Dark Shadow Shrine

West scrambled and scrambled, quickly adjusted his appearance, and knelt down in front of a temporary altar.

"Welcome to the return of the great dark sun! My lord Cyric! You are the supreme existence in the world, you are the hope of all mortals, you are the destroyer of all false gods and hypocrites who know no good or bad, my lord..."

"Enough!" The sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the sharpness in the tone made West shudder.

"My lord..."

"I ask you, why is the Zhenta Limbo, my holy place, now so empty that you can run rats!? What about people? Where are my faithful believers? Are they all dead? I can't feel the power of their beliefs, and I haven't received them What about Tinos!?" Cyric's furious rage seemed to melt the whole world: "Look up and answer me! Just as I believe in you, I also believe that even if 99% of my followers betray , Tinos will not betray me."

West trembled like chaff all over his body, slowly raised his head to look up at Cyric, his mouth was wriggling, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh my lord—Tinos...Tinos he..."

Seeing the reaction of his most loyal servant, Cyric suddenly felt bad.

"Say! What's wrong with Tinos!?" Cyric's voice suddenly became sharp, as if scratching the glass with an iron awl.

"Tinos was killed by Raven—even his head was given to the original prince of the Erwin Empire, the current Emperor Agathon of Erwin, as the capital for his enthronement!" West cried Shouting and bowing his head, weeping uncontrollably: "My lord, I dare not lie to you. Go and see, Tinos's head sealed by ice magic is still hanging on the gate of the capital of Erwin."

"Why didn't you snatch it back!?" Cyric's sharp and mean face was contorted, and he was already full of anger.

"Root? Not to mention robbing, you can't even steal it back. You haven't shown your terrifying majesty and miracles for too long, and most of your followers have become despicable and shameless traitors."

Cyric felt a chill in his heart, this was too far from what he had imagined.

in his head. Although he escaped from God's Domain in embarrassment, after so many years of becoming a god, he must have some foundation, right?

What's more, before leaving temporarily, didn't I still have a large number of high-ranking priests? They are the foundation of the church.

Why did he only sense West and a 'Nightmare Enchantress' Flandre when he came back?

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

All right. If there is no body, the soul should come back, right?

Cyric is very clear: Even if an existence like a high-level priest dies, even Kelanvor, the god of death who is most against him, will strictly abide by the rules and temporarily prevent these souls from returning to the mother river of souls. Give it back to him.

Now. Not even a soul!

The only possibility that can be thought of is that their souls were cut off by other gods before returning.

Sure enough, West began to mutter.

"Most of your priests were sacrificed by followers of Bane, your sworn enemy. Among them, Dasnir, Prince Mosha, sacrificed the most. However, all your major losses cannot avoid a mortal."

"who!?"

"Raven Yunfield! He seems to have mastered a secret method. After killing Tinos, even his soul was imprisoned or destroyed. And he almost mastered all the secrets of murdering the church. It can be said that your loss, my lord He did most of it."

"What? Raven again?!"

In West's weeping narration. Cyric finally understood what had happened during his time away from God's Domain.

After listening, Cyric fainted.

Forced to run away, not only believers almost ran away. Even the petitioners devoured by Kezef cannot be expected to make up in numbers.

This loss is not only huge, it is simply unbearable.

Cyric's already pale face showed a sickly blue color, and now it was even more terrifying.

It never occurred to him that the silver-rank kid who didn't even want to look at him at the beginning turned out to be the chief culprit in destroying his empire of murder and lies.

If it was said that it was a deep hatred for him to escape from the God's Realm in embarrassment when this kid revealed the location of his Divine Kingdom at that time, then now it is completely a mortal and indelible eternal vengeance.

Even if he is placed under the throne of his god and burned with the most painful fire for thousands of years, the shame of this time cannot be erased.

Cyric seemed to hear the ridicule of the gods. It seemed to see the sarcasm smiling faces.

Countless auditory hallucinations and hallucinations almost drove Cyric crazy!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Destroying everything frantically in his temple.

West was lying on the ground, trembling. Waiting for Cyric to vent his anger.

After much difficulty, after more than ten minutes, Cyric finally calmed down a little.

"Where is Raven now? I want to kill him myself."

"He... the latest news is that he was ambushed by the Queen of the Spider God, and he was dragged into the bottomless abyss. Even the people in his hometown, Phantom Knight City, have no definite news about him. However, my lord, it may be difficult for you to sneak attack He...he seems to have mastered one of the origins of the world, the shadow origin. As long as you miss one hit, the incarnation of Tempus may intervene." After that, West collected the latest information about Raven Information delivered to Cyric.

