Don't call me evil god

Chapter 352 This is the necessary price

In the gray foggy kingdom of God, Norman touched his head with his tentacles with deep emotion.

"really."

"As long as we maintain order among the mortals, the disaster can be brought under control."

Norman's image at this time was a little strange.

Although it still has a human form overall, it has grown a huge backpack on its back, from which extend dozens of tentacles with different functions.

He is multitasking.

While paying attention to the actions of the believers, he was busy creating a new divine creation.

The human body structure has efficiency limits.

Only by not being a human being can you break through your limits.

The temporary information sharing platform organized by Pete and his team gave Nowen a good inspiration.

Nowen realized that the divine art of [Instant Messenger], which represents information, actually has great potential for development.

Simply using it as a communication spell will not bring out its full effect.

Nowen plans to create a brand new magic.

Let's call it the 3.0 version of the Instant Messenger, it will have a more powerful effect.

However, the scale of the creations required for the production of this divine art is slightly more complicated.

Even Noven took some time to complete.

It will not be possible to go online quickly for a while.

Therefore, while waving his tentacles to constantly adjust the effects of the divine creation, Noven was also closely following the situation in the Ceylon region.

As ordinary people in various villages and towns were rescued and no longer in panic and despair, and as they regained hope for the future in the refuges, the Countess's Castle, which was the most polluted, did begin to show signs of "loosening".

There is an obvious connection between the two.

From Noven's perspective.

The entire Ceylon region is like a complex "magic circle" in operation.

The Countess's Castle is the core hub of the magic circle.

The "energy" that supplies this magic circle comes from the villages and towns in the area.

To be more precise - it should be the order of various civilized gathering places.

The more disordered and chaotic it is, the greater the impact will be on the Goddess of Illusion, who is being polluted and eroded by the void.

These negative orders have symbolic power.

It will further push the Goddess of Illusion into the abyss.

In reality, the representative phenomenon is:

The illusion effect outside the Countess's Castle will also become stronger and stronger.

After the knowledge-seeking believers intervened, the overall deteriorating situation was quickly curbed.

Because civilized order is being restored.

If we say that the original goddess of illusion was tied by the countess to a runaway train, she was inevitably heading towards the end and embracing madness.

Now it is equivalent to the knowledge seekers rushing onto the train and then slamming the brakes.

Although, Nowen has not found a way to salvage the deteriorating situation, and cannot immediately stop this runaway train.

But at least it's starting to slow down.

And the effect is very significant.

……

Countess's Castle.

In the attic, in the meditation room.

The Countess of Ceylon entered a state similar to deep sleep when she began her 194th attempt.

The body sitting cross-legged was motionless.

His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow.

For two whole days, he didn't drink a drop of water or eat a grain of rice.

On the altar in front of her, the young man in the ice coffin no longer looked as peaceful and calm as before.

I don't know when his expression started to become eerie and strange.

A smile that is not a smile;

Like crying but not crying;

It was as if hundreds of emotions and memories were intertwined at the same time, and under the fierce collision, countless thoughts and ideas were derived, and all of them were presented on his face. Countess Frigga Ceylon slightly opened her eyes.

The man in the ice coffin then regained his calm state.

There was no movement in his chest, no breathing, no heartbeat.

He had undoubtedly been dead for a long time.

The Countess of Ceylon staggered slightly as she stood up.

Even a powerful fifth-level wizard will become weak if he does not eat or drink.

Make corresponding hand gestures and chant two spells.

Clear water gurgled out of nowhere and filled the entire crystal glass.

A round magic bread appeared next to it.

Two magics: [Water Creation] and [Food Creation].

While eating a simple meal, the countess took out a delicate silver bell from her arms and shook it gently a few times.

"Ding bell, jingle bell."

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

Not long after, Mr. Winnekes, the old butler of the castle, knocked gently on the door outside.

"Master, I'm here. Is there anything I can tell you about?"

Countess Ceylon glanced out the window.

The dark night enveloped the castle.

No stars or moon.

She made up her mind: "Call, you know...them."

The old butler Winnekes immediately understood what he meant.

The “You Know Who” that Frigga Ceylon mentioned refers to the two short men in black robes with mysterious identities.

They appeared at the castle fifteen years ago, claiming that they had a way to make the Countess make up for her greatest regret.

Her late husband, Sepp Skov.

Many people know that after Frigga Ceylon was personally canonized by the king to become the noble earl who guarded and managed the border "Ceylon Territory", she rejected many roses handed to her by nobles in the royal capital and chose to go to the border to secretly marry an ordinary person.

After the marriage, Countess Ceylon's husband, Sepp Skov, rarely appeared in public, and only made brief appearances as the Countess's husband at occasional social gatherings.

Therefore, almost no one knows.

The Countess of Ceylon's husband had actually been dead for more than 16 years.

Two mysterious men in black robes appeared and brought the countess a strange hexagonal gem and a mysterious ceremony.

The throne of the god who controls illusions was born.

In the following days, the countess made attempts again and again.

She wanted to use the power of illusion to bring her husband back to her.

But the two men in black robes had already told the Countess of an inevitable, fateful ending from the very beginning:

"As a mortal, there is a price to pay for blaspheming a great god."

"If you don't pay the price."

"Then the gods will bear the consequences on your behalf."

Sixteen years ago, the Countess had not yet realized what the words of the black-robed men meant.

But after a long time, when the two men in black robes appeared in front of her again, the Countess of Ceylon finally understood the meaning of the so-called "price".

The entire Ceylon region was covered by the eternal night sky.

Monsters continue to emerge.

The situation is so bad.

The only thing that supported her was her last obsession:
"This is the necessary price."

"As long as you stop in time and stop completely before everything is irreversible."

"Then there is still a chance of salvation."

"But... the hope of success is right in front of us."

"I won't give up until the last moment!"

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(End of this chapter)