People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

It feels amazing to put on "new clothes".

Tang Sen can indeed feel the invisible clothes he is wearing, and under the influence of this clothes, everything about him is incompatible with this world but intersects with each other.

There is no doubt that in this state, even if you stand in front of the goddess of magic, the other party will not be able to detect you at all. Of course, this does not mean that you are invincible, because your body can still interact with the world. Interaction.

In other words, even if the opponent cannot sense your position, range attacks can still hit you.

Moreover, he cannot use any extraordinary abilities.

After all, "New Clothes" is a characteristic, which means that the status of Tang Sen's other extraordinary characteristics is not higher than that of "New Clothes". If other extraordinary characteristics are used, "New Clothes" may also be affected. Invalid.

However, even without the use of extraordinary abilities, Tang Sen felt that it was enough with his own physical fitness and the preparations he had made before the plan.

Through some small means, Arthur quickly understood his situation, and deeply understood what obedience means - this guy has no loyalty at all, but his obedience is actually very high, provided that the other party confirms that he is facing What kind of person.

But the troublesome thing is that this guy really can't pretend to have the look that Tang Sen needs, let alone look like a hero. Ignoring his appearance, anyone can clearly see the engraved look on his face. Marrow cowardice.

It's even more difficult for him to speak lines. His tone is always humble.

Fortunately, there are no solutions to these problems.

The situation in Faerûn continues to deteriorate. News has come that a team of adventurers from the star realm broke into Sayre and besieged Sayre's supreme regent, Mage Sazastan. The specific result is unknown, but since that day Since then, Sazastan has disappeared, and the entire Seldon has fallen into civil strife. All the chief red-robed mages are attacking each other, and the devils who support them are enjoying a feast of desire.

Even some gods got involved, trying to earn divinity through this civil war.

Such civil strife naturally affected other places, such as Ximen City on the Dragon Coast.

Not all red-robed mages are obsessed with the barren land of Sere. Some red-robed mages are trying to extend their tentacles to other places, and the devil's help fuels their ambitions. Therefore, a team led by the chief The red-robed mage led the army, with Ser Knight as the main body and mixed with devil soldiers. The army opened the portal and began to cross the Sea of ​​Fallen Stars and head towards Ximen City.

People in Ximen City were in panic, and the priests and paladins of the temple rushed outside the city every day to resist the advance troops that had wandered over.

However, it was clear that they could not hold out for long.

After all, the gods don't have that much energy to pay attention to Ximen City now. In fact, the entire world of Toril has turned into a mess. The most chaotic thing is near Neverwinter City. The prelude of the divine war has become more and more intense. Those who were originally The gods who have hatred for each other, especially the followers of Selun and Shar, have been fighting to the point of losing their minds, which has formed a complex chain reaction.

The gods with the war priesthood were extremely happy. For them, the benefits brought by the divine war to the priesthood were much greater than the bloody battle in the endless abyss, so they began to invade Faerûn aggressively, which led to peace-related wars. The gods had to take action to prevent the war gods from becoming more powerful.

The chain reaction made it impossible for onlookers to watch, like a net, forcing the gods to end one after another. With the city of Neverwinter as the center, a chaotic war began that even the gods could not figure out the entire cause and effect.

Of course, it is still a war between believers. The most intense one is the arrival of the incarnations of certain gods. For the time being, there has not been a collision between the kingdoms of gods and the fall of gods.

And all this is too far away for ordinary people.

Bekas ran quickly on the streets of Ximen City. The bustling streets in the past were now very withered. People with a little more ability had fled further away, even though they knew that the world would be ruined before Neverwinter City. Nowhere is safe.

And Bekas is obviously not among those who can escape.

He is only at the bottom of Ximen City. His father was once an adventurer, but he died during an adventure. His mother is disabled and only makes a living by weaving and selling fishing nets. And he is far from the age to stand alone and can only do some things on the streets. A small job selling goods.

Going around the most run-down neighborhood, there were more people. They all looked frightened and ran in the opposite direction.

Becas heard the word "devil" from their shouts.

He has never seen the devil, but he has heard of this evil creature in stories. People like Becas have never thought of encountering the devil in their lives.

Fear naturally arose in Becas's heart.

His steps stopped, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth and ran forward quickly against the flow of people.

Ahead was the direction of home. Everyone was running away, but he knew that his mother couldn't run away. She would be waiting for him at home as usual.

An acquaintance neighbor discovered Becas and quickly grabbed him, shouting: "Don't go any further, a devil is coming to the city!"

Becas shook him off hard: "My mother is still at home!"

"It's no use if you go! You're just going to die."

But Becas's back had disappeared into the crowd.

