Crown of Chaos

Kelanvor, who had been imprisoned by Mask for 10 years, still maintained his enthusiasm. Apparently he was not used to becoming a god. The two came to the diamond city wall and looked down at the thousands of Hades. Thousands of undead are groveling before their new masters.

Aaron was surprised by the power of Hades. Apparently because of Cyric's madness, most of the undead in Hades were unwilling to fight for Cyric, otherwise the 180,000 Chaos army he had recruited would not have been able to break through so quickly. city ​​wall. .

"For the past 10 years, I have been trapped in the Divine Calamity Sword by Mask." Kelanvor and Aaron introduced: "No matter what your motives are, from an objective point of view, you have saved me. I want to tell you thank."

"I'm not the one you should be thanking."

Aaron looked at Jaeger, who was standing behind Kelanvor, looking like a humble servant and harmless to humans and animals: "It's him."

Kelanvor's pupils shrank slightly, and the new god of death immediately turned around.

All he saw was the groveling Jaeger with a humble look on his face: "It was Hades that chose the noble you, Your Majesty Kelanvor, we humble servants are like stars surrounding the sun."

"I don't know how to become a god better than anyone else." Kelemvor said a little frustrated: "I really need your help, Jaeger, and I hope that the relationship between us can maintain harmonious coexistence."

"As you wish, my Majesty." Yeager continued to bend, showing a cold obedience: "We have a new guest."

"Do you need me to handle it, my lord?"

"Deal with what?"

"Visiting from the Pantheon," Jergal replied calmly, "Do you want me to open the door to the gods?"

Kelanvor nodded, and the mysterious steward immediately disappeared, and then reappeared in front of the huge gate of the City of Strife.

Kelemvor could feel Jergal's movements as he gently touched the door of terror. The hearts of the cowards trembled at the terrible deeds they had done before. Few things could prevent the passage of one god, let alone three. Bit.

But now, their mission is accomplished. At Jercol's silent request, the door opened.

A huge blue-white phoenix flew high above the city. It was Mystra. Magical light rained down from her body, dispersing the darkness and despair hidden in every corner of this ruined city. The breeze she brought extinguished the flames that were still burning in the city, and her loud laughter made the cruel things that preyed on the dead retreat into their caves.

Tom and Ogma followed Mystra, their bodies shining with a light that no one dared to look directly at. Their walk left a trail of firelight over the cemetery.

When the three gods stopped in the abandoned atrium of the Castle of Bones, the two flames still lingered in the sky of the realm of the dead, like a pair of banners celebrating Cyric's defeat.

Kelemvor jumped down from the city wall and came to Mystra. She looked almost exactly as he remembered - slender and elegant, with long black hair hanging from her shoulders, and a smile on her plump lips. Only her eyes had changed. They were blue and white, shining with the power of the magic network.

"Midnight..." Kelanwo looked at his lover lovingly.

"Kai..." The magic goddess looked at Kelanwo, who was already dead, in ecstasy.

Aaron and Eilistraee took the initiative to give up their positions.

"Why don't you become the God of Death?" Eilistraee was still struggling with this question: "As long as you become the God of Death, you will be a powerful god, which will give us the greatest advantage in the war against our mother."

"My path is not the path of death that Yeager wants." Aaron pursed his lips at Yeager's mummy: "Do you think that Hades chose Kelemvor?"

"Isn't it?" Eilistraee opened her big and bright eyes: "Hades abandoned Cyric and chose Kelemvor."

"Wrong, it was Yeager who abandoned Cyric and chose Kelemvor." Aaron said meaningfully: "Actually, there is one and only one decisive factor in who will be the king of Hades."

"That's the mummy."

After this battle, Aaron finally understood.

In the past, Cyric was able to secure his position as the King of Hades entirely because Cyric controlled the Slayer Priest and had the Scourge Sword, a thing that could kill Jaeger, so Jaeger always stood still and waited for the opportunity.

Until the moment when Cyric was deprived of the priesthood of killing and broke the Scourge Sword, Cyric no longer threatened Yeager, so the ancient god of death began his own actions: deposing Cyric and supporting Kelemvor .

After Shar obtained the Conspiracy Priesthood, she also told Aaron a crucial piece of information.

"Actually, the sovereignty of the underworld is always in the hands of Jaeger. He can give it to whomever he wants. Jaeger was the first god of death to realize the danger of the priesthood of [the dead], so he voluntarily gave up his position as the god of death and turned to work behind the scenes. Control everything.”

