Even the priests who still maintained a firm belief in Bane, the god of tyranny, were shaking slightly uncontrollably.
Although they tried their best to resist the pressure from the hostile gods, it was of no avail due to the huge gap between humans and gods.
As for those mages and warlocks who were used to being selfish, they all ran away at the first opportunity.
To confront head-on a crazy god like Cyric who is obviously mentally ill?
What a joke! They don't want to die for no reason! Many of the guys who originally vowed to live and die with the Bane Church have long disappeared without a trace.
There is no doubt that in front of true gods, mortals are as humble and fragile as ants.
The former only needs a thought to wipe out all life within a radius of dozens or even hundreds of kilometers!
This absolute gap in power level cannot be made up by any legendary magic or one or two artifacts.
Even Manshoon, the Lord of Zhentil Keep and the supreme leader of the Zhentarim, is now hiding in his own wizard tower and dares not show up. At the same time, he has infinite admiration for Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon.
Because he totally didn't understand how this crazy guy had the courage to take the initiative to attack Losander, the Lord of Dawn who possessed powerful divine power, and even successfully hurt the other party with the remaining silver fire.
Although Manshoon knew that in theory gods would not actively attack or even kill a mortal.
Even if this mortal speaks rudely, or debates with him or even insults him.
Unless mortals attack gods first, gods will have an excuse to retaliate.
Because taking action first means that the god is not confident in the doctrines and philosophies he preaches, which is equivalent to admitting that he cannot refute the other party in the debate, so he becomes angry and chooses to use violence to save face.
Look at how Lathander descended to battle and incarnated to destroy Sammaster and the undead army he controlled, and how he was laughed at by the mortals of the main material world for many years, even though the gods of the lawful good camp responded with strong contempt and disdain.
What's more, it was not him who took the first move, but the dragon lich mounted under Sammaster's crotch that spewed out a breath of flames first.
Generally speaking, if a god wants to kill off an unpleasant individual, the best way to do it is to have his worshipers and followers do it, with a little help from him.
Some evil gods also use demons or devils as thugs.
After all, this is the unspoken rule of the battles between gods.
Otherwise, with the terrifying power they possess, if they were to personally go out and slaughter the believers of the gods of the enemy camp every day, there would probably be no living people on the continent of Faerun in a few days.
The entire continent and even the planet beneath our feet will collapse and fall apart.
Likewise, the Earth Mother Goddess Changtiya and the God Above Gods Io would certainly not allow this to happen.
Therefore, when facing the incarnation of God, as long as you don't do anything suicidal, you don't have to worry too much about your life being threatened.
Even the most evil god would not attack a mortal when he descends to incarnate, as that would make him appear to be very uncultured and unclassy.
But now…
No one dared to bet whether Anri, with his current mental state, could remain rational and abide by these most basic rules.
"Fuzol Chamberlain!"
The incarnation of Cyric calls out the name of Bane the Chosen, the god of tyranny.
As an extremely petty and vengeful god, he would never forget how the "Tyrant of the Moon Sea" righteously rejected his recruitment in public, and how he organized forces in Zhentil Castle to resist the infiltration and holy war initiated by his followers.
It can be said that if there was no Fuzor Chamberlain, the city would not have been able to survive until now relying on the strength of Manson alone.
Now, the Prince of Lies will use the powerful and evil "Book of Cyric" to turn this most stubborn of followers into a fanatical believer, in order to prove his supreme position as the only true God of Toril.
It has to be said that his desire for performance and revenge, which cannot be described in words, is simply the face of a villain who has succeeded.
You should know that although Zuo Si himself also had a strong desire for revenge, he only focused on the result of revenge rather than the process.
But Xirik is just the opposite. He not only wants the results but also wants to show the whole process to everyone.
The description of Oghma, the god of knowledge, as "inferior yet arrogant" couldn't be more apt.
There is no doubt that at this time, Fuzor Chamberlain, as the spiritual leader of Zhentil Keep, certainly cannot hide like Manshoon.
Otherwise, people's faith in Bane would collapse completely in an instant.
So he appeared directly on the city gate without any hesitation, releasing the divine power bestowed by the God of Tyranny in his body, holding high the artifact [Scepter of the Eye of the Tyrant] in his hand that had also been blessed by Bane, and responded loudly: "Lord of Lies! I am here! Together with all the believers of the great dark lord! We will never surrender to you!"