Bekas didn't know if such a thing was useful. The neighbor's approach might be rational, but Bekas couldn't be rational. He didn't know where the courage came from to make him run towards the inevitable place of death without hesitation. Finally, until there was no one around, Becas heard a roar that he had never heard before.

He also saw what the devil looked like.

Those guys hovering in the sky have bat-like wings and are very small, smaller than the size of the underage Becas, but the red skin, the horns on the top of their heads, and the tail with a stinger make Becas clear I know that these things are fundamentally different from myself.

He didn't know that it was a little devil from the ninth level of purgatory, a creature with a challenge level of only 1 - but he felt chilled in his heart.

The pure, evil aura exuded by this creature made his teeth tremble.

He could only try to hide in the shadow of the eaves and move cautiously towards his home. Fortunately, the evil guys didn't seem to notice him. In short, he opened the door smoothly.

"Becas?"

There was a faint sound from inside the house. Becas quickened his pace and saw his mother lying on the ground, trying to raise her head.

It seemed that he was frightened and fell to the ground. He was unable to get up due to difficulty in moving.

"Mother."

Becas quickly helped her up, and as usual, he used his small body to try his best to bear her weight, so that she could sit in front of the table.

"I hear people outside talking about the devil. Has this day finally come?"

"It's okay." Becas just comforted: "I saw those things, what devils, they are not scary at all."

He patted his chest and said: "They are all little guys. Those people are too exaggerated. If they take up arms, those devils will be driven away soon."

The woman touched Becas's face and said, "I know that my child is the bravest."

She paused, feeling the trembling body of the child in front of her, and said, "Run quickly, don't worry about me."

"I'll take you with me!" Although Becas' face was pale, his eyes were firm.

"I can't leave." The woman forced a smile: "There are two silver coins hidden in the bottom corner of the kitchen cabinet. I wanted to leave them for you to become an apprentice to the butcher. Take them away and leave Ximen City."

These last words angered Becas. He threw the woman's arm away forcefully and roared like a lion cub: "I'm not going anywhere!"

He quickly turned around, entered the kitchen and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"Becas!" The woman's tone became serious: "Listen to me! Now is not the time to act like a child!"

Becas clenched the knife in his hand.

"Mom," he said, "from the moment my father died, I was no longer a child."

"If any devils come in, I'll let them know that Simon's men are not to be trifled with."

If a devil like that just tried his best, he might be able to kill two...or one?

In short, if they break in through the door or window, I will take the opportunity to cut off their tail, which seems to be their most threatening part.

Just as he finished saying this, the sound of laughter suddenly came from outside.

Becas could not understand the language of those devils, but he was sure that those devils were surrounding his doors and windows, and their voices seemed to be ringing in his ears.

They had clearly discovered themselves just now, and they were now outside the door——

These evil creatures just want to play a trick on themselves.

Indescribable fear enveloped Becas, making him want to drop the knife and run away, but when he looked at his mother, his eyes instantly turned red again.

"Go to hell!"

He followed the sound and pierced the window with the knife in his hand.

The sounds outside suddenly stopped.

Becas felt that he had been stabbed. He could imagine that the sharp blade penetrated the evil creature's body. The playful look on the other party's face still remained on the face, but the breath of life had begun to flow from the body. Before death, it You must not believe that you will die in the hands of a human child, no, a human man!

This fantasy made Becas so excited that he couldn't help but stick his head out and look out the window.

Then he met a pair of red pupils.

"laugh--"

He saw the little devil's grin, and also saw that his blade had indeed struck. The blade, which was usually sharpened diligently and cut meat very easily, pierced the little devil's chest, barely breaking a layer of skin.

In such a stare-down, the slender tail behind the little devil slowly lifted up, and the stinger was aimed at Becas.

Becas yelled, and couldn't help but take off the blade in his hand, and sat down on the ground.

Then, the little devil breaks in through the window!

Bekas could clearly see the movements of the other party. He saw the windows in his home that were covered with paper because he had no money to buy glass, tearing open and the other party's red body entering his home little by little. He could see everything clearly, but he found that he couldn't move.

This. Is this the devil?

How could it be possible to resist such a creature?

Fear was like a mountain, eroding Becas's heart.

But at this moment, a scream broke Becas's sluggishness, and a figure rushed over from behind, directly throwing the little devil to the ground.

"Run!"

That was the mother's scream. Somehow this disabled woman burst out with such huge strength that she actually pressed the little devil to the ground.

Becas saw his mother's desperate look in his eyes. He shuddered suddenly, rolled over and climbed up, but instead of running away, he roared and rushed towards the little devil.

He was simply crazy, using his fists, knees, and even his teeth to try to kill the little devil.

But an irresistible force came, and both he and the woman were knocked away.