Yeager just lent this seat to a destined person to sit in. He is the real landlord of Hades.

While still thinking, Thom came to Aaron. The God of Loyalty and Courage said with a stiff expression: "Let me introduce myself, I am Thom. The Pantheon is discussing the matter of granting you the crown of killing. Can you?" Would you like to go with me?"

"Of course I want to go to the Pantheon." Aaron saluted to Thom: "But I find it strange why Kelemvor can directly become the King of Hades, but I must obtain the consent of the High Council of Gods to obtain the Crown of Killing. ?”

"Only AO can grant a mortal priesthood. When AO is absent, the High Council of Gods will act in the name of AO." Thom said stiffly: "We cannot defy AO's will, but in your matter, we still It needs to be decided by the High Council of Gods.”

"Very good." Aaron closed his eyes, indicating that he had nothing to say.

"There is one more thing we want to know from you." Thom continued to ask: "About that book."

"Heritage!" Aaron smiled.

The two parties agreed on this.

"But before that, let's enjoy this tranquility for a while." Thom smiled and signaled that Aaron didn't need to be so anxious. The God of Duty took out a bottle of Heavenly Mountain's angel wine and handed it to Aaron: "Thank you. , Aaron! On behalf of the three gods of justice and all the souls in the entire kingdom, thank you!”

Solemn chants flowed above the diamond walls and across the waters of the River of Dread, and Jergal appeared beside Kelamvor, almost as if he had been brought to the castle by the mournful songs.

The shadowy steward's gloves held a blank parchment scroll. Before Jergal opened his mouth, Kelemvor knew that it was time for him to take on the responsibility of judging the dead.

Soldiers, mercenaries, and ailing old merchants—the hypocrites and the unbelievers—came to the realm of the dead to hear the verdict of their fate.

When the first ghost shuffled into the courtyard, Kelemvor's eyes turned to the decaying Skeleton Castle. With a sudden thought, he transformed the twisted tower into a beautiful crystal spire, for a man who didn't want to hide anything from his followers. For the God of Death, this palace couldn't be more suitable.

From this day forward, the courts of Kelemvor began to glow with clear, shining walls, becoming a symbol of law and mercy in the plains of Hades. All who see this spire will understand that justice has finally come to the realm of the dead.

…………

Pantheon, Pole Star Camp.

Eleven high gods gathered in the Pole Star Camp.

War King Tempus appeared first, followed closely by the new Death God Kelemvor and his lover Mystra, the third-generation magic goddess. The lovers who reunited after 10 years are now savoring the joy of a little separation rather than a wedding. However, compared to the sweet-looking Mystra, Kelemvor had a somewhat sad face - from the moment he became the King of Hades, he had to attend to the trials of hundreds of undead tribunals at the same time, which made it difficult for Kelemvor to concentrate. .

Working as a worker in the underworld is hard, especially since Kelanwo is a very responsible guy.

Then there is Talos, the Storm King, and Shar, the goddess of the night, who governs loss and all things that people dare not do openly. For these two gods, Aaron looks forward to their support.

Chantia, goddess of the harvest, and her consort Lathander, Lord of the Morning, descend in a flash of golden light.

And Suni, the goddess of love, whose beauty cannot be matched by anything in the world, appeared in a flame as red as her hair.

Silvanus, the god of trees and father of nature, appears together with the scholar Ogma, the god of wisdom.

In the end, Tyr, who is still without eyes, presides over the High Council of Gods, and he will also cast a crucial vote.

One reason why the resurrected Bane did not appear at the High Council of Gods is because Bane's strength has not been fully restored. Even as long as Bane does not take [Dispute] back from Aaron's body for a day, he will never be able to regain his powerful divine power.

Secondly, Bane’s understanding of the existing priesthoods [Fear] and [Hate] is not as good as that of a certain dog-headed god sitting on the brass throne. The two sides competed, and Bane unfortunately lost. In the end, the god of tyranny’s power stabilized at a medium level. The peak of divine power.

And the position that belonged to Cyric also became Kelanvor's.

After losing four crowns in a row, Cyric's strength has dropped to medium divine power. However, even if Cyric still has strong divine power, the King of Lies will never participate in such a high divine council.

Now Cyric has become a frightened bird after being seriously injured.

There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me.

The gods are waiting in the pole star camp. They will create a new powerful divine power for this battle that starts from the Sea of ​​the Moon and goes all the way to the endless wilderness, the city of strife, the kingdom of Hades and the tunnel of chaos. The final judgment was made in the battle with two powerful divine powers, which caused Shamu to become the God of Instant for 1 hour and 22 minutes and the unlucky Mask to lose his priesthood.

