Crown of Chaos

The noisy empty tunnel, the outer plane, imprisons many terrifying places.

Mask, the god of thieves, is looking for the secret of Cyric, holding the candle that seals the chaos demon dog Kozif.

There are countless monsters imprisoned in the Noisy Tunnel, some of which are ancient evils that even the gods are deeply afraid of. In addition, this outer plane is a place of extreme chaos.

Without the "Kozif" candle in his hand, Mask would not dare to get close to this place no matter what.

But now, Kozev has given Mask the opportunity to operate in the Noisy Tunnel. One of the Chaos Demon Dog's best abilities is anti-tracking. After it was sealed, the candlelight illuminated a certain part of the Noisy Tunnel. path.

This place really scares the gods. In the lightless and dark environment, there are screams, whines and eternal curses everywhere. The walls, floors, and roadside dining carts are filled with all kinds of evil spirits. The flesh and blood of the creature squirmed and howled from time to time. On the opposite side of the wall, a bunch of uncertain flesh and blood cast a few tentacles with eyes along the railings, while the cursed gods kept howling irrationally, longing for freedom. and destruction.

Cyric hid the Book of Cyril here.

Mask kept jumping, nimbly dodging numerous unknown existences, until the deepest and most obscure eight-pointed star skull Cyric Dark Sun Holy Emblem was opened for him.

Mask stood in front of the gate. The God of Thieves realized that this place had been sealed. Mask's eyes on the mask suddenly became blurred. He moved his hands gently along the seal as if caressing a lover.

He gently twirled and then picked it up, and Mask's fingers made 999 strokes in a row like a golden snake dancing wildly. He hummed the ditty "see you again". As the last note fell, Mask pushed his hands gently.

The seal is opened.

"Man~" Mask said to himself happily: "What else can I say?"

"Mask in!"

The room was empty except for a book with a hardcover and dark cover. The cover was painted with a grinning skull and a dark sun, and the background was a twisted pattern representing torture and chaos. The book has gold hinges and clasps and a lock made of solid metal.

This small lock was no difficulty for Mask, and the God of Thieves opened it easily.

Your artifact is awesome, but now it belongs to me!

After thinking about it, Mask wanted to wet it with something.

However, by chance, the God of Thieves glanced at the book cover.

"Heritage"?

Laughter spurted out from Mask's nostrils, the God of Thieves wants you? A guy who has only been a god for ten years and whose life span has not yet reached fifty, and who relies on licking AO's smelly feet and backstabbing his lovers, friends, and teammates, is he worthy of writing his own scripture?

I, Mask, have lived for countless years and am proficient in 114,514 lock-picking techniques. I have not even written a book on Mask.

Humph~ After my Thieves Star Chain is deployed in the country's sky, and after my Twitter organization can control every black market in the country, I will also write a "Mask Book"!

The God of Thieves hesitated for a few seconds, sliding his slender gloved fingers back and forth along the spine of the book. Still unable to resist his curiosity, he decided to open it and take a look.

What if this kid really has something?

In fact, Mask, like other gods, looks down on Cyric, the three-crowned king from the bottom of his heart.

But this does not prevent Mask from being Cyric's close partner after he became a god.

Mask never plays against the wind.

Open the heavy document.

"Legend has it that Tymora and Benshaba made a bet for every soul born in the world. Lady Fortune flipped her coin and the Maid of Misfortune guessed heads or tails."

"If Beshaba guesses wrong, Tymora will generously grant the merry soul a lifetime of good fortune, but some say the Maid of Misfortune rarely loses in such a contest."

"Throughout history, only one man has escaped their cruel game - Cyric of Zhentil Keep."

"Even before he emerged as a mortal, Cyric possessed the will to refuse the mercy of fate and thus determine his own future. When his newborn soul came before the goddesses, he cast the silver coin of Tymora A beam of light made him invisible to them.”

"The goddesses did not see the coin fall, and the bet that determined Cyric's fate failed to determine the outcome. Therefore, he did not come into the world with any predetermined destiny, and his destiny would be created by himself."

"In the filthy slums of Zhentil Keep, the man destined to become a god took on mortal clothes for the first time. His mother, a beautiful bard as wise as Ogma, had already foreseen it in her dream. The greatness of her son. She hid the infant Cyric in the backstreets of this dark city without telling her husband, because his father was a leader of the Zhentil Army and a member of the Black Network, loyal to the gods. kindness.

"The God of Strife also foresaw Cyric's potential power. Out of fear for this only mortal unfettered by fate, he mobilized all the spies in the city in an attempt to strangle the child."

Mask was immediately attracted to the baby in the story.

What a baby this is!

