There are many rumors about Cyric. Of course, the most widely spread is the deeds of this god when he was a mortal.
Because of his good luck, he inherited the legacy of the previous gods, and even became a powerful god in a single leap, so he was crazily worshiped by all mortals.
Although there are many red-eyed people slandering all this behind their backs, it is obvious that if good luck falls on their heads, they may also wish for it.
Since he was a mortal before he became a god, and then became a powerful god, Cyric was inevitably affected by the priesthood and the power of divinity.
Its character contains many crazy, paranoid, and selfish sides.
Of course, in any case, in the face of the emergence of new killing gods, which shakes the foundation, the former Cyric will definitely have a reaction.
But now, he has fallen into a complete madness.
The pope looked at the statue of the god, whose face was blurred by a layer of dark red power, and the worry on his face became more intense.
After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind: "Malick!"
"Master Pope!"
Soon, Malik walked in. He had the shrewdness of a businessman on his face, perhaps because he had been in business before, but now, he was Cyric's favorite, a shadow thief.
"My Lord was temporarily deluded, I think it was the influence of [Book of Cyric]..."
The pope's voice was dry and hoarse, and he blocked the entire temple before speaking.
After hearing the news, Malik knelt down immediately, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, almost thinking that the Pope was going to kill someone to silence him.
After all, slandering a god is a very serious crime!
However, Malik was very lucky today, the Pope did not intend to kill him, but continued talking on his own.
"My lord may have also read [The Book of Cyric], so he has no answer to our prayers, and often gives vague oracles..."
Malik nodded secretly. In fact, he had already guessed.
The so-called [Book of Cyric] is actually an artifact made by Cyric himself, possessing the power to confuse the gods!
As long as the creatures who have read the [Book of Cyric], no matter they are mortals or gods, they will believe the contents of this book of lies - confirming that Cyric is the only true god in the world!
The god of thieves of the previous generation fell under this trick, and Cyric stole most of his priesthood and divine power, and fell tragically.
However, the power shrouded in the Book of Lies was so powerful that even Cyric read the contents above and fell into a state of madness ever since!
This is the Pope's guess, I have to say, very reasonable—if it is not for the lack of a certain necessary premise.
Of course, at present, the Pope believes that he has grasped the truth and grasped the crux of the contradiction.
"Malick, can I trust you?"
"Of course! I am willing to sacrifice my life and everything for my lord!" Malik had a fanatical expression on his face. Beyond his belief in Cyric, he was definitely at the level of a fanatic.
"Very good! I have a task for you!"
With trembling hands, the Pope handed an ancient and strange tome to Malik.
"This is the [Book of Truth], something our church obtained from the Temple of Knowledge after paying a huge price!"
The pope's eyes were fixed on Malik, and his hands were tightly grasping the other's arm.
"Malik! As my lord's favorite, you have the greatest chance of seeing my lord's real body!"
"Therefore, we need you to dedicate this book to our Lord and make sure it is read!"
Cyric fell into a state of insanity, and he didn't even pay much attention to the opinions of the Pope, but he had some respect for other believers.
For example, Malik, who was just a small businessman before, has been promoted again and again, and now he has become a powerful shadow thief. Of course, he has also become a fanatic of Cyric.
The Pope believes that with the favor the other party has received at this time, Cyric is very confident in watching the [Book of Truth].
"The future of the church is in your hands!"
The Pope patted Malik on the shoulder encouragingly: "Once our Lord regains consciousness, these usurped false gods will always have only their souls fall into the River Styx, and they will end up screaming and screaming!"
"Don't worry, my lord Pope! Even if I risk my life, I will complete the task!"
At this moment, Malik assured, a sense of purpose enveloped him, energizing him...
…
The gaze turned to the tree fort.
At this time, under the thunder of the original force, Chestabert's resistance had reached its limit, and the divine fire was also dimmed, as if it would go out at any time, but a ball of golden liquid had gradually solidified, and many rules and characters merged into one, Something was faintly conceived, and it reached the critical point of breaking out.
"The six elements of [True God]: divinity, divine fire, divine power, priesthood, godhead, and kingdom of God—Chestabeth already has three of them, only the priesthood, godhead, and kingdom of God..."
Leylin watched all this intently, the light of the chip kept flickering, recording all the precious field experiment data.
