God!

This familiar yet unfamiliar vocabulary keeps echoing in my mind.

No mortal can remain calm after witnessing the power of the gods, and no one can resist the temptation to benefit from the gods.

Especially for a queen who has no real power in her hands and is surrounded by countless malicious snoopers, if she can get the blessing of a real god, it is equivalent to getting a chance to compete with the other party at the negotiating table. chips.

No monarch would play with his own and his family's life for petty gain until he had ensured that he was capable of fighting the gods.

After all, in many ancient stories and legends, it has been mentioned that the curse from the gods in the legend, once infected, will be passed on from generation to generation, and will not disappear until all blood relatives are dead.

In contrast, Isolt's is much more honest, obediently standing in place without moving, the whole person is like a sculpture.

Of course, it wasn't because he didn't want to move, but because the bottle of divine blood was boiling in his body, seriously interfering with the perception and control of magical energy.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the inevitable end of taking shortcuts.

Although ingesting a little dark divinity can restore youth to mortals, delay aging and death, it also means being influenced and controlled by the original master of divinity.

But in Isolt's eyes, it's worth it to exchange this price for a long lifespan.

What's more, he believes that as long as he has not been abandoned by his master, the goddess in front of him will never dare to use this to do anything.

So he's safe, at least so far.

Musea undoubtedly also felt the very familiar divinity. She glanced at the old Isolt from the corner of her eye, pursed her lips and asked, "Are you the thief? You stole a little bit from me." Blood?"

"No, great goddess, I'm not a thief, that vial of blood was given to me by the master." Isolt bent down and bowed deeply.

In front of gods who are countless times stronger than himself, he never minds showing his most humble side.

"Master? Ah! You are referring to that guy." Musea pursed her lips and smiled playfully, then whispered seductively: "Then are you interested in being my voter? Look, you already have Without the dark divinity, I only need to inject a little divine power, and you will immediately gain unimaginable power."

"I'm sorry, I've lost my allegiance, and I'm afraid I have to reject your kindness." Isolt cast his eyes on the tortured Kerwin, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

There are many smart people in the world who like to walk among the strong as the weak to prove their intelligence.

But many people don't know that there are only a very small number of successful cases in this way, and most of the final results are often not grasped properly, being crushed to death like bedbugs by the strong, or becoming cannon fodder at the moment of betrayal.

What's more, there is Kerwin, a lesson learned from the past. With a relatively conservative personality, how dare he betray a master who has not figured out the depth until now.

The only thing he knows is that the master he is loyal to has unimaginable power, and even inadvertently can create a real dark goddess.

"Hehe, you are a smart guy, you know how to survive better than all the smart people I have ever met."

After saying these meaningful words, Musea stepped up to the young queen, stretched out her right hand and gently stroked her smooth and delicate cheek, and said in an extremely serious voice: "How about it, about my last proposal, you Have you thought about it clearly?"

"I...I've thought it through. I agree!"

After a moment's hesitation, the Queen hurriedly nodded, not even paying attention to those subordinates who were kneeling on the ground limply.

After all, for her, even though the tyrant is dead and her soul is suffering pain and torture all the time, it doesn't mean that there are no other enemies.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly a very good choice to use the power of gods and religion to check and balance the power of secular kings.

As for whether religion will become bigger in the future, and whether it will begin to try to influence and control the political power, that is a matter for the future.

If you refuse now, there will be a big question mark on whether this new kingdom can survive successfully.

"Very good! Kneel now!"

The Dark Goddess nodded in satisfaction, and lightly pressed her palm down, signaling the Queen to kneel in front of her.

The latter didn't hesitate, and directly lifted his skirt and knelt down on his knees.

After she knelt down, Musea raised her left hand high and chanted in an aria-like tone: "I, Musea, the goddess of darkness, hereby declare that this mortal is my spokesperson in the mortal world, the supreme voter, who is subject to the darkness." Whoever dares to do anything disrespectful to her will bear my wrath. Now, I give you glory and strength to work hard to spread the dark faith so that more ignorant people Mortals understand that only I am the only true god in this world, and all other temples enshrine false gods."

The voice just fell!

A completely opaque darkness enveloped the queen from head to toe!

After just a few seconds, when the darkness dissipated, people could clearly see two extremely exquisite black magic lines on her forehead and sides of her cheeks, and her body also began to exude a sense of harmony with the surrounding scenery. One dark energy.

"Thank you for your generous gifts and protection! I swear, as long as I and my descendants still rule this country, I will spare no effort to spread your faith and let every citizen become your believer."

Feeling the powerful force that was about to come out, the young queen raised her head and swore in a slightly excited tone.

She understands that from this moment on, she can truly control her own destiny, instead of being someone else's marionette.

"I look forward to your performance..."

The Goddess of Darkness, who had seen and experienced too many betrayals, smiled, and disappeared without a trace together with the dark clouds in the sky.

At least 5 minutes after she left, the crowd affected by the divine power tremblingly got up from the ground, and the expressions they looked at the queen were no longer full of various ambitions and desires, but showed a trace of fear.

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"So...the woman who founded the Dark Church not only did not die, but killed the god she served, and now she has become a true goddess?"

Sitting on the seat in the main hall of the capital city of the kingdom, Vilia frowned and listened to the news brought back by Isolt, her face full of puzzlement and worry.

You must know that according to the original plan, after Kerwin was eliminated, she planned to support the prince who made a deal with her, tearing a third of the territory from the fallen huge empire in one go.

But now, due to the sudden addition of a god, everything has become confusing.

"That's right! Please don't doubt my judgment, because it was admitted by the master himself." Isolt reminded with a serious expression.

"Master? Could this matter be part of the master's plan?" Vilia's face changed slightly.

Perhaps a god who appeared out of nowhere was not enough to scare her, but being involved with a mysterious and dangerous master was another matter.

Especially after learning of Kerwin's miserable end, she had already extinguished the last trace of luck, and she didn't dare to do anything that was obsequious.

Isolt smiled wryly and shook his head: "I'm sorry, although I really want to give you an exact answer, but I really don't know anything. The master will never tell our servants his real plan. Because we Too weak, too weak to participate in such a grand plan. Think about it, he can even turn a mortal into a god with his own hands. Even if he can do such incredible things, what else can he not do? Woolen cloth?"

"Since that's the case, what attitude do you think we should take towards this new country and the goddess of darkness who protects it?" Vilia asked, tapping the armrest of the seat lightly.

It can be seen that she is a little anxious now, just like when all the superiors who are used to giving orders from above find that the situation begins to exceed their control.

After all, religion has always played the role of spiritual opium on this big road, helping the nobles to extort money from the bottom-level people, and making people believe that status and wealth can be passed on along with blood.

The descendants of nobles will always be nobles, and the descendants of serfs will always be serfs. Only the lucky few who are favored by fate are eligible to break the barriers before class.

As for the magnificent statues enshrined in the main hall, they are just some sculptures. No matter what the priests do, they will not bring down divine punishment.

But now, suddenly there is a real god standing behind a religion, capable of killing powerful tyrants with ease.

This kind of strong contrast is quite a challenge for any monarch.

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