"Hahahaha! That's right! That's it! Remember the way you reject me now! It won't be long before you and those followers of Bane behind you all fall at my feet."
Accompanied by a psychotic laugh and crazy talk, Xirik suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Bang! After a crisp sound, a huge platform suddenly rose from the ground and appeared outside Zhentil Castle like a pyramid.
It's very high!
The highest point is at least fifty meters from the ground, far exceeding the ten-meter-high city wall, the fifteen-meter-high city tower and even the twenty-meter-high arrow tower.
A woman wearing a skull mask walked up quickly, prostrated herself on the ground and kissed the upper of Xirik's shoes, her face full of fanatical admiration, and she held the black sacred book tightly in her arms.
"Supreme Lord! Your humble servant awaits your orders."
"Go! Go to the highest place and show these ignorant fools my greatness! Tell them that I am the only true God in my kingdom and even in the entire universe!"
Xirik gave the order directly.
"As you wish!"
The woman wearing the skull mask climbed up the stairs to the tower step by step without saying a word, spread out the "Book of Cyric" on the bookshelf, and showed the words that seemed to be written in blood to all the soldiers on the wall of Zhentil Castle.
Especially to ensure that Bane's voter, Fuzzol Chamberlain, can see it clearly.
Then she began to read the contents aloud in a hysterical voice.
In the blink of an eye, dazzling green light burst out from the pages of the book, covering the entire city.
"Using the power of lies to forcibly convert the beliefs of everyone in a city?!"
Wilmes opened his eyes wide, completely shocked by Xirik's crazy behavior.
She simply couldn't believe that there would be such an arrogant god in this world who dared to stand up and openly challenge the unspoken rules and bottom line of the battle between gods.
Aren't you afraid of being attacked by a crowd? Seeing the interesting reaction of the Purgatory Red Dragon, Zuo Si couldn't help but smiled and asked, "Do you know what the highest realm of lies is?"
"What is it?"
Wilmes asked very cooperatively.
“It’s self-deception.
Simply put, it is to convince yourself that these lies are true.
Only in this way can others believe it.
So don't doubt the mental state of that madman in the distance.
He truly believes that he is the only true God in the kingdom and wants to eliminate all other false gods."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward answer.
However, he believed that Manshon and Fuzol Chamberlain must have been fully prepared and had shown the True Story of Cyric to all the believers loyal to Bane in the city.
In other words, the self-righteous performance of the Prince of Lies will eventually turn into a joke and a farce.
Of course, to some extent, this is also a traditional feature of the chaotic evil camp.
"Father, when are you going to start?"
Nimidona asked in a low voice, with her eyes flashing with an emerald green light that symbolized nature and life.
It was not difficult to tell from that fleeting look of disgust that she did not like Xirik, a god of extreme madness, chaos, evil and cruelty, at all.
Zuo Si responded meaningfully: "Don't be in a hurry, let these two groups fight to the death first.
I am very curious about what kind of interesting reaction the madman will have when he finds out that the brainwashing device he created has no effect at all and becomes angry and humiliated.
In addition, it is also worth paying attention to whether the plan for the return of the Dark Lord jointly planned by Fuzor Chamberlain and Mansong can be as successful as they imagined.
After all, this is the process of a powerful god returning from the world of death, which is very valuable for research.
It will reveal to us the most fundamental and essential secrets of the gods."
"I see."
After realizing that it would not be her turn to join the battle for a while, Nimidona immediately raised her hands to manipulate the natural energy, using vines to weave a swing covered with colorful flowers, and then she sat on it gracefully, swaying gently like a forest elf.
Several birds and animals seemed to be attracted by the energy and landed on her shoulders or at her feet, presenting a beautiful scene of life and nature living in harmony.
Even though there was the ruining red dragon of hell, Wilmes, nearby, the little animals did not feel frightened or scared at all.
Needless to say, this was the result of the powerful divine aura of the God of Nature's servant completely covering up the dragon's might.
Although the succubus loli revealed a hint of longing in her eyes, she hesitated for a moment and decided to stay with her master, snuggling in her arms without moving, as obedient as a delicate and beautiful doll.
