I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

In the dim room, deep red blood-red eyes slowly opened, gloomy and dark, hiding an unspeakable ferocity.

Pasak reached out and touched his cheek. Cracks appeared on his old face. He pressed his hand tightly on his face. After a moment, the cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood color in his eyes faded away and gradually returned to its original simple light gold color.

"Rowan."

Pasak called out a name softly, and the door was pushed open, allowing light to finally enter the room. However, this weak light was still unable to clearly see the person sitting inside.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

The man with silver-purple hair and wearing a pure white uniform put his right hand on his chest to salute. He also had a beautiful long sword on his waist. The scabbard was gorgeous and noble, just like its owner.

"There will be a disaster in the future, and the source is the Far North. I have a feeling that the goddess we have been looking for should be in the Far North. Bring her back. I want her to appear in front of me intact."

"Leader!"

This was completely opposite to Pasak's original decision. Before, it didn't matter if she was dead or alive, as long as she was brought back, but now he wanted to bring the goddess back intact.

Rowan turned and walked out of the dark room, his silver-purple hair gently drawing beautiful arcs in the air. He looked like an elegant gentleman swordsman from Western Europe, and the slim-fitting Royal Guards uniform made his figure look even taller.

"Bring a team of elite guards. I don't want any accidents to happen."

As Luo Wen walked away, he glanced at him sideways, and his hand in a pure white glove grasped the hilt of the sword. With a loud bang, the sword was unsheathed, and the silver blade reflected the corners of his confidently raised mouth.

"Don't worry, sir. If I take action, I will never fail."

Pathak lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

Rowan, Pasak's confidant, has a natural talent for swordsmanship through his bloodline power. He is a well-deserved genius of the Moon Spirit Clan. He can fight three enemies at once and never lose. Since he was promoted to the Beast King, he has never been defeated.

Geniuses are always a little arrogant.

Pasak raised his hand, and the door of the dark room closed again. A fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat, and he coughed up a hand full of blood. The blood was not bright red, but mixed with sticky black, and faintly emitted the smell of dead rats in the sewer.

Even though he coughed up foul-smelling blood, his face remained calm, as if he was accustomed to the smell.

Pasak clenched his fists, his pupils bloodshot again. He tried to use his authority to see more of the future, but the excessive use of this incomplete ability became his death warrant.

No matter how powerful you are, if you don't have a strong container to contain it, you will burst sooner or later.

Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant.

The previous goddess had caused them a lot of trouble, and Pasak certainly didn't want to see such trouble happen again. At that time, they didn't have the ability to spy on the secrets of heaven, so they could only let the trouble continue to grow.

But, He seemed to have chosen something not so smart, and was actually focused on regulating the relationship between the two tribes. If that idiot had not had such an idea, they would not have seized the opportunity to eliminate them in one fell swoop.

"This time, I won't let you run around anymore. I will use your blood to revive my broken body! I, Pasak, am destined to gain eternal life and become an existence second only to the gods!"

He raised his hands high, looking extremely crazy, and it seemed that there were stairs leading him in his eyes.

That is the ladder to becoming a god, and he wants to use it to become a god!

…………

"What?! Rowan is going on a long journey with a team of elite guards?" Cedric couldn't control himself and slammed the table. The orc who was reporting below lowered his head.

Rowan was leading the team himself, and he was bringing a team of elite guards. What was he going to do? To exterminate the whole clan?

The elite guards were at least nine stars, and a team of twenty people could easily wipe out a medium-sized tribe.

Cedric stood up and paced back and forth, his brows full of worry.

"Have you found out where they went?"

"This... I am powerless to do anything."

"Okay, go down."

Cedric slammed his fist on the wooden table, leaving a deep dent. No matter what it was that made Rowan take action, Pasak was determined to succeed.

He scratched his golden hair in annoyance. Cedric was over 600 years old, and he was rarely so irritable.

The crisp sound of ding-ling sounded in his ears. This long-lost call made his whole body tremble. He flew out of the mansion and rushed all the way out of Guangming City.

Finally, they landed in a dense forest some distance away from Guangming City.

His flawless handsome face was solemn and cold. "Tell me, what do you want? If I remember correctly, you didn't even look for me when the last goddess was about to die."

The distant voice seems to come from history, heavy and ethereal, revealing a hidden breath.

He looked at Cedric, who had a serious face, and laughed softly, "You are still so unlovable. I gave you the power of darkness, so you should call me father. But not everyone can be favored by me."

"Oh, I don't think this is a favor!"

"My time is limited. To make a long story short, I have placed a lot of bets on her. She cannot die. Go to the Far North, find her, and bring her to the City of Light. The key is in the City of Light."

The distant voice gradually dissipated, becoming vague and faint, as if it were a dream.

"Hey! What else? Can't you just finish what you're saying before you leave?"

I was halfway through saying that when I found her, I didn't say anything about who she was or what she looked like!

And that key, it doesn’t say what it is or what it does!

"I am also convinced that I have to deal with such a beast god. You can just kill me!"

The Beast God personally bestowed him with authority and even prepared his current disguise for him to go undercover in the temple. It is no exaggeration to say that he is his own son. Such favoritism is unprecedented.

But Cedric still had no good feelings towards this unreliable beast god.

Others might think this is a great gift, but to Cedric it is a burden, but he had no choice at the beginning.

"When will the confrontation between darkness and light end?"

Cedric rubbed his brows. The situation was becoming more and more complicated, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

Once discovered by the temple, he will die without a burial place.

"In order to save you, He even used me as a card. What exactly did He bet on you?"