Dark Shadow Shrine

If it had been Bane who had captured the red knight, Raven would have been completely restless. The god of tyranny will use various methods to force any existence that does not obey him to submit, and he also likes to use complete conquest to prove his greatness.

If the red knight was caught by Bane, he would probably be ooxxed.

In his previous life, Bane also tried to play Sister Killing. Kill a certain goddess first.

But Cyric... Cyric is a good boy!

Since the failure of Pao Mystila, Cyric children's shoes no longer believe in love. He drove mad and killed Ayton, the only pastor who had adventured with him back then but was not consecrated to the gods. Said the blasphemous words of Mystila, and Ayton can only be dealt with after death as the most despicable hypocrites.

Cyric bound Kelemvor by using his responsibilities as the God of Death, and made Kelemvor make a decision to refuse to return Ayton's soul and let Ayton return to the kingdom of Mystila. This decision ruined the love between Mystila and Kelemvor forever.

Since then, Cyric's children's shoes have no interest in women. His greatest interest is to use lies to create all kinds of true love and death.

From this point of view, Cyric is a loyal member of the Die Die Die Group in the true sense, faithful to his own heart, and breaks up every couple...

In addition, due to the extreme hatred of Kelanvor, the god of death. Cyric Boys are very picky about the deaths they create. He never killed people in large-scale battles, because this would increase the power of Tempus, the god of battle. He doesn't kill anyone casually, only murder! Murder was the only way he allowed death.

This kind of distorted aesthetics of death leads to two ways for those who die by his hands: to be directly assassinated at the beginning, or to be deceived and then fall in love with their lovers and relatives and friends.

Now that the Red Knight had entered his domain of deception, then Cyric would not have to assassinate her again. Similarly, the Red Knight's priesthood and divine power domain are nothing that Cyric is interested in.

Because I know Xiaoxi's children's shoes too well. Raven was relieved about that.

The only thing he can do now is to wait for the time to get out three days later.

Cyric's troubles in this life are even more outrageous than in previous lives. He used the [Cyri Hat] to control Gond, the God of Craftsmanship, causing Oghma, the God of Knowledge, to enter the arena ahead of time. Rui Hat's [True Lies] came out ahead of schedule.

I should still have time. Raven thought, The Siri hat itself represents all the lies in the world. It's not that easy to fight against.

Through the infinite infusion of divine power from the priesthood of lies, the power of the Siri hat is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

As small as telling others I ate lunch when saying hello, but actually didn't eat it, as big as the child of the world doing something to deceive the consciousness of the world, it is all a lie.

If not the lie itself is not one of the origins of the world. It is very likely that Cyric's priesthood is enough to step into a powerful divine power by lying.

Looking at the dark clouds billowing into the distance from Melissa's palace, Raven muttered to himself: The key now is whether I can go back in time to get the greatest benefit...

At this moment, in Phantom Knight City, a good show is being staged.

Mystila's right index finger is wrapped with a flame that can directly burn the soul, peeling and burning. It was as if that tender finger without a trace of calluses was a candle, but a finger poked up on West's shoulder, and nothing happened.

Hahaha! I am my lord's angel of lies, I don't feel pain. West laughed.

The goddess of the magic net frowned. If you don't feel the pain, then the execution is meaningless.

Unnatural existence, why don't you return to the original you? The goddess of the forest and the ranger, Melika, continued with a magic spell.

Green, representing natural green. The most primitive in nature. The most original color. This is the return of the life form. Maybe it's a gift, or maybe it's a punishment...

Pain recovery!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! West suddenly uttered an earth-shattering, pig-killing scream.

All the gods looked at Melika.

The forest goddess, dressed in a green ranger outfit, curled her lips and shrugged: It's not me who executed the execution.

Gods: ...

Sure enough, the honest people in the neutral camp are more ruthless in deceiving others.

Let me come. One of the Three Friends of Justice, the God of Weeping, also known as the God of Suffering, Irmaat stepped forward.

The perverted red rope easily inflicted greater pain on West, and there was another series of screams immediately.

But ten minutes later. West is still stubborn, with a completely firm and iron frame, preferring to die rather than surrender.

Irmaat, who is being watched by the gods, is embarrassed. If this goes on, he will not feel much different from Bane.

Hey hey, it's useless, my lord Cyric has already found out that I've been captured. I've informed my lord that my heart will be taken away after I've been out of contact for more than half an hour, and I'll die... West grimaced. smiling.

Tyre stepped forward. With a little finger, extremely high-purity divine power flowed out from the fingertips. It showed a beautiful bright silver color, and the divine power surrounded Tyre's fingertips like mist. A few seconds later, three extremely small horizontal magic circles ran through Tyre's fingers, restraining these divine powers inwardly.