But unfortunately, Atona's flattering behavior did not attract Zuo Si's attention at all.
The latter's attention was completely focused on Zhentil Keep in the distance and the incarnation of Cyric's arrival.
As the voice of the woman standing on the platform became increasingly high-pitched and her mental state became increasingly insane, the entire "Book of Xirik" was soon read out.
But when she closed the book and began to loudly recite words praising the Prince of Lies, the only people who responded were the guys behind her who had already been brainwashed.
The defenders on the city walls, gates and arrow towers looked as if they were looking at fools, lunatics and psychopaths. Instead of fanatical faith, their faces showed extreme disgust.
Fuzor Chamberlain even mocked mercilessly: "That's it? Is this the final means you prepared for me and the entire Zhentil Castle?
A ridiculous farce? It seems you are still as superficial as ever!
You don't know what true faith is! Now, let me show you why there are still so many mortals willing to follow in the footsteps of the great god of tyranny, Bane, after his death.
Because we fear the Dark Lord!
Awe of His power!
Believe in and practice his philosophy! Only dictatorship and tyranny have the highest efficiency and can make the world a better place!
But what about you? What else do you have under your command besides these mobs and those ignorant people who have been brainwashed by lies? If one day you also decline or die, will these people continue to serve you? The answer is obviously no!
So expecting us to give up our faith in Bane and serve you is simply a pipe dream.
Zhentil Keep is the holy place of the great dark lord!
The mortals here will never surrender, let alone sacrifice their faith!"
It has to be said that although Fuzzol Chamberlain was insidious, cunning, evil, and had an almost morbid obsession with power, his beliefs were indeed very firm and never wavered from beginning to end.
Especially at a critical moment like now, he did not retreat even when facing the incarnation of a hostile god.
"No! This is impossible! How can you resist the power of the artifact!"
Seeing that his carefully planned performance ended in an ugly failure, Xirik suddenly started to rage in impotence like a madman.
He flew directly onto the platform, pushed aside the woman with a skull mask and a very high priest level, snatched the "Book of Xirik" from her hand and read it again himself.
After confirming that the power above had not faded or disappeared, he stared at her with two eyes emitting terrifying light and asked, "What have you done?"
"Haha, what gave you the illusion that I would answer this question?"
Fu Zuoer Chamberlain's mouth corners slightly raised and he sneered.
"You're looking for death!"
Xirik was obviously extremely angry. He totally disregarded the unspoken rules of the battle between the gods and raised his hand, wanting to use his extraordinary divine power to kill this bastard who dared to embarrass him again and again.
As a powerful god that has gathered all the priesthood of the three gods of death, he possesses a series of "supernatural powers" such as [Hand of Death], [Life Extraction], [Divine Power Shock], [Destruction Blow], [Life and Death], etc.
Especially the [Hand of Death] and [Life and Death], which are extraordinary powers that can only be possessed by those who master the priesthood of "Death".
Their characteristic is that as long as the target is a mortal and there is no divine power, quasi-divine power, divinity, or divine spark in the body, then no matter how high the occupation level, basic attributes, or how many powerful protective legendary magics they have bestowed on themselves, the result will basically be death in an instant.
This chasm-like gap is the most realistic portrayal of the power comparison between mortals and gods, and is also the motivation for countless powerful spellcasters to desire to become gods.
However, just as the black power symbolizing death began to flicker in Xirik's hands, another god suddenly descended upon him incarnate.
He is not any other god, but the successor of the self-proclaimed God of Tyranny, and also the son of Bane, Xvim, who currently maintains a level between weak and medium divine power.
The reason why this god with a half-demon appearance appeared was mainly to protect his main source of faith in the mortal world.
Otherwise, if Xirik came to his door and did not respond at all, and just watched Zhentil Keep be conquered or destroyed, then no one would be willing to follow and believe in him anymore.
"Xvim? How dare you show up!"
Xirik raised his chin in surprise, with a very unexpected expression on his face.
"I order you to leave immediately! This is not your territory!"
Xivim warned sternly.
Normally speaking, in order to avoid a direct confrontation between gods, both sides should take a step back at this time.
But the crazy Xirik didn't care about all this. After a burst of shrill laughter, he rushed forward and launched the attack first.
