The so-called 'help' is clearly just an excuse to try to get a piece of the pie, but it has to be said that the Prince of Lies is especially good at this, and he has indeed seized a very good opportunity, in this main material plane where Pandori's power is raging, neither Rose nor Misra can spare enough attention to guard against this killer god whose strength is not inferior to theirs, and who is even more adept at stealing chickens and dogs.

Of course, the so-called zealous help is inevitably costly, and it cannot be refused...... If it is called extortion, it may also be appropriate.

Yes, from the moment Cirek appeared, Yiqiē was actually doomed, and this hypocritical alliance was bound to take shape, no matter how unworthy and indistinguishable it may be—an ally means at least a little control, and Ciric as an enemy......

The multiverse knows what kind of mess he's going to make!

What's more, there is also a Grazt here—the true strength of the Dark Lord may only be slightly stronger than that of a medium god, but he is the Dark Lord, the most demon-like demon! He has at least a quarter of the power of the abyss, and although it is only a violent driven, inefficient and chaotic system, it is far stronger than those ordinary demons who are scattered. Now that Heaven Mountain has been restrained by the power of the Lord of the Nine Hells, it is already the most capable group combat power.

"Mina, Mina, don't need to be out of sight, do we? Ah, I know, you've been reporting about the differences that we've had in the past. But you know that when you have a common goal, solidarity will always come, the so-called peace and stuff. It's the real lie, and I can't control it, huh?"

Ciric's pale and slender face showed an extremely mournful expression, but even when he was facing each other, one could not figure out how he had made his aggressive, high, straight nose and plump cheekbones look as pitiful as a beaten puppy.

But this performance meant nothing to the goddess of magic, she just sneered. It was like looking at a monkey, so he smacked his lips, and Ciric had no choice but to put away his nonsense:

"Hmm. It's complicated, but let's put it simply, we can give you a little addition. ”

"I see. Misra spoke, "Those guys, you sent them in? How much trouble is this causing me? Do you really think that little guy is so easy to deceive? Or maybe you'd better not pick those little reptiles yourself, so maybe a few more people can do things and not all of them are crazy?"

The Goddess of Magic didn't need to think to come to such a conclusion, but it also represented a huge hole in her plan - Ciric was a madman, but he was not a fool, and he couldn't have sent just a dozen ordinary people to die, even if the magical assassins were completely elite. And there is also Grazt's involvement in this kind of thing, and the 'most devil-like demon' is also an expert in planning. To accomplish one's own ends, one must confuse one's opponents, and this iron is not something that Grazt will not disobey.

"It's so sad. The Prince of Lies chuckled, "Our Minna thinks I'm a simple-minded thing, but you should know that delicacies are always served last, and that's the wisdom of a qualified chef?"

The goddess of magic smiled silently.

If anyone takes the words of the Prince of Lies, even a few hundred million parts of it, he will face the risk of being deceived, but there is at least a little bit of reliability in Ciric's words, since they are old friends, Mistra naturally knows how to deal with this madman.

Of course, those people are just bait used to send them to death, and the real means can dive deep...... But there is no better compliment for Ciric than 'not seeing his means', which will make him pleasant enough and even more crazy.

But apparently not everyone understands the weight

"Enough!"

There's never much patience on the spider - the goddess is almost identical to the Prince of Lies in her madness and chaos, and that resemblance never leads to much understanding. It's more about disgust, disgust, and anger that is hard to suppress.

"Alright, alright, let's not say anything that is disappointing, anyway, you can fully trust our sincerity, we don't have much interest in participating in the game between you and that kid, we have a lot of other things to do. Ciric raised his hand in surrender: "Anyway, we are very busy, and I sincerely hope that you can save the world, otherwise, where am I going to have fun? So, let's have fun, I don't think you should mind very much, right?"

For the sake of believers?

Or is this a reasonable explanation?

Although even a drunken man who has drunk himself will shout the name of the god of murder when beating his wife, in fact, there are very few people who actually believe in this guy - as an evil god, Shirek's teachings themselves cannot be widely promoted, and often only killers, thugs, and a few conspirators worship this crazy name.

