Crown of Chaos

Cyric was sitting in the huge and empty throne room of the Skeleton Throne. The Prince of Lies witnessed the illusion of Shar in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was humiliated by Mystra, that bitch at Midnight, especially when Midnight secretly let the magic network Treating oneself differently always causes Cyric's followers to fail miserably in casting spells. The moment Cyric's brain twists uncontrollably, he tries to use his divine power to modify reality.

Scenes of different timelines appeared in Dark Sun's mind. He shattered Midnight's divine shield, stabbed her to death with the Calamity Sword, and watched in ecstasy as Midnight fell in blood.

It was Cyric who won!

The Prince of the Dark Sun has added magical priesthoods to his growing list of titles. He is already the God of Murder and the Triple Crown King. Who can stop Cyric from taking control of another title?

Another version is that the magic network itself has backfired on Mystra, and she will be judged for such nonsense at midnight, or the chaos gods united and attacked her like hungry wolves in the cold winter, and His Majesty AO came to stop her in person. Abusing one's power.

In Cyric's hallucination, Midnight has died countless times, and every time it was Cyric's doing!

It's all my doing!

These twisted fantasies are endlessly changing, and in the dark corners of Cyric's chaotic consciousness, some of them are sown like seeds into the quagmire of illusions and delusions, making him gradually unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Days, months or even years after he ascends to God, these chaotic memories in his brain will evolve into false memories, fighting with the truth, covering the truth with branches and leaves of lies, draining its vitality.

As a result, these lies will become Cyric's only memories of Mystra, and the failure in his memory will gradually turn into a glorious victory.

Loyalty, honor, unity, Cyric murmured, imagining himself bathing in Mystra's blood. He could almost taste the crimson liquid on his lips.

We each take what we need. Shar's murmur brought Cyric's attention back to reality from his crazy delusions. The Dark Sun Prince glared at the Night Goddess angrily, because in his opinion, Shar was undoubtedly He was deeply offended, and anyone who interfered with Cyric's mental simulation of the Midnight Fall would die.

You should cooperate with her, my friend. At this moment, an ever-changing voice in Cyric's mind whispered: Is this also part of the plan?

Plan, what plan? Cyric responded blankly.

Have you forgotten that book, the Xirui Sutra, the artistic crystallization of you and me, the ultimate truth of the universe? My dear? The voice was extremely soft, full of temptation and expectation.

Oh yes, scripture.

Cyric immediately remembered His plan, and He stroked the Divine Calamity Sword: Now countless conspiracies are coming to fruition. I will feed my hungry sword with the blood of Aaron Salian, and I will search His soul knows the secrets of the four evil gods outside the multiverse who stole my power.

Yes, yes. The dark purple two-headed strange bird nodded with joy: Each of your choices has 9 possibilities. Each of these 9 possible futures has 9 developments. The scriptures are turning, the universe is The source of all laws will be opened before your eyes, and the secret of God above God is at the end of ultimate chaos. Hurry, my friend, we don’t have much time.”

Yes, the Surah has been completed.

Thinking of his greatest work, Prince Dark Sun felt much calmer.

What do you want? Cyric finally asked after Shar's long wait: I'm going to kill! Midnight, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! You want to kill too?

I said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Shar's beautiful eyes behind the crown showed a trace of confusion. Lady Night did not understand Cyric's logic, so she calmly repeated her conditions: I can To help you deal with Aaron Salian's Western Army, I will give way to my City of Shadows in the Shadowfell Underworld to join the battle, but as a condition, you must transfer Laila's [Phantom] priesthood to me.

What a joke. Cyric sneered: Which of your eyes saw me kill Laila?

... Shar was silent for a few seconds, and then the Lady of the Night showed a scene of murder under the dark night, the blood-stained disaster sword, the desperate scream of the blond phantom goddess, and the laughter. The skeleton - Cyric himself.

Huh! When Cyric saw the ironclad evidence, Anri suddenly opened his mouth and laughed wildly, pointing at Shar's face: I have to admit, you did see it!

Shar: …………

Okay, I can consider transferring the [Phantom] priesthood to you. An Ri covered his face with his hands: The premise is that I want to see your floating city on the battlefield.

You will see. Shar shook her head slightly, partly frivolous and partly playful. She took advantage of the situation and looked down from the supreme throne: Long time no see, the final recorder.

Yes. Jaeger stood under the throne. The ancient god of death was now a servant of Cyric. Since Jaeger stepped down from the position of the ancient god of death, he first served Melkor, and now he serves Cyric. Rick.

Shar slowly left. Before leaving, Lady Night glanced at Yeager's empty skull eye socket. The two gods confirmed something with each other through their eyes, and then Shar drifted away.

Your Majesty, I'm sorry to interrupt your contemplation, but. Yeager's cold and inorganic voice said: Two demigods, the anointed one from Chaos and the messenger of the King of the Wall have arrived at the door. They want to speak to each other. You offer their gifts.”

Kill them all. Cyric said coldly: The only reason for me to accept their gifts is that they want to respect me, Dark Sun, as the only true god. The four false god subordinates who stole my authority are not worthy of me Cyric. ’s reception.”

Why not? The Thousand-Changing Shadow in Cyric's ear spoke again: At this moment, every bit of power is what we need.

I said, unless they are willing to respect me. Cyric emphasized.

Why don't they respect you? Qian Changying shook his head in confusion: You have the Shirui Sutra!

Cyric suddenly stood up, feeling the pleasure of pouring hot water on his head during a winter bath, which was extremely refreshing.

yes.

I have the Hira Sutra!

