Chaos Crown

Chapter 237, The Original Devil Prince!
The world in the realm of chaos is grotesque. In the kingdom of shadows, an energy that symbolizes pure filth and evil ejected from the mother's womb. Its birth formed a bulge in the tilted chaotic world, rolling over One piece after another was horribly groaning in the twisted torment. These subspace creatures with only superficial intelligence were entangled together. They were struggling desperately, howling, and mourning.

The new life rolled through the chaos left by the shadows, as if celebrating its own new life, but at this moment, a powerful force suddenly grabbed the life firmly, and a faint light radiated from the center of the jet-black throne , and kept bumping, this little shadow was pulled out from the nightmare, writhing on the dark thread, screaming.

The shadow made an ear-piercing sound, and the silk thread twisted into a ball, crushing the existence of this subspace like a maggot bursting, and the juice composed of energy splashed out, exuding a rotten stench.

From the shadows, a long black sword with teeth emerged first, wrapped in agate-colored flames, and a phantom slowly emerged on the throne.

Its recurved legs rubbed against the ground like midnight's desperate call to lost souls.

Shadow creatures swirled around its throne, and the demon on it sat up straight, raised its horned head, and flapped its huge, black wings.

The demon's body is vigorous and soft. Although its muscles are as firm as a rock, it has a smooth and eternal texture. An eight-pointed star symbolizing the avenue of chaos is imprinted on its broad chest, like a crack in the boundless darkness. up the light.

It clenched its fists tightly, and the muscles on its limbs drove its whole body. When the demon like a god scanned its chaotic domain, all creatures felt the darkness of despair. The eyes of the demon were like a bottomless abyss. Unfortunate souls are always fallen and cannot be saved.

The demon on the throne looked into the distance, and he felt it. As the first person in the universe who was blessed by the four gods of chaos to become a demon, he felt it, at an important moment.

He felt the completion of the Chaos Contract Palace, as well as the power bestowed by the four gods on that "new favored one". He sensed the exact location of that favored one, his breakthrough, his promotion, and the... …intoxicating power.

He was the first devil prince, and was once the most powerful existence under the four gods of chaos. He himself was blessed by the four gods at the same time. They crushed other mortals, and were even worshiped as gods at one point, and could even give their own subordinates special powers.He is such a powerful demon.

In his heyday, he conquered thousands of worlds, forcing billions of people to worship him and respect him as a god, and he himself has been careful to erase the traces of his own existence in history.

When the world declines, he will immediately abandon those people who worship him and look for new worlds and races as his toys.

Aside from such games, he hunts down all sorts of Chaos-favored Champions like a jealous child.When he hunted followers of Nurgle, he was a follower of Tzeentch, and when he killed followers of Slaanesh, he would use the name of Khorne.

He was once very close to the fifth god of chaos, but he failed in the end-the interest of the four gods of chaos on any mortal has a time limit, when the four gods notice more and more interesting mortals and give blessings, he His power has been divided a lot, his rank has fallen from the top, and he has become no different from many demon princes, and his influence is not as good as before.

And Tzeentch tricked him, turning him into a shadow.

He is the Primordial Demon Prince of Chaos—Bilak.

Now, he perceives that there is another new chosen by the four gods, who is rising in a distant world that has not been touched. He has established a contract court and released the power of chaos—just like he did back then.

This is an opportunity!
Belak sat on his Shadow Throne, and the Demon Prince smiled grimly. The laughter was as ominous as the black ice on the surface of the frozen lake.

Kill him, devour his flesh, take away his authority, usurp his power.

This is destined to be a life-and-death duel, and there is only one person who can become the fifth god of chaos!
He wants to dedicate this great duel to the four gods, so as to restore his physical body and restore the favor of the four gods.

King of Skulls, Lord of Change, Father of Rot, Lord of Pleasure, is this the chance you gave me?

The supreme king is never afraid of challenges.

The original demon prince immediately turned himself into a greasy shadow, and rushed out from the throne, straight to the outside of the subspace, straight to the boundless universe.

He has only one goal, to win the final victory in this chaotic personal selection battle.

