After 10 years of captivity by Maiske, Cranvo still maintained his zeal, apparently not yet accustomed to being a god, and the two of them came to the Diamond Wall, looking down on the thousands of undead in Hades groveling to their new masters.

Aaron was amazed at the power of Hades, apparently because of Ciric's madness, most of the undead in Hades were unwilling to fight for Ciric, otherwise the 180,000 Chaos army he recruited would not have been able to break through the walls so quickly.

"For the past 10 years, I've been trapped in the Scourge Sword by Mesk." Cranvo and Aaron introduced, "Whatever your motives, from an objective point of view, you saved me, and I want to thank you."

"It's not me who you should be thankful for."

Aaron looked at Jaeger, who stood behind Cranvo, who seemed to be a humble servant and harmless to humans and animals, "It's him."

Kranvo's pupils contracted slightly, and the new Reaper immediately turned around.

All he saw was a groveling, lowly Jeeger: "It is Hades that has chosen you, noble Majesty, Your Majesty Cranvo, and we lowly servants are like stars around the sun."

"I don't know better than anyone how to be a god." Cranvo said with a little frustration, "I need your help, Jaeger, and I hope that our relationship can remain harmonious."

"As you wish, my majesty." Jaeger continued to bend down, and He showed a cold obedience: "We have a new guest."

"Do you need me to deal with it, my lord?"

"What to deal with?"

"The Pantheon is visiting." Jerk calmly replied, "Do you want me to open the door for the gods?"

Kranwo nodded, and the mysterious steward vanished, reappearing in front of the massive gates of the City of Discord in an instant.

Kranvo could feel Jecob's movements, he touched the door of terror gently, the hearts of the cowards trembling from their previous horrific actions, and there was little to stop the passage of one god, let alone three.

But now, their mission is accomplished. At the silent request of Jerk, the door was opened.

A great blue-and-white phoenix swept over the city, it was Mystra, and the light of magic rained down from her, dispelling the darkness and despair that lurked in every corner of the ruined city, and the breeze that accompanied her blew out the flames that still burned in the city, and her loud laughter made the cruel things that preyed on the souls shrink into the cavern.

Thom and Ogma followed behind Mystra, their bodies shining with a light that no one dared to look at. Their walk left a sparkling fire over the cemetery.

When the three gods only stopped in the abandoned atrium of the Castle of Bones, the two flames still lingered in the air of the realm of the dead, like a pair of flags celebrating the defeat of Ciric.

Cranvo leapt from the rampart and came to Mystra, who looked almost exactly as she remembered - slender and elegant, with long black hair hanging down from her shoulders and a smile on her plump lips. Only her eyes changed, they were blue and white, flashing with the power of the magic web.

"Midnight ......" Cranvo looked at his lover affectionately.

The goddess of magic ...... looked at Kranvo, who was already dead.

Aaron and Elistra moved out of the way.

"Why don't you become the Grim Reaper?" Elistra was still wrestling with the question, "As long as you become the god of death, you are a powerful god, and this will give us the greatest advantage in the war against our mother."

"My path is not the way of death that Jaeger wants." Aaron pouted at the Yaeg mummy, "Do you think that Hades chose Cranvo?"

"Isn't it?" Elisetsu's eyes widened, "Hades abandoned Ciric in favor of Cranvo."

"No, it was Jaeger who abandoned Ciric in favor of Cranvo." Aaron said meaningfully, "Actually, there is only one decisive factor in who will be the king of Hades."

"It's the mummy."

After this battle, Aaron

I totally understood.

Previously, Shirek was able to sit firmly as the king of Hades, completely because Shirek controlled the killing priesthood, and there was a catastrophe sword that could kill Jaeg, so Jaeg always stood still, waiting for an opportunity.

Until the moment when Ciric was stripped of his killing priesthood and broke the Scourge Sword himself, Ciric no longer posed a threat to Jaeg, so the ancient Reaper began his own operation: deposing Shirek and supporting Cranvo.

And after Shar was given the conspiracy priesthood, he also told Aaron a crucial piece of information.

"Actually, the *** of Hades is always in the hands of Jaeger, he can give it to whomever he wants, Jeeg is the first to realize the danger of the [deceased] priesthood, so he took the initiative to give up the position of the god of death and turned to control everything behind the scenes."

Jaeger only lent this position to someone who was destined to sit down, and he was the real landlord of Hades.

