People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

In the Kingdom of God in the Supreme Dark Sun.

Cyric has been able to see the plane wall of Toril, and outside the plane wall, there are numerous incarnations of good and lawful gods.

"Want to stop me from destroying Toril?"

Cyric was not surprised by this scene. Gods have always restrained each other. If gods could really do whatever they wanted and destroy the main material plane at will, the entire multiverse would have been in chaos long ago, even directly because of the conflicts between gods. The battle turned into nothingness.

Even powerful gods need to follow the most basic rules.

Cyric knew that he would be resisted or even besieged by other gods, and would even be watched by the great Creator. However, Cyric had no way back.

If one's divine power is robbed, what difference will the result make?

In this case, it is better to break the rules and let the entire multiverse be buried with him. Before that, that damn liar should pay the price for his actions.

"Cyric! Get out of here!"

The incarnation of Tyr, the God of Justice, stood in front of Cyric's Kingdom of God and spoke righteously: "It is an iron rule that the true nature of the gods and the Kingdom of God cannot enter the main material plane!"

"It's too late, I'm already here."

"Tyr, do you think you can stop me with just one incarnation?"

Cyric looked disdainful: "It's useless. Toril must be destroyed today. No one can change this outcome. I said so!"

Tyr said angrily: "You had already planned a conspiracy in Toril. You had planned to destroy the world, and you almost succeeded. Now, the people of Toril have united and defeated your conspiracy. So you become angry and want to use the Kingdom of God to collide with the main material plane? "

"Cyric! Does the God of Deception only have this much energy?"

"Afraid?" Cyric smiled with a complex expression: "Do you think I came here for this?"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I was staying well at the High Throne, and I had no intention of doing anything to Toril!!"

"Can you imagine? I was just manipulating my followers step by step to cause trouble in various planes, and suddenly I discovered that my divine power had been stolen!"

"In a short period of time, just because of an ordinary plane, my status as a god has been lost!"

"You are among them. You stupid, completely brainless idiots!"

“It’s okay to be deceived all the time, but now you’re actually trying to stop me!”

Speaking of this, Cyric went a little crazy: "What prophecy, what tsunami, these are all fraud! The God War should never have happened in Toril! I obviously didn't participate in anything, but I became the biggest loser!"

"Do you think I should destroy this place?"

"What nonsense!" the gods sneered.

Who would believe the word of the God of Deception?

Cyric also knew this, so before the incarnations of the gods could say anything more, Cyric's kingdom had already crashed into it. The power held by the incarnations of the gods could not be compared with the gods themselves, and the incarnations of the gods were directly destroyed. Completely wiped out.

"Next, nothing can stop me from destroying this damn plane."

Cyric breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Great Supreme Dark Sun." The divine envoy next to him whispered: "At this time, Toril is holding the so-called enthronement ceremony of the Human King. If you allow this ceremony to proceed smoothly, your divine power"

"It doesn't matter." Cyric's face was as dark as water: "I can't stop that guy from planning for so long. Isn't it just to support a human king?"

"Now, even if we stop the ritual, we can't change the minds of everyone in Faerun, nor can we change the minds of the gods they already believe in."

"If you stop this human king, there will be another one. As long as they think it is my conspiracy, everything will be irreversible."

“The problem can only be solved directly from the source.”

Cyric sneered: "That guy thinks he has won? Think he can rely on the so-called Human King to continuously absorb my godhead? No, he underestimated my determination!"

"Even if the stolen divine power cannot be retrieved, I will directly destroy His foundation!"

"In less than an hour, Toril will completely disappear from the multiverse!"

Outside Neverwinter.

This plain was obviously crowded with people, but there was no sound.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the human king, on the hand that passed through the chest, and on the crushed heart!

King Arthur is dead?

People cannot accept this reality.

It was obvious that just a moment ago, the Human King Arthur was standing on the high platform, speaking impassionedly to everyone. It was obvious that just a moment ago, all living beings in Faerun were inspired by the existence of the Human King.

There is obviously hope——

Why is this happening?

Isn't it possible for the human king to fight against the gods with the strength of a mortal? While on the Dragon Coast, even if Cyric set off a world-destroying tsunami, even if the tsunami could not be stopped by the ocean gods, didn't Arthur succeed in calming the tsunami with his mortal will?