In that marked world, become the fifth God of Chaos.

The original demon prince Bilak came here by smuggling.

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October 1361 in the Vale calendar, the Sword Coast area.

Nestia Baenre had a premonition that she might die on this day.

She contemplates her own death every day, her skin feels the heat of the flames around her, just as when she was a child, her family forced her from black to white in order to integrate her into the surface world as a spy.

She heard the screams, the roars of battle, and covered her own wounds before she recognized them as the enemies she had hunted for so long at Rose's behest.

She could feel the buildings around her crumbling under the constant bombardment of battle and magic.

In her mind, in the depths of her soul, she had experienced the explosive power of the Spider Queen. She held tightly the mistress scepter that Lolth gave her, and looked at the enemy who stepped out of the darkness.

From the flames and collapsed buildings, the twin-sword elf, who was a little taller than the average drow, stepped out.He has long white hair and lavender eyes, and is wearing a green cloak with a leather collar and black boots under his dark skin. He has an indifferent expression and eyes like arrows. Leopard.

The energy gathered and formed a point on the tip of the mistress' scepter. Nestia felt the power of the spider queen rising in her body. She tried to launch a fierce attack again, and the duel with the two-knife elves was like a whirlwind Torn together, while behind them, a beam of orange light shot towards the nearby gate, a group of screaming drow and duergar were fleeing in all directions, and in an instant, the fortress was blasted to rubble and twisted. Metal, wreckage was thrown into the sky like a fountain.

Frantic shouts echoed from the walls, and the few drow defenders broke down and fled in the courtyard.

The ambush failed.

Nestia's heart was filled with despair.

Everything went so smoothly before, she followed Rose's order, and relying on the mistress scepter bestowed upon her by the Spider Queen, Nestia Baenry gathered a group of drow and gray dwarves from other families, here He set up an ambush, and was ordered to hunt down and kill the strong enemy of his family, the dead remnant of the Do'Urden family.

She successfully lured the enemy into her ambush circle, and the moment the opponent entered the ambush, her side released a dense magic barrage, a rainstorm of arrows and a volley of guns towards him.

But this is useless, the strength displayed by the Ranger of Two Swords is not only shocking, but also he seems to have the blessing of luck that the owner can't imagine. The key opportunity is either the bowstring breaks, the spell save is successful, or the gray dwarf's firecracker suddenly jams , let him rush out of the encirclement inconceivably.

Then, the nightmare of the ambush came. As a master swordsinger, with both the blessing of Rose and the power of the mistress' scepter, Nestia could barely match up to the knight with two swords. She watched helplessly. When reinforcements arrived, the friendly forces were routed, and the black panther rushed into the queue of gray dwarves and killed them indiscriminately.

The imminent fate of death did not disturb Nestia.

In a way, this is comforting.

Her life does not belong to her, if not for the appearance of Aaron Salian, her life would have ended two years ago, she thought, this is fate, she is fully aware of the irony, at least In reality, she still can only follow Rose's orders.

The fate of the drow elves is always in the hands of Lolth, and for the drow, the Spider Queen represents everything.

At least for Nestia.

Only that precious memory, that once most sincere relationship supported Nestia, and an invisible but felt future had once unfolded in front of her.

She doesn't know what will happen between her and Aaron's brother in the future, but the slight possibility between them has always supported her, and this excitement about the unknown makes her restless.

With the sharp sword in her hand to block the onslaught of the Ranger of Two Swords, Nestia concentrated her magic power on the matriarch's scepter. — shadows quickly surrounded her — and ascended a tower whose roof had been destroyed by a falling bomb.

Fires blazed all around her, and the burnt buildings were as mesmerizing as an island glowing in the setting sun.

Screams rose around her like smoke, and a continuous roar sounded from above her head. She looked up at the Silvermoon City guards coming from a distance, and with the corner of her eye, she saw a mage using his staff Aiming at herself and chanting the mantra, she let out a long sigh and clapped her hands violently. The energy of the matriarch's scepter burst out, accompanied by a distant explosion sound, and the mage was blown into mud on the spot, mixed with smoke Fragments of flesh and blood fell from his flaming robes.