While he was still thinking, Thom came to Aaron's face, and the god of loyalty and courage said with a stiff expression, "Introduce yourself, I'm Tom, and the Pantheon is deliberating about granting you a killing crown, can you come with me?"

"Of course I'm going to the Pantheon." Aaron saluted Thom, "But I think it's strange why Kranvo can become the King of Hades directly, and I have to get the Killing Crown with the consent of the High God Council?"

"Only Ao can bestow a mortal priesthood, and when Ao is away, the Council of High Gods will act in Ao's name." Thom said stiffly, "We can't disobey Ao's will, but in your affairs, it still needs to be decided by the High God Council."

"Good." Aaron closed his eyes and signaled that he had nothing more to say.

"There's one more thing we want to know from you." Thom continued, "About the book."

"The Chronicle of the Prophet!" Aaron smiled.

The parties agreed on this.

"But before we do, let's enjoy the peace for a while." Thom smiled and signaled Aaron not to be in such a hurry, and the God of Duty took out a bottle of Angelic Wine from Heaven Mountain and handed it to Aaron, "Thank you, Aaron! On behalf of the Three Righteous Gods and all souls of the entire kingdom, I thank you!"

A solemn carol flowed above the diamond walls and across the waters of the River of Dread, and Jerk appeared beside Keranvo, almost as if he had been brought to the castle by the mournful song.

The shadowy steward held a blank parchment scroll in his hands and gloves, and before Jecob could speak, Kranvo knew it was time for him to take on the duty of judging the dead.

Soldiers, mercenaries, and ailing aged merchants—hypocrites and unbelievers have come to the realm of the dead to hear the verdict on their fate.

As the first ghost shuffled into the courtyard, Kranvo's gaze turned to the decaying castle of bones, and in a flash of thought, he transformed the twisted tower into a beautiful crystal spire, perfect for a Grim Reaper who didn't want to hide anything from his worshippers.

From this day on, the court of Kranvo began to shine in the clear, shining walls, becoming a symbol of law and mercy on the plains of Hades. All who see this minaret will understand that justice has finally come to the kingdom of the dead.

…………

Pantheon, Polestar Tent.

Eleven High Gods gathered in the Polestar Tent.

The War King Tampas appears first, followed by the new god of death Cranvo and his lover Mistra, the third goddess of magic, and the couple who have reunited after 10 years are now tasting the joy of Xiao Biesheng's new marriage, but compared to the sweet face of Mystra, Cranvo has a sad face - from the moment he becomes the king of Hades, he needs to juggle the trials of hundreds of undead courts at the same time, which makes it difficult for Cranvo to concentrate.

The underworld is a worker, it's hard, especially Klanwo is still a very responsible guy.

Then came Talos, the Stormlord and Shar, the goddess of the night, who ruled over the lost and all that people did not dare to do in the open, for whom Aaron looked forward to their support.

Chettia, the goddess of the harvest, and his companion, the Dawn King, Losanda, are one

The golden light descended.

And the goddess of love, Shani, who cannot match all the beauty in the world, appears in a flame as red as her hair.

Sivannas, the god of all trees and the father of nature, appeared with the scholar Ogmar, the god of wisdom.

In the end, Tyr, who is still blindless, presides over the Council of the High Gods, and he will cast a crucial vote.

One reason why the resurrected Bane did not appear at the High God Council was because Bane's strength had not fully recovered, and even as long as Bane did not regain [Strife] from Aaron's body for a day, he would never be able to regain his powerful divine power.

Second, Bane's understanding of the existing priesthood [fear] and [hatred] is not as good as that of a kobold god sitting on a brass throne, and the two sides competed, Bane was unfortunately defeated, and finally the god of tyranny's divine power stabilized at the peak of medium divine power.

And the position that belonged to Shirek also became Cranvo's.

After losing four crowns in a row, Ciric's strength has dropped to medium divine power, but even if Ciric still has strong divine power, the King of Lies will never participate in this kind of high god council.

Now Ciric has turned into a frightened bird after being seriously injured.

There are always people who want to harm me.

The gods are waiting in the Polestar tent, and they will make the final judgment on this great battle that starts from the Sea of the Moon and goes all the way to the Endless Wilderness, the City of Strife, the Kingdom of Hades, and the Noisy Empty Tunnel, defeating two powerful powers, and causing Sam to become the god of the moment for 1 hour and 22 minutes, and the unlucky Maiske to lose his priesthood.

Do you award [killing] to a spicy man?

single-handedly stirred up the entire kingdom and changed history.