In his infancy, his mother died under his father's sharp blade. As a child, Cyric killed the assassin with his bare hands and hid his body in the sewer. The blood of rats was his milk, and the fur of rats was his blanket, until At dawn the next day, the toddler returned to the light. His great divinity was not ignored. A Zambian wine merchant, Astolfo, soon discovered the divine nature that Cyric could not conceal. He adopted Gave him a luxurious life.

But Cyric has always despised luxury. He knew that his adoptive father and mother were just tools for him to return to the throne of gods, and they were also hypocrites who prevented him from returning to the throne of gods. After receiving twelve years of education, Cyric decided to tear up those families. Responsibility and the shackles of false family ties, his sharp wisdom will not be covered up by the pain of life. On the contrary, these things are just blunted thorns blocking the giant wheel.

He overcame all difficulties and skinned, cut and dismembered the bodies of his adoptive father and mother in the corners of the town.

Cyric embarked on his journey. It was his birthright to become a god. Now it is time to return to the throne of God.

"..." Maisk read "The Book of Shire", and his expression gradually changed. The eyes of the God of Thieves gradually changed from confusion to fanaticism, from caution to worship. Just like this book, Maisk Sk began to fully realize Cyric's divine nature.

He began to doubt.

In theory, he thought.

Cyric has always been a god, but he temporarily denied his divinity in order to become a god. So in effect, He is God.

Or, Mask continued to say to himself, theoretically, Cyric was not a god, but he became a god. In fact, He is still God.

He tried to continue thinking about it, and the contents of the Scriptures appeared in his mind so often that he completely believed them, but his mind did not honestly stop refuting his beliefs.

In theory, Cyric has always been a god, but he himself did not realize it. In fact, he is a god, always has been.

No, he thought, at least He wasn't God to begin with.

Theoretically, Cyric became a god because of AO and this great adventure. In fact, he is a god.

He is God, Mask thought.

The only true God in the universe.

Read the last chapter, Cyric's vision of the world.

The panic on Mask's face disappeared, replaced by resignation to his own fate. When he read the last sentence of the book, his body swayed like a poisonous snake attracted by the magician's flute: "This is Cyric , God of Strife, Prince of Lies. May his reign on earth and on Hades be long."

The God of Thieves collapsed in front of the book. His eyes were dim and he could only vaguely see the appearance of the Scripture. However, the confusion dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and Mask seemed to recognize it for the first time. The Prince of Lies.

"My king, my lord, my majesty."

The God of Thieves knelt down devoutly under the Shire Sutra. His expression was cloudy and uncertain, and the God of Thieves was conflicting in his heart.

Cyric is the king of murder, and all life in the world should fall under his feet.

Including me.

Me too.

The wavering on Mask's face gradually dissipated, and he lowered his head.

"Grrrr~ Mask, you're a bit too into the act."

After the lazy sound, the noisy tunnel suddenly shook, and then the surrounding area lit up.

The first thing that caught the eye was a pair of diamond-encrusted strappy high-heeled sandals, and then a group of shadows spun around, aiming at the panicked God of Thieves standing in front of the table.

A Miyu tube top, hanging collar, spiral pure black hip skirt cannot cover up the towering peaks and slender legs of the goddess of the night. The black gauze hip skirt wraps up Shar's exquisite figure. The slender waist was grasped and followed the graceful curve. In the one-step skirt formed by the energy of the falling shadow, the full full moon stood high, supporting an astonishing arc.

Under the tight summer skirt, the black, delicate and transparent gradient ultra-thin stockings are like a second layer of delicate skin, wrapping Sal's slender and well-proportioned legs. The snow-white leg flesh is faintly visible through the soft texture of the stockings, and as the The outline of the legs changes colors.

The thighs are transparent, with slightly shallow knee bends, and then gradually deepen along the well-proportioned calves, and finally show a hazy and seductive deep black at the bare feet. The rich color gradients fully display Sal's charming stockings legs, which are extremely alluring. .

"Shar!" Mask heard the noise and immediately escaped into the shadows: "What are you doing here?"

"Let me see Cyric's great invention." Shar's plump purple lips contained a strange charm.

A slender poison-coated blade flashing silver appeared in the hand of the King of Shadows.

Mask struck in an instant, his dark cloak covering his figure, but this did not affect Shar at all. The mysterious and cold Lady of the Night traced a black shadow with her fingers, grabbed the god's wrist, and pulled the dagger from He took it from his hand.

"Ouch?" Ms. Night said softly, "Since when did you like to take the initiative to confront the enemy?"

The second knife grazed the chest of the Night Goddess, leaving a slight scar. Shar went to grab Mask's other hand, but it was too late.

Shar's originally gentle and amusing eyes immediately turned cruel and vicious, and he covered his chest: "Mask! Are you serious?!"

