Crown of Chaos

The moment Shar disappeared, the candle flames on the floor of the Noisy Tunnel suddenly exploded.

With a roar of pain, a puff of smoke rose from the candle, and the wavering cloud soon solidified into a more concrete shape - a mastiff, almost as big as a horse, its body covered with a layer of wriggling maggots. .

"Freedom!" Kozev howled: "Freedom!"

The rancid gas ejected from the mouth of the Chaos Demon Dog extinguished all the fires in the space. Saliva dripped from his drooping tattered tongue, leaving a small corroded hole in the cobblestones at his feet.

Kozev crouched on the ground when he saw Mask, and then jumped up.

The drooling teeth of the Chaos Demon Dog almost bit Mask, tearing a death roar from the throat of the God of Thieves.

Mask burst out with astonishing strength in extreme panic. He swerved and moved around, using a standard sliding shovel to dodge Kozev's flying attack. Two daggers slashed the Chaos Demon along Kozev's belly. Canine belly.

However, in the next scene, the God of Thieves was so frightened that he died.

There is no blood in the belly of the Chaos Demon Dog, but thousands of densely packed maggots!

As his stomach was cut open, the maggots spurted out of Kozev's stomach swarmed up and densely surrounded Mask. They gnawed at Mask's flesh, sucked the divine blood that Mask had shed when he was attacked by Shar, and then returned to the devil. on the dog.

The well-fed maggots squirmed and crawled on Kozif's rotting body, making him look much fuller.

The Chaos Demon Hound had been hungry for too many centuries and arched its body at the first taste of delicious flesh.

"Mask!" Kozev laughed happily: "What a coincidence?"

"Uh-huh~" Mask screamed and ran for his life. The God of Thieves knew that no matter what, what he had to do now was to escape from here!

"So this is your trick? Ha!" Kozev chuckled. "Catch me and put me in your neighbor's backyard - and then you can come in through the back door and steal everything, no doubt about it."

Kozif turned around, "I will fill my stomach in the kingdom and heaven and eat up the souls of the gods, but I will be the first to eat you, Mask!" The Chaos Demon Dog galloped over with paw prints. In the traces left behind by burning saliva.

"Ahhhhh~" Only bursts of screams and the howling of the Chaos Demon Dog were left in the void.

This hatred is tied to death.

Only the trembling Scripture of Cyril, which remains in the shadow of the noisy empty tunnel, tells the story of Cyric's divine essence.

…………

The Lasso of Mantra is activated!

"The Book of Heroes" has been published, Aaron's ditch literature should be broken!

Shar told Aaron that He was pleased with his work.

The city of strife will no longer be able to hold on.

Everything is according to plan.

Aaron stared at the fortress of bones in the distance, the throne of Hades.

"Continue the attack!"

The city of strife, the fortress of bones.

The battle continues.

Cyric retreated to the agate stone slab that served as the gate of the Skeleton Castle. He leaned against the stone wall and waved the Divine Disaster with all his strength. The dagger slashed a bloody path through the group of Chaos Warriors, but could not get any energy from it. Even after such a massacre, the Scourge was still as pale as a faded skeleton, and the voice that sounded in the mind of the God of Death was still weak and faint. hoarse. This is undoubtedly the work of Mystra. The slut used some means to prevent the disaster from digesting and swallowing the soul.

Remembering the goddess, Cyric began to curse, and her sword once again split the face of a Khorne hound in half.

The Diamond Walls were breached, Hades' guards were driven from their posts by their ghostly foes, and Death's murderous minions languished in fear in the face of Nurgle's plague until now.

The people of Hades huddled in every corner, hiding under anything that could provide them with shelter. This did not make them feel much better. The torrential rain summoned by Nurgle, the great demon Rangus-Rainfather, quietly flowed into their bodies. Brains, taking courage from their corrupted hearts.

"Your Majesty! Hades is in danger!" Jergo said, coming to Cyric's side. A Tzeentch wizard was attacking him. Six fire shock waves arrived one after another. The steward opened his cloak and wiped it out. The Tzeentch wizard's soul gasped briefly, and then melted in the palm of Yeager's hand.

"I know!!" Cyric snapped, "Someone must have planned this conspiracy! Mystra! Ogma! Tyr! These hypocrites, don't they know that the destruction of Hades also means The wall of the kingdom’s soul has collapsed? Why doesn’t anyone come to help me, why???”

