Broad World

The land is black and gray, the sky is dead gray, and even the petitioners here are gray and white. There is no so-called color here at all, as long as anyone steps on this plane, everything they see will turn white, black, or gray. There is no sunshine, no moonlight or starlight, only a gray area...

This is the famous gray wilderness in the outer plane, where evil prevails in the entire multiverse, full of sombre, painful and desperate planes.

Oinos, Nifheim, and Pruton, who are called the "triple depression" by the world, constitute the main tone of the gray field. Just like the literal meaning, the residents living here endure unimaginable things all the time. Depressed, most of them went into madness not long after entering here.

These mentally abnormal guys have no feelings or emotions at all, can't laugh or cry, let alone caring. The only thing that enveloped them was despair. Their vitality and hope had long been drained and squeezed out, one by one, like walking dead, wandering around aimlessly.

As for the guys who completely abandon all feelings and keep only their absolute sense, they are all clever liars, because you can't read any emotional changes on their faces, and their dead fish-like eyes will not reveal a trace of useful information. , If you don’t speak, you are basically not much different from a dead person.

Demon larva, hag, Yugros, Batez, Tanari, Greeley, common species in the lower planes are all here, the prince Cyric of the lie, and the king of shadows Musk have all established here to belong His own country, but compared to the goddess of the night Shar, who has always existed since the birth of the world of Toril, is completely insignificant.

In the gray field, there is a place in the darkness all year round, even the strongest sunlight cannot enter, it is like the purest darkness in the chaos. Taking away all the light around, this is the kingdom of Shar, where petitioners live in it around the clock and sing the greatness of the night, singing the ancient songs of sadness and loss.

Sitting in a gorgeous palace built of black marble, a beautiful woman wearing a black translucent gauze skirt is staring at a huge magic mirror. She is the owner of the palace and the creator of the entire kingdom of God—— Shar.

At this moment the goddess is observing a man in a trance, he is no one else. It was the former first prince Revalantan Shuer of Haunted City.

But the situation of the ghost prince is not so good now. Not only the clothes all over his body are torn and tattered, but his eyes are also beginning to be astigmatized. The whole person is like a walking dead. The only thing that supports him not to collapse is the end close at hand, the goddess of night. Country.

Since the Battle of the Floating City, Revalan has been deprived of all rights and titles by the Great Arcanist Terramant. Because of the failure of the mission, the goddess he believed in took back the power of the priest, so he could only carry out one. Extremely cruel trial. That is to search for the dark kingdom in the gray field, in order to redeem the favor of the goddess.

In fact, many pastors abandoned by Shar have tried this method. But none of them were truly successful. Generally speaking, they either died in the hands of demons, or couldn't stand the long-term depression, pain, and torture.

Many scholars and gods feel that this is just the lost lady in order to torture those fools who mess up things. It is basically impossible for someone to walk in the gray field for two weeks and remain mentally normal. Even divine creatures may last a long time. Being assimilated, let alone mortals who are easily seduced.

However, Revalan's performance far exceeded everyone's expectations. After entering the gray wilderness a month ago, he did not eat, drink, or rest. Keep advancing continuously, relying entirely on unimaginable perseverance to persist until now. If this is not considered religious, then there are probably few people in the entire Faerun Continent who dare to claim to be a devout believer.

"Huh! Asshole who has not succeeded and failed, I hope you can have a little memory this time..." After Shar murmured an underestimate, he gently waved his slender finger, and a black beam of light fell from the sky in an instant. Enveloping Ruivalan directly.

Next second...

He was surprised to find that his spirit was on the verge of collapse. The goddess who thought day and night sat opposite herself, still so beautiful, so mysterious, so intoxicating.

Without any reason, Revalan knelt down, crawled over like a dog and kissed the shoes of the goddess, and kept shouting: "Praise you. Master of the night! Praise your mysterious and beautiful appearance! May everything in the world be broken again." At the beginning of the world! The destruction of all life will finally come! Only chaos and darkness will last forever!"

Although he was so humble, so piety, and even gave up the most basic dignity as a wise life, Shar above the throne was completely indifferent. Just asked in an icy tone: "Tell me, where did you go wrong? Why did this operation fail?"

"Great goddess, I too underestimated Henry Angome's power, underestimated the attitude of the wizard king Lavaux, and also underestimated my father's determination to suppress theocratic power... Everything in the world is There is a cause before an effect. I overlooked too many factors, so the chance of failure is inevitable. But please rest assured that this situation will never happen again.” said Revalan gently touching With the empty sleeve on his right, his eyes flashed with intriguing light.