Sometimes she also thinks why she still struggles, because now is not the time.

1 minute or 100 years, what's the difference?All her life she had expected death to come, and if she gave up fighting now, she would have done so years ago.

She just doesn't have a choice.

"Drizzt-Do'Urden!" Nestia yelled with the last of her strength. "You can't escape the Kiss of the Spider Queen! It won't be the end, because you never know what you're up against, I'm just an insignificant pawn, Drizzt, son of Zaknafein-Do'Urden, you're going to face the Supreme Mistress."

Her enemy, the dual-knife ranger, the white-haired and black-skinned drow stood in the middle of the road. Even though his body was covered in wounds and exhausted, he remained motionless like a boulder among the panicked crowd.He raised his chin calmly and looked up at Nestia, his two knives reflecting light in the surrounding flames.

"You are always welcome."

The self-confidence and arrogance of the dual-knife ranger always gave Nestia an illusion.

Sometimes, even though she was carrying the scepter that Rose gave her, she felt that Drizzt was Rose's godly choice.

But this is not the time to think so much, the mission failed, and she has to live.

Suddenly, dots of stars appeared in her sight, and a silver flowing silk thread pointed out a way for Nestia to leave. A soft and sad female voice whispered in Nestia's ear: "Go this way!" ,quick."

"Who are you?" Nestia couldn't help asking.

It was not Rose's voice.

"Quick." The voice repeated, and there were no more new movements, and the silver thread also quickly dimmed.

Before Nestia could ask again, a beam of red light had already flashed past her eyes, and at a critical second, an explosion-like roar accompanied the light and roared towards her.

Seeing this, the drow no longer hesitated, following the guidance of the silver thread, she disappeared into the smoke at an extremely fast speed.

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The Palace of the Round Table, the Palace of Chaos Contracts, the meeting place of the Four Gods.

The three gods of chaos have left, leaving Aaron sitting alone on his throne, with his fingers interlocked and silent.

With the Chaos Contract Palace as a non-war place, after realizing his power, Aaron no longer needs to carry the power of Chaos on his body at any time, and he does not need to give blessings by himself all day long. Now the round table hall can replace this function.

In the future, with the round table as the core, Aaron is confident that this territory will become the core of his own belief.

Aaron's strength has also been promoted to the master level. There are many new magics to learn and new super-bloodline abilities to master. As long as he is given a certain amount of time to settle, he believes that his strength will definitely rise to a higher level.

However, Aaron felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The first is the delay in unlocking Nurgle's power. Unlike the other three gods, Nurgle is lazy and conservative, old-fashioned and slow. He actually doesn't care whether Aaron wants to unlock his power, so Aaron has been unable to find him. to the direction.

He asked the three gods of chaos, and the answers given by the three gods were strange.

Khorne says that Nurgle does not seek the Cranium, so don't try to please him by building wonders and performing feats.

Slaanesh said that Nurgle doesn't like excitement, so it's impossible to do some weird things to get out.

Only Tzeentch said something very interesting.

"For the father of rot, there is not much difference between active and passive. Rather than saying that this fat man likes active and bold believers, it is better to say that he likes the struggle from passive to desperate."

"Maybe you think you have to comprehend the essence of that dead fat house yourself, but to him, it doesn't matter whether you comprehend it actively or accept it passively."

After finishing speaking, Tzeentch smiled.

Active or passive, does it matter?
Does it matter if you understand the true meaning of Nurgle?
Aaron suddenly remembered his own example—although the power of Nurgle had not been activated, as long as the power of the disease attacked him, the power of Nurgle would absorb it as it was ordered, and inhaled all the power of the disease.

So, suppose a higher power of disease, or even a deity of a god with the priesthood of disease and decay?

Aaron had a vague goal in mind.

It seems that I really have to go to Myth Drannor once.

Then there is his relationship with the Chaos Gods...

But before that, Aaron has one important thing to do first.

The time has come for him to meet up with that stunning enchantress, Ms. Mysty Tanshul.

　Updated, ask for tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)