Crown of Chaos

The world in the realm of chaos is eccentric. In the kingdom of shadows, an energy symbolizing pure filth and evil ejects from the fetal mother's body. Its birth forms a bulge in the tilted chaotic world, rolling through it. There were pieces of horrible creatures that were moaning in twisting and torture. These subspace creatures with only superficial intelligence were entangled together. They struggled desperately, howling and mourning.

The new life rolled through the chaos left by the shadows, as if celebrating its own new life, but at this moment, a powerful force suddenly grabbed this life tightly, and a faint light emitted from the middle of the dark as ink throne. , and kept jolting, this little shadow was pulled out of the nightmare, twisting on the dark threads, screaming.

The shadow made a harsh sound, and the threads twisted into a ball, crushing the subspace existence like exploding maggots. The juice composed of energy splashed out, exuding a rotten stench.

From the shadows, a long black sword with teeth emerged first, wrapped in agate-colored flames, and a phantom slowly appeared on the throne.

Its recurved feet rubbed against the ground, like a desperate call to the lost soul in the middle of the night.

Shadow creatures swirled around its throne. The demon on the throne straightened up, raised its horned head, and flapped its huge, dark wings.

The demon's body is strong and soft. Although its muscles are as solid as a rock, it has a smooth and eternal texture. An eight-pointed star symbolizing the Avenue of Chaos is engraved on its broad chest, like a crack emanating from the boundless darkness. The light.

It clenched its fists, and the muscles on its limbs moved the whole body. When the god-like demon scanned its own realm of chaos, all living creatures felt the darkness of despair. The demon's eyes were like bottomless abyss, and the eternal lightless hell could make The unfortunate soul remains depraved and cannot be saved.

The demon on the throne looked into the distance. He felt it. As the first person chosen by the four gods in the universe to be blessed by the four gods of chaos and become a demon, he felt it at an important moment.

He felt the completion of the Chaos Contract Palace, and the power given to the "new favored one" by the four gods. He sensed the specific location of the favored one, as well as his breakthrough, his promotion, and the... ...intoxicating power.

He is the first demon prince, and was once the most powerful existence under the Four Gods of Chaos. He himself was blessed by the four gods at the same time. He was once extremely powerful. At his peak, he was the king of all demons, commanding demons. They crushed other mortals, and were even worshiped as gods at one point, and could even give their own men special powers. He is such a powerful demon.

In his heyday, he conquered thousands of worlds and forced billions of people to worship him and respect him as a god, but he himself has been careful to erase any trace of his existence in history.

When the world declines, he will immediately abandon the people who worship him and find new worlds and races to use as his toys.

In addition to such games, he hunts various Chaos-favored champions like a jealous child. When he hunts followers of Nurgle, he does so in the name of Tzeentch, and when he slays followers of Slaanesh, he does so in the name of Khorne.

He once approached the fifth god of Chaos, but he failed in the end - the four gods of chaos have a time limit on their interest in any mortal. When the four gods noticed more and more interesting mortals and gave them blessings, he A lot of his power was taken away, his rank fell from the top, and he became no different from many demon princes, and his influence was not as good as before.

And Tzeentch also deceived him and turned him into a shadow.

He is the original demon prince of Chaos - Be'lak.

Now, he sensed that a new one chosen by the Four Gods was rising in a distant world that had never been touched. He had established a contract palace and released the power of chaos - just like he did back then.

This is an opportunity!

Be'lakor sat on his Shadow Throne, the Demon Prince smiled cruelly, his laughter as ominous as the black ice on the surface of the glacial lake.

Kill him, devour his flesh, take away his power, usurp his strength.

This is destined to be a life-and-death showdown. There is only one person who can become the fifth god of chaos!

He wanted to dedicate this great duel to the four gods, thereby restoring his physical body and restoring the favor of the four gods.

King of Skulls, Lord of Changes, Father of Decay, Lord of Joy, is this the opportunity you give me?

The supreme king is never afraid of challenges.

The original Daemon Prince immediately transformed himself into a greasy shadow, suddenly jumped out of the throne, and rushed straight out of the subspace and into the infinite universe.