In fact, as long as Chestabert can obtain the priesthood today, he is already considered a [True God].
The establishment of the Kingdom of God is an extremely labor-intensive project. If there is no demiplane that can be transformed, it will take at least hundreds of years for a new god to establish the Kingdom of God from scratch.
Therefore, the secular world basically regards the lighting of the divine fire as a sign of a demigod, and obtaining the priesthood and improving the godhead is the "true god"!
Only the [True God] has the qualifications to open up the kingdom of God, and from then on it can accommodate the souls of believers and build a solid fortress.
"My lord Chesterbert...may you be the ruler of the world and hold your throne high in the heavens..."
The sound of prayer was faint and became weaker.
Chesterbert roared again and again, and the divine fire rose instantly, and the priesthood that had been condensed into a ball was about to emerge.
"Promote the comprehension of the power of rules with the power of faith... the rules of the world of the gods..."
Leylin sighed while watching.
The road to rules achieved by this tricky approach must also be restrained by other conditions.
"And... the road of rules can only be enjoyed by one person alone, and the other gods who have mastered the killing field are the sworn enemies of Chestabert at this time..."
"Roar!!!"
Mara took the lead after seeing Chesterbert's potential success.
The huge field of killing opened up, and in terms of understanding of killing, even this kind of beast god, because of the precipitation of time, obviously surpassed Chestabert.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
The thunder of the world that was about to dissipate re-condensed, and this time it also carried a blood-red light, rippling with the power of killing rules.
"This is the thunder of killing rules! It is also Mara's attack!"
Seeing this scene, Leylin sighed, unless he and the other false gods took action, Chestabert would be dead.
He is still a false god, and he can't compete with the power of a [true god], even if the opponent is only a weak god.
And Mara obviously didn't plan to deprive him of the priesthood of [Slaughter] after the other party had condensed it. Obviously, this was because there were too many coveted gods around.
Even Leylin has already discovered several powerful divine senses paying attention to this place, and even has a very familiar aura.
Facing these existences that contain powerful divine power, including other false gods who are all stubbornly covering up their own fluctuations, how dare they take the lead
Under the bloody thunder and lightning, a look of despair appeared on Chesterbert's face, and the light of the divine fire also dimmed.
"Chestalbert!"
"Chestalbert!"
"Chestalbert! Immortal with us! With us!"
The number of innocent souls on the ground became denser, and they stretched out their blood-red arms, firmly grasping Chesterbert's body.
That kind of bloody and crazy wraith, with the power of resentment enough to make a demigod fall, seemed to form a vortex, gradually engulfing Chestabert.
"Oh no… "
Crazy and longing cries, in the end, did not save Chesterbert's fate.
He was pulled away from the position of the divine fire by many resentful spirits, and he was getting farther and farther away from the priesthood. Then, a more terrifying blood-colored lightning struck down and directly bombarded the golden light group!
Boom! ! !
In the destructive thunder, the golden light group that bred the priesthood was directly annihilated, followed by Chestabert's divine fire.
The dark golden flame trembled a few times unyieldingly, and finally went out.
Crash! The real body of Chesterbert, who had lost his cover, was directly exposed to the lightning, and was smashed to pieces together with many wraiths.
"Chesterbert! Be with me!"
"With me..."
Even though they were destroyed by lightning, the faces of those resentful spirits did not feel the slightest pain, but were full of joy.
The electric light melted Chesterbert's divine body, exposing his divine soul, pale and weak.
"With me..."
Amidst the shouts of many wraiths, Chesterbert's soul was pulled by countless blood-red arms and fell into the River Styx together.
"Ah, no… "
Even the gods trembled at Chesterbert's last cry.
In the river of Styx, it will merge with other wraiths, sink to the most filthy bottom, suffer the pain of being bitten by thousands of souls, until the end of the world...
Hoo hoo...
The strong wind blew past, and the dark clouds before had disappeared, leaving only the stunned Shi Lifu and other fanatics.
"My lord... Chesterbert my lord..."
Shi Lifu murmured and began to cry directly. The other believers were devastated, and they even committed suicide directly because of their hopelessness.
As for the rest of these fates, it was not much better. After confirming that the false gods had fallen, many paladins and Heim guards swarmed up and directly wiped out these fanatics.