PS: I'm sorry, the Son of Heaven suddenly received a recruitment message from the Super Earth Truth Department in the middle of the code code yesterday, and became a Jedi Diver to fight to protect the Super Earth, so the pigeon was a day, which is a force majeure factor.

Elistra will take the initiative to help Aaron beyond Aaron's expectations, it seems that the Dark Girl's sense of autonomy is very clear, for Ciric's behavior, even if there is no direct conflict between the two sides, Elistra still looks at Ciric very unhappy, must let him taste his anger.

The good news is that Aaron can be sure that Elystry has indeed pinned all her hopes on him, and that the Dark Maiden undoubtedly sees Aaron as her own.

The bad news is that the goddess is prone to acting impulsively or on her own, and she will do it whenever she feels she should do it.

He really can't fight Rose.

"Leila, we know each other." Elistra didn't realize that countless chaotic thoughts flashed in Aaron's heart, and the dark girl noticed the crown in Aaron's hand and sighed slightly: "Leila, she's a ...... The more detached one, she frequently changed her form, her faction, and wanted to cover the earth with mist, hiding everything in the illusion, except that he had no enemies except for a bad relationship with Ogma, but also had no friends, and no one even knew that he had fallen. ”

"Layla was tricked into the Tunnel of Madness by Shirek." Aaron holds the crown of the Phantom Goddess: "There, Ciric used the Scourge Sword to kill Lyra and take away his crown. ”

"Is Ciric dead?" When Elise found that the black fire had been consumed, the figure of the Prince of Lies disappeared completely, and she pulled her damaged silver hair back to its original bright shine, and asked like a curious baby with her large, pure and flawless eyes.

"No, with my current strength, it's not enough to kill a powerful divine power with one blow." Aaron flipped Draconion in his hand: "Actually, if it weren't for your help, I might have cut through Shirek's shield at most, and let him break his skin...... He is a scourge, a plague, and He will return. ”

Elistra hung her head in disappointment, her big bright eyes dimmed, but they quickly became brighter, and she gently tugged at Aaron's sleeve, "I see that you know Ciric very well...... You're going to end Him, right? Tell me yes! ”

Aaron smiled when he heard this.

He knew Cirek well not because of anything else, but because the few things he knew about the kingdom came from this mad god, and that Shirek borrowed a lot of Tzeentch's power in the creation of the Ciri Sutra.

"Yes, I will put an end to Him, but unfortunately not now." Aaron gripped Lyra's crown as he removed the fragment of Bane's crown.

Aaron's current 2.5 crowns are Bane's 0.5 crowns (lacking the strife crown of [Fear] and [Hate]), Lyra's 1 crown, and the currently scheduled 1 crown of Baal Kill.

The Pantheon still had doubts about whether to give Baal's crown to Aaron, who might not be able to get a majority of the support in the High Council.

So Aaron gave [the conspiracy] to Shar.

Giving [conspiracy] to Shar is tantamount to quenching her thirst, this priesthood will make Shar stronger, and will make the final battle in the future battle for heaven more difficult for Shar to deal with, and it is undoubtedly the act of the enemy.

But without Shar's support, Aaron is not sure that he will get [Kill], and Shar promises to persuade Talos that with two more votes from Talos and Shar, the High God Council will be stable.

"You go back to the Pantheon first." Aaron said to Elistra, "I'll take care of mortal matters. ”

"No, I'm going to stay here." Elistry stared at the kingdom of Hades, "I want to witness the birth of a new king of Hades. ”

"Without the King of Hades, the mortal world will be in chaos." Aaron nodded slowly.

…………

Mansu slammed to the ground.

The air in his lungs felt like it was about to explode, and his weight snapped the arrow, and the cold, sharp pain spread from the shaft of the arrow, as if searching for a thread to cut off his life.

Mansu's shoulders began to spasm, and his fingers gradually slipped from his blood-stained neck.

The streets began to blur, the gravel path beneath him swayed like a hammock, the Raven Fortress had been breached by the Chaos Demons, and now, the wanderer Scarbrand was slaughtering along the way.