How could Arthur die so easily?

Shocked, saddened, confused.

A pair of eyes looked at the figure standing behind Arthur.

The guy had black hair, a pale face, and sinister eyes. The emblem on his clothes was clearly visible, which was a jawless skull with a black light background.

"Yes, Cyric!"

Some people recognized the appearance of the God of Fraud, Xirik, and also recognized the emblem of the God of Fraud.

"Xirik killed Arthur!"

People shouted in fear: "The gods actually attacked mortals in person!"

But Xirik ignored the fear and anger of the mortals.

He casually threw Arthur's body aside like a rag bag.

"The King of Man?"

People heard his contemptuous voice: "In front of God, it's just an ant."

Then, he raised his foot.

Snap.

Arthur's head was crushed like a watermelon.

"Mortal will? A joke."

Then, he looked at the mortals in front of Neverwinter with indifference, and his figure slowly disappeared.

People stood there, unable to move for a long time.

Until the gnashing voice sounded: "Xirik——"

"Almost."

Xirik sat on his throne, and his kingdom had begun to touch the crystal wall of Toril. There was no doubt that the fragile space of the main material plane could not accommodate the kingdom of a true god. There was no need for any extra operations. Just entering Toril, Xirik's kingdom was enough to shatter Toril and be swept into the endless void.

But at this moment, Xirik suddenly felt that his divine power was rapidly decreasing at a speed like pouring out.

"No——what happened?"

Xirik wanted to stop the loss of divine power, but it was useless. He realized that something unexpected must have happened. It must be that guy who did something again.

The authority of the gods allowed him to get the answer he wanted to know at the moment of seeking knowledge.

"The human king. Died?"

"Outside Neverwinter, in the live broadcast covering the entire Toril, died in my hands?"

Xirik trembled all over.

"How dare he! How dare he!"

The entire kingdom of God began to shake violently, and Xirik's roar made all the gods tremble.

"His ultimate goal is not to support a puppet to continuously absorb my divine power, but to choose to kill the puppet directly when his reputation reaches the highest point and the hope of the whole Toril is placed on the puppet!"

"In my name!"

"There is another layer! His plan actually has another layer!"

"From the prophecy of destruction, to the prophecy of salvation, to luring me in, to framing, to defrauding with the king of men, and finally to end it all in my name! The light of hope for Toril is completely extinguished!"

Xirik has never been so furious. As the god of fraud, He feels that he is completely played in the palm of his hand.

Even though he and the other party have never met, but--

It's too humiliating!

"I will kill you! I swear! Even if it's to the end of the multiverse, I will definitely kill you!"

Crack--

Xirik seemed to hear a cracking sound.

His roar came to an abrupt end.

A huge chill surged up, and his face became even paler.

Because he clearly sensed what was broken.

It was his -

Godhead.

The godhead condensed by the power of fraud.

The opponent's final plan was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. No one in the entire multiverse would believe that he was innocent. The hatred of the death of King Arthur was firmly engraved on Xirik's body and could never break free.

"No, no!"

The kingdom of God was collapsing. Xirik's divine power could no longer maintain such a huge kingdom of God. No, even his divine body had begun to shake and was about to fall apart.

Although Xirik had other priesthoods, such as "murder" and "illusion", these added up to only weak divine power. The consequences of the demotion of the gods were more serious than imagined.

At this moment, Xirik clearly sensed that the title of the God of Fraud no longer belonged to him.

It belonged to the man who had never shown his face but played the former God of Fraud around.

The kingdom of God began to slide, but it was not enough to cause any harm to Toril, because what slid down were only fragments of the kingdom of God, and those fragments were thrown into various corners of Toril, becoming hidden demiplanes.

All the adventurers in Faerun saw the sky above, with more brilliant colors than the meteor shower. They might not know that this was the last fireworks bloomed by a god, but they knew that they had a new place to adventure.

And Tang Sen stood on Neverwinter City, feeling the surging divine power in his body and the gradually condensed godhood.

At this moment, he successfully joined the ranks of gods with powerful divine power.

He finally smiled.

"I am the new god of deception!"