Xivim had no choice but to fight.
As a result, when the two incarnations of the gods collided with each other, the terrifying divine power instantly tore apart the sky, the earth and everything within a radius of thousands of meters.
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Accompanied by a deafening roar and explosion, the terrible energy impact instantly turned the indestructible walls of Zhentil Castle into dust.
The defenders above were so dead that not even a trace of ashes was left.
Seeing that their god had already declared war, those crazy believers of Cyric drew their weapons and shouted slogans, launching a full-scale attack on Zhentil Castle, which refused to surrender.
Since they had a total size of more than 8,000 people, far more than the defenders in the city, when the charge was launched, it looked like a roaring wave.
"Charge! Kill these pagans!"
"For the great Prince of Lies!"
"For the one and only true God!"
"Kill every living thing in this city!"
"Use killing, blood, death, and corpses to make those who still believe in false gods understand that this is their fate."
For a moment, the deafening shouts and cries of killing filled the sky above Zhentil Castle.
Due to their large numbers and the loss of the protection of the city walls, Zhentil Castle was unable to completely stop the enemy's attack and could only engage in fierce street fighting with them in the city using squadrons and teams.
These lunatics and psychopaths have no rationality at all and basically kill whatever they see.
Countless civilians, elderly people, women and children who were hiding in the houses were dragged out and disemboweled in an extremely brutal and cruel manner.
Internal organs, heads, limbs and arms...
Dark red plasma covered almost every corner of the streets and alleys.
Some victims had half of their intestines pulled out and were struggling to crawl on the ground while wailing in pain.
It was clear that Cyric's followers were not coming to conquer and occupy the city, but to destroy it utterly.
In addition, the fire magic released during the battle quickly ignited the houses and spread rapidly among the wooden buildings.
Blood and fire!
Fighting and killing! Pain and death! Although the scale is far less than that of a brutal bloody battle, it is already quite bloody and terrifying for a war between mortals on the main material plane.
The residents of Zhentil Castle, who had long been accustomed to invading and bullying other countries and towns on their own, tasted the taste of retribution for the first time.
The chaos brought about by the war also destroyed order and law.
Many nobles and wealthy businessmen who usually liked to exploit slaves were killed by slaves who escaped during the chaos, and some even suffered inhuman abuse and torture before their death.
The slaves, who were filled with anger, snatched weapons and armor to arm themselves, and then destroyed, burned, robbed and raped in the city, venting all the anger that had accumulated in their hearts.
At this moment, the dark side of human nature is fully demonstrated in this war.
In particular, the two incarnations of gods fighting in the sky are both in the evil camp, so the divine power they release also affects the mortals below to some extent.
But none of them noticed that when all of Xirik's followers poured into the streets and alleys of the city, all the sacrificial arrays hidden under the buildings were activated.
Almost at the same time, Fuzor Chamberlain also issued orders to churches in various places to start holding grand ceremonies for Bane, the god of tyranny.
Standing on the top of a mountain outside the city, Zuo Si could clearly observe that the souls of all the unfortunate people who died in the battle, whether they were followers of Xirik or residents of Zhentil Castle, would be absorbed by the sacrificial array and then thrown into the empty throne of the dark lord.
Every time a living soul is thrown into the throne, a black-red flame will be emitted.
As more and more souls are absorbed, we can see that Xivim, who has inherited some of the power and priesthood of the God of Tyranny, begins to become extremely powerful.
From being suppressed by Xirik at the beginning, it gradually became a battle of balance, and even at one point the two sides were evenly matched.
Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be surprising.
After all, the combat effectiveness of God often cannot be simply calculated using divine power and divine level.
But the problem is that the stronger he becomes, the more abnormal Xivim's mental state becomes.
The two eyes often change between red and green, and the fighting style is sometimes based on dodging and defense, and sometimes turns into a violent and active attack.
When the sacrifice of souls came together with the devout prayers and calls from churches across Faerun, a scene that shocked all mortals and gods in the country finally happened.
Xivim, who was still fighting with Xirik's incarnation just a second ago, suddenly stopped all movements.
Before the former could react to what was happening, his body suddenly exploded without warning, releasing a large cloud of terrifying green smoke.