The Prince of Lies stretched out his left hand and spread his fingers. A gust of wind suddenly blew through the vestibule of the castle. The bodies of both armies were annihilated by the wind. One of the armored Khorne warriors was originally directing the battle on the city wall, but the air flow caused him to move backward. Falling back, falling into the river of fear.

The cold wind of the Styx in Hades pushed His soul out of the armor along the gaps in the helmet, piece by piece.

The Lord of Hades killed 500 Khorne Warriors in an instant.

However, this is not what Jaeger wants. Jaeger wants the Lord of Hades to fight.

Cyric leaned against the door, casting this powerful spell that made him feel weak. He had no doubt that the war was proceeding according to the plans of Mystra and the others, that Zhentil Keep had failed - and that it was at a time when He needed their faith most to drive those damned fellows out of the gates of the Castle of Bones. when.

Up to now, believers of both high and low classes in Cyric's other churches are affecting his thoughts. The help and guidance they request may lead the God of Death's fragmented consciousness away from the city of strife. More , but ignoring their prayers may risk losing that faith.

The battle raged quickly as Khorne's forces retreated, filling the vestibule once more. Cyric's men failed to cheer up when they saw their master. They stepped over the wind-scattered bones of their companions and stumbled towards Cyric.

"Save us, great master!" they shouted, "the enemy's rainstorm is wandering in the city! Our walls are going to collapse!"

As for the "Heritage", which Cyric had high hopes for, his clone did not dare to go there at all.

Because the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif is wandering in the Noisy Tunnel.

A strong sense of frustration surged into Cyric's heart.

"Ah," Cyric murmured to himself, "the gods have now revealed their true nature and reached an agreement with Kozev." He suddenly shouted angrily, "They wear the mask of purity and honor, but behind their backs they He has the face of a killer!"

"Your Majesty, this is your choice." Yeager whispered: "I respect you very much, but you must fight to save Hades, please."

These soothing words failed to enter Cyric's mind, and his thoughts were controlled by a furious storm, flitting from one consciousness to another, keeping them away from the truly important task.

Bloody revenge is the only thing Cyric can think of. Mystra and Mask, Tom and Ogma, they will eventually kneel before him. He would make the Council of Gods boycott them, humiliate them, strip them of their priesthood - and then He would kill them one by one...

Just as the Prince of Lies was immersed in the imagination of this revenge, the crystal floor began to crack, and the wall of bones began to tremble and shake.

The Great Daemon of Khorne is crashing against the palace gates!

"Your Majesty, you must turn your attention back to the country," Jergo requested. "You must allocate some strength to stabilize the castle, otherwise it will be too late!"

Jaeger finally showed an anxious look.

However, it was this look that aroused Cyric's deeper suspicion.

"Perhaps you can explain to me the rebellion at court, Jergal," Cyric said. He turned around and grabbed the steward's face, "What benefit did Mystra give you—could it be a new title? Do you want to become a new god?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty," Jergal said, shaking off Cyric's control. "The purpose of my existence is to serve the master of the Castle of Bones."

"Ah, I understand!" An ominous clarity flashed in Cyric's eyes, and the room stopped shaking. "If you are willing to serve anyone sitting on this throne, then you are not just loyal to me." He grinned: "So, you are a traitor! You rebelled again!"

After speaking, Cyric raised the Calamity Sword, and the mummy of Yeager trembled under the strange blade.

Baal fell under the Sword of Divine Disaster, and Laila also fell under the Sword of Divine Disaster.

The dagger glowed sickly in the flames of the soul, its skeletal pallor turning into the gloom of twilight shadows.

When Cyric raised his sword and prepared to kill the traitor, the Calamity Sword let out a painful cry: "No! Master, no! You cannot kill your only loyal servant, no!"

"What?" Cyric was stunned by the words of the Divine Calamity Sword. The Lord of Hades screamed and shouted: "What is the only loyal servant?! Translate for me, what is the only, loyal, servant? What? FMD, it’s called, the only loyal servant!!!”

"There is indeed a traitor by your side." The Calamity Sword painfully begged Cyric for forgiveness: "But it's not Jaeger, it's not him, it's... me!"

