Simulate the heavens from Faerûn

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"Mask, the god of thieves... the God-killing sword... shouldn't be~"

Riley held the ax blade tightly with his fingers and murmured in disbelief.

After all, he didn't spend much time capturing Cyric alive before. After a few attacks, he severely injured Cyric with an axe. He couldn't tell that he was a ruthless man with an "artifact" in his hand.

Moreover, if Cyric knew that the sword in his hand was transformed from a god, why would he want to ambush them? !Isn't this just riding a horse to find a donkey! !
"Hahaha...Riley, didn't you think that Cyric didn't know the truth about that sword..."

Ober gently stroked his beard, looked at Rey with a faint smile and said.Because Ober couldn't see any clues from the sharp sword beside Cyric just now, it can be imagined that there should be very few people who know the details of that sharp sword.

"Hmm...it's really possible...what do you think, Rey?"

Riley raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he really thought it was very possible, but he still had some doubts in his heart, so he turned to his son and asked.

"Well...that's it. Otherwise, how could Cyric not know how to use it while holding a sharp sword..."

Looking at the questioning looks of the three people, Rey said calmly, then stood up again and said with a stern face:

"Of course... In addition, Cyric is still very special... It can be said that he was destined by fate. He originally had a broader future, and even did some earth-shattering things... However, No matter how great the fortune is, it is just the mercy of the superior... After all, fate changes with the will of the strong..."

"Is Cyric really so special?"

Lorna asked incomprehensibly. She really didn't expect that the guy lying on the ground like a dead dog just now could have such powerful potential.

"Hahaha...many people look ordinary...but as long as you give him a stage, he can surpass your imagination..."

Thinking of Cyric's feats and masterpiece "The Book of Cyril", Rey couldn't help but laugh. After all, outstanding talents like Cyric are really rare!

"..."

Ober, Lorna and Riley still had a hard time understanding Cyric's excellence, so they could only nod awkwardly and politely and smile.

"Okay...don't talk anymore, don't expose that sword...I'm going to show you what's special about him..."

Without continuing the riddle, after saying this, Rey opened the door of the carriage and stepped out.

"Uh...ah...cough..."

Along with the low knocking sound, a dull cry of pain came intermittently.

The emaciated Cyric fell to the ground, his face twisted, and his big copper-bell eyes filled with bloodshot eyes and a look of madness.His veins popped out, all the muscles in his body swelled, and he began to tremble slowly. Big beads of sweat kept dripping, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils, and some cries of pain came from his clenched teeth.

No matter how ferocious Cyric looked, he remained as motionless as a clay sculpture, as if imprisoned by some powerful force.

Looking at Cyric's condition, Rey nodded with satisfaction. Compared to physical torture, mental torture was more effective, and it was not so bloody. After all, he could see that no one should bleed too much. After all, this was all Good firewood.

Nodding slightly, Rey walked towards Cyric.

Seeing this, the two clergymen standing behind Cyric stopped casting spells, bowed and retreated without saying a word.

"Uh... um... uh~~!"

At the same time, as the spell casting ended, Cyric instantly collapsed like mud. A hoarse wailing sound came from his throat. His whole body curled up into a ball like a prawn, shaking as if he had been electrocuted. When he got up, his skin turned bright red in an abnormal state, like a cooked prawn.

A slender sword lay beside Cyric like garbage, stained with a lot of blood, soil and ashes. It looked ordinary and nothing special.

"Your name is Cyric."

Rey walked up to Cyric and spoke softly, like a gentle doctor asking about the patient's condition.

"Ahem... Your Majesty... I am Cyric..."

Cyric raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the handsome man in front of him with great fear. His lips trembled slightly, and a weak voice floated out.

"Hey... this person is a bitch... you can't recognize yourself unless you beat him... But, I still like your unruly look before... just like the group of dragons, let them When I was riding, I still held my head up so proudly..."

Rey said with a light smile, no emotion could be seen, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth made people feel very kind.

"Um...Your Majesty...I..."

Cyric was terrified when he saw this devil, and was about to defend his fault, but before he could speak, Rey waved his hand slightly, interrupting him.

"No need to say more...I'm not blaming you...I just keep you because I think you are pleasing to the eye..."

