Chapter 369 Crying War
Haim—the eternal sleepless eye, the god of guardians—looked at his companions warily.
The gods are here, every deity, demigod, and elemental god is here.
Pole Star Camp.
All the gods came to this huge temple, its walls had disappeared, leaving only the windows still in place, hanging in the air of nothingness.
What Heim sees outside the window is a world that is constantly corrupting and collapsing.
The temple is located at the center of this ever-expanding world of disaster, on an island that is barely big enough to accommodate all the people who come here to meet the gods.
A gray stone passage that keeps collapsing emerges in the sea of decay, leading to the desolate void beyond the sight of the gods.
This is the only way out of this temple, but no god is willing to set foot on this rugged passage.
Because no one knows whether this road will lead to another place worse than the Pole Star Camp.
The sky surrounded the island like a white canvas, dotted with black stars, which made the gods feel that the dazzling light penetrated the sky and formed some runic words on the ivory sky.
Heim read these runes, his body shaking with instinctive fear.
"Everything is in the past. Our knowledge, our beliefs, are all lies. The age of the gods is over."
Then the rune disappeared.
Heim couldn't help but suspect that this was a trick played by a summoned god to intimidate other gods, but he quickly gave up the idea.
He knew that this rune was transformed by a power more powerful than any god present.
"Boom!"
A distant thunder followed by a dark cloud carrying black lightning. The temple was shrouded in dark clouds, and all the gods felt a suffocating sense of oppression. .
The white sky is obscured by clouds and mist, while the gray passage sinks into the sea of decay.
Heim was the first to be summoned.
A moment ago, He was still in his temple thinking about his recent dereliction of duty towards the god ‘Io’.
The next moment, He appeared in the temples.
Soon, his compatriots appeared one after another.
The gods were confused by this unprecedented summons and were filled with fear.
Because summoning brings the experience that every god fears most:
To the goddess of magic Mystra, it seems like a magical mistake, and the magic network is collapsing.
For Sune, the beautiful god of love and beauty, it is an ugly, sick beast that drags the goddess into a weeping fate.
For Tempus, the god of war, it is eternal world peace.
For Ogma, the god of knowledge, it is a barbaric, ignorant and uncivilized world.
For Silvanus, the god of nature, it is more like a world where yellow sand sweeps across the sky and earth, steel structures are rampant everywhere, and haze covers the sky.
For Bane, the Dark Lord, the call comes with endless love and forgiveness.
When the Lord of Darkness was taken away from his kingdom, the light of his hateful love burned his soul.
Heim moved his eyes slightly.
He saw Lady Mystra, Bane, the Lord of Darkness, and Melkor, the Lord of Death, having a heated argument.
Finally, Mystra ran away angrily.
Lila, the goddess of joy, had a slightly melancholy expression on her face and squeezed her hands unconsciously.
Then she came back to her senses and looked at her hands in fear.
Beside her, Ilmat, the god of suffering and endurance, was smiling and dancing, talking to himself from time to time.
As Helm observed his brethren, a group of gods less affected by the summons gathered around him.
At this moment, dignity and reserve are no longer important to the gods. They keep scratching and yelling at the guardian god, wanting to know more information.
"My home is destroyed! My temple in Jie Yuan was shattered!" They kept complaining to Heim, but the Guardian God didn't want to pay attention to them.
“The god ‘Io’ has gathered us here, and everything will soon become clear.” This was Heim’s explanation to the gods.
After repeating it too many times ineffectively, he warned these gods to leave quickly. The gods gathered them here. Something big must happen, and Heim knew it very well.
He meditated on the will of his eternal king, the god ‘Io’.
The will of the god ‘Io’ is so powerful that he created a balance between order and chaos in the fog of chaos at the beginning of time.
Out of this balance emerged life: first the gods in the heavens, then the mortals in the kingdom.
The creator god, God ‘Io’, appointed Heim as his right-hand man.
So, Heim understood that it was the power of 'Io' that brought the gods to this chaotic and crazy place.
While Helm was meditating on all this, the Storm God Talos stepped forward and shouted:
"I say stop all this! If our master wants to express something, let Him Let the supreme wisdom fill our empty souls and minds!”
Talos tried to emphasize the word 'wisdom' as disdainfully as possible, but no other god paid him any attention.
They knew that the Storm God was as afraid as they were.
Taros's speech was not responded to. Within his reach, the gods moved away and kept their distance.
The silence that followed foreshadowed an answer that shocked God more than any statement.
This silence represents a kind of finality, the finality of the judgment of God ‘Io’.
The gods began to understand that their fate had been decided long before this summons.
Gradually, the dead silence brought panic, but it was soon broken again.
“Guardians of balance!”
This is the voice of the god ‘Io’.
His supreme authority caused all the gods present to kneel down.
Ben barely managed to keep one knee touching the cold floor.
“Your mission is so great! Stabilize the scale of balance that can overturn at any time, and maintain the harmony between order and chaos. Unfortunately, you choose to act like a child, in In your selfish struggle for power, you committed the crime of theft"
Bane suddenly wondered whether the master who created all God summoned all his masterpieces just to destroy them so that he could start over?
"Destruction will come to you one day, Bane!"
'Io' declared, as if the thoughts of the Dark Lord were speaking loudly from his mouth.
"But don't worry about yourself, because compared to what you and other comrades who betrayed me have to face, destruction is absolute mercy."
Guardian God Heim was silent for a long time, and stepped resolutely He stepped forward and said respectfully, "My Lord, I was originally keeping the Stone of Destiny, please allow me."
"Be quiet, Heim, lest you suffer the same fate as them."