The Shadow King easily escaped from Shar's control: "I won't let you do this! Obey my lord! Shar, he is the king of murder!"

"Have you had enough fun?" Shar said coldly: "Mask!"

The goddess of the night reached out and put her hand on Mask's head. A prison of shadows temporarily controlled the God of Thieves. The candlestick in Mask's hand fell to the ground. He himself also temporarily regained his sobriety because of the power from Shar. , and then covered his head in confusion, muttering words such as "He is God" and "He is not God".

Shar looked at Mask's painful look in shock. At this moment, the goddess of the night realized for the first time that what Aaron said was true!

Cyric really created an artifact that could control other gods!

Control the gods!

This power, isn't this power the same as AO?

Suddenly, a strong interest burst out in Shar's charming eyes. The goddess of the night took a look at the exquisite and small silver anklet hanging on her ankle - the Lasso of Mantra, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the Shiri Sutra.

Aaron's power word took effect immediately!

So, while reading the Book of Hiram, another story came to Shar's mind.

"In order to make everyone surrender, Cyric actually beautified this period of history. Sister Shar, you don't know... Cyric's true identity is Duck. He sold ditches in Zambia, and the Zambian businessman next door passed it down. ’s... The twelve years Cyric received education in Zambia were the twelve years he spent selling gouzi. Every time he walked, he would get bread and butter, and occasionally sweet wine and roasted leg of lamb. My trading partner, Ferrara, was authentic. The Taoist Zambian mercenaries are better than Cyric!"

"Many people can't believe that Cyric used to be a duck, but think about it, he is a penniless kid from Zhentil Castle with no special skills, how can he be favored by a wine merchant? In Zhentil Under the rule of Fort Benn, the distinction between classes and classes is extremely strict. Ah, just because he is a down-and-out bastard who is an officer and bard of Zhentil Fort? The wine merchant must adopt him and feed him? He must You have to pay something, don’t you think so? Isn’t this world’s capitalless business just selling ditches?”

"puff!"

Even Shar couldn't help laughing when she heard Aaron's voice. Lady Night covered her chest and held back her laughter. A pair of big white rabbits jumped up and down, showing that the goddess was holding back her laughter extremely hard.

I can't stand it any longer.

"Hahahahahahahaha~Aaron, you...hahahaha~" Shar laughed so hard that tears came out.

Although I don't understand where this unofficial history and strange "gouzi literature" come from, Aaron's whisper offset the effect of the "Hira". Shar was not controlled by the "Hira", just the opposite. Lady Night looked at it From the words of the Book of Herbs, Aaron's words will automatically come to mind.

Gouzi.

Cyric sold Gouzi.

Cyric earned twelve years of education by selling gouzi, was adopted by selling gouzi, and became a god by selling gouzi.

Besides, it seems to make sense?

Why else could he survive Zhentil Keep? Why was he adopted and got the best education? Why is it so favored by AO? Why did he drift away from Midnight and be disliked by the team members? Especially since Kelemvor, a model of good deeds, couldn't get along with him at all?

Because he sells ditches!

"Pfft hahahahahahahaha~" Shaer smiled charmingly.

Is this the method you use to fight against the Shire Sutra? Aaron, my brother?

This will dig up the foundation of Cyric's faith! Once this kind of Gouzi literature is used against the Scriptures of Cyril, Cyric's divine design will be irreversible, and he will really become the god of Gouzi!

Very good, vicious enough, despicable enough, I like it!

He is indeed the man I like!

Shar saw it and was about to reach out to the Shire Sutra.

However, at this moment, something changed in the Noisy Tunnel, and the flame of the candlestick that Mask dropped on the ground began to become unstable!

Oops!

The face of the goddess of the night suddenly changed.

Because of Mask's confusion and decline in divine power, his seal on the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif has weakened!

Kozev is on his way out!

Shar was not willing to fight against Kozif. He would not be willing to lose a hand like Tyr. The goddess of the night instinctively reached for the Shiri Sutra, but the artifact immediately tried to bite him, forcing Shar to withdraw her hand.

He is temporarily unable to control the artifact of the Siren Sutra.

Then I, Shar, can’t come here in vain!

Chakram took action, and the Disc of Night cut a big hole along Mask's chest. The divine blood spattered, and Shar directly poached the [Conspiracy] priesthood from Mask's body. While Kozev was not out of trouble, the Night Goddess floated away. And go.

If you get it, you’ll earn it!

[Conspiracy] Belong to me, you can solve the rest slowly by yourselves!

"Cackle, cluck, cluck~" The twisted and vicious laughter echoed in the noisy tunnel, and resonated with countless evil things to form a gorgeous movement~

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