Finally, it shot out in a circle, and a burst of gorgeous silver light blessed West.

Tieran said: In the name of the God of Justice, I grant you the honor of being immortal for 10 days. The words of powerful gods are sometimes the rules.

It was a mysterious force that could temporarily resist even death.

What a pity... Glory? Glory ass! This is torture, okay?

The gods looked at Tyre, speechless again.

A mysterious wave came, and the gods sensed that the heart in West's chest disappeared at the same time. The gods immediately realized that this was Cyric's handwriting, and hurriedly further sealed off the surrounding space.

What should I do? This guy has no heart. Although he can't die temporarily, he still can't speak without the heart supplying blood. Tyr asked the gods.

Use this first. Tempus was the bloodiest, and randomly took out a pig's heart from a nearby pigsty.

Let me do it. Oghma took the pig's heart calmly, and used the outstanding divine ability [Change Reality].

The God of Knowledge waved his hand, front, back, left, right, up, down, a total of six directions appeared a small magic circle with a blue inscription border.

The magic circle compresses the pig's heart on the palm, and together with the highly concentrated divine power forms six surfaces of a cube in Oghma's palm, the blue divine power bounces back and forth repeatedly within the cube, as if it is gestating something. , and it seems to be reshaping something.

In the eyes of the gods, the large pig heart is still beating, but it keeps shrinking until it reaches the size of a human. In less than ten seconds, Oghma, with his mouth full, had temporarily transformed the pig's heart into a human heart that could last for 18 hours, and stuffed it into West.

Looking at the bloody Oghma, the gods couldn't help but shudder at the same time, don't underestimate the wise, the God of Knowledge must have done a lot of dissections in order to figure out the biological structure...

West wants to cry but has no tears, well, now he can't die if he wants to die: Don't think I will say that my devotion to my Lord gives me courage.

Well, since you mentioned courage... Tom, the God of Loyalty and Courage, strode out: Courage, the evil party does not deserve courage. In the name of the God of Courage, I will deprive you of your boring courage!

A magical spell passed, as if some brilliance was taken away by Tom, and West, who was still fearless just now, instantly became as timid as a mouse.

Hmph! I'm an angel of lies. West was still stubborn.

Don't waste time! Mysterious gestures combined with unknown spells, mysterious arcane fluctuations rippled in the hall, and a large number of shining ancient arcane runes floated in midair, echoing non-stop. The gods discovered that none but a few gods, such as the god of knowledge, recognized the runes.

A dazzling blue light shot into West's body, and Angel Lie's expression changed drastically, his eyes wide open to feel the change in himself.

I can't even utter a single lie I've thought up.

This is Power Word. As long as my magic is still on you, you won't be able to tell any lies. Mystila said very proudly.

This is definitely a huge irony for Cyric.

How wonderful, isn't it? An angel of lies who cannot lie! ? Thinking about it makes me feel happy.

Sure enough, in terms of revenge, women deserve it!

The gods looked at the Goddess of the Magic Net in great confusion.

Mystila put her hands on her hips, showing the queen's aura: Okay! Now answer my question, West! Do you understand?

Got it, bitch!

Mystila nodded... Wait! There seems to be something wrong!

What did you call me just now? The goddess of the magic net raised her eyebrows coldly! It looks like it wants to eat people.

Magic Lie Angel Can't Tell Lies: Magic Web... bitch?

Mystila: ...

Gods: ...

Mystila's hands were trembling, and Cyric's disciples had been calling her a whore under Cyric's compulsion, and she knew it. But if she said it in front of so many gods, no matter how well-mannered she was, she couldn't keep her face off.

I order you to call me another name!

West worked very, very hard. With the terrifying power of the mantra, he couldn't even resist the words jumping out of his mouth with some delay.

He tentatively said in a low voice: The magic net bitch who used a corset to wrap the size of a pear into the size of an apple in order to seduce men back then?

There was a dead silence.

Pfft— Please forgive Leila's low point of laughter, but she really couldn't help it.

With Laila as the hilarious point, all the gods burst into laughter: Hahahahahaha!

At this moment, the spirit of the magic net goddess is broken. Cracks in the ground, drilling holes, or directly jumping to another multiverse all popped up in her mind.

However, a strong sense of responsibility still binds her.

Although trembling all over, despite being ashamed and angry, Mystila still grabbed West's collar vigorously, and the female tyrannosaur-like roar resounded throughout the hall: Say! Cyric used to manipulate the red knights and other gods, What the hell is that!? (To be continued.)

PS:  Don’t be so glass-hearted, okay...I debuted as a stallion novel...I’m not so stupid to let the red knight hit the street or be ntr.