The Archdemon of Sadism is not afraid of any magic at all, and the magic that the Lord of the Santarin Guild is most proud of cannot stop Scarbrand, Tzeentch Archdemon Sassolel countered the magic circle of the Raven Fortress, and the Negro Demon Pus Keeper poured the soup juice directly into the Raven Fortress, breaking the iron gates, corroding the foundation, and turning the tower into a living mass of twisted giants mixed with the rotting soldiers.

The Nurgle Runner Cannon rotates and reloads in the hands of the giant, and a row of soldiers with one cannon after another, rotting, shattering, and breaking in two, but it is immortal, and under the action of the gravy, it synthesizes new Nurgle creatures.

It's good to not die or live~

The Nurgle Spirits said cheerfully.

Mansu propped himself up with trembling hands and knees, moving unusually slowly.

He felt the Warrior's spear pierce his robes and nail into his chest, causing him to fall backwards, arms scratching weakly at the air.

There he lay there, blood soaking through his tunics, and Mansu knew that Tzeentch's pink lightning had broken at least three of his ribs and pierced his heart, but he was still alive, his soul refusing to abandon the tormented mortal body.

And the truth is that Mansu's soul has nowhere to go.

The kingdom of the dead is without a lord, and the city of strife has lost its rule. With the defeat of Ciric, all mortals of Ferron transcended the brutal grip of death; For some, it's an unparalleled blessing, and for most, it's an incredible nightmare.

In the Enook Desert, a young Cormier messenger uses his hands and feet to traverse a terrifying area known as the "Mirror of Ata".

Her camel had died a few days earlier, and her drinking water had run out, and she had finally lost the last shred of her resolve as she collapsed on a stone shiny by the rubbing of the wind.

The vultures had been her only companions for the past day, and they had circled lower and lower, and the Courier had hoped that the Grim Reaper would take her away before the scavenging birds could pick up her parched flesh, but many days had passed, and she was still alive.

In Zambia, the famous merchant Kroenke was very ill, his bed was carved from the finest zult teak, and the thin curtains were sewn from imported silk from the Xianglong Empire, and the blanket on his body alone was enough to keep a poor family through the winter.

Still, the fortune didn't keep him healthy - even as he spent his life consuming potions, ointments, and potions, he used more than one invocation to prolong his life.

There are many people who want him to die.

He had been battling the disease-eating disease for years, and he had clinged to every minute like any miser, but now, at the age of one hundred and seventeen, Kroenke had come to the end of his life in every sense of the word.

The big merchant smiled wryly and realized that there was no point in continuing to live, he took the poison from the bedside, and swallowed the toxin reluctantly, the disgusting sweet smell burned through his throat, and the burning sensation spread from the stomach pouch to his chest, relieving the pain for a moment, and then the toxin pressed against his lungs, squeezing out all the remaining air inside.

This should be over soon, he reminded himself, but he was wrong.

The poison burned through his lungs, burned his stomach, sickened his liver, spasmed his intestines, his body convulsed from the toxin, but it restarted again and again, and the great merchant died again and again, but never had peace.

In the city of Morsoblay in the Dark Regions, a Sworn Drow man of Elistra lies on his back and is tied to a table.

The skin on his right hand was gone, and they had been expertly peeled from his fingers, still retaining their original shape—a monstrous bloody glove.

Other cruel tactics were also applied to the man, and the mere loss of blood was enough to kill him, but for some strange reason, life remained dead on him.

His tormentor, a female Drow from the Banri family in Morsoblay, thought she was too experienced to inflict pain and would be surprised by anything else, but as she warmed the needle in her hand, she was amazed at the excitement that this unusual victim had brought to her.

Wow, this guy isn't dead yet!

"A gift from the gods." Drow whispered contentedly: "The spider queen is on top~"

Similar plots continue to play out in the kingdom.

In Hades, Cranvo stands on the diamond wall next to the castle of bones, and Jaeger stands next to him.

The tyrant was overthrown, and the assault was over, when there were suddenly hundreds or even thousands of undead kings in Hades than Aaron had attacked the City of Discord, and a deafening roar rang out among them, and the crowd raised spears and clubs to the sky, chanting Kranvo's name.