He has only one goal, to win the final victory in this battle of Chaos' personal choice.

In that marked world, he became the fifth god of chaos.

The original demon prince Beelak came here secretly.

…………

October 1361, Valley Calendar, Sword Coast region.

Naestia Baenre had a premonition that she might die on this day.

She thinks about her own death every day, and her skin feels the heat of the surrounding flames, just as when she was a child, her family forcibly changed her skin from dark to white in order to allow her to integrate into the surface world as a spy.

She heard screams and the roar of battle. She covered her wounds and looked carefully before she realized that this was the enemy she had been chasing for a long time under Rose's orders.

She could feel that the surrounding buildings were crumbling under the continuous fighting and magic bombardment.

In her mind and deep in her soul, she had experienced the explosive power of the Spider Queen. She held tightly the Matron's Scepter given to her by Rose and looked at the enemy stepping out of the darkness.

From the flames and collapsed buildings, a double-sword elf slightly taller than the average drow stepped out. He has long white hair and lavender eyes. He wears a green cloak with a leather collar and black boots under his dark skin. Leopard.

The energy gathered and formed a point at the tip of the Matron's scepter. Nestia felt the power of the Spider Queen rising in her body. She tried to launch another fierce attack. The duel with the double-sword elf was like a whirlwind. They were torn together, and behind them, an orange beam of light shot towards the nearby gate. A group of screaming drow and gray dwarves were fleeing in all directions. In an instant, the fortress was blown into rubble and twisted shapes. Metal and debris were thrown into the sky like a fountain.

Crazy shouts came down from the walls, and the few drow guards collapsed and fled in the courtyard.

The ambush failed.

Nestia's heart was filled with despair.

Everything was so smooth before. She followed Lolth's orders and relied on the matron's scepter given to her by the Spider Queen. Nestia Baenre summoned a group of drow and gray dwarves from other families, here He set up an ambush and was ordered to hunt down his family's powerful enemy, the dead remnant of the Do'Urden family.

She successfully lured the enemy into her ambush. The moment the opponent entered the ambush, she released a dense barrage of magic, a rain of arrows and volleys of guns at him.

But it's all in vain. The strength displayed by the double-sword ranger is not only shocking, but he seems to be blessed by luck that the owner can't imagine. The key opportunity is either the bow string breaking, the spell saving throw being successful, or the gray dwarf's fire gun suddenly jamming. , he unexpectedly broke out of the encirclement.

Then, the nightmare of the ambusher arrived. As a master-level swordsinger with both the blessing of Lolth and the power of the Matron's scepter, Nestia could only barely compete with the double-sword ranger. She watched helplessly. Support arrived, the friendly forces were defeated, and the black panther rushed into the gray dwarfs' ranks and killed them randomly.

Nastia's impending death did not unnerve her.

In a way, this is comforting.

Her life did not belong to her. If it were not for the appearance of Aaron Salian, her life would have ended two years ago. She thought that this was fate. She was fully aware of the irony, at least. In reality, she still could only act according to Rose's orders.

The fate of the drow is forever in Lolth's hands, and to the drow, the Spider Queen means everything.

At least for Nestia.

Only those precious memories, the most sincere feelings, supported Nastia. An invisible but tangible future once unfolded in front of her.

She didn't know what would happen with her brother Aaron in the future, but the slight possibility between them always supported her, and this excitement about the unknown made her restless.

Using the sharp sword in her hand to block the onslaught of the Double-Knife Ranger, Nestia focused her magic power on the Matron's Scepter. This artifact forced the Double-Knife Ranger back, and she dodged into a burning street— — shadows quickly surround her — before ascending a tower whose roof has been destroyed by falling bombs.

The fire raged around her, the burned-out buildings as mesmerizing as an island illuminated by the setting sun.

Screams rose around her like smoke, and a continuous roar sounded from above her head. She looked up at the Silvermoon City guards coming from a distance, and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a mage using a staff. Aiming at herself and reciting the incantation, she sighed and clapped her hands violently. The energy of the Mistress's Scepter burst out, accompanied by a distant explosion. The mage was blown into mud on the spot, mixed with smoke. Pieces of flesh and blood fell from his burning robe.