In addition, because Ciric's divine powers were taken from the three gods, Mirkor, Bane, and Baal, it is unbelievable that he was so lucky to have achieved such an achievement as a mere mortal, but there was a limit to this luck, although he had obtained a large number of gods, but not all the followers of the three gods belonged to him.

The death of a deity would bring ruin to the most devoted believers, and the burning power of faith would destroy their souls and even their bodies, and it would not be so easy for them to re-accept a new deity to avoid this doom - after all, believing in one's own deity wholeheartedly, believing that He is supreme and immortal, is true piety.

"Well, how much do you want?"

It was still Rose who spoke—the goddess of magic nodded slightly. It seems that he agrees with such a hostile but more efficient way of dealing with the problem - and in fact, Ciric does get to the point with a helpless face: "I'll see, it's probably part of the Empire, let's say it's called Illyria or something." and the land that is near there shall be boundary, and the land to the east shall be mine...... The rest belongs to you, how about it, is it a deal?"

"Illyria? ridiculous!" Rose sneered, "The population of this city in the capital of the empire is already more than that of a province in the Northwest Frontier, not to mention that with their emperor, how many people in other places will be"

"Tut-tut, that's ideal. My Spider Queen, if I could, would I still run to tell you this? You know, this is not a dark area. The control of the master mother is equivalent to the control of a family. Ciric laughed, but with incredible wisdom in his words: "Humans are different from your little black ants, their king can't restrain a few people, and he has absolute power only in his own castle. And. Do you think those little things in the churches will watch me rob their precious believers? And, in a few days, you'll be saving the world, and then those pesky guys will come back, and how many people will I be able to grab in this short time?"

"So, I'm not too greedy. You see, for me. Only those places with large populations are most likely to produce believers, so I naturally want to expand in this direction. Well, of course, and my friends. ”

Ciric shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, drawing a slight circle, "So, it's Illyria, and the piece around it and a little further east, I promise it won't affect the faith of any mages, of course, the underground part we can talk about later?"

Rose and Mithra looked at each other, then felt each other's surprise.

There is no Hirek-esque absurdity at all, on the contrary, it is incredibly 'normal', but it is precisely because of this that the two goddesses hesitate.

Is Ciric so sensible? It is quite possible to say that it is an excuse to distract others! Especially since it is also the involvement of Grazt, the most demon-like demon, but who has never lacked the mind of planning.

But if that's the case, is it necessary to choose Illyria, which is so far away?

The gaze of the gods, through a distance of thousands of miles, fell on the palace in the twilight......

The bloody remnants of the sun reflected on the Imperial Palace, but the towers and walls enveloped the ornate pavilion with a deep lead-gray shadow, and the winter wind pierced the empty walkways, making a subtle and high-pitched whine on the corners of the eaves and window lattices.

Berlino XVII was very irritable.

It is not surprising that no one would be in a good mood after lying in bed for ten days in a row, not even a real patient.

It's just a minor ailment, but my mind is still very clear, my appetite is very good, and my breathing is not hindered at all, and even in the last three days, when morning comes, I already need to endure the joyful and angry swelling pain in my lower body...... Or maybe the only discomfort is that they don't have any strength, but these damn bastard scumbags don't listen to their orders at all, they only believe the nonsense of those god slaves, and let themselves rot in this bed day by day!

"Where have all the people gone? huh? These damn bunchs, these damn bastards......

The second half of the old emperor's words were more like phlegm coming out of his throat, and perhaps even he himself could not hear what it was, or because he himself knew that such a cry could not be summoned or anything—at most, two helpless chamberlains would come in from the outside, carefully asking him what he needed, but most of the time what he asked for would certainly not be delivered.

Not to mention his chancellor of the exchequer, his knight captain, and the sycophants who were always accustomed to following him like a bunch of chicken cubs......

Well, the Duke of Belom is indeed not going to appear for the time being, after all, there is a strange anomaly in the magic teleportation now, so His Excellency the Duke, who has received the task of exterminating the Tumenes, will have to gallop back from the front line for at least a day or two, and now, the news of his illness may not have attracted his attention, after all, he had recuperated for sixteen or seventeen days due to a cold last year.