Cyric finally realized that the little mortal who had swindled him so much by relying on his miraculous foresight and omniscient ability, had grown into an astonishing giant that even he couldn't look down on in just over a year. monster.

This kind of crazy growth rate at the level of ancient monsters, even the gods need to look up.

Being able to become a god, which one is not a coincidence, coupled with crazy struggle?

But no matter who it is, there is no such terrifying growth rate as Lei Wen. In just one and a half years, he grew from a mortal of the black iron rank to a demigod who mastered the origin of shadows. It is only one step away from conferred gods.

This step is simply a world of difference for most mortals.

As for Lei Wen, who has already created the name of Shadow Forerunner... It is almost universally recognized that Lei Wen's apotheosis is not a problem.

No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Cyric had to learn one thing - he was no stronger than Raven.

"My lord, since you are back, we should continue to keep secret and gather believers again. Once we have accumulated our strength, give him a thunderous blow." West tentatively suggested.

Although I don't want to say it. But thinking that the work still depends on West, who is almost the last loyalist, Cyric still hesitated to say it.

"No, there's no time. If I can't regroup more than 200,000 fanatics within two months, I'm likely to drop to the level of weak divine power."

This news was simply bad news from the sky. The thunder rolled from the sky, and Westley was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and he was speechless for a long time.

once Upon a time. The name of the dark sun makes the mortals of the entire main plane fearful.

Once upon a time, Cyric sat at the pinnacle of mid-level divine power, and was only short of being promoted to a powerful deity with one kick.

Now? Cyric's divine power is no longer in short supply, it is simply a huge deficit.

To maintain the level of divine power, it is impossible to rely on conventional means. It needs the kind of big event that shocks the main plane and even the entire multiverse. Let a large number of mortals be frightened by the horror of the dark sun, and quickly convert to Cyric.

The only thing West could think of was...

"Yes! I will completely destroy Raven Yunfield and his whore mistress Lila, and all people and gods who turn to Raven and are close to Raven."

West instinctively thought: How is this possible?

Unexpectedly, Cyric said confidently: "If it is other gods, then of course no! Yes! Yes! But who am I? I am the supreme dark sun! I am the king of lies—"

West knelt devoutly, waiting for Cyric to finish his arrogant declaration, and finally heard Cyric's plan.

"I plan to tear down part of the Kingdom of God. Add my remaining divine power, and then inject the power of my divine power domain to create a divine artifact hat." Cyric described his great grand plan.

"Hat? My lord, I don't understand what you are saying."

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know. All the power of my lies will be gathered above. Even the true gods cannot be immune to my power."

"And then? My lord!" West bowed reverently.

"Then you give this hat to a noble test subject. The test subject should preferably be a true god. If it succeeds, I can easily destroy Raven's seemingly solid alliance. Hahahahaha ! Hahahahaha!" Cyric's presumptuous grin resounded throughout the Murder Temple, and even the Murder God Realm.

As soon as West heard it, he immediately understood the crux of the matter.

For three days, Cyric worked tirelessly for three days to cast this artifact.

In the middle of the night three days later, it was just 12 o'clock. Cyric called West.

The hat in West's hand was an extremely ordinary gentleman's top hat. Standard rounded sides, high dome.

But that poor needlework. Even the novice Hatter's Apprentice couldn't be so bad that West's teeth hurt from watching it. he knows. This is the handiwork of his great Lord Cyric himself.

But the hat in his hand has extraordinary powers lingering.

Suddenly, it looked like a huge, gleaming obsidian with metallic qualities.

Anyone who looks at it will be fascinated by it.

Looking carefully, West even found that the brim of the hat and any surface of the cloth were engraved with the words of the age of the gods in the early years. Every word contained a faint purple-black flame light.

Any magician can judge the horror of this hat with just one glance, because no technology in the world can carve the divine script so small. You must know that every word of the age of gods represents the will of the god who engraved it.

Cyric who can do this is quite terrifying.

This is something that no craftsman can produce, and even a close imitation seems impossible.

West looked at the hat as if possessed, and was dazedly attracted by him to put on the hat, and subconsciously asked, "Is there anything special about this hat?"

"Yes, but for you who believe in me deeply, this hat is meaningless." Cyric replied. (to be continued ~^~)