy empty tunnel, telling the story of the divine nature of Ciric.

…………

The mantra lasso is activated!

The Book of Herbs has been published, and Aaron's ditch literature has broken it!

Shar told Aaron that he was pleased with his work.

The City of Discord will not hold on.

Everything is planned.

Aaron stared at the fortress of bones in the distance, the throne of Hades.

"Keep attacking!"

City of Strife, Fortress of Bones.

The battle continues.

Ciric retreated to the agate slab that served as the gate to the castle of bones, and he leaned his back against the stone wall, wielding the Scourge vigorously. The dagger slashed a path of blood through the hordes of Chaos Warriors, but could not get any energy from it, and even with such a massacre, the Divine Scourge was still as pale as a faded skeleton, and the voice that sounded in the Grim Reaper's head was still faint and hoarse. This is undoubtedly Mistra's masterpiece, and it was the slut who used some means to hinder the Divine Disaster from digesting and swallowing the soul.

Remembering the goddess, Sirik began to curse, and his sword once again split the face of a dreaded hound in half.

The walls of Diamond have fallen, the guards of Hades have been driven from their posts by their ghostly foes, and the murderous men of the Grim Reaper have struggled in fear in the face of the plague of Nurgle.

The people of Hades huddled in every corner, hidden beneath anything that could provide them with shelter, and that didn't make them feel much better, and the rain summoned by Nurgle's Great Demon Rotgoth-Father Rain crept into their minds, taking courage away from their corrupted hearts.

"Your Majesty! Hades is at stake! Jecob said, and came to Ciric. A Tzeentch struck him, six waves of flame in quick succession, the steward unopened his cloak and swept it away, Tzeentch's soul gasped for a short breath before melting in Jaeger's palm.

"I know!!" Ciric snapped, "Someone must have masterminded this conspiracy!" Mystra! Ogma! Tyr! Don't they, hypocrites, know that the destruction of Hades also means the fall of the walls of the souls of the kingdom? Why didn't anyone come to help me, and why??? ”

The Prince of Lies stretched out his left hand, his fingers spread, and a gust of wind suddenly blew through the forecourt of the castle, and the flesh of both armies was annihilated by the wind, and one of the armored warriors of the sadistic warriors who had been directing the battle on the walls caused him to fall backwards and fall into the river of fear.

The cold wind of Hades swept his soul out of the armor along the gaps in the helmet, piece by piece.

The Lord of Hades instantly killed an army of 500 Warriors of Torture.

However, this is not what Jaeger wants, Jaeger wants the Lord of Hades to fight.

Ciric leaned against the door, casting this powerful spell that made him feel weak. He had no doubt that the war was going according to the plans of Mystra and the others, and that Fort Santil had failed—and at a time when he needed their faith most to drive those damned creatures out of the gates of the castle of bones.

Today, the believers of all classes in Shirek's other churches are tugging at his thoughts, and their requests for help and guidance may lead the Grim Reaper's already shattered consciousness away from the City of Strife, but ignoring their prayers may be risking losing that faith.

As the abusive army retreated, the battle quickly fermented, filling the vestibule once more. Ciric's men didn't brace themselves when they saw their master, and they stumbled over the windswept bones of their companions and stumbled toward Ciric.

"Save us, great master!" They shouted, "The enemy's rain is wandering through the city!" Our walls are coming down! ”

And the "Ciri Sutra", which was pinned on by Ciric, his doppelganger did not dare to go over at all.

Because Kozf, the Chaos Dog, is wandering through the noisy tunnels.

A strong sense of frustration welled up in Ciric's heart.

"Ah," Shirek muttered to himself, "the gods have now revealed their true natures and made a deal with Kozf. He suddenly cried out in anger, "They wear the mask of purity and honor, but behind them are the faces of killers!" ”

"Your Majesty, this is your choice." Jaeger whispered, "I have a lot of respect for you, but you must fight to save Hades, please." ”

These comforting words did not reach Ciric's mind, and his mind was controlled by a storm of rage, moving from one consciousness to another, distracting them from their truly important tasks.

Bloody revenge was the only thing Shirek could think of, Mystra and Mesk, Tom and Ogma, and they would all end up on their knees before him. He would have the Council of the Gods resist them, humiliate them, strip them of their priesthood—and then He would kill them one by one......

Just as the Prince of Lies was immersed in the imagination of this vengeance, the crystal floor began to crack, and the walls of bones began to tremble and shake.

The Great Demon of Sadism is pounding on the palace gates!

"Your Majesty, you must turn your attention back to the homeland," Jecob pleaded, "and you must spare a shred of your strength to stabilize the castle, or it will be too late!" ”

Jaeger finally looked anxious.

However, it was this look that caused him to arouse Ciric's suspicions even deeper.

"Perhaps you can explain to me the rebellion in the court, Jecob," said Ciric. He turned, grabbing the steward's face, "What good did Mystra give you—could it be a new title?" Do you want to be a new god? ”

"Of course not, Your Majesty," Jerk freed himself from Ciric's grasp, "I exist to serve the master of the Castle of Bones. ”

"Ah, I see!" An ominous clarity flashed in Ciric's eyes, and the room stopped shaking. "If you want to serve anyone who sits on this throne, you are not just faithful to me," He grinned, "for you are a traitor!" You've rebelled again! ”

With that, Ciric lifted the Divine Scourge Sword, and under the strange blade, the Yaeg mummy trembled.