The Prince of Lies stared at the dagger, turning it over and over, looking at it from different angles.

"What are you hiding from me, Divine Disaster?"

He said slowly and lowly, "The identity of the traitor?"

"Yes." Sword Spirit replied, her voice became more masculine, slimy and hoarse, "I understand now what a mistake this was, but I did help other gods plan to rebel against you. I'm sorry, Murder King, my master!”

"Impossible!" Cyric shouted, "I broke your will after I took you away from the Black Oak. I was still a mortal at that time, but I defeated you in a spiritual confrontation. You cannot betray me. .”

"Before that, you have never defeated me." Divine Calamity said with shame: "Because I am Mask, I became a sword, my majesty."

Cyric looked stunned.

Fake, fake again.

I have been deceived. I, the majestic Cyric, the King of Three Crowns, the supreme power of the kingdom, the only omniscient and omnipotent true god in the multiverse, have been deceived?

“Hmph~hum~hum~ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Cyric's roar of pain echoed throughout the Strife City.

"Liar! Liar!!!" Cyric raised the Calamity Sword into the air. He placed one hand on the tip of the sword and the other on the hilt.

Mask realized what Cyric wanted to do, and the God of Thieves screamed: "No! Don't, don't ah ah ah! If this happens..."

Click.

The more my enemies try to stop me, the more it means I'm doing the right thing.

Cyric never trusted anyone again.

With an angry scream, he broke the Divine Disaster into two pieces.

A blue-white ball of light emerged from the break of the dagger. The light hovered in front of Cyric like fairy fire, dancing along the edge of the blade. But after a moment, it expanded, and the entire throne room was filled with light. Filled with its splendor; the explosion crushed Death's trophies and shattered the throne built of misguided martyrs.

"I'm sorry, Master!" Mask's trembling voice was full of regret: "I should have told you earlier! If I had read the Scripture earlier and realized your greatness before everything became too late, I never should have I lied to you!"

"But..." The God of Thieves knelt down on his knees, holding his head: "I hid Kelanvor, in the sword."

The Calamity Sword shattered, and Mask's incarnation was wiped out. The God of Thieves dissipated painfully on the spot. Before turning into smoke, Mask was still begging Cyric for forgiveness.

The broken fragments of the Divine Disaster Sword completely tore apart Cyric's sanity. This move by the God of Hades caused him to completely lose control of the Hades. After losing the Divine Disaster Sword, all the undead kings and every branch of the Hades Neither the army, nor his most loyal servant Jaeger, feared Cyric's power anymore.

We rebelled!

"vomit!"

Countless voices in Cyric's heart screamed their dissatisfaction and told their anger. The Prince of Lies stared at his own shadow in fascination, trying to figure out everything strange, but he couldn't; there were too many things tearing apart his mind, consuming his attention, and out of his control.

The Prince of Lies knelt down and vomited. The third crown, the crown of the Lord of Hades, came out of his mouth. He stretched out his hands in vain, but could not grasp this crown that belonged to him.

Opposite him, the soul of a tall, middle-aged warrior appeared in front of Cyric.

He has long black hair and stubble on his lips. He is tall and wearing a pair of cheap high leather boots, rough trousers, a sleeveless white coat and a brown cloak.

He is not handsome, and his chiselled face is full of vicissitudes of life. His facial contours are very stiff, and his eyes contain primitive animality. He was once a lycanthrope, and as long as he makes a kind and selfless act, he will temporarily He lost his mind and turned into a bloodthirsty cheetah. He always carries a heavy burden and tries to use all his good deeds to make up for the crimes he committed when he lost his reason.

Maybe some people think he is very handsome, such as Midnight, the beautiful little mage from the deep valley.

Some people think that this face is a symbol of the most disgusting, despicable, despicable and bastard in the world, such as Cyric from Zhentil Castle.

When he saw this face, Cyric's breath was suffocated. It was obviously a powerful god, but the Prince of Lies showed a fearful look, especially when he saw the crown of Hades falling into his hands.

The fearful look stayed on Cyric's face for a moment, and then the Prince of Lies sneered.

"Klenvor, are you here to die?"

"The time has come, Cyric." Kelemvor, who only had his soul left, said in a low voice, "I'm here for revenge, you black-hearted bastard!"