While the night was still in the White Temple, the great sage who existed only in the mouth of the goddess of frost had no intention of showing up to communicate with the night, and seemed to have the intention of continuing this loneliness forever.

On the one hand, in order to break the existing situation, and on the other hand, in order to see the true face of the Great Sage, the night followed the call from nowhere, step by step, towards the high throne.

The throne symbolizing the starry supreme lord and the crown that governs the power of the Holy Alliance, the two proofs of kingship are placed on the temple in such a bright and open manner, filled with endless magic power, if there is nothing, tempting careerists who are new to the temple.

That unexplained allure can even directly pry into the SAN value of Cangye's own, constantly arousing the desires that belong to human beings in his heart.

Unlike other intelligent creatures, the night itself is a life that has evolved from AI, and has a strong control over emotions.

Moreover, with the same soul as the god of time, the powerful mental power that had been cultivated in the battle against Chaos in order to dominate Canatolia had swelled to a point that even a true god would be horrific to.

Therefore, while greed was still in a cage, Cangye slowly picked up the crown and put it on his head with a cold heart.

At the same time, he also took advantage of the situation to sit on the throne, and he alone held the two kings.

Suddenly—

The scene in front of him changed instantly, and the pure white light was distorted at great speed, black, red, yellow...... There are many different colors, like an overturned jar of paint, and various colors are mixed together.

Faintly, a whisper suddenly sounded in Cangye's ears.

The sound was choppy, indistinct and noisy, like a broken radio case, and the noise emitted was unbearable.

And it was in this situation that Cangye was shocked to realize that listening to this noise would force a SAN value judgment!

The whispers of chaos contain unspeakable magic, the thirst for power, the greed that lurks in the deepest part of the soul is unleashed bit by bit.

When the night came to his senses, he leaned down to see what he had done, the dark and deep bottomless abyss had already opened its arms, waiting for its entry.

The abyss seemed to have a soul, and the arc of the edge shrank, and the gray and white jagged teeth that spiraled around it were faintly visible inside, as if it were the inner mouth of some kind of large creature.

Bursts of deep purple mist emanated from the mouth of the abyss, spreading throughout the bleak space, exuding a dark and cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The spirit is still maintained at the coldest limit, and the night takes off the crown on his head.

The pure white sacred crown was nothing more than a miserable white skull, the skull was connected to ten intertwined horns, and the two hollow eye sockets were wriggling purple and black soul pools.

In the pool water, countless souls screamed and sank here, and their distorted faces were engraved with fanatical and intoxicating laughter, wandering comfortably in the soul pool.

Night's hand caressed behind the skull, and it was slippery and sticky, a thick tube stretching.

This tongue-like thing leads straight to the abyss, and the swaying shadow looms in the purple mist, surrounding the night, like a mischievous child who puts delicious candy to his mouth and licks it, and can't bear to take it off.

If this fear of being licked was replaced by other gods, it might have been unbearable to erupt long ago, and the end of being devoured would ensue.

This is the case with the so-called divine calling, and if you can't resist the temptation of the Supreme Throne and the Hanging Crown, you will inevitably end up in the belly of this terrifying creature.

When it came out of its mouth again, it became the mainstay of the so-called Holy Alliance.

The night maintained sufficient restraint, no greed, no fear, and because of this, the tongue of the abyss had no primer to devour itself.

This monster only hunts with greed and fear, which is one of the inherent laws prevailing in this space.

The monster is an Old Ruler from the Lightless Sea, whose name is Hojmara, and once his followers called their Father the 'Sage of Mercy'.

In fact, however, Hojmara is more accurately titled 'The Source of Uncleanness', 'The Savior of Decay'.

The last active time of the Old Ruler dates back to the end of the Titan Age, which was also the last time before the collapse of the Ixion Empire.

At that time, a large number of cultists who believed in the 'rotten savior' appeared in the empire, preaching the theory of 'mercy and salvation' in all parts of the country, regardless of men, women and children, noble and low, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, no matter what race they came from, they should live in harmony with each other and throw themselves into the arms of the 'rotten savior'.

And this terrible ruler of the old days is just like his followers say, equal and loving to embrace all people, transform them into a part of their own souls, and