Dark Shadow Shrine

Salk fell to his knees on the spot, lying on the ground, he didn't dare to look up, his back was soaked with cold sweat. "My lord, Salk Durer, sees my lord, and may the light of the dark sun shine on the earth forever, and the flames of destruction burn down every believer of the magic bitch!"

Cyric, the goddess of magic, Mystra, and the **** of death, Cranwoben, were adventure partners. Later, they were conferred gods at the same time. From that day on, Cyric hated the two of them extremely, so the believers could only scold the goddess of magic. .

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

"Go, I don't want to see you again now. Go and bring your father now."

"Now?" Salk was stupid. It was almost midnight. Although his father was also near Vanya, it took four hours to come and go.

"Go away! Are you full of **** in your pig's head? You have to say it a second time to the supreme!? Do you want me to go over that bitch's territory to invite Morne? Go! Or die! !"

A penetrating sense 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 fluctuation had made him terrified, and even his hands and feet were soft.

At this moment, 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 actually crawled out of the back garden, and beside him were his closest chief guard and chief 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 anything, you must first serve the **** inside who is a million times more powerful than the uncle.

"Block the back garden, and anyone who goes in will kill him directly. The lord inside can do whatever he wants, and he must obey. You follow me back to Wall City now."

After arranging for the chief guard to block the garden, Salk and the chief waiter went on their way.

Two hours later, fortunately, Salk was the only son of Count Morne Defias, the lord of Wall City, and all the guards recognized him, otherwise he would not have been able to call the city gate in the middle of the night.

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

Moren was fifty years old and had a typical goatee. Although his beard was white, his muscles were still very strong, and he couldn't tell that he was an old guy in his fifties.

"What? You said that you met the incarnation of my lord? That's not right. I just got the oracle yesterday. Why did my lord come to incarnate suddenly?" The method is a bit uncertain again: "Tell me about the experience of encountering the incarnation of my Lord."

Salk recounted the scene in great detail.

It's exactly the same, the details Salk said, outsiders can't fabricate at all. The Murder Church practiced occultism, and only the Twelve Priests had seen Cyric's incarnation 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 up the void', Morn shivered and no longer doubted.

"Let's go now!"

With very few escorts, the Moren father and son ran wildly for two hours on horseback, and finally arrived before dawn.

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

Seeing that the head of the guard's hand was shaking with anger, Count Morne asked, "What?"

"An hour ago, the... adult inside suddenly said that he was so bored that he wanted to kill."

"Um?"

"Checkmark and Felix are dead."

The earl didn't speak, patted the captain of the bodyguard lightly on the shoulder, and walked into the back garden with his son. No one knows Cyric's madness and hardship better than the Twelve Priests.

"No matter what happens, no sound is allowed to come in. This is an absolute order." The earl ordered.

Entering the garden, the earl believed Cyric at first sight. This Cyric avatar completely overlapped with the one he remembered.

Bowing his head, he shouted Cyric's praise.

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

"I still haven't confirmed whether the target is..."

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

"A doubt, very killing! Let the humble mortals fear and convert to the Lord!" Morn humbly knelt down, and he was glad that Cyric could still nickname him Morn. At least Cyric's anger wasn't surging.

"Alright then, tell me, why is Princess Ephine still alive!?"

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

"You're missing an opportunity, idiot! You didn't even grasp the chance of Effiein leaving the imperial capital. Could it be that you can murder Effiin in the imperial capital with those **** you subordinates?"

"But this is Goddess Sune's territory."

"I don't want to hear such cowardly excuses." Suddenly Cyric threw eight huge nails as thick as a thumb and 20 centimeters long: "You know the rules yourself."

As the twelve priests who knew Cyric's character best, Morne knew that this was Cyric's favor. In retrospect, I was still not decisive enough, and I should have shot an ambush before Princess Ephine left the imperial city before reaching Vania last night.

For this condemnation, Moren has nothing to say.

The only thing that made him a little reluctant was that the nails were given twice, which meant punishing his own son together.

For priests, the orders of the gods are absolute.

Ignoring his son's panic and weak resistance, Morn used a very fast technique to pierce the spikes through the palms and soles of his kneeling son. Then, in the wailing of his son, he pierced the spikes through his feet and nailed them 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 stabbed it into the palm of his only free right hand.

Severe pain, heart-wrenching pain.

Morn knew that he couldn't hold back, and what my Lord wanted to hear was their howls of pain.

Morne and Salk wailed in pain, chanting Cyric's divine name and sang of his power. They knew that forgiveness would only come when Cyric was content.

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

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck.

Morn was a rare warrior among the Twelve Priests, and the powerful immunity of the golden rank warrior made him reluctantly withstand this blow.

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

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

Huh? Is this my body?

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

The sky began to light up slightly.

The morning mist began to cover the city.

In the early morning, the captain of the guard who could not bear finally rushed into the back garden, only to find the headless bodies of his lord and the young lord lying in the back garden.

In an instant, the head guard's face turned blue. He's also a follower of Cyric, though he's not sure what's going on.

Through the long nails on the palms and soles of the feet... This kind of punishment has the typical color of murdering the church.

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

The chief guard didn't know what to do.

On the other side, Raven was in a good mood. Looking at the system prompts, I couldn't help laughing out loud, and the birds in the forest were startled.

Start by scaring Salk.

"You activated the skill bluff, and you sent a non-magical hint to the image of Salk Duler, disguised as the murdering church camp. Because of your extremely deep knowledge of murdering the church, you get an additional +8 when judging Added value."

"Successful check! Salk believed what you said. Because of your perfect performance, you indirectly deceived an opponent far superior to you. Your performance skill has been greatly improved, and now the skill level is 65. Your bluffing The skills have been greatly improved~www.NovelMTL.com~ The skill level is now 70."

"You wear the title of [Cult Destroyer], and now Salk, the murderer of the church who is against you, must make a mandatory Will check... The target check fails! Morale drops by two points."

And then when facing Morne:

"You activated the skill Bluff, and you sent a non-magical suggestion to Morn Dürer, pretending to be the God of Murder. Because you have a very deep understanding of the physical details and language habits of the God of Murder Cyric I know, gain an additional +10 bonus when making a judgment."

"Successful check! Morne believes that you are Cyric himself. Due to your perfect performance, you have once again deceived an opponent who is far superior to you. Your performance skills have been greatly improved, and your skill level is now 80. Your Bluff skill has been greatly improved and is now at skill level 82."

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"You observed the target's three breaths before you attacked with a melee weapon and dealt damage. This sneak attack adds extra damage."

"Your attack fails the target's Fortitude check, and the fatal sneak attack is changed to normal damage. You deal a total of 18 points of damage to the opponent."

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

"You deal 981 damage to the target Morne Dürer, and the target dies."

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