"Oh... By the way, Cyric, do you know the female mage Midnight and her lover, the warrior Cranvor Lyonsban?"

Rey suddenly changed the topic and asked seemingly casually.

"Midnight, Kelanvor... Your Majesty, I know them. We were adventure partners, but we separated half a month ago..."

Cyric raised his eyelids slightly, carefully watching Rey's expression, and replied slowly.Especially after seeing Rey's slight nod, Cyric couldn't help but ignite a glimmer of hope, and at the same time he felt a strong sense of resentment towards Midnight and Kelanvor.

Seeing Cyric's cautious appearance, Rey couldn't help but nodded, and while reading Cyric's memory, he said:
"Oh~~! We know them! Since you know them...how could you not know that Midnight is Mystra's chosen one, and instead leave them and embark on a desperate path..."

Hearing this, Cyric froze for a moment, and the regret and resentment in his heart broke out instantly - if he knew this news, he would definitely send his good brother Kelanvor away, take good care of Midnight, and follow Mystra's carriage How could he end up like this when he was at the pinnacle of his life? !
"Damn!! Midnight, this bitch!! And the bastard Kelenvor!! Damn!! Damn!!!"

While Cyric cursed bitterly in his heart, he squeezed out a wry smile on his face and said bitterly: "I... they may want to keep a low profile..."

"Hahaha... interesting~~! By the way, Cyric, there is so much movement in the north, and it seems that the chances are greater. Why don't you go there... but choose to guard my notorious god? ?”

Having stabbed a knife into Cyric's heart, Rey, who was not in the mood to listen to his sophistry, quickly changed the subject.

"Um... Your Majesty, although there is a lot of movement and opportunities in the north, I can smell the atmosphere of conspiracy. There are black hands deliberately gathering ambitious people who want to kill gods. I feel it is too dangerous so I didn't go... "

"As for the idea of ​​​​taking Mian's name... It's because Mian's reputation is not good, and unlike other saints, he has the reputation of slaughtering cities and annihilating countries. He thought Mian was just a lucky guy who took advantage... and underestimated Mian. Down……"

Hearing this, Cyric's face suddenly fell. He looked at Rey's face carefully and felt that Rey was not amusing him, so he pretended to be brave enough to reveal part of the truth. "I see...I am actually a lucky person who is easy to talk to in front of the world..."

Lei Yi smiled lightly and shook his head. Then, he thought of the believers in the newly occupied areas along the road who came to greet him with pots and cups, and the residents in the villages and towns looked disheveled. He sighed with compassion. : "What a terrible world..."

Looking down at Cyric's hopeful eyes, Rey nodded slightly and said:

"Well~ You answered my question sincerely, and I am very satisfied with your performance. If that is the case, then I will do as you wish..."

Hearing this, Cyric, who was lying on the ground, was radiant, and his heart was full of excitement for the hope of recovery. At the same time, he also felt that the person in front of him was really kind.

"Let you die in the battle of killing gods! Cyric! I allow you to get up, pick up your sword, and charge at me!!"

At this moment, Cyric's face full of joy suddenly froze, his eyes widened instantly, staring at Rey, as if he wanted to engrav him in his heart forever, and the original words of thanks and praise were stuck in his throat.

After a long while, Cyric came back to his senses. Looking at Rey who was smiling but not smiling, he felt endless irony and suppressed a sentence from his mouth:
"Thank you to the great Lord of Glory for your gift!!"

Cyric knew that he would not survive, but he was not afraid. On the contrary, the frustration caused by Rey's humiliation made him constantly ignite anger in his heart. He shook his head and endured the thousands of emotions in his soul. Feeling the pain of needles and saws, he struggled and groped on the ground and found his long sword.

The moment he touched the long sword, Cyric felt that long-lost feeling returned. The feeling of joy and excitement of cutting the enemy's throat and blood spurting out, and piercing the enemy's heart with a sword enveloped his heart again.

It made him forget the pain in his spirit and soul. A kind of power surged in his body. Cyric no longer feared, feared, or complained. He would pick up the sword and fight to the death with the enemy in front of him, regardless of the enemy. Who is it?

Let's fight! !
Cyric held the long sword in his hand and climbed up from the ground. He stared at Rey coldly with his eyes, extremely calm, as if he was an extremely experienced hunter hunting.

