Crown of Chaos

PS: I feel much better after a few days of rest. I will start to update from tomorrow. This book will be finished soon. I will finish the final battle with Shar in one go! This chapter of 5,000 words is sent first.

Aaron received extremely high-level treatment in the floating city. High-level archmages were demoted, ordinary legendary archmages bowed, and hundreds of legendary and quasi-legendary masters bent their waists and even knelt on one knee.

Archmages Iorum came in person.

However, such respect still did not meet everyone's psychological expectations, especially when Miss Charlotte thought, my brother is one of the eight gods of Nether, the Lord of Reincarnation, don't you mortals know any manners? Kneel down!

And me, the daughter of Amaunator, the holder of Karsus's cube, why don't you even react?

Only Zariel remained silent. The Supreme Duel Agent God of the Lord of Reincarnation understood Netherel.

At the most glorious moment of the Arcane Empire, the number of legendary archmages was as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river. Relying on the scrolls of Nether and the unlimited magic network, the Nether people ushered in an era of arcanists. The invention of Iolum's longevity technique gave the archmages almost unlimited lifespan.

Naturally, with almost unlimited lifespan and unlimited magic network, the archmages were all experts in committing suicide. Most of them had nothing to do every day and thought about making things happen, or fighting each other. Under the extremely high mortality rate, the number of archmages continued to rise.

Perhaps in the eyes of the archmages, Aaron, as the Lord of Reincarnation, was just a particularly strong existence who could invent magic by himself, like Iolum, but it was not so supreme.

The great arcanists took Aaron and others to a floating vehicle. It was more like an anti-gravity floating commercial vehicle than a carriage. Under the effect of arcane streamer, the commercial vehicle suspended in the air was as fast as a flying dragon.

Eleanor had never seen such a scene before. The pastor looked at it with interest, and the big dragon's eyes were shining, thinking about how to take this good thing for himself.

"The anti-gravity carriage is a heavy magic enhancement invented by Karsus, which is almost perpetual motion."

Charlotte introduced in a low voice: "The knowledge in Karsus's magic box~"

The big dragon Egil made waves of praise. The strange magic creations in the air, the singing fountains, and the dancing tree spirits, each of which aroused Egil's strong interest. Her amber eyes flickered constantly along the way. She found that this was completely different from what she imagined.

The big dragon did not expect that the more ancient things were, the more advanced they were. After the fall of Nether, thousands of years have passed, and the people on the surface have fallen behind a lot.

Aaron was also shocked by the scenery of the floating city.

After he crossed over, Cormier was mostly in the Middle Ages, but now what appeared in front of him was a cyberpunk Netheril-like limited version. This floating city was closer to the style of cyberpunk than he had imagined. What he saw was a series of ingenious floating buildings. They did not follow any physical laws at all, and even got rid of the restrictions of surface gravity. They stood on the floating city layer by layer, like a dream scene, so incredible and shocking.

The lower part of the city was an inverted giant peak, and the upper part of the city was like a floating pavilion, with countless aircraft and vehicles moving, and every corner exuded the light of arcane.

For example, a crystal faucet completely suspended in mid-air, with no layer carriers in front, behind, left, right, up, or down, but the faucet sprays a beautiful fountain upwards, and the huge vortex sprayed out blooms with brilliant colors like a rainbow under the sunlight. At the same time, this fountain can also dance in the changing water flow like a musical fountain, and play music accompaniment along with a singing sword next to it.

It seems that the great arcanists used magic to connect the water source on the surface, but in fact it is more brutal, because the water source of the faucet is actually directly drawn from the water element plane, purified and filtered by the magic filter before spraying out, and the water in the water element plane has a certain life force. If necessary, the great arcanists can immediately summon the water element lord from the faucet.

For example, a house was cast with the Toscudero space illusion. There are traces of animals flying on the neon light column rising from the roof, and there are also scenes of waterfalls, and poets reciting poems. At first glance, the posture is very high.

"Life is fifty years long, like a dream." Time and space are reversed, technology is disordered, Aaron couldn't help but sigh: "There is life and death, what regrets do warriors have?"

"Don't talk about life and death." Eleanor rolled her eyes at Aaron, and the pastor lady said unhappily: "You are already a god, why do you like to fall so much?"

"Haha, business is more important." Aaron smiled and nodded.

They arrived at the place soon.

The Great Temple of the Eight Gods of Nether stood above the phantom light in the sky and the rushing water, standing at the highest point of the floating city. The rectangular temple covering an area of ​​more than one square kilometer was purple-blue. Under the sun, it felt like a glass texture, but if you look closely, you can feel the horror of facing the dignity of gods from ancient times to the present, full of vicissitudes and sublime terrifying power.

"Magic box." Aaron said to Charlotte.

The eldest lady took out the magic box of Karsus. Charlotte hesitated for a moment and stuffed the magic box into the groove of the temple door according to Aaron's instructions.

