Crown of Chaos

Waterdeep has many grand buildings to boast, but few places are as central to so many legends as Blackstaff Tower.

As the residence of the Archmage Khelben Orosan, the tower often receives visiting princes, nobles and famous explorers. People from all over Faerûn always come to seek Khelben's advice on politics and magic. So Blackstaff Tower has neither a door nor a window.

In this way, when those quasi-mage apprentices and young and bored adventurers see the tower's uneventful appearance, they will retreat. However, after a few glasses of mead, Kelben will readily admit that he only hides the portal because he likes the mystery it brings.

As the warm light of dawn stains the horizon, what happens on the tower's dome will give rise to new legends and rumours. A powerful spell far beyond the capabilities of Khelben and most mortal mages, masking the strange flashes of light and shouts of spellcasting.

The powerful and complex magic that Kelben cast on the tower failed to detect this dangerous intruder at all, and the unsuspecting Archmage was still counting the results of the battle on the front line of the Moon Sea.

Even if Kelben dispelled the magic and happened to find the mysterious intruder, he would not believe his eyes.

The God of Thieves - Mask.

Mask is alone drawing arcane runes on four dragon skulls.

When the work was completed, the god of thieves placed the ferocious skull in the center of the compass carefully carved on the ground, aligning the four directions. He again checked the three thick candles in a semicircle. Very good, they were still burning, and Still facing the trapdoor that opened from the inside out.

He picked up a vial of spider blood and began to draw an ancient rune that was said to have existed long before the fall of Myth Drannor, or before Waterdeep became a minor trade war on the northern tundra. . His hands shook as he finished his work, but the drawing and effect of the runes were unaffected.

good, very good, excellent.

The God of Thieves, Mask, completed the last step of the sealing ceremony. He sat in a circle of candles, waiting for the arrival of his old friend.

The God of Thieves did not participate in this massive struggle, nor did he appear in the call of the Pantheon. He had his own things to do.

Mask, possesses the priesthood of [Conspiracy]. Relying on this priesthood and his strong kleptomania, the God of Thieves discovered that Cyric was secretly writing a book, which has the power to change the order of the entire multiverse.

This really makes the God of Thieves extremely happy.

What could be more pleasing to the God of Thieves than sneaking into Cyric's base camp and stealing this artifact that symbolizes the top power of the multiverse?

Not at all!

But before that, Mask must first find a way to control Kozev. The God of Thieves knows that the City of Strife is raging, and Aaron and Cyric are in the final battle. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Kozev knows The key to entering Cyric's realm through the Noisy Tunnel.

A deafening roar drowned out the remaining confident words of Mask, and caused fear to penetrate deeply into the god's bones.

The wave of chaos swept through gods and mortals. Mask's phantom stumbled back. He left the protective formation and covered his ears tightly with his hands.

Kozev overwhelmed him before he could scream.

The Chaos Dog crashed into him, dragging him away from the candles and protective runes, while at the same time the roar continued, causing any thoughts of escape or defense to be lost in the storm of sound.

The devil dog's breath turned into a burst of corrosive acid mist in the cold winter air. Acid droplets splashed on Mask's face and chest, and blood and flesh flowed from the bones.

"Come out, Mask," Kozev's voice boomed, "face me yourself, coward."

The phantom of the god under the Chaos Demon Dog disappeared without a trace, and Kozev discovered that it was an illusion.

The ancient evil creature's previous battle with Aaron consumed so much power that Kozif was weak and hungry, and he was eager to obtain enough energy.

Mask, this audacious god, actually used himself as bait!

"Hunger makes your senses dull." Mask stood in the center of the tower and said very elegantly: "I need to borrow your power, Chaos Demon Dog."

The scales and arcs of the candle circle are dazzling, more dazzling than the dawn of the Glory City.

The lines of the pattern begin to close together. Like a fishing net, Kozev was swallowed up, an unbreakable knot sealed the grid on the demon dog's head, and the remaining skull fused together to form a fine lock.

The God of Conspiracy turned to face the Chaos Demon Dog, "We should have used this against you last time, Kozif, but tragically good people like Mystra refused to accept mortal sacrifices."