Immediately afterwards, a bald strong man with light green skin slowly walked out from inside, raised his right hand wearing a black iron glove high, made a fist gesture and made a declaration.
"Dissension, hatred, tyranny, fear! I, the great Bane, am back!"
moment!
The whole world changed color!
All mortals, whether present or not, clearly saw this real illusion.
Likewise, the enemies of the Dark Lord, such as Torm, the god of courage, Tyr, the god of justice, Heim, the god of protection, and Lathander, the lord of the dawn, all paid close attention here.
There is no doubt that Bane's resurrection directly tore apart the four important priesthoods of Cyric, causing him to fall into hysterical madness out of control again.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!! No! No! No! How dare you, a lowly false god, steal what belongs to me? I will kill you! Tear you apart! Use your bones to decorate my throne!"
Unfortunately, before the Prince of Lies could launch an attack, Bane summoned black lightning, which hit the former's face with a bang, and sent him flying dozens of kilometers away. He also created a river three or four meters deep on the ground out of thin air, extending all the way to the Dragon's Spine Mountains in the north.
If the attack was directed at Zhentil Keep, the entire city would be completely destroyed.
However, Xirik is obviously not someone who gives up easily, especially when he is in an abnormal and crazy mental state.
Just one minute later, he used his divine power to appear directly behind Bane, intending to give the newly resurrected God of Tyranny a surprise with his most powerful backstab.
But this guy obviously forgot that the reason he was able to kill gods in the turbulent years was not because of his superb stealth and backstab skills, but because the gods at that time were walking in the form of the weakest saints.
This can be seen from the fact that Heim, the only guardian god who was not cast down to the mortal world, was able to easily kill the second-generation magic goddess whose strength was only second to Io, the god above all gods.
So before he could even hand over the sword, the Prince of Lies saw the hideous smile on Bane's face when he turned around.
"After all these years, I can't believe that even though you have become a god, you still haven't made any progress."
Before he finished speaking!
The God of Tyranny swung his fist wearing a black iron glove and hit Xirik's disgusting face hard.
Boom!!!! A violent air explosion sounded in everyone's ears, and then they saw the latter falling from the sky like a meteor, hitting the ground with incredible speed and force, creating a huge pit with a radius of hundreds of meters and a bottomless depth.
There is no doubt that this is a battle between gods.
There are not so many fancy techniques, nor are there very few dazzling and gorgeous arcane and divine arts. It is just a pure collision of divine power.
Of course, it is not ruled out that these two have no relationship with magic-related clergy.
If it were replaced by the Goddess of Magic, the God of Mages, or the God of Knowledge, the results might be different, but the essence would not change much.
Moreover, an attack like this, which is enough to instantly turn a mortal into ashes, is obviously nothing in the face of powerful divine power.
After a while, Xirik climbed out of the deep pit.
This time, however, he had obviously learned his lesson and did not launch an attack rashly. Instead, his eyes revealed a gleam of fear mixed with a hint of hatred and malice.
Even though this guy was crazy, he understood that in his current state, it was basically impossible to kill Bane, who also had powerful divine power.
But just when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a sense of danger coming from behind.
The next second...
Boom!!!! A blinding white beam of light descended from the sky, directly enveloping the King of Lies.
The terrifying power instantly drove it deep into the ground again.
Divine power attack?! Bane raised his head suddenly and saw Zuo Si descending from the sky riding on the Infernal Red Dragon, and the scepter in his hand emitting a dazzling white light.
"I hope my attack just now did not disturb you, great dark lord."
Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"Are you Soth?"
Bane looked at the interesting young human in front of him with interest.
In fact, he had already regained consciousness a long time ago, and was quietly drawing strength from his own Son of God's body, waiting for the best time to resurrect, so he knew a little about what had happened in the continent of Faerun in recent years.
Whether it was Zuo Si's special identity as a planeswalker, his bold act of summoning the Eldrazi Titan in the Abyss, or his potential to become a perfect tyrant displayed in the area he ruled, the God of Tyranny was full of interest.
Especially the ruthless attack just now made Bane realize that today's drama seemed not as simple as he had imagined.
Zuo Si nodded gently: "Yes, it's me. Although this is our first meeting and we lack the most basic understanding and trust between each other, I still think we can reach an agreement on how to deal with Xirik, right?"