At this point, High-level Arcanist Gareth no longer had any doubts. He asked Aaron and others to do what they wanted and quickly left with the others.

"Is this the Grand Arcanist? He looks pretty good." Miss Priest grabbed Aaron's sleeve suspiciously: "Tell me, Aaron, what era are you from? Are you really that Aaron - Salian? I seriously doubt that you came from somewhere else to replace that mediocre, cowardly and shy Aaron!"

"That's right! My brother has changed so much! Alice said so too!" Charlotte followed.

"Haha, is this important?" Aaron disagreed with this question: "None of you should like the me before, right? At that time, I was cowardly and shy. I was laughed at by the citizens outside for being the last Salian, and was praised by my father at home. I was scolded and tortured by my mother. Only my aunt and her family were kind to me. I was also a pure waste at that time. I had learned the sword for several years and was still just an apprentice warrior. "

"Are you showing off?" Zarrell also looked at Aaron with contempt.

"No, I'm just telling you that I was me then, and I am me now. I just didn't wake up at that time, that's all." Aaron told the truth: "The power I inherited is too powerful. So much so that my body couldn't bear it at that time. If I hadn't been forced to activate the power of Slaanesh in order to survive when I was on the verge of death, I might still be an incompetent person today. "

"Hehe, otherwise you wouldn't be my brother~" Charlotte smiled. She always seemed so happy and carefree.

Eleanor always admired Charlotte's lack of heart: "So what are we going to do next?"

"The Sun God Amaunata has always believed that he has a claim to the [Time] priesthood. Of course, he recognizes Mythril's control of [Time], so Amaunata needs to get her [Time] back at a suitable time. So he wants us to go back to the past."

"But God AO does not allow any magic related to time retrieval. Even some magic that goes back to the past is only allowed to inquire, record and copy, and is not allowed to have any impact on the timeline, so I can only do it. I will Proof forever.”

Aaron explained: "I will negotiate with the first goddess of magic, obtain the priesthood of [Time], and awaken the Temple of Time prepared by Amaunata, which is here. The entrance to the Temple of Time is here, and I will get [Time]. Afterwards, if this priesthood is stored in the Temple of Time, Amaunata will obtain [Time] from the Temple of Time in the future and become the Sun God."

"I don't understand." Zarrell, who had the worst brain, thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out: "Anyway, who are we going to fight?"

Aaron sighed: "If possible, I don't want to fight, but if there must be a fight, then I need your help."

After speaking, Aaron first grabbed Zariel's hand: "Among us, you are the only one who has not changed much, so it's up to you."

"Zariel, hold on tight to me. Once I open the Great Temple and enter the [Time] realm, the floating city's Myser energy core will be overloaded, and the city may fall. You must pay attention to your own safety." Aaron said to the remaining people. He ordered: "Stay in the great temple and don't fall."

"Hey, what about the floating city?" Eleanor asked.

"One or two cities, if they fall, they will fall. My brother only cares about the country and the sky~" The eldest lady didn't care.

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Opening the time realm, Zariel felt like he was in a dream.

In the field of time, there are three rivers of time, namely remembrance, confession, and forgetfulness. They are intertwined and together form time.

The unforgettable journey of remembrance has become a past that can only be appreciated, as painful as poison and as sweet as poppy.

The heartbreaking journey of confession has become a beauty that can only be remembered, as direct as a blade and as hot as a volcano.

The light clouds and wind on the road of forgetfulness have become bits and pieces that can only be forgotten, as sad as bitter wine, and melting like ice and snow.

"We always repent in recollection, forget in repentance, and reminisce in forgetfulness." Aaron whispered in Zarrell's ear: "This is the nature of time."

A magnificent scene appeared in front of me: layers of Byzantine-style white jade halls surrounded by green vines leading to an invisible end. The statues scattered in the halls were carved with famous beings that gradually decayed in the long river of time. , thousands of staggered white steps lead to everywhere, symbolizing the endless changes in the timeline, and the statues of the goddess of time, the first-generation magic network goddess Missriel, standing in the courtyard, are everywhere.

Her eyes were slightly closed, she was wearing an ancient Greek-style dress, a laurel wreath on her head, holding an hourglass in her hand to symbolize the passage of time, watching any possible changes under the blue sky.

Otherwise, the temple is empty.

"What to do next?" Zariel whispered: "Where to go?"

"...Strange." Aaron did not find Missriel or Amaunata in the Temple of Time.

According to his understanding, this temple should have been made by Amaunata.

He was about to observe the temple when thousands of colorful threads suddenly rolled up in the air and entangled Zariel's body tightly!

The angel of the blazing sky and the weak divine power planned to use their power, but Zariel just used his power a little, and the duel agent suddenly found that he could not move!

Her time was stopped and her power was completely useless!

The laws of God above God are still in effect, and any impermissible changes to the timeline are prohibited.

There were more and more threads, and they were getting denser. At this moment, a purple enchantress emerged from the shadows in the Temple of Time. She held a dark divine blade and slashed down on Zariel's face!

