Dark Shadow Shrine

Salk fell to his knees on the spot, lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head, his back was soaked in cold sweat. "My humble Salk Durer greets my Lord, may the light of the dark sun shine on the earth forever, and the flames of destruction burn every believer of the magic whore!"

Cyric, the goddess of magic, Mystra, and the god of death, Kelan Woben, were adventure partners, and later became gods at the same time. From that day on, Cyric hated the two of them extremely, so the believers could only follow the goddess of magic .

Salk was puzzled, Cyric's incarnation rarely came to the main plane, why would he suddenly find him.

"Go, I don't want to see you again now, you piece of shit. Now go and bring your father."

"Now?" Salk was dumbfounded. It was almost midnight now. Although his father was also near Vania, it took four hours to go back and forth.

"Get out! Is your pig's head full of shit? You still want me to say the second time!? Do you want me to cross that bitch's territory to invite Morn? Get out! Or die !"

A penetrating feeling of shock and coldness spread throughout Salk's body. He didn't know if it was the so-called divine power. Anyway, the terrifying soul fluctuations had already made him so frightened that his hands and feet were limp.

At this time, Cyric said from behind: "Tell your father, the fire of the dark sun burns the void."

When he came back to his senses, Salk realized that he had crawled out of the back garden, and beside him were his closest guard and maid.

Uncontrollable shame and anger spread all over his body, he almost wanted to kill all these people on the spot, but he didn't dare to do so, Cyric was still waiting inside. Even if you want to do something, you must first serve the God inside who is a million times bigger than the uncle.

"Block the back garden. Anyone who goes in will be killed immediately. The lord inside is free to do whatever he wants, and he must obey. You follow me back to Wall City now."

After arranging for the head of the guard to seal off the garden, Salk hurried away with the head of the bodyguard.

Two hours later, fortunately Salk was the only son of Lord Morne Defias, the lord of Wall City, and all the guards recognized him, otherwise it would have been impossible to open the city gate in the middle of the night.

In the secret room of the city lord's mansion, Salk saw his father who had just gotten up from his mistress's bed.

Morn is fifty years old and has a typical goatee. Although the beard is gray, his muscles are still very strong, and he doesn't look like an old guy in his fifties at all.

"What? You said you met the incarnation of our lord? That's not right. I just got the oracle yesterday. Why did the lord suddenly come to the incarnation?" Morn said, suddenly remembering Cyric's chaotic behavior The method is a little uncertain: "Tell me about the process of encountering the incarnation of our lord."

Salk recounted the scene in detail.

They are exactly the same, and the details that Salk said cannot be fabricated by outsiders. The Church of Murder practiced occultism, and only the Twelve Priests had seen the incarnation of Cyric with their own eyes.

Originally, Morn was a little worried. After all, Ellison's soul was captured by the Phantom Goddess and just caused a huge earthquake in the church. However, when he heard his son say the phrase 'the fire of the dark sun burns the void', Morn trembled all over, without any doubts.

"Let's go now!"

With very few guards, Morn and his son rode wildly for two hours and finally arrived before dawn.

Going to the villa, Morn found that his son's captain of the guard looked very bad.

Noticing that the chief guard's hand was shaking with anger, Earl Morn asked, "What?"

"One hour ago, the... lord inside suddenly said that he was so bored that he wanted to kill someone."

"Um?"

"Zamak and Fili are dead."

The earl didn't speak, he patted the head guard's shoulder lightly, and then led his son into the back garden. No one knows Cyric's madness and difficulty better than the Twelve Priests.

"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come in if you hear any sound. This is an absolute order." The count ordered.

Entering the garden, the count believed Cyric at first glance. This incarnation of Cyric completely overlaps with the one in his memory.

Bowing his head, he chanted Cyric's praises.

Cyric's sharp voice came: "What happened to what I told you to do?"

"I have not yet confirmed whether the target is..."

"Confirmation? I don't need a confirmed enemy! All mortals who refuse to fear my power let him die! Moen, what did I tell you? The second half of a doubtful sentence?"

"One piece of doubt, it kills! Let humble mortals fear and turn to believe in our Lord!" Moen knelt down humbly, and he was grateful that Cyric could still nickname him Moen. At least Cyric's anger wasn't surging.

"Well, tell me, why is Princess Effien still alive!?"

"Great dark sun, didn't you just send down the oracle last night? I haven't had time yet..."