"The gods are waiting for you in the pantheon, sir." Jaeger whispered in Kranvo's ear, "We must hurry up, without the Lord of Hades, the souls of the mortal kingdom have nowhere to go, and without the king of killing, the dying of the mortal kingdom cannot escape their suffering." ”

"Why are things always so bad in the kingdom?" Cranvo couldn't help but scold: "What do the gods know how to do besides watching a play? Why should they appoint me as the King of Hades? ”

"Kings, demons, and soldiers from Hades, please listen to me!" Cranvo-Linesban ignored Jaeger's admonitions: "Shirek can no longer rule this kingdom, I, Cranvo-Linesban, declare to you as an undead that Hades belongs to everyone in Hades, and Hades belongs to all of them!" ”

"There will be no more painful torture, from today onwards, Ciric's law is over!"

"Fairness, justice, freedom, democracy!" Klanwo roared: A new era has come!

"Prosperity, Freedom, Democris!!!"

The crowd began to shout in unison, as if some kind of prayer, and soon, even the demons joined the ensemble in their gruff voices.

Voices echoed through the realm of the dead, until the unbelievers on the wall also stopped weeping and called out together.

Cranvo threw the Scourge Sword into the River Styx: "From today onwards, the era of tyranny in Hades is over! ”

A sudden flood of energy swept towards Kranvo, and he shivered, cold, surging pulses filled his body, stretching his mind to the limit, across the other.

The entire realm of the dead spread out in his consciousness like a map on the table, every burning building, every ruined street, every detail of the ravaged city before his eyes.

He felt the flames and bursts, the faint discomfort irritating his nerves, and as Chaos returned to the subspace, he felt the chill leave, the smell of the swamp, the faint smell of sulfur in the air, and the pervasive smell of fear, and Aaron and Elisetrid standing beyond Hades......

The nectar of divinity enveloped Kranvo's body, and the light of the pole star came, and all things were reduced to nothingness, surrounded by endless stars.

[Then this is the decision of Hades.] The unique star Brahma voice of the god AO sounded: [On the day of the defeat of Ciric, Kranvo, the whole of Hades is echoing with your name. 】

[Kranvo, I'm glad you can come back and become the embodiment of rebellion. 】

[You must remember that the Grim Reaper has always ruled Hades with wisdom and strength. 】

I also believe that you will be cautious in using your great powers. 】

[But the real victory is to be a good god of death and fulfill your duty, so that every soul in the country has a suitable place to go.] 】

[The new King of Hades - Cranvo-Linesban!] 】

Kranvo's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the ultimate deep space of the cosmic crystal wall system and the endless waves of the Phlogiston Sea, in which he saw hope and a desire for salvation.

He could feel the silent prayers of each demon and the ghost, which gave him the strength to fulfill his countless dreams.

A new Lord of Hades was born.

"You must need my help, master." Jaeger bowed to Cranvo silently, "Do you need me to guide you on what to do?" ”

"Immensely needed!" Kranwo nodded heavily.

An imperceptible smile skimmed over Jaeger's mummified face, and the Grand Governor of Hades immediately began to deal with the whereabouts of the souls of the kingdom while he continued to ask, "Do you welcome any guests who want to see you?" ”

"I know what a strange combination of the Electors of Suren and Elise Triad who can summon an army of demons." Klanvo frowned and gestured, "Open the door!" ”

The light of the Golden Law and the dark light of the night sky shone at the same time, and Aaron and Elise entered together.

"You'd better tell me that you're done with Ciric, or we'll be enemies." Kranvo naturally doesn't have a good attitude towards Aaron.

"Your personal feud with Ciric naturally won't include you, Lord of Hades, and the only thing I can say is that, like you, I hate Cirek terribly." Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"In that case, Your Excellency, we are at peace." Cranvo immediately gave Aaron a warm hug.

As long as you hate Cirek as much as I do, we're friends!

The two hands were deeply clasped together, and Kranvo still felt that it was not enough, and pressed the remaining hand on Aaron's hand: "Why didn't you pierce Shirek's heart with a sword?" ”

"I would love to, my dear Lord of Hades." Aaron smiled: "It's a pity that I'm not a god yet, and I lack the strength to kill Him with one blow." ”

"It's okay, next time we'll be together."

Jaeger next to him asked the painter of Hades to sketch on the spot and recorded this moment.

The Meeting between the Lord of Samsara and the King of Hades

Updated, ask for a ticket duck~