Baal fell under the Scourge Sword, and Layla also fell under the Scourge Sword.

The dagger glowed sickly in the flames of the soul, and the skeletal pale turned into the darkness of the shadows of twilight.

When Ciric raised his sword and was about to kill the traitor, the Divine Calamity Sword let out a painful cry: "No! Master, no! You can't kill your only faithful servant, no! ”

"What?" Ciric was stunned by the words of the Divine Sword, and the Lord of Hades screamed and roared, "What is the only loyal servant?!" Translate for me, what does it mean to be one, to be faithful, to be a servant? What TMD, called, the only faithful servant!! ”

"There are traitors on your side." Calamity pleaded bitterly for Ciric's forgiveness: "But not Jegger, not Him, but ...... I! ”

The Prince of Lies stared at the dagger and flipped it over and over again, examining it from different angles.

"What are you hiding from me, Scourge?"

He said slowly and in a low voice, "The identity of a traitor? ”

"Yes." The Sword Spirit replied, her voice becoming more masculine, slimy and hoarse, "I only now understand what a mistake this was, but I did help the other gods plot against you, I'm sorry, Lord of Murder, my master!" ”

"Impossible!" "I broke your will after I took you away from the Black Oak, I was a mortal at the time, but I defeated you in a spiritual confrontation, you can't betray me." ”

"You've never beaten me until then." The Divine Plague said with shame: "Because I am Maisk, I have become a sword, my majesty. ”

Ciric looked stunned.

Fake, fake again.

I have been deceived, I have been deceived, I have been deceived, the king of the three crowns, the supreme divine power of the kingdom, the only omniscient and all-powerful true god in the multiverse?

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph~ Ahh!!h

Ciric's roar of pain echoed throughout the City of Distortion.

"Liar! Swindler!!! Ciric raised the Scourge Sword into the air, resting one hand on the tip of the sword and the other on the hilt.

Musk realized what Ciric was trying to do, and the god of thieves screamed, "No! Don't, don't! In that case......"

Click.

The more the enemy stops me, the more I do the right thing.

Ciric doesn't trust anyone anymore.

With a scream of rage, he broke the Catastrophe into two parts.

A blue-white ball of light emerged from the break in the dagger, and the light swirled in front of Ciric like an elven fire, dancing along the edge of the blade, but in a moment it swelled, filling the entire throne room with its brilliance; The explosion crushed the loot of the Grim Reaper, as well as the throne built from the misguided martyrs.

"I'm sorry, master!" Maske's trembling voice was full of remorse: "I should have told you earlier!" If I had read the Shri earlier and realized your greatness before it was too late, I should never have deceived you! ”

"But ......" the god of thieves knelt on his knees and held his head: "I hid Cranvo, and I hid it in the sword." ”

The Sword of the Scourge shattered, and with it, Maxker's incarnation was destroyed, and the God of Thieves dissipated in pain in place, begging for Shiric's forgiveness before turning into smoke.

The shattered fragments of the Scourge Sword completely shredded Ciric's sanity, and the god of Hades completely lost his grip on Hades, and after the loss of the Scourge Sword, all the undead kings, every army of Hades, and his most loyal servant, Jager, no longer feared Ciric's power.

We're the opposite!

"Gross!"

Countless voices in Ciric's heart cried out for their displeasure and their anger. The Prince of Lies stared at his shadow in distraction, trying to make sense of all this weirdness, but he couldn't; There are so many things that tear His mind apart, consume His attention, and get out of His control.

The Prince of Lies vomited on his knees, and the third crown, the crown of the Lord of Hades, spat out of His mouth, and he reached out in vain, but could not grasp the crown that belonged to him.

Opposite him, the spirit of a tall, middle-aged warrior appeared in front of Ciric.

He had long jet-black hair and two handfuls of stubble around his lips, and he was tall and wore a pair of cheap tall leather boots, rough trousers, a sleeveless white tunic and a brown cloak.

He is not handsome, his face is full of vicissitudes, his facial contours are very stiff, and his eyes contain primitive bestiality, he used to be a beast, as long as he makes kind and selfless actions, he will temporarily lose his mind and become a bloodthirsty cheetah, he will always carry the weight forward, and try to use all his good deeds to make up for his crimes when he lost his reason.

Some people may think that he is very handsome, such as Midnight, a beautiful little mage from the deep valley.

Others feel that this face is the symbol of the most disgusting, despicable, lowly and wild species in the country, such as Shirek from Santilburg.

When he saw this face, Ciric's breath was suffocated, and it was obvious that he was a powerful god, but the Prince of Lies looked terrified, especially when he saw the crown of Hades fall into his hands.

A look of fear lingered on Ciric's face for a moment, and the Prince of Lies sneered.

"Cranvo, are you here to die?"

"It's time, Ciric." Cranvo, who had only his soul left, said in a deep voice: "I'm here for revenge, you black-hearted bastard!" ”

(End of chapter)