Seeing the sudden transformation of Cyric, Ober, Riley and Lorna were all shocked. However, they did not move and just followed Rey's instructions and watched quietly.

And Rey just smiled slightly when faced with the earth-shaking changes in Cyric at this moment, and was not worried. After all, the only thing Cyric relied on was the God-killing sword that no one else knew how deep he was. As long as he was prepared , How can a mortal with a divine weapon get a saint? !
Cyric held the sword in both hands and ran towards Rey.Rey looked at Cyric, surging divine power surged through his body, the furnace in his body was running rapidly, and a dazzling light lit up in his hand.

However, at this moment, a sky-reaching light pillar suddenly rose from the northern sky, attracting everyone's attention, and a strange wave rippled throughout the entire plane of Toril.

The straight beam of light broke through the void and clouds, reaching a more mysterious and distant area - the world barrier.

Then, the ban from the god AO hit the target! !

Also at this moment.

Rey, who knew what was going to happen next, did not stay where he was to pose, but flew up directly. He came to Cyric's side with lightning speed. With a stroke of his hands, he successfully snatched the white-knife general Xi with his bare hands. Rick took the long sword in his hand and inserted it into the furnace in his body in an instant. The raging elemental fire in the furnace swept up.

And Cyric, who had lost his power, was immediately beaten back to his original state. Under Rey's huge force, he was thrown a piece of dog shit, lying on the ground, looking at Rey in confusion, not knowing what happened.

At the same time, the endless clouds in the sky slowly formed a huge face with repeated agitation.

Shenshangshen AO debuts!

It was full of character, even if it was just a blurry face transformed by the clouds, it made countless creatures in the world of Toril raise their heads at the same time unconsciously.

It also stopped many actions in Toril's world.

Even the brutal fighting that involved all the people's attention suddenly stopped at this moment.

The world seemed to be paused at this point, and everyone was watching the mysterious and powerful God AO who made his debut.

Of course, there is one exception, and that is the northern snowfield, the underground palace where the [Slate of Destiny] was originally stored.

Shar looked at the huge changes in front of her and the huge face in the sky with a look of surprise.

Just now, Shar touched the [Slate of Destiny], and the [Slate of Destiny] was suddenly activated! !

Lightning and light appeared together, and after a strange and majestic scene, the [Slate of Destiny] turned into a beam of light and rose into the sky.In an instant, the barrier of the secret room, as well as the thick layer of soil above the head, were completely penetrated! !
Then AO appeared, and the whole world came to a halt. Only time in AO and this area was still flowing, and everyone else was forced to freeze to watch this grand ceremony.

"Shar... you retrieved the [Slate of Destiny] for me. Now as a reward, you can make a request - provided that it does not involve intentionally harming certain individuals..."

A loud and majestic voice echoed in the palace, and AO issued a reward to Shar for completing the task.

After Shar thought for a while, he said seriously:
"In this case, please restore my original strength and let me regain my past glory... I am deeply tired of being weak now..."

After all, in Shar's opinion, since Su Lun, his most hated opponent, cannot be killed directly, then beating Su Lun hand in hand after regaining his past peak is still a good choice.

And face this request.

AO did not refuse, still calmly replied, "It's very simple, I agree."

next moment.

The colorful thunder surrounding Shar began to spin crazily, turning into countless streams of light, which were continuously poured into Shar's body.

At that moment, Shar also let out a long sigh of relief. He could feel that he had become the powerful creator god of the world again.

While Shar was receiving power, the face transformed by AO also summarized the theft of the [Slate of Destiny] and the [Saint Catastrophe] in the world of Toril.

Moreover, after severely condemning and criticizing the gods, AO said:
“...Therefore, I decided to set more stringent standards and trials for all true gods.

Every once in a while, after certain conditions are met, I will expel some or all of the gods in the form of saints from the Kingdom of God. Only after they meet certain requirements can they be able to return..."

"This will be my test of the gods, my judgment on those who are not qualified in high positions, and it will also be the opportunity I give to all living beings, the opportunity for those who have the ability to replace them..."

Hearing this, some people became frightened, some were excited, some were calm and calm... all living things.

However, no matter what, the first [Saint Catastrophe] that had attracted the attention of millions of people and lasted for four months finally came to an end...

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