Mask erased the runes with his foot, and destroying them was the last step of the trap. A bright red flame hit the last candle, forming a thick smoke at the top of the tower, hovering like a giant's palm.

It closed into a fist around the snarling and struggling Chaos Hound and dragged him into the candle.

"Cyric!" Kozev shouted as he disappeared into the wax prison. "Avenge me!"

"Oh, of course he will retaliate, but not to me." Mask laughed: "Oh, Kelben, you did a good job, you did a good job, you actually relied on the power of the silver fire to temporarily It’s good to have the Chaos Demon Dog under control. This is Mystra’s will. As long as you are against Cyric, you will be Mystra’s good chosen one!”

The Shadow King squinted his eyes and looked at his work. Very good, everything was perfect. When the protective enchantment was lifted, Cyric found that his loyal dog had been ambushed... Mask smiled, and the Prince of Lies would immediately show his displeasure to Mystra and Zhentil Keep.

The fingers in the God of Conspiracy's gloves twist the candle. The mystery he left on the top of the Black Staff Tower will confuse the sages and streetwalkers of the Glorious City for decades. Its effect will soon be revealed in the divine realm.

As for Mystra's anger, naturally this cannot be kept secret for too long. The Black Stick will know what happened as long as it communicates with Midnight.

However, Mask is extremely confident that he has a way to appease the third-generation magic goddess.

Because that man's soul is in his hands!

Mask picked up the candle that sealed the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif.

This candle will open the way for him from the Tumult Tunnel to Cyric's core realm.

…………

Aaron lands outside the City of Strife.

Sixty thousand Chaos Demons and 120,000 Chaos Army are attacking the City of Strife.

The city of strife is burning.

Flames swept through the strange tall buildings on the horizon, and thick clouds of smoke pressed against the ruins of the city, obscuring everything that came into contact with it. In the furnace-like hot environment, the river of fear began to boil with scalding steam.

On top of the broken bricks and tiles, Kor-Gangoth, the chosen god of Khorne, was confronting a dozen undead monarchs.

More than fifty skulls and an equal number of broken and deformed weapons were piled up in front of Kor Guangos, warning the monarchs of the underworld to proceed with caution, even though the Chosen God of Khorne in front of them was wearing a heavy armor and seemed to be moving slowly. But he's proven time and time again that this outfit is far less intrusive than it seems.

So the undead monarchs slowly climbed up the brick and metal wreckage, but their caution had no effect.

A legendary undead monarch who was braver or more reckless than other companions stabbed Guan Goth. The chosen one under the eight pillars of Khorne waved his hand, and the flaming giant ax split the spear tip and long shaft in half.

Then he sprinted forward, and the undead monarch's chest shattered in response, and the broken bones rolled down the hill like stones from the eaves.

Other undead lords took the sacrifice of their comrades as a sign of siege, but the weapons of Hades were as vulnerable to the armor forged in Khorne's brass forges as wooden toys.

Guanges turned around, and swept the bodies of the besieging enemies with his ax and sword like windmills. The bones were broken one after another, and the skulls fell from the empty necks.

The undead monarchs guarding Hades retreated, and Guanges stopped and looked over the battlefield.

Groups of ghosts wandered around the square, some holding swords, short sticks or long barbed whips snatched from the hands of the monsters, and some using picked-up debris as weapons.

The Chosen of Khorne discovered repulsively that there was no blood to be shed in slaying the enemies of Hades, only the heads left intact, which greatly diminished his interest in conquering the place.

Golden light flashed, and Aaron fell from the sky.

When the burning Golden Law hits the ground, a strong fire shock wave spreads out around it, burning everything around it - whether it is the ruins of the building or the undead creatures entrenched in it, leaving only the ground scorched black. The shadows show traces of their former existence.

The bone dragons in the air noticed the new uninvited guests. They turned around and concentrated all the ashes dragon breath on their bodies to fire at the golden law beast, but the dragon breath was evaporated the moment it hit the golden law beast. The beast ignored the rain of bone spirit fire pouring on it and rushed forward. The bone dragon also raised its claws in preparation. The existence that transcended the laws of physics faced the upgraded version of the ultimate creature of the country.

