Casting spells

If it wasn't for the faint fragrance remaining in the air, the queen would even think that everything that happened just now was an illusion, because she was too tired, too nervous, and too worried, so she longed for a god to help her in her heart.

But sadly, all of this is true.

"Do gods really exist?"

With strong doubts, she picked up a book called "Theogony" beside the bed and began to read it carefully.

This book is said to be a poem written by a great master in the age of human enlightenment. It has been more than 500 years ago, and the words on it have not changed at all.

As for the content, most of them are ravings of unknown meaning.

Among them, a name is clearly mentioned in Chapter 3, that is, Luwa, the god of darkness.

Now she is eager to find out everything about this god.

Especially is the opponent really powerful?

Are there miracles unfolding?

Can gods really be killed by mortals?

With a series of questions, she quickly immersed herself in the wonderful world described by the prophet, a world where gods and mortals are closely connected.

……

"Quite interesting! I didn't expect that three women would decide the fate of the world. I have to say, in a political and social environment where patriarchy prevails, this is really ironic."

Sitting in the magic tower, Zhang Cheng watched the image in the mirror and couldn't help laughing.

The two queens and one goddess were created directly or indirectly by him.

Now, they practiced their hands to deal with Kerwin who had been abandoned. Even with their heels, they knew that the latter would definitely not be spared this time.

Similarly, the combination of the three of them also means that this continent is about to enter a new era.

When the newly born Goddess of Darkness gathers enough faith, the plans for the Tree of Chaos and the Fruit of Chaos will also enter the final stage, and a weapon that can truly kill the Lord will also be completely completed.

No matter what kind of enemy appears at that time, Zhang Cheng is confident that the opponent will never return.

The first thousand and 170 chapters of the second city gate

Following the appearance of the newly born Dark Goddess in the court, she disappeared again.

She neither performed miracles among the people to recruit and influence believers, nor tried to contact other dignitaries in the city, as if she disappeared out of thin air.

Although the queen is very interested in this goddess who calls herself Musa, in the last few days of Kerwin's return, she does not have much energy to take care of other things, but devotes herself to the plan of "assassinating the tyrant" middle.

In order to make this plan foolproof, she specially pretended to inform everyone to prepare a grand triumphant ceremony, gathering those who had not fallen to her, and ensuring that these people could be separated from their soldiers during the assassination.

Anyone with a bit of military and political common sense understands that the biggest threat to an army is not whether they are well-equipped, let alone the level of training, but the brain responsible for formulating strategies and issuing orders.

If the brain can be controlled, no matter how large the army is, it will be in a mess in a short period of time, unable to organize an effective counterattack.

Of course, there must be a prerequisite for this to happen, that is, there must be a sufficient excuse.

Unfortunately, Kerwin, who has always liked to create and highlight his identity and status, happened to be very keen on seeing the scene of accepting and being warmly welcomed by his subjects, whether they were willing or had to submit out of fear.

Because this all means the stability of rights!

It means that no one dares to challenge their own supreme authority!

When the tyrant's team arrived near the city gate, the long-prepared band began to play, and the guard of honor stood on both sides of the red carpet in gorgeous silver armor.

In addition, at least [-] people were evicted from their homes, holding back their anger and shouting welcome slogans.

As for the queen, she stood behind the iron gate in the inner city in a white dress, staring at the man who filled her with hatred in the distance with her eyes wide open.

She is very clear that today is the moment to decide her own destiny. If she succeeds, she can say anything, but if she fails, her fate will be no better than those girls in the dungeon who were ravaged by tyrants to the sanity market, and even went completely crazy.

Kerwin didn't care whether she had noble blood or not, only the act of betrayal.

Just when the queen's thoughts began to diverge, thinking about where she would flee if the assassination failed, Isolt, who had always shrouded herself in a large cloak, suddenly reminded: "Your Majesty, you'd better be happy, at least Reduce Kerwin's vigilance. After all, half of his survival is due to his keen sixth sense. If he senses something and refuses to step into the city gate, all the arrangements we have made will fall short .”

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

The queen quickly came back to her senses, and pulled down the already low neckline to ensure that she could show her amazing career line, and at the same time put on a proud and slightly playful smile.

The moment the tyrant came to the outer door on horseback, she immediately took the initiative to take a step forward, lifted her skirt and bowed slightly: "Welcome back, my dear husband. How is the crusade against the rebel going?"

"Thank you for your concern, it went quite smoothly. Although a small price was paid, the dark church has been completely wiped out and can no longer pose any threat." Kerwin responded meaningfully.

It is not difficult to see from those guarded eyes that he took this ordinary greeting as a temptation, and he was not willing to reveal the truth at all.

But no wonder!

The relationship between the two is not so much a "husband and wife" as an "enemy" who each takes what they need.

If one of the parties loses strength or uses value, then the other party will definitely choose to turn his face without hesitation, or even stab a fatal knife in the back.

"Ah! Then I want to congratulate you, you have won another brilliant victory. Come on, the ceremony is ready, let the nobles and subjects of this country cheer and celebrate for you." As she spoke, the Queen stretched out her arms, signaling "Tyrant "Come here and hold your right hand.

At the same time, the officers lying in ambush on the wall of the Wengcheng tensed up all their nerves, and their entire bodies were soaked in sweat.

It is one thing to know that it is one thing to plan a conspiracy in secret, but it is another thing to execute it.

Too many surprises!

Too many special cases!

It will make the seemingly foolproof plan go bankrupt in an instant!

So before cutting off the opponent's head, he kept telling himself in his heart that he must not take it lightly.

In fact, not only him, but also more than 200 trusted soldiers around him were trembling non-stop, and the palms holding the bow and crossbow were full of sweat.

In any case, Kerwin's name as a tyrant has resounded throughout the continent.

No matter how those famous nobles despise his origin, how they promote his rudeness and cruelty, they can't erase this powerful and powerful ruler.

Just like that, time passed by...

Kerwin stood at the door riding a horse, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something, and he never took a step forward.

After two or three minutes, he smiled and asked, "Why did you think of holding a grand triumphant ceremony for me?"

"Isn't this the duty of a wife?" The queen replied without changing her expression.

"Obligation? Haha, is it also a wife's duty to have a private meeting with another man behind her husband's back?" Kerwin mercilessly opened up this scar that most men can't talk about.