Upon hearing this, Bane immediately burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! You are right. No matter who it is, as long as he is willing to fight Xirik together, I welcome him very much. In addition, the weapon in your hand seems very interesting. It absorbs the power of faith and transforms it into divine power, right?"
"Yes, that's right. This thing is one of the few things I have that can really hurt God. I was fortunate enough to destroy an incarnation of the goddess of the night, Shar. But I don't know how effective it is against a combat incarnation of a powerful god."
Just as Zuo Si was speaking, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him and thrust out the long sword at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.
The stab point was exactly the back, enough to kill with one blow.
But just when he was about to succeed, a dazzling green light descended from the sky, and then the nature goddess Nimidona appeared out of thin air, waving the blade of life in her hand to block the backstab.
Ding! Dazzling golden and green sparks flew everywhere.
This time the contest between divine power and quasi-divine power ended in a draw.
Nimidona not only successfully defended against Xirik's sneak attack, but also forced him back more than ten meters away.
"Seraphim God Servant?!"
The pupils of the Prince of Lies suddenly dilated, clearly expressing his inner uneasiness.
Because he knew that such creatures that could rival and rival gods were extremely rare, and they were almost only loyal to the most powerful gods, such as Corellon, the Lord of the Elves, Tyr, the God of Justice, and Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God.
If a Seraphic Servant appears here, it means that there may be some unknown conspiracy and alliance against himself hidden behind it.
"Hello, Cyric, Prince of Lies.
Come to think of it, this isn't the first time we've met.
Last time at the meeting of gods, you caused me quite a bit of trouble.
Do you know why I never took any real revenge?"
Zuo Si had an unsettling smile on his face, as if he was talking to an ordinary person rather than a powerful incarnation of divine power who had fallen into madness.
"Are you waiting for the right moment?"
Xirik asked back in an uncertain tone.
"Bingou! That's right! Because I know that the best way to deal with a troublemaker like you is to seize the opportunity to beat you to death with one blow.
For this reason, I carefully planned today's actions.
Now that the god of tyranny, Bane, has been resurrected, the new god of death should also come on stage.
Just watch, today I will tear off all your priesthoods one by one and let you experience the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.
You want to be the only true God in the world? But I will make you a shame to all gods!"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si sent a signal to Jaeger in the hazy realm.
In less than half a minute, Xirik began to feel that the priesthood and power of death were leaving him, and the feeling of weakness that followed was almost exactly the same as when Bane took over the other four priesthoods when he was resurrected.
And it's not just the priesthood of death itself!
Other associated priesthoods were also rapidly losing control, and some of the priesthoods of death and murder returned to the empty throne of Baal under the influence of the powerful suction force.
Yeager!
The ancient god of death! Xirik instantly thought of the only person behind this who could do all this, and also recalled the other party's cold and contemptuous eyes towards him.
Soon, this madman who believed himself to be the only true God once again launched into an impotent rage.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Jaeger!!!!! I swear to make you pay for this betrayal! An extremely painful price!"
"Betrayal? How dare you say that.
Have you ever fulfilled your duties as the Grim Reaper for a single day?
Did you know that the hazy realm of the underworld has become so chaotic that it has to rely on demons to maintain order?
Do you remember why Io, the god above all gods, cast the gods down to earth and walked as a saint?
Because many of them did not perform their duties well!
So it is only natural for Jaeger to strip you of your priesthood related to death.
Moreover, you have arrogantly dared to claim that you are the only true God and that all other gods are false gods, which has seriously violated the bottom line of the gods.
Next, you will face the wrath and judgment of all the gods!"
Zuo Si sneered mercilessly and mockingly.
Even as he spoke, an illusion of a handsome young man holding a throne appeared before all the gods and mortals in the entire continent of Faerun.
The third generation of the God of Death, Kelemvor, finally came to power.
Moreover, he hardly stopped at all and immediately fulfilled the agreement that Jaeger had reached with Zuo Si before. He also sent down an incarnation and stared at Xirik, with whom he had already formed an grudge when he was still a mortal.
Naturally, it was impossible to hide the fact that Clemvor had ascended to the throne of the God of Death from the Goddess of Magic.
In less than a minute, midnight also descended into incarnation.