The winner was declared not long after, and under the roar of the Golden Rule beast, broken bones fell like raindrops.

As the Golden Rhythm behemoth hit the bone dragon hard with one blow, the bone dragons staggered to the ground on the ruins of the building. Draconion made a hole in the surface of their bodies and poured his hot breath on them. Go in. Along with a burst of wailing, Aaron ignited every part of the bone dragon's body. The undead's body began to expand and heat, and then exploded with a loud noise, and the remaining tissues flew everywhere.

"His Royal Highness, the King of Gold." Khor Guangos, the chosen god of Khorne, came to Aaron: "We are winning this war."

"The Blood Slaughter Chapter, the Skull Crusher Chapter, and the Deathbringer Chapter, all advance!" Seeing Aaron not answering, Guan Ges continued: "Kabanha has captured the Crow Fortress, and this false god is about to be cornered! "

Aaron waved his hand contemptuously. Attacking the City of Dispute was only a means, not an end. Even if he really captured Hades, he would not be able to become the Lord of Hades, because the core priesthood he set for himself was [Chaos]. , not [the deceased].

Now that he has mastered [Dispute] and half of [Killing], what he should have done should have been to go to the bottomless abyss to hunt Rose's spider head.

However, he could not leave Cyric alone, otherwise Cyric, as a powerful god, might backstab him at any time.

Therefore, the purpose of this battle is to solve the threat of Cyric and make him lose most of his power. As long as Yeager realizes that Cyric cannot control Hades or defend Hades, the God of the End of All Things will naturally have other ideas. method.

As for Aaron himself...he looked at the Chaos army around him.

He knew that the moment he became a god was also the moment he officially fell out with the Four Gods of Chaos!

…………

The Prince of Lies sat motionless on his throne of bones, letting the quarrels from the outside world reach his ears.

The war cry of the Chaos Demon Army could be faintly heard in his throne room. Jaeger, who stood in front of the throne, remained silent. The mummy was completely unaware of the chaos outside.

The master and the servant maintained silence for a long time. Cyric's expression was always uncertain. He was sometimes manic, sometimes resentful, sometimes depressed, sometimes excited. He held his sword tightly - the Sword of Divine Disaster.

This sword had been with him since the beginning of his adventure, and after losing Midnight, it became his lover.

"Your Majesty." Finally, as a Khorne Skull Cannon bombarded near the throne room, Yeager couldn't help it anymore: "You should go out to meet the enemy. Although Aaron Salian and his Chaos army outside are strong, You are still a powerful force."

"That's enough!" Yeager's words made Cyric furious. The Lord of the Underworld screamed crazily, and the Divine Calamity unsheathed it on Yeager's neck: "You have no right to order me! I am the Lord of the Underworld! !!”

"Yes, you are the Lord of Hades, but it is precisely because of this that Hades needs you so much." Yeager lowered his head.

"Is this a conspiracy?" Cyric grabbed Yeager's chest manically and pulled his mummy head in front of him: "Why don't you go to war? You want to trick me into going to war so that you can subvert me here. I know the power, I know it all, you all look down on me! You all look down on my origin! Look down on the crown given to me by AO!!!"

"No one looks down upon you, Your Majesty." Jaeger said tremblingly: "I just humbly remind you as a servant that as the owner of the crown, you should have this responsibility!"

"That was decided by AO! Not me! Nothing has the right to make me abide by any laws set by false gods other than myself!" Cyric was extremely tired of similar words. He sneered and said: "One more nonsense , I will use your mummy’s stolen blood to nourish my divine disaster sword!”

Jaeger stopped talking.

Cyric searched Jaeger's eyes coldly, but could not find any dissatisfaction or contempt for the time being, so he threw Jaeger to the ground.

The sudden dizziness forced Cyric to fall back on his throne. The King of Hades had lost two crowns. He was afraid. He needed to wait for the incarnation to get something that could turn the tide of the battle.

"Hirasutra".

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