The sky is full of dark clouds at the end of winter, and it seems that winter is about to be sent away, but there seems to be an amazing snow brewing in the sky.

Under the oppressive dark clouds, in the square in front of the royal palace, the spectators who were forced to participate in the Flame of Life Ceremony either shivered, or glared angrily at the royal guards and mages present, and of course, there were no lack of cases of the last shred of luck for Master Yatwicz.

In the past few decades, the prestige that Yetevich has accumulated among the people of St. Stille is too high, for the residents of some remote villages or towns in St. Stille, they may not know what the royal family looks like, but they will definitely know what Yatwich looks like, as the high priest of the God of Life Sect, the portrait of this mage will always appear in many places related to the beliefs of the Life Sect, and in more extreme cases, some old people with less bright heads will even confuse Yatwich himself with the God of Life.

Although outrageous, this is a true portrayal of Yetevich's status among the people.

Therefore, even if the people present were already desperate, they still had some expectations for this legendary deep-sea mage.

But Yetvich apparently ignored the others' gazes, and he uttered blasphemous words to the "soft-boned" goblin merchant.

"Uh...... Well? ”

The big-eared goblin also seemed to be shocked by what he had said, and he shook violently in his chair, shaking his big ears hanging over his head slightly, and then he asked cautiously: "Dear and great Yatwich, if I agree to these conditions you say, will you really be able to spare me?" ”

"Whether you can join the Black Sun Society or not, the decision is not up to me."

Yetevich shook his head very coldly, and then he turned his head to look at the first person in charge of the Black Sun Society, who was standing not far away.

At this time, Novi was looking carefully at the cluster of magical flames protected in a huge crystalline vessel, which, according to legend, was the first miracle fire that the goddess Mel and the god of life sent to warm the people in the cold, and it had saved the life of a weak tribe that would later be the common ancestor of the people of St. Steele.

As a true master of magic, Novi could certainly see the peculiarity of this flame.

It was completely different from other fire magic, the beating light of the fire did not make its magic disordered or restless, on the contrary, it appeared extremely stable, all the magic was bound in a perfect model that was extremely stable and free of the slightest flaws and loopholes, and under its influence, even the magic around it that was constantly changing became stable again.

This made Novi very unhappy.

Hearing Yatwich's voice, he turned his head, his gaze paused on the face of the big-eared goblin for a second, and then he stepped forward with a smile on his cane: "Goblin...... Hmph, Great-Eared Goblins, your race is just as old, even older than Elves and Humans, because you've always been smart enough. ”

The big-eared goblin tugged at the corners of his mouth, he wanted to flatter the other party, but he didn't know how to speak.

I only heard Novi continue: "It's just that the people always like to use their wisdom in some places that make people unhappy......"

He came to the goblin, his staff lightly tapping on the ground, and the visible magic disturbance slowly spread outward from the end of the staff: "When we waited for the great gods to rule over the Vanna, you were their most loyal followers and dependents, but when the gods were betrayed and began to lose their power and territory, you immediately chose neutrality...... Oh, and when the betrayer who usurped the authority and power of the gods and tried to erase all traces of the gods took advantage, you chose to support her. ”

"And now...... But you chose to join the Black Sun Society? ”

As he spoke, the staff slowly lifted its end against the goblin merchant's forehead, and a terrifying wave of magic enveloped its skull completely, causing the goblin's ears to tremble and the skin on its face to tremble with the force of water streaks.

A huge sense of oppression had completely enveloped the giant-eared goblin who had surrendered first, and the magical shackles on his body had been unconsciously untied, but the fear of death made him unable to move.

His pants were wet from the constant trembling, but there was no unpleasant smell in the air—the magic of the disturbance had completely enveloped his body.

In the next moment, everyone in the square saw that the aura that enveloped the Giant-Eared Goblin Merchant gradually revealed its own color, and they formed countless writhing black lights and shadows in mid-air, like metal chains, and then these lights and shadows began to retract rapidly, binding the goblin's head, body, and the chair under him.

A tooth-aching, disgusting sound briefly rang out in the square.

Ambassador Müller saw that the big-eared goblin that was still trembling just now was actually "strangled" into countless pieces by the strange and inexplicable magic in an instant, and the residue and flesh dissipated in those dim light and shadows before they landed, and then, Novi's staff shook slightly, and a tiny black sun miniature appeared next to his body, and the black chains that had just completed the execution quickly returned to the shadow of the sun.

After doing this, Novi regained his usual slow posture, smiled at the others, and said, "Don't be nervous, I can assure you that what just happened is just a special case...... The Black Sun Society needs sincere comrades-in-arms, more people who believe in true gods and are willing to fight for that new era, rather than these self-righteous speculators. ”

Novi looked at Yatwicz: "Go ahead, dear Jetvich, help me ask everyone here who is really willing to join the association?" I'll leave the cane here, and it will help you make the difference. ”

With that, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and then said loudly to the people: "Everyone, time is pressing, there is still half an hour before the ceremony begins, and I hope you can make the right choice before the arrival of the venerable royal family of Saint-Steele!" ”

……

When the capital of Saint-Steele fell silent due to the public actions of the Black Sun Society, members of the Black Sun Society in Hayne, Deresa, Waterl, and the Eastern countries came to the most crowded places in the black ring suits.