With the Scriptures of Hiradar, can they still deny my unique divine nature and my identity as the only true God?

What gift is it, Jaeger? Cyric's anger turned into joy.

Bakuya Fire Gun, Your Majesty. Yeager said: There are also a group of half-demons wearing full-body power armor.

Very well, let them come in. An Ri sat on his throne: Let me see how much they can learn from me.

…………

Moon Sea, Dagger Falls, Western Army Camp.

Pitter patter~

The large-scale gathering of the Western Army officially exceeded the 100,000-strong mark with the arrival of more than 4,000 Church Crusaders from Rockefeller, Lord of the Dawn of the Church of Lathander. The military camp stretched for more than ten kilometers from this end of the river.

Although more than half of the army came to join the guild, had a grudge against the Zhentarim, wanted to take this opportunity to kill the Zhentarim, and had no grudges against the Zhentarim and simply came here. Some of the mercenary adventurers who received commissions and looked for opportunities to stand out through military exploits even came to eat and drink, but a hundred thousand troops set up camp. The grand scene still frightened many forces and adventurers.

When was the last time the country had a war of this magnitude?

It seems like it was still the Tukan invasion more than ten years ago, right?

The King of Cormyr, Yasan IV, was the leader of the alliance at that time. After Ser gave Tukan Great Khan Yamen a large sum of money as a bribe, the nomadic army abandoned the desolate land of Ser and rushed straight to the center of the country. In the end, in the Battle of Ice Lake, the national coalition won a complete victory.

Now just over ten years have passed, and the golden age has returned. Aaron's shogunate army is not only more powerful than the Cormyr Purple Dragon Army, but he himself is more fierce than San IV.

Many old Cormyrs shed tears when they saw this scene.

Heavy rain followed, and rain poured down from the sky amid lightning and thunder.

Hua Hua Hua~

There are two large fire basins placed in the tent to keep away the cold. Dozens of elite Holy Tree Knights are on duty around them. Each Holy Tree Knight is an unparalleled warrior who fights under the golden tree, using half of the horned rat's body as fertilizer. The nourishing golden giant tree has grown more than a hundred meters high. Under the care and transformation of the golden tree, each of the holy tree knights has extremely strong magic resistance, and can call on the power of the golden tree to attack the enemy. The Holy Tree Holy Emblem in front of them was lit up, the Golden Law Ring shone brightly, and when the Holy Tree Knights whose sword blades and spears were wrapped in golden flames stepped onto the battlefield, it was the end of the enemy.

Looking at the current time, it's raining continuously, it's May.

Aaron opened a corner of the tent with his hands behind his back and walked out slowly. The rainwater was automatically deflected as it approached his body and flew around. General Cormyr, who was in a good mood, stared into the distance. On the Moon Sea, in the heavy rain, the direction of Zhentil Castle was hazy and chaotic.

Under the rain curtain, the Western Army camped along the Teis River stretched out like two giant pythons.

This battle will determine the fate of the Moon Sea for the next hundred years, and will also determine Aaron's fate.

Reporting to His Majesty the General, Lord Kelben of the Black Staff of Waterdeep City and his wife Lyra Silverhand have arrived.

oh?

Although he had expected it, Aaron still had a smile on his face when he heard that the Black Stick himself had arrived.

Speaking of which, besides delivering nine volumes of books at the last Salian grand banquet, Aaron met Kelben Blackstaff and his wife Lyla Silverhand for the second time.

Please come quickly!

Aaron arranged his grand ducal robes and quickly stepped forward to greet him. From a distance, he saw the Moon Star banner and the Lord of the Black Staff Tower who followed him, as well as more than a hundred members of the Moon Star organization who followed him. Almost all of the members are spellcasters.

Kelben Blackstaff was a little surprised to see Aaron personally greeting him. The legendary archmage's face was neither happy nor worried, but he said slightly relaxedly: We meet again, the shogunate of Cormyr, Green Vilon. The Grand Duke.

Welcome, Lord Blackstaff, Ms. Leila, you are very welcome. Aaron smiled and said: It is really brilliant to have you join us.

A smile slowly appeared on Black Stick's face, and he said with a smile: I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it. In terms of the current situation of the country, I am already far behind you. Aaron, what's the point? Remember what I said? The future is yours.

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The expression on Aaron's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but feel that this person was fake. Isn't the Black Rod very proud of his magic and identity? Why is your body so low? You say you are also a Mystra electorate, right?

Why did he suddenly become Ma Zai?

I would also like to thank you for teaching Charlotte and promoting her to a legend. Aaron nodded. In any case, it should be a good thing that the Black Rod has such a good attitude.

Kelburn Blackstaff and his wife Lyla Silverhand entered Aaron's tent. Lyla Silverhand was hosted by Eleanor, while Aaron led Blackstaff into the deeper inner tent of the tent. middle.

After lowering the curtain to isolate the inside and outside, Aaron was still pouring wine for Kelben, but the black staff signaled that there was no need. He had something to say to Aaron.

Aaron put down the bottle and signaled to Kelburn that there were no outsiders here.

Black Stick looked at Aaron's appearance, who was not yet thirty years old, with a slightly complicated expression, and said sincerely: Your Highness, General, I am here in person this time because there is something that I must discuss with you personally.

Aaron smiled after listening to Kelben's words, shook his head and said: His Royal Highness the Black Rod said something serious. You have experienced thousands of years and traveled through the multiverse as a chosen one of the Magic Network. It's too late for me to ask you for help. How can I help you? busy?

What if I say that I plan to leave the Harper Alliance with Moonstar and part ways with Elminster and the others?

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