Aaron Salian.

The Council of the High Gods called again, and after determining that only 11 High Gods were in place, Tyr began to scan the tent.

Tampas reluctantly lowers his binoculars amid Till's vacant gaze, Shanny reluctantly takes her eyes off the mirror, Talos still tearing at the edges of the parchment, and Thal playing with her new toy.

Everything fell silent, and only the crisp sound of leather boots stomping on the ground could be heard in the ears of many powerful gods in the Pantheon.

Aaron showed up.

"The Anointed One has appeared." Tyr cleared his throat, and the God of Justice pointed at Aaron with the stump, "Ladies and gentlemen, please cast your precious vote."

"Do you accept Aaron Salian as the new King of Slaughter?"

…………

In the heart of the tumultuous tunnel, in a tunnel abandoned by hope, Ciric wakes up.

The lamentations, desperate cries, and heartbreaking whimperes of all mortals in the kingdom will eventually come to this lonely place.

The wind blows through the endless labyrinth, distorting the sounds of grief and blending them into a quirky symphony that composes crazy chords.

Ciric got up from the smooth floor, and he realized that there was a shadow—his own shadow—following him.

It is darker than the gloomy surroundings, mimicking the actions of fallen gods, but without the same appearance as Him.

Draconion left the mark of the Primordial Demon on Ciric's body, and the scars on his face and abdomen were so deep that no amount of magic could be restored.

The wound was bleeding all the time.

However, the shadow is unaffected by these imperfections, and its contours are smooth and perfect.

In the overgrown garden inside Ciric, the shadow voice whispered comfort—at least, the gentle words did seem to come from the black shape behind him, and the chatter of the believers and the countless cold and sharp complaints of the ego made it difficult for Ciric to acknowledge.

Before he could think further about the idea, another thought that crossed his mind led him to something more important.

There is also a new kingdom to be built.

After all, Shirek is still a god – the god of lies and trickery, the king of murder.

That being the case, He deserves a proper palace to accommodate him

Believers, and a treasure trove to store loot after defeating Mystra and the Council of the Gods.

With a wave of Ciric's rotting hand, a fortress began to take shape in the roaring darkness. However, as soon as the foundation appeared in the tunnel, the shape of the fortress changed to accommodate Ciric's changing wishes as the first black stone blocks were built. The castle became a lonely tower, towering and twisted, and eventually, it took the shape of a crystal pyramid.

This is where the Lord of Lies can plot revenge against the traitors who usurped the City of the Dead.

However, when the flattering voice in Ciric's head reminds him that Mistra had only followed his instructions to start a revolution in the City of Strife, even the pyramids disappeared.

He no longer had to waste time judging damned souls, listening to their twisted excuses, inflicting the punishment of weakness that God had no gift for cruelty had ordained so many years ago.

No, it was Ciric who forced them to take over that disgusting place, it was he who put the title of Grim Reaper around the necks of others like a strong shackle.

The Pantheon is a group of golems who play the role that Ciric has arranged for them, as usual.

"Who are you?" Ciric asked the flattering voice.

Then he realized that he didn't know when this voice had been around for a long time.

"Strictly speaking, I may not be meaningful to any life, or I am the most important being in the multiverse, and who I am is not important to you, or I am important, and I have something that you may or may not need."

"Who understands what you say!" Cirek roared, "Who are you? Why is it in my mind?"

"Oh roar roar roar roar~ So the gods of the kingdom and the heavens are nothing more than that, their brain structure is too simple, so that they all live like mortals, and they can't even think about the slightest bit of complicated things~"

"What can the God of Knowledge understand? Wait, what is understanding, did this knowledge really exist? What is knowledge and how should knowledge be defined? Is it time or matter that defines knowledge? Or is it just a motive that exists in the emotion?" The flattering voice said with a dry smile, "The only thing I know for sure is that, putting aside the conspiracy and ignoring the illusion, the only thing I can believe is ...... You're a loser, hahahahahaha~ You're an out-and-out loser!"

"However, change is a good thing, and who can define failure? Who can win all the time? What kind of failure is it?"

"Roar, roar, roar~" laughed wildly: "Maybe, maybe, probably, almost, you need my help?" I'd love to see that scene in your head."

"You just need to do a little bit of work - let us in."

In the center of the noisy tunnel, abandoned by hope, Ciric began to laugh.

The world is doomed, but it continues to function.

"Just what I want."

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