At this time, Zariel could not move at all.

Light magic, light of exile.

Aaron, who was in the shadow behind Zariel, finally took action. He summoned a rotating vortex of light, shattering the purple enchantress's magical blade on the spot and forcing the flying purple enchantress back.

The threads that bound Zariel finally came apart, and the Seraph Archangel looked angrily at the figure in the Light of Exile.

"Did you use the phantom priesthood to hide yourself in the shadow of the god?" The purple enchantress said with great interest: "Stop moving, Zariel, your power cannot be used here."

"I originally thought I would see Misriel here, but I didn't expect to see you here, sister Misty." Aaron appeared from behind Zariel: "You are Misriel from Ghost City. Silty, or Misty of Netheril?”

"Both." The purple enchantress Misty didn't seem to take Zariel seriously at all. She just continued to look at Aaron: "The Shadow Demonic Network has always been a part of the Demonic Network, so I am Missyreal. Part of it is the projection of the Demonic Network into the Shadow Demonic Network."

No wonder, Aaron thought, no wonder the names are so similar, Mysriel, Mysti, Myslin, Mystra.

"So you manage time?" Aaron thought something was wrong now: "Where is Shar?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Aaron." Princess Misty's expression gradually turned cold: "My Lord has given you many opportunities, Aaron, but you are still so stubborn. My Lord has told you time and time again to follow Su Lun. There is no future at all. You still chose to sit with that bitch Suellen in the Pantheon. You are so arrogant and rude. It’s time to teach you a lesson.”

"You are no match for me, call Shar here." Aaron motioned to Zarrell to retreat quickly.

In the very special place of the Temple of Time, apart from Mysti who can communicate with Mysriel, only Aaron, who has a permanent certificate, can use his power freely.

Zariel glanced at the confrontation between Aaron and Misty unwillingly, and the blazing angel quickly left the place and entered the river of time again.

Misty, the princess of Ghost City, did not stop Zariel's retreat. She continued to communicate with the power of the Temple of Time. Colorful threads wrapped around her and rose up to the sky, forming huge wings of light: "Shar asked me to destroy What will happen to you, Aaron, if you die here?"

After saying this, Misty immediately launched an attack, exploding thousands of magic missiles from her colorful wings, crashing down like a torrential rain!

Aaron's attack was equally swift.

Seven-ring magic—Chaos Flame Storm!

A colorful fire storm came out of his mouth. The burning rotating flame hurricane collided with the falling magic missiles, setting off huge waves in the Temple of Time. In the collision between the missiles and the flames, the two kinds of magic energy collided, offset, and exploded. A series of long The line, which was more than ten meters wide, moved and lit up the nearby Mythril statue.

The purple enchantress looked indifferent, and she increased her efforts. The rain of magic missiles became bigger and bigger, gradually overwhelming Aaron's chaotic flame storm, and the fire of chaos gradually moved in the direction of Aaron.

Aaron clicked his tongue, dodged away, and allowed the magic missile to smash half of the temple behind him. As soon as he spit it out, yellow-green bile formed a line in the air, exuding a stench and an aura of extreme physical discomfort. Pounce on the Princess of Shadow City.

Misty's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she subconsciously dodged away. She instinctively opened a dark gap and wanted to flash into the distance like Aaron.

However, a black hand in the darkness firmly grasped the princess of Ghost City.

"Well..." The Purple Enchantress found that she couldn't move, just like Zariel.

"Have you forgotten, Sister Misty, after defeating Rose, I also possess the [Darkness] priesthood." Aaron narrowed his eyes. He was not sure how much of the memories Misty still retained with him. At that time It was Shar or her: "I asked you to call Shar! You are no match for me, the princess of the City of Shadows, and Telamante understands it, don't you understand?"

"..." Misty remained silent.

"Telamante forgot who allowed him to escape the end of Nether's fall. He surrendered to Cormyr for the survival of the City of Shades."

From behind Misty, the figure of the night goddess Shar slowly stepped out: "This is his choice, not mine. I only want to do one thing."

"Kill you here, and then extinguish the brilliance of the sun forever." Shar said with a ferocious smile: "I know that the incarnation of the saint of Amaunata has also entered the long river of time. As long as he falls here, the sun will be extinguished. , the world will usher in eternal night.”

"...It seems we can't reach an agreement?" Aaron sighed: "I knew we were going to have a battle eventually."

"Yes, we must fight after all. This is the place I carefully selected. No one will disturb us, dear brother Aaron." Shar's beautiful face, which became more and more hideous and crazy, was filled with excitement and distortion: "Want to end the battle in heaven between my sister and me? Want me to surrender? Then defeat me and prove that you are stronger than me! Otherwise, I will never be your queen of gods! I will never form a paradise with you! If you don't stop me, Amaunator will die. In the long river of time, no one except you can stop me from killing Amaunator and extinguishing the sun forever!"

"This battle is a bet on heaven!"

Sorry for being late, thank you everyone!