But now the disease is clearly different.

The intuition of an emperor made Berineau XVII probably know. There must be a big problem here, I may have been under house arrest - my body has always had three high-ranking priests in charge of treatment, but this time the treatment frequency is extremely low. And that strange feeling of powerlessness is more of some kind of curse than sickness!

Even if you know this, what can you do?

Now, apart from the two damned squires at the door, I don't even see a single outsider! It didn't work in this almost enclosed space, and the current Berino XVII wasn't a king at all, if those two squires wanted to. Even strangling him to death in a hospital bed was not a big problem—several kings had suffered such fates in the history of the Empire, and when Berrino XVII had read them, he always thought these people were stupid and ridiculous. Being a king has great authority. How is it possible to leave a few more back roads? Secret spies, loyal deployment, as long as you prepare a prop such as a communication gem, it is not easy to summon an army of King Qin?

But now, he couldn't scoff at it anymore, for he was in such a ridiculous situation! All communication magic had gone wrong, and the mages and priests who had been by his side were separated for various reasons. He is now completely isolated from his country!

Who exactly orchestrated this qiē?

The Emperor's head was spinning at a height rarely seen on weekdays...... But before he could come up with a reason, the footsteps at the door had interrupted his thoughts.

Raised his head weakly. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the figure of the woman whose belly was already bulging, but still beautiful.

"Is that you?" he said hoarsely, "Hurry up and inform Belom......

However, the woman was obviously not interested in hearing what he was about to say, so she just unfolded a piece of parchment in front of him and interrupted him coldly: "The two provinces of Ferdinand and Fawkes have each made a declaration that you have died, and that they are about to proclaim your rightful heir as Emperor, and that they are surrounded by Salome, Vercombe, Theophila, and Dade...... And so that six provinces have already publicly expressed their support, and, if nothing else, Bosworth Halstead has followed suit with a declaration, you should know what they are doing so, right?"

"What did you say?"

The emperor, who was already over half a hundred years old, had a pale face and a wide open mouth, like a fish out of water, his chest rose and fell sharply, but his head still seemed to be dizzy from the feeling of being out of breath. The mind went up and down, and only one thought kept spinning.

How can it be?

If it weren't for the piece of parchment inlaid with gold in front of him, which had a unique high-level magic mark in the emperor's **, and would never have been forged, then Bai Lino XVII would definitely think that it was a scam, an outright scam, and the twelve provinces declared it legal...... What kind of heir? I am obviously still alive and well! The behavior of these guys is simply rebellion!

But the terrible thing is that if you exclude the three provinces that have already been occupied by those Tumenes, these twelve provinces are already half of the current territory of the Empire, nay, even more than half!

"They...... Whew......"

The Emperor breathed heavily, and it was not until he approached an hourglass scale that he finally spoke, staring at the woman's face, and a slurring voice came out of his throat: "They, who did they support......?" Alberta, or Jebson, or Elvis? Is it, Ross Thorne?"

"Hehehe......"

The woman let out a series of light sneers, her shoulders trembled slightly, even though the swollen belly made her figure unbeautiful, she still smiled charmingly: "Use your brains, my majesty, since these things are recorded and sent together, can't you imagine who they pushed onto the table...... Well, I'll tell you, four people, all four of them are up, Ferdinand is Jebson, Fox is Avis, Bosworth is Alberta, Halstead ......"

"No!

The old emperor suddenly let out a wail like a dying beast, and his voice became clear: "This is impossible, my sons, they can't do such a thing! You, what the hell have they done? How can they ignore me? Has it come to this point? No, this is a scam, everyone, those lords, even the Golden Flower Knights, and those ministers, those lords, those dukes, they are all disloyal and unrighteous cowards!"

"What's the point of saying this?" the woman sneered, "You should know that they may be involuntarily killed, right? Not to mention, there are also instigated, deceived, etc., etc., etc., etc., there are many possible ......"

"Traitor! I have been deceived from the beginning! This is an unforgivable betrayal to me, to the Empire! But all traitors will be repaid, and with their own blood they will drown in their own blood!" (To be continued......)

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