"You're missing your chance, idiot! You didn't even grasp the opportunity for Effien to leave the imperial capital. Could it be that those trash under your command could murder Effien in the imperial capital?"

"But this is the territory of Goddess Sune."

"I don't want to hear such cowardly excuses." Suddenly Cyric threw out eight huge nails that were as thick as a thumb and fully twenty centimeters long: "You know the rules yourself."

As the twelve priests who knew Cyric's character best, Morne knew that this was already Cyric's mercy. In retrospect, I was still not decisive enough, I should have ambushed last night before Princess Effie left the imperial city before reaching Vania.

Morn had nothing to say about this convict.

The only thing that makes him a little reluctant is that there are two nails, which means that his own son will be punished together.

For priests, the deity's command is absolute.

Regardless of his son's panic and weak resistance, Morn used extremely fast techniques to drive the spikes through the palms and soles of his kneeling son. Then, amidst the wailing of his son, he drove the spike through his feet and nailed it deeply to the ground.

After completing the torture of nailing his left hand with his right hand, Morn gritted his teeth, bit the last long nail with his mouth, and ruthlessly pierced it into his only right hand that was still free.

Severe pain, painful to the heart.

Morn knew he couldn't help it, and what my lord wanted to hear was their howls of pain.

While moaning in pain, Morn and Salk chanted the name of Cyric and praised his strength. They knew that forgiveness would come only when Cyric was content.

After an unknown amount of time, Cyric walked behind them. Morn didn't dare to raise his head, even though he had become extremely weak due to massive blood loss, he still lowered his head reverently.

Suddenly, he felt severe pain in the back of his neck.

Morn was one of the rare fighters among the twelve priests, and the strong immunity of the gold rank fighters made him barely withstood the blow.

"Cut..." There seemed to be a disdainful curse coming from the back of his head.

"My lord! Why?" Morn was puzzled, and the severe pain came again, and he suddenly found that his vision was spinning.

Huh? This is my body?

Why is there white in my Lord's black eyes?

The sky began to lighten slightly.

The morning mist began to cover the city.

In the early morning, the chief guard, who finally couldn't bear it, rushed into the back garden desperately, only to find the headless bodies of his lord and young lord lying in the back garden.

For a moment, the chief guard's face turned blue. He's also a follower of Cyric, though he's not sure why.

Spikes through the palms and soles of the feet... This kind of punishment has the typical color of murdering the church.

However, with the headless corpse, it is really hard to say whether Cyric personally killed the earl and his son.

The head guard didn't know what to do.

On the other hand, Raven was in a good mood. After seeing the system prompts one after another, I couldn't help but burst out laughing, startling the birds in the forest.

Start by scaring Salk.

"You activated the skill Bluff, and you made a non-magical hint at Salk Durer, pretending to be the Murder Church camp. Since you have an extremely deep understanding of the Murder Church, you get an additional +8 when judging Add value."

"Check successful! Salk believed you. Thanks to your flawless performance, you indirectly deceived an opponent who was far superior to you. Your performance skill has been greatly improved and is now at skill level 65. Your Bluff The skills have been greatly improved, and the current skill level is 70."

"You wear the title of [Cult Destroyer], and now Salk, the murderous church member who is hostile to you, must make a mandatory will check... The target check failed! Morale is reduced by two points."

Then it was time to face Morn:

"You activated the skill Bluff, and you sent a non-magical hint at Morn Durer, disguised as the god of murder. Because of your extremely deep awareness of the physical details and language habits of the murder god Cyric You know, an additional +10 value-added when making judgments."

"The test was successful! Morn believed that you were Cyric himself. Thanks to your perfect performance, you once again deceived an opponent whose strength far surpassed yours. Your performance skills have been greatly improved, and the current skill level is 80. Your Bluff skill has been greatly improved and is now at skill level 82."

...

"You observed the target for three breaths before making a sneak attack with a melee weapon, and it caused damage. This sneak attack will add additional damage."

"Your attack can't pass the target's fortitude check, and the deadly sneak attack is changed to normal damage. You have caused a total of 18 points of damage to the opponent."

...

"The [Invisibility] special effect of [Black Moon Blade] is triggered, and you bypass the opponent's toughness check and directly hit the target's vitals. You cut off the opponent's cervical spine, and all damage is turned into fatal damage."

"You inflicted 981 points of damage to the target Morn Durer, and the target died."

"It is found that the target has 1 point of murder divinity, and this divinity is absorbed by the token of the Phantom Goddess. The verbal contract is established!"