Panic spreading, as well as public speeches about the Black Sun and the Lost Deities, took place throughout Van Grace.

The vast majority of these members of the Black Sun Society were mages above the stream level or heavily armed soldiers, and they used magical paraphernalia and rituals to display strange images from ancient times to fearful people, promote claims about "false gods", and wantonly destroy and desecrate various portraits and sculptures of gods in public places.

They seize the opportunity to make prepared statements in front of those who are already dissatisfied with their country, and to expose in public certain truths and facts that are enough to provoke mass anger and that have been concealed by the state or officials.

Ultimately, everything they do leads to that true purpose.

That is, to proclaim the rising of the black sun.

Announcing the end and demise of the "old era".

Inform people that the great and true beings who have left Van En are about to return, and that everything that is now will be rewritten.

At the same time, in the north of Merlinleho, on the plateau of Boldon, and in Alice, the capital of the Kingdom of Teresa, an even more alarming event broke out, with several members of the Black Sun Society who had been ambushed within the municipal bureaucracy or mage system at the same time, using force to briefly control important areas of the city, and using the secret rituals to show everyone what was happening in the capital of St. Steele.

Although these members of the Black Sun Society were wiped out by the legions and mages who were waiting for them in the first place, the picture of the so-called Life Fire Ritual that was being carried out was also directly displayed in front of people.

In a rare occurrence, Waterl's three-clawed falcon left the family estate.

Accompanied by his own students, he went to the square where the announcement of the establishment of the Plateau Alliance had been broadcast to everyone, where the remaining magical images were still constantly changing, in that scene, he saw the deep sea mage Yatevich take the robe symbolizing the identity of the Black Sun Society from the hands of a middle-aged man, and he saw that in the square, there were people who constantly surrendered to the Black Sun Society and were given the clothes of ordinary members of the Society, and of course, some people were screened out and sentenced to death on the spot.

"In just half a year, I have begun to understand the changes in the world."

Old Zeke leaned in his wheelchair, he now felt that his breath was a little rotten twilight, looking at everything that was happening, he really felt powerless for the first time, so he turned his head to look at the student beside him, the noble princess who had completely taken over the system of the Wattle army: "Sophia, the war will not end, it will go on forever, but next, what we have gained from the war and what we have lost will be completely different from the past. ”

Sophia clenched the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and she saw the ambassador of Wattle in the changing magical image, and Muller still showed the tenacity of the Waters at this time, and although he was also shrouded in fear, he never gave in to the Black Sun Society.

"It looks like the royal family of Saint-Steele has made their final choice......"

Sophia looked at the nobles of the North who had completely abandoned the traditional aristocratic attire of St. Steele and changed into the costumes of the Black Sun Society, and Sophia noticed that the King of St. Steele, who was over sixty years old, did not appear, and the crown symbolizing his status was worn on his son's head.

Zeke Ernst said slowly: "Now it seems that they are on the opposite side of everyone, but soon they will not be ......"

"I've given the order, teacher."

Sophia said coldly: "In the territory of Waterl, individuals and organizations who support the Black Sun Society in any form or promote their words will be dealt with with the most severely, including officials and nobles. ”

"It's good that you can think of that."

Old Zeke breathed a sigh of relief, and then he said: "But this is only temporary, and now the vast majority of people are on our side, so our decision will seem to be justified, but ......"

He raised his hand and pointed to the flickering images in the sky: "We cannot guarantee that every person in the country, every family, will be free from their influence, especially in the near future, when the black sun they call really rises, people's minds will soon begin to deteriorate...... After all, the Ernst family was just a lucky one who escaped their control. ”

In the magical image, the head of the Black Sun Society is making his own speech, and the target of the middle-aged man's speech is obviously not only the "spectators" in the square, but he is announcing to the world that St. Steele will henceforth become the first "nation of believers" to follow the so-called true gods under the Black Sun, and that all past covenants will be terminated at this moment, and any kingdom that still has false gods such as Lady Mel as the universal belief will also become the enemy of the Black Sun.

After these words were pronounced, Novi walked with his cane to the vessel that protected the fire of eternal life, and he knelt down on one knee and slashed his forehead and cheek with a sharp blade.

Blood gushed out, but the wound healed in an instant.

Blood began to flow on the ground, and the massive ritual that had been buried beneath the royal square began to work, and then the light in the square suddenly dimmed, as if some being had swallowed up all the light, and above the fire of life, a large, blasphemous sculpture appeared.

Under the gaze of a miniature black sun, with a dark light, giving people an endless despair of the Black Sun Secret Ritual slowly pressed down towards the fire of life, the expensive and sturdy crystalline container collapsed in the blink of an eye, the cluster of flames was extremely weak without protection, but it was not half disturbed by the changes in the surrounding environment.

It was still beating strong and slowly.

However, the Black Sun Ritual was finally crushed, and everyone saw that the ancient flame, which was the spiritual sustenance of the believers of the God of Life, completely dissipated under the desecrated sculpture composed of the severed limbs of countless gods, and then, the black sun suspended at the top of the sculpture drilled countless chains with sharp ends, which circled quickly in the air for a while, and then pointed at the "Spectators" who had never chosen to join the Black Sun Society.

Blood splattered under the chains.

The old man curled up in his wheelchair sighed, and instead of looking at the tragic scene, he raised his head and closed his eyes.

It's nightfall.

(End of chapter)