Sometimes she also thinks about why she is still struggling because now is not the time.

One minute or a hundred years, what's the difference? She had spent her whole life anticipating death, and if she had given up resistance now, she would have done so years ago.

She just didn't have a choice.

"Drizzt Do'Urden!" Nestoria shouted with her last strength: "You can't escape the Spider Queen's Kiss! This will not be the end, because you never know what you are fighting against, I am just an insignificant chess piece, Drizzt, son of Zaknavan Do'Urden, and you are facing the Supreme Matron."

Her enemy, the double-sword ranger, a white-haired and dark-skinned drow stood in the middle of the road. Even though his body was covered with wounds and exhaustion, he remained as motionless as a boulder in the panic of the crowd. He calmly raised his chin and looked up at Nastia, his swords reflecting light in the surrounding flames.

"Always waiting."

The two-sword ranger's confidence and arrogance always gave Nastia the illusion.

Sometimes, even with the scepter given by Rose, she felt that Drizzt was Rose's divine choice.

But now is not the time to think so much. The mission has failed and she has to survive.

Suddenly, dots of stars appeared in her sight, and a silver flowing thread pointed out a way to leave for Nastia. A soft and sad female voice whispered in Nastia's ear: "Go this way." ,quick."

"Who are you?" Nestia couldn't help but ask.

This was not Rose's voice.

"Quick." The voice repeated, and there were no more new movements, and the silver thread was quickly dimming.

Before Nastia could ask any more questions, a beam of red light flashed across her eyes, and in a critical second, an explosive roar roared toward her along with the light.

Seeing this, the drow no longer hesitated. Following the guidance of the silver thread, she disappeared into the smoke at an extremely fast speed.

…………

The Round Table Palace, the Chaos Contract Palace, the meeting place of the Four Gods.

The three gods of chaos have left, leaving Aaron sitting alone on his throne, with his fingers clasped together and silent.

With the Chaos Contract Palace as a non-combatant place and the realization of his power, Aaron no longer needs to carry the power of chaos on his body at all times, and he does not need to personally give blessings all day long. Now the Round Table Palace can take over this function.

In the future, with the Round Table Palace as the core, Aaron is confident that he will build this territory into the core place of his own faith.

Aaron's strength has also been promoted to the master level. There are many new magics to learn and new super bloodline abilities to master. As long as he is given a certain amount of time to accumulate, he believes that his strength will definitely reach a higher level.

However, Aaron felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The first is the problem of Nurgle's power being delayed. Unlike the other three gods, Nurgle is lazy and conservative, old-fashioned and slow. He actually doesn't care whether Aaron wants to unlock his power, so Aaron has been unable to find it. to the direction.

He asked the three gods of chaos, and the answers given by the three gods were strange.

Khorne says that Nurgle does not seek the Temple of the Skull, so do not try to please him by building wonders and performing feats.

Slaanesh said that Nurgle didn't like excitement, so there was no way he could do anything weird to gain his position.

Only Tzeentch said something interesting.

"For the Father of Rot, there is not much difference between active and passive. Rather than saying that this fat man likes active and bold believers, it is better to say that he likes the struggle from passivity to despair."

"Maybe you think you have to understand the essence of that fat man by yourself, but to Him, it doesn't matter whether you actively comprehend it or passively accept it."

After saying that, Tzeentch picked up the flowers and smiled.

Active or passive, it doesn't matter?

Doesn't it matter if you realize the true meaning of Nurgle?

Aaron suddenly remembered his own case - although Nurgle's power was not activated, as long as a disease-like force attacked him, Nurgle's power would take it all in, sucking in all the power of these diseases.

So what about a higher power of disease, or even a deity with a priesthood of disease and decay?

Aaron had a vague goal in his mind.

Looks like I really need to go to Myst Drannor once.

Then there is his relationship with the Four Gods of Chaos...

But before that, Aaron had one important thing that he had to do first.

The time came when he and the stunning enchantress Missy Tanshur agreed to meet again.

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