The little devil flew up again, unscathed, with a hint of helplessness on his face. He turned his head towards his companions outside the window and chattered in Abyssal language.

"Get away! Get away!"

Becas no longer had the energy to pay attention to the devil's expression, he just roared instinctively.

However, as if a miracle happened, the little devil actually flew out.

Before Becas could react, suddenly, huge noises came from the street outside.

Boom! Boom!

It's footsteps.

It definitely didn't sound like human footsteps, but more like a huge creature like an ogre.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then, the door was directly smashed open, and the creature stood at the door against the light.

He almost reached the ceiling, his body was covered with hard scales like iron sheets, and his huge wings could not be extended and could only be folded.

He still had some courage to face those little devils just now, but the never-before-seen ferocious and terrifying image of the huge creature in front of him almost broke Becas's psychological defense.

He opened his mouth and slumped to the ground.

A warm embrace came from behind, and my mother's voice sounded in my ears: "Becas, don't be afraid."

"I'm with you."

She whispered softly:

"On this day, the hero of salvation came. Devils and demons were frightened by his name. Gods also bowed their heads to him. His golden hair was like the blazing sun, and his arms were like harbors. In the name of a hero, he stood and swept the world. In the face of the waves, the sea calmed down because of him, and the war between gods ended because of him. He is the only savior of mortals and the last human king. When everyone stands behind him, a new century has arrived."

Bekas knew that this was the prophecy of salvation.

This is also the reason why people at the bottom of the world have not completely despaired when facing annihilation. However, he also knows that he probably has not seen the emergence of so-called heroes.

He moved his head, and finally felt like a child, feeling his mother's embrace with all his heart.

Maybe death will come next moment, but Bekas no longer thinks about it.

But death never came.

What came instead was the chaotic roar of the devils.

Bekas couldn't understand Abyssal, but he could completely feel the fear in the devil's tone.

Can the devil also be afraid?

Because of this question, Bekas raised his head again and looked at the door. He saw the little devils flying chaotically all over the sky, and the huge devil exited his house step by step, heading in a certain direction, fearfully Prone on the ground, shivering.

Can such a powerful demon be afraid?

Bekas really couldn't imagine what kind of existence could make this big devil have no courage to resist or even escape. He could only act like the humblest goblin——

Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.

"On this day, the hero of salvation comes, and devils and devils are frightened by his name——"

Becas felt himself trembling uncontrollably. He stood up and stumbled towards the door, his head already involuntarily poking out the door.

At the end of the long street, a slender figure stood.

Becas saw his long golden hair shining in the sun, and then his vision became blurry.

"Mom, the prophecy really came true."

He murmured and fell to his knees: "That must be the prophesied hero."

The man with long blond hair walked over slowly. He obviously didn't make any movement, but the big devil was directly knocked away by the invisible force, flying straight to a place where he couldn't see it.

"Are you guys okay?"

A gentle and magnetic voice sounded, and Becas raised his head and saw a face covered with a golden mask.

The hero stood in front of him. He stood very straight, displaying his majestic, artistic body to the fullest. This body was bathed in the sun. Miraculously, Becas felt that his heart was also bathed in the sun. .

"It's okay."

He turned over and stood up, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

The savior, the hero, the man in front of him has just appeared for the first time. In Becas's heart, he already has too much aura. This must be a big shot he has never seen before, a bigger man than the noble men in Ximen City. No, those pigs and dogs are not qualified to compare with the man in front of them!

They would just lie in bed and play with those miserable slaves every day!

After hearing Becas's response, the man turned around and walked away.

"Wait!" For some reason, Becas caught up with him and shouted, "Sir, what's your name?"

The man stopped and did not turn around, but his voice seemed to ring in Becas's ears.

"Don't call me sir, I'm just an ordinary person like you."

"You can call me Arthur."

Such a gentle and equal tone gave Becas the courage to continue communicating. He raised his head, looked at the back longingly, and said: "Arthur, I have heard of that prophecy."

"You will definitely save the world, right?"

The man turned around, his movements were a little stiff, and gently placed his hand on Becas's head.

"I'm just a person. I don't have the power of gods. I may be able to save you, or save a city, but this world is very big."

"What do you mean?" Becas didn't understand.

"It means that even if I am always on the road, there is no way to save everyone, let alone the entire world." The man said.

Becas understood this time, and his eyes dimmed: "So, is the prophecy false?"

"It can be false or it can be true."

The man said: "I can be the hero who saves the world, but you can also be, everyone can be."

"Just like what you just did, as long as you have courage, there will be hope. You are the hero of this small family, and as long as everyone in this world has the courage to resist, then everyone is a hero."

"Am I a hero too?" Becas was a little confused.

"Yes, you and your mother are heroes."

