Timeline returns to the present -
Sigmar had already carefully packed his clothes. He was wearing a well-tailored black robe embroidered with mysterious silver patterns, which gleamed in the sunlight.
Holding a communication crystal that emitted a soft blue light, he said hello to Roth and hurried to the agreed location. The two of them agreed to go to the card store that sold new card packs together.
Sigmar's life had changed dramatically since his last sparring with Lot in Merlin's Tavern.
With the help of his powerful substitute, Plague Lord, and the one-of-a-kind golden legendary card "Blood Elf", he successfully infiltrated the circle of top card masters in Arena of Valor and became famous overnight.
At this moment, Sigma saw Roth and other card players standing on the street corner from a distance. He waved and greeted them while quickening his pace and running over, muttering, "Sorry, sorry, I'm a little late."
Due to the long-term assimilation with the Lord of Plague, Sigmar's appearance has undergone amazing changes.
The face that was once covered with pockmarks, had a pointed chin and a pair of rat eyes is no longer there, replaced by a handsome face that is slightly evil.
His deep eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Under his high nose bridge, his lips were slightly raised with a faint smile.
Her shiny black hair was scattered randomly, with a few strands fluttering gently in the breeze.
Along the way, he attracted the attention of many women, causing them to look at him sideways, and some smiled shyly, while others cast bold, admiring glances at him.
Seeing Sigma coming, Roth hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, we've already taken our positions. Today we're not only releasing new card packs, but also a limited edition Lucy figure from Duel King! We must get it!"
After hearing this, Sigma's eyes flashed with surprise, but then he asked hesitantly, "Will that be very expensive?"
Although he was also full of desire for the limited edition figure.
"I heard that the sales method of the figures is different this time. We'll know when the time comes." Roth touched his chin with a mysterious smile on his face. Looking at Sigma's increasingly handsome face, he couldn't help but sigh, "I really don't understand. What on earth have you eaten recently, or what kind of magic potion have you used? Why are you getting more and more handsome? Damn, I'm really jealous!"
Sigma chuckled and turned to look at the window, where his handsome face was reflected.
He reached out and touched his cheek, and a feeling of unreality welled up in his heart, as if the person in the mirror was not himself.
This change made him both happy and secretly afraid. He worried that one day he would completely become the Lord of Plague and lose himself.
However, at this moment he still had a trace of doubt in his heart. Is the Lord of Plague asleep?
Why hasn't he spoken for such a long time? Logically speaking, he should be more excited than me when he encounters something like getting new cards and limited edition figures.
In a dark and remote corner of the city, there is an airtight dark room.
Inside the room, several crazy figures were screaming and roaring excitedly, their faces filled with fanaticism.
Originally they thought that the operation against the Arcane City and to rescue the will of the Lord of Plague had failed, but they did not expect that it would succeed in the end.
They listened to the teachings of the great being and their hearts were filled with ecstasy and awe.
That’s right, the group of people hiding in this room are the remaining believers of the Ancient God Cult, and they are extremely fanatical believers of the Lord of Plague.
In the darkness, a mouse with a purple-black aura all over its body quietly appeared on the windowsill.
The mouse's head was strangely twisted, turning into a worm-like tentacle, which looked extremely scary.
It opened its twisted mouthparts and uttered a cold voice with a familiar tone: "You are doing very well, but I want to ask, is there something wrong with you? Gathering together without opening the window to let the sun in, and without turning on a lamp, can you see each other?"
It was the voice of the Lord of Plague.
The believers were stunned at first, and then, as if awakened from a dream, they hurriedly lit the magic lamp.
The room suddenly lit up with a dim light, dispelling some of the darkness.
The mouse possessed by the Lord of Plague sighed helplessly and continued, "I don't know what's wrong with you. You gather together to discuss things, but you lock the room tightly during the day and don't turn on the lights, making it so dark. The place you live in is also dark and dirty. The environment is so dirty and messy. I heard that you used to live in the sewers?"
Since possessing Sigma, the Lord of Plague has entered into a strange state of coexistence with Sigma, just like "roommates".
During this time, he came into contact with and learned a lot of new knowledge, and even became a little overly obsessed with the things launched by Merlin, such as Arena of Valor cards, various wonderful commodities, and delicious food. This also made it difficult for him to understand the current living conditions of the believers.
The Lord of Plague sighed and continued to criticize mercilessly: "Look at how you look, you are simply the epitome of dirtiness. You don't even know how to tidy up your clothes, and you exude an unpleasant smell all over your body. You wear the black robes that you never wash every day. Can't you smell the stench? Don't you feel disgusted?"
This group of plague believers looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and helplessness.
Finally, the leading believer mustered up the courage and couldn't help but speak: "Great Being, we are your most devout believers, from the Ancient God Cult..."
"Hmm? And then?" The Lord of Plague responded coldly. His icy gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and look straight into their hearts.
"We... should be what they call the evil forces, and aren't all evil forces like this?" The representative of the Plague Believers spoke weakly, with a hint of caution, as if afraid of angering this great being.
The Lord of Plague fell silent for a moment. The rat possessed by Him sighed helplessly, and its twisted tentacles even scratched its head, as if it was extremely confused by the way these believers think. "I suspect you may have a serious brain disease. Have you become stupid because of your faith in me? Have you damaged your brains because you have listened to those whispers too much? That's not right. I don't usually respond to you."
"You know that too..." The Plague's believers couldn't help but secretly complain in their hearts, but no one dared to say it out loud.
"I seem to understand why you want to hide and lock yourself in such a dark room... It's because you are so suspicious! Who would dress like you and gather in a group? Anyone who takes a look at you will know that you don't look like good people! Are you afraid that others don't know that you have bad intentions?" The Lord of Plague became more and more angry as he spoke, and his voice was filled with obvious anger as it echoed in this dark room.
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