Along with her came a host of gods including Oghma, the god of knowledge, Azuth, the god of mages, Tyr, the god of justice, Ilmater, the god of suffering, Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, Tempus, the god of war, Waukin, the goddess of wealth, Gund, the god of craftsmen, and many others.
Some of them had already formed an offensive and defensive alliance with Zuo Si and came to help, while others could not stand Xirik's crazy behavior and came to denounce and judge him together.
Anyway, kicking a fallen dog is something not only mortals like to do, but gods like it too.
After all, Xirik has done a lot of annoying things since he was deified.
Moreover, he disdains to form an alliance with any god and does not even have a decent ally.
In short, even when his mind and spirit were extremely unstable, the Prince of Lies vaguely felt that his situation seemed a little bad.
At the same time, on the other side, the succubus Loli, under the instruction of Zuo Si, rushed into the battlefield and stole the two sacred books, "The Scripture of Xirik" and "The True Biography of Xirik", and put them into the backpack she carried with her to ensure that they would not fall into the hands of others.
After finishing this matter, Atona began to travel through the streets and alleys of Zhentil Keep, wielding the beheading greatsword to slaughter the crazy followers of Cyric and draining their vitality and magic in the process.
Due to its small size and ability to cast many spell-like abilities and divine arts, no one noticed that this seemingly inconspicuous little guy had killed hundreds of people silently.
Also released to cause trouble was the Infernal Red Dragon Wilmes.
This guy not only killed people, set fires, and destroyed buildings and streets, but also did not forget to loot everything valuable.
If anyone from Zhentil Castle dared to express any opinion, she would turn around and spit out a breath of infernal dragon's breath at them.
After a short while, he had collected treasures, artworks, and various magic items, equipment, and scrolls worth millions of gold coins.
Even the worthless copper coins were melted into copper ingots.
What does scraping the ground three feet mean?
Just look at what Wilmes is doing now.
In the entire Zhentil Keep, there was no one else who could threaten her except Manshon and Fuzor Chamberlain.
As an insider, Ximanmeng thought that the Purgatory Red Dragon was sent by Zuo Si. Not only did he not have the slightest intention of stopping it, he secretly contacted it and marked all the places in the city where large amounts of valuables might be stored.
As a result, Wilmes' robbery efficiency was frighteningly high, and he basically caught everyone with every robbery.
"Kelemvor, do you... do you still remember me?"
After a long silence, Midnight took the lead and expressed his extremely complicated emotions to his former lover.
There is happiness and joy, but also unspeakable worry.
She didn't even know what she looked like in the other person's eyes.
Because the god of death is different from other gods, he generally has a kind of indifference that keeps people at a distance.
"Of course I remember. I'm glad to see you again. But fate is so unpredictable. I never thought that the partners who had been adventuring together would be reunited in this way."
As he spoke, a hint of nostalgia appeared in Kelemvor's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger and hatred.
And the target of this anger and hatred is, needless to say, the Prince of Lies surrounded by the gods.
At this moment, he no longer had the madness he had before, but was replaced by a strong sense of vigilance and alertness.
Midnight obviously noticed this, and sneered and agreed: "You are right, fate is indeed unpredictable. But it seems that we have a score to settle with Xirik, what do you think?"
“I totally agree!”
Kelemvor used the divine power he had just obtained to instantly create a divine heavy sword.
"You two, if you don't mind, can you include me? Although to a certain extent, we should be considered enemies. But to deal with Xirik, I think we can still temporarily conclude an alliance with each other." Bane, the God of Tyranny, grinned and suggested.
"Count me in, too! I want to see how brave this guy is to claim to be the only true God in the world."
The god of war Tempus slowly drew out his iconic black giant sword.
"And me!"
"Xirik's actions have far crossed the red line! He must be judged by the gods!"
"I agree! Since he can't perform his duties properly, then we should strip him of his duties and give them to gods who can perform them."
"I suggest that we convene a meeting of the gods immediately to deal with this matter."
"Just surrender! King of Lies! You must give us an explanation today no matter what!"
Under Zuo Si's manipulation, Xirik unsurprisingly suffered the treatment of being criticized by everyone.
Just look at that livid face and you'll know how bad his mood is right now...
(End of this chapter)
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