Should [Killing] be awarded to hot men?

A hot blue man who single-handedly stirred up the entire country and changed history.

Aaron Salian.

The call for the High God Council was issued again. After confirming that only 11 high gods were in place, Tyr began to scan the camp.

Under Tyr's empty gaze, Tempus reluctantly put down the telescope, Sune reluctantly moved her gaze away from the mirror, Talos was still tearing at the edges of the parchment, and Shar was playing with herself. new toys.

Everything became silent, and only the crisp sound of leather boots hitting the ground in the Pantheon could be heard reaching the ears of many powerful gods.

Aaron showed up.

"The Anointed One has appeared." Tyr cleared his throat, and the God of Justice pointed at Aaron with his stump: "Everyone, please cast your precious vote."

"Do you accept Aaron Salian as the new [King of Killing]?"

…………

In the center of the noisy tunnel, a tunnel abandoned by hope, Cyric woke up.

The laments, despairing cries and heart-broken sobs of all mortals in the kingdom will eventually come to this lonely place.

The wind blows through the endless maze, distorting the mournful sounds, mixing them into a weird symphony, and composing crazy chords.

As Cyric rose from the smooth floor, he realized that a shadow - his own shadow - was following him.

Darker than its gloomy surroundings, it imitated the actions of the fallen god without sharing his form.

Draconion left the mark of the original demon on Cyric's body. The scars on his face and abdomen were so deep that no amount of magic could restore them.

The wound was always bleeding.

However, the shadow is unaffected by these imperfections and its contours are smooth and perfect.

In the overgrown garden of Cyric's heart, the shadow's voice whispers words of comfort - at least, these gentle words do seem to come from the black shapes behind him, the chatter of believers and the cold and sharp words of countless selves. Complaints made it difficult for Cyric to confirm this.

Before he could think about the idea further, another thought flashed through his mind, leading him to something more important.

There is a new kingdom to be built.

After all, Cyric is still a god—the god of lies and deceit, the lord of murder.

That being the case, He deserves a suitable palace to house his followers, as well as a treasury to store the spoils of war after defeating Mystra and the Council of Gods.

With a wave of Cyric's rotting hand, a fortress began to take shape in the howling darkness. But as soon as the foundations appeared in the tunnel and the first black stones were erected, the shape of the fortress changed to adapt to Cyric's changing wishes. The castle became a lone tower, tall and twisted, until eventually it took the shape of a crystalline pyramid.

Here the Lord of Lies can plot his revenge against the traitors who usurped the City of the Dead.

But when the fawning voice in Cyric's head reminded him that Mystra was only following her instructions to start a revolution in the City of Strife, even the pyramids disappeared.

He no longer had to waste time judging those damned souls, listening to their pretentious excuses, and inflicting weak punishments set by gods who had no talent for cruelty so many years ago.

No, it was Cyric who forced them to take over that disgusting place, who placed the title of Death around the others' necks like a strong shackle.

The Pantheon are a bunch of puppets, playing the roles Cyric has assigned them, as they always have been.

"Who are you?" Cyric asked the flattering voice.

Only then did he realize that this voice had been there for a long time.

"Strictly speaking, I may have no meaning to any life, or I am the most important existence in the multiverse, and who I am is not important to you, or it may be very important, and I have something you may need. Something that is probably very unnecessary.”

"Who knows what you're talking about!" Cyric roared: "Who are you? Why do you appear in my mind?"

"Oh ho ho ho ho~ So the gods of Kingdom Tianyu are just like that. Their brain structure is too simple, so that they all live like mortals and can't even think about the least complicated things~"

"What can the God of Knowledge understand? Wait, what is understanding? Does this knowledge really exist? What is knowledge and how should it be defined? Does time or matter define knowledge? Or does it only exist in emotion? Motive?" The flattering voice said with a sly smile: "The only thing I can be sure of is that, putting aside the conspiracy and ignoring the illusion, the only thing I believe is... you are a loser, hahahahaha~ You are an out-and-out loser. loser!"

"However, change is a good thing. Who can define failure? Who can continue to win? What exactly is failure?"

"Ho ho ho ho ho~" The maniacal laughter continued: "Maybe, maybe, probably, almost, you need my help? I really want to see the scene in your mind."

"You just have to do one tiny thing - let us in."

In the center of the noisy tunnel abandoned by hope, Cyric began to laugh.

The world is doomed, but it continues to function.

"Just what I wanted."

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