The patron saint turned to face all the other gods, "At least one of you should know the crime you have committed - the tablet of destiny has been stolen." A terrible energy burst out from the darkness , like a waterfall of noise covering Heim's body, flames surrounded his hands and knees, lifting him high into the sky, to a height that was unfathomable to the gods who were watching and marveling below.
Heim, who had never had his feet in the air, gritted his teeth and stared at the darkness he had never seen before, the living darkness, the darkness that breeds destruction, the darkness that symbolizes the anger of 'Io'.
"Do you want to stand with your compatriots against me instead of the master you serve? My good Heim?"
Heim's pursed lips and teeth were filled with difficulty. The earth spat out, "No...my lord."
The God above God let out a long and flowing sigh, and Heim fell from the air, so fast that all the gods were shocked on the spot. .
The patron saint, covered in blood and bruises, wanted to stand up and face his master again, but unfortunately his weak body simply couldn't do it.
No one of His compatriots dared to come forward to help, and no one dared to pay attention to His pleading eyes, leaving Him to fall on the floor of the temple.
The intermittent flashes of light show a mass of dark energy that is attacking other gods.
"Listen! You selfish gods, from today on, you will no longer be able to sit in the crystal tower and watch the mortal world, because it is not a creation for your entertainment!"
"Exile." Ben lowered his head and sighed sadly.
"Yes." Melkor, the god of death, replied, with a hint of fear in his voice that even a god could not resist.
"You will no longer be able to ignore the duty that gave you life. You will know and remember your sin forever."
"No!"
Mystra, the goddess of magic, shouted in fear Said, "My Lord, don't do this. We can find this thief for you and return the Tablet of Destiny!"
Tyr, the God of Justice and Judgment, takes a step forward.
He raised the emblem of the scales and hammer in His hand, symbolizing justice and justice, and spoke righteously:
"Let us all suffer punishment just because of the ignorance of one of us. My Lord, this is an unfair judgment!"
"You dare to question me?" God's majestic words struck hard. In the fearful hearts of the gods.
Darkness...
Like a whip, it struck Tyr's face.
The God of Justice and Justice fell to the ground, wailing in pain, covering his blind eyes with both hands.
The goddess of magic, Ms. Mystra, turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated to the crowd.
"Who else!"
As a result of the majestic voice, all the gods bowed their heads and remained silent. Only Tyr, who covered his eyes, let out a weak groan with pain on his face.
In the long silence, the black energy beam enveloped the gods who were welcoming their fate, pulling them towards each other, which seemed to be so easy for 'Io''s anger to have a concentrated target.
Feeling the changes in their bodies, the gods shouted in horror - some because of fear, some because of pain, and some because...
After all, they are gods who look down on mortals, and are not used to being treated like this.
"You selfish cowards, stealing the Stones of Destiny is your last offense. You must return them. But first, you must pay for my thousand years of disappointment!"
Ben stood there, struggling to resist this terrifying energy beam.
Suddenly, these biting energy burst out into dazzling blue flames, biting the body of the Lord of Darkness.
In pain, he vaguely saw Mystra who was also resisting, with an indescribable crazy smile on her face.
The energy beam entangled Bane, and the extent of his pain was probably something that the painful girl Lovita could imagine and endure.
After endless torture, the gods were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, entangled in energy beams and tied together tightly.
No one dared to try to resist, no one...
After a long and short silence, the gods found that they could finally move and think again.
And fear...
A fear they are familiar with.
Finally, Talos, the God of Storms, reluctantly spoke. His voice was weak and hoarse, and each word came from a gasp of horror:
"Is this the end? This is the only way. "?"
"It's over? ..."
Yager, the ancient god of death, said with a hint of coldness in his faint hoarse voice, "It's far from over, and it will never be over. …”
Gradually, the whispers of the Death Scribe turned into bitter self-deprecation, and even He fell silent.
The temple disappeared.
The gods who were tied together found that they were looking at the faces they feared most:
Chaos, life, love, indifference... In a trance, every god saw it Your own destruction...
"That was just a taste of my wrath. Now, start drinking it!"
A sound that no one had ever heard before spread out - the scream of the gods!
Mystra, the goddess of magic, found herself being drawn into a chaotic and strange whirlpool, and she struggled to gain some control.
She was stripped of her godhood, and the process was unbearable pain.
The gods all suffered the same fate.
All the gods, except Helm, were expelled from the realm of the gods.
Some time later, Mystra woke up in the realm of Faerûn.
She found that only her original body was left in her appearance, and her body was a mass of matter emitting blue light.
“You must obtain a body.” The voice of the god ‘Io’ echoed in Lan Guang’s consciousness.
“You must possess a mortal body and live like a mortal. In this way, maybe you will learn to cherish the things you took for granted in the past. Enjoy it and experience the mortal world firsthand. Live and suffer, and understand what your duty as a god is..."
Mystra was left alone in the vast wilderness.
The pale blue flame swayed in the strong wind, as if it would go out at any time...
Looking from a distance, she looked so desolate and helpless.
High in the sky of the kingdoms, the guardian god Heim witnessed the exile of the gods. Although his injuries were still bleeding, unlike other gods, he retained his usual appearance in the realm. Image:
A tall warrior wearing full steel armor and a pair of iron gauntlets with the Eye of Eternal Watch printed on them.
Haim's clear eyes showed a trace of unknown sadness. He turned around and faced the dark cloud behind him that shrouded his own rhythm.
"Then what is my punishment...? My Lord?"
A long silence...
After 'Io' answered, Heim nodded slowly and heavily, what he got The answer is not so unexpected.
At this moment, He was like a soulless body, looking around the empty temple with empty eyes.
I don’t know how long it took.
The sad smile flows into the heart along the confused eyes of the guardian god Heim...
(End of this chapter)