"The light of those high gods is far inferior to the light of courage and love that you radiate."

"If everyone is like this, even the gods in the sky will eventually retreat."

Outland, the High Throne.

Under the dark sun, countless angels and divine messengers were prostrate on the ground.

As the Lord of the Kingdom of God, Cyric hovers above everyone's heads.

He is the King of Lies, the Lord of Murder, and the God of Deception. His name is unknown to everyone. His followers are spread throughout the multiverse. His divine power makes him fearless of any god, and he even calls the goddess of magic a bitch.

And in His Kingdom of God, He is the supreme Lord.

No one dared to make any sound. Everyone knew that their god was not in a good mood right now. In other words, it was very bad.

"Someone is stealing my power!"

His voice echoed throughout the Kingdom of God: "A shameful thief! An insidious serpent!"

"He tried to ascend to the gods through fraud, and he succeeded even if it was just a weak and insignificant god. However, he also took away my divine power!"

"He needs to pay!"

"The Supreme Dark Sun!" A divine envoy said: "The source of everything is in Faerun, the prophecy that deceived ignorant mortals, and the floating city called Neverwinter."

"Neverwinter City" Cyric paused, "We will wait and see what happens in that city for the time being."

"But that prophecy has come to a point where it has to be dealt with. If those ignorant mortals continue to believe in that stupid prophecy, the thief will become stronger and stronger!"

Cyric did not say that if the thief continues to become stronger, for example, by gaining ten points of godhood level from the Fraudulent Priesthood, then his Fraudulent Priesthood will be forced to downgrade - this means that he will go from level 17 to Dropped to level 16.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Cyric.

"The supreme dark sun will come directly to Faerûn, and it will naturally crush that humble world. All conspiracies will be wiped out under your infinite power." The divine envoy sang in an exaggerated tone.

"Do you know how many gods are staring there now, and how many kingdoms of gods are trying to come?" Cyric stared at him coldly: "You mean, let me be the first god to come?"

"The essence of lies and deceit is to always stand in a safe place. I am not a fool like the God of War."

The angel quickly lowered his head.

"Since that thief stole my priesthood by playing with mortals, I will let him know how it feels to be played with."

"With only a weak divine power, you dare to try to challenge the God of Deception. He will soon know the gap between him and me."

An angel below praised him at the right time: "The Supreme Dark Sun must have thought of how to make the thief ask for trouble?"

"I need you to go to Faerûn." Cyric said: "We can't let that prophecy continue to affect those mortals. Tell those mortals that there is no so-called Day of Destruction at all. All this is just a thief's lie! "

"Well, how should we describe the thief?" Angel asked.

Cyric was stunned for a moment.

In fact, he didn't know the specific identity of the new god of fraud at all.

But he quickly said: "No need to describe, the point is to destroy the prophecy."

"Stop those demons from continuing to plunder, and eliminate from the root everything that is going to happen as described in the prophecies. As long as those mortals don't panic, they will naturally not believe in the prophecies."

"Ah?" The angels did not react.

We, as Cyric's angels, go to stop the devil? Help mortals?

We will only spread chaos and murder, and use various means to make mortals fear and save? This is the first time for an envoy of the God of Deception to do such a lawful good thing.

"Means are not important, results are important." Cyric looked at a divine envoy again: "I need you to go to the water elemental plane."

"Obviously, driving the devil is just the opponent's early stage method. The opponent's trump card lies in the prophecy that 'the sea will capsize and submerge all the land.' He must have prepared some means to set off a huge tsunami."

"However, he has only just become a god, and he only has weak divine power. Even if he still has the priesthood of the ocean, as long as there is a more powerful god with the priesthood of the ocean to stop him, his tsunami will be calmed down when it just starts. His prophecy It becomes a joke."

"Believe me, that is, that poor thief will know the consequences of opposing me - he will fall from the altar, his godhead will be broken due to the loss of divinity, and he will become a miserable mortal again."

"Supreme Dark Sun, but we have no contact with other gods, especially the gods of the water element plane."

The angel said it tactfully.

But everyone knows that based on Cyric's various lies and fraud, his reputation among the gods is extremely poor, and he has no allies at all. Every god is worried about being betrayed by this madman.

"The reason that drives those lawful guys to act is not just friendship." Cyric smiled proudly: "I am very good at dealing with these guys."

"Don't worry, I have prepared a perfect plan to let the other party pay attention to Faerun and take the actions I need at the appropriate time. After all, pedantic guys can't just sit back and watch the so-called evil happen, haha."

Cyric finally sneered, "They don't know that the source that drives their so-called righteous actions is also evil."

Everyone lowered their heads again and paid the greatest respect to this deceitful god who played with the gods.

"Let's wait for the good show to begin."