During the Battle of the Floating City, Henry detonated an unprecedented magic, which completely shredded his right arm. Whether it was to the soul, any magical regeneration, wishing, or even grafting of magical limbs were useless. Sometimes it just happened. Even he himself ignored the fact that he originally had a right arm.

Obviously, this is a powerful magic related to time. It erased the existence of the arm from the root. Since it doesn't exist, it can't naturally regenerate, so he doesn't remember how to use the lost arm at all.

"The summary is correct. It seems that you have recovered your sobriety. Compared to knowing what you should do now. Remember, first regain the position of Ghost City. As one of the two remaining floating cities, it is worthless. Estimate. In addition, find a way to persuade Terramant to appear on the main plane according to the original plan and rebuild the Netheril Empire. Let other things go first. Don’t try to capture the summoning method of the Dead Moon, otherwise you His father is likely to turn his face.” Shar raised his foot and stepped on the heads of his electors, and ordered softly.

For her, whether it is a believer, a god, or a ghost city, all are pawns that can be used and sacrificed. Sometimes she even risked great danger to awaken the ancient evil, the purpose is to kill the main plane All creatures and gods.

Revalan knows his plan to believe in the goddess very well, so he took a deep breath and promised: "Please rest assured, I can get everything back in four months at most. And let my father rebuild Netheril according to the planned plan."

Shar nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, I forgive this failure, now do what you should do."

As soon as the voice fell, a sign of the dark day appeared on Revalan’s chest, followed by getting bigger and bigger, exuding a powerful divine power. After a while, he was surprised to find that all the priest levels he had lost had returned. .

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity! I swear there will never be another next time! The destructive personality hidden in the soul of Henry Angome will be awakened, and he will definitely be your pioneer in reshaping the world. "After that, the ghost prince got up from the ground. Affectionately kissed the smooth and tender instep of the goddess, then turned and disappeared outside the palace gate.

Watching him regain his confidence, Shar smiled playfully. Muttered to himself: "Hehe, sorry, I already have a new candidate for awakening the Destroyer. I don’t know if he sees that the son of Baal, who he has worked so hard to cultivate for so long, will be killed. Crazy? Wellcome is really a good pawn. I hope he can successfully release Dimo ​​Gogan, and the terrifying and destructive power produced by then may pollute the entire Wildas Forest..."

"Huh! Wellcome is just a clown, and the ghostly prince is just an idiot who is sickly obsessed with you, they are not enough to fight against the real strong." As he walked out from behind the palace pillars, a person wrapped in black Man in smoke. However, if you look closely, you can see that he has pointed horns on his head, his skin is dark red, and there is a tail behind him.

Obviously, this guy not only has the blood of purgatory, but also transformed himself into a ghost. Just standing there condensed a lot of shadow energy, making it impossible to see his specific looks and expressions.

Shar was obviously no stranger to him, just smiled and stroked his chin and asked, "Kasen Riel, you finally escaped, how about it. It feels bad to be abandoned by Musk, right?"

"It's not very good, but fortunately that guy is now busy dealing with the prince of lies, and his other two voters are not my opponents. Now is the time to fulfill your promise, madam." He was called Kaisenri. Er's man stepped forward two steps, staring at the goddess across from him.

He didn't seem to be in the slightest fear. When talking about the King of Shadows, he didn't even have a trace of awe, as if betraying a **** was nothing to him.

"No problem! Let's talk about it. What do you seem to get from me?" Shar stood up from the throne, took a graceful step, and walked down the steps. Two eyes with countless secrets were looking up and down, completely unable to see happiness Anger and sorrow.

Kaysenriel took two steps back cautiously~www.ltnovel.com~ and shouted in a fanatical tone: "I want to obtain the secret of the gods! Like you and Mesk! Become a real god!"

Hearing this excessive request, Shar burst into laughter instantly: "Hahahahaha! You are really an ambitious mortal! But it doesn't matter, I can satisfy your wishes, but there is a prerequisite, first make one for me Things, a very, very important thing, as long as it succeeds, I will tell you how to become a god."

"Please say! I have endured enough now that Musk used me as a stepping stone for other voters! He thinks he is very smart, he has been planning everything thousands of years ago, but I want him to pay for everything he does. !" Kaisenriel made no secret of his purpose, and his entire face became distorted because of hatred.

Obviously, Shar likes this kind of person who is dazzled by hatred, and immediately smiled and nodded: "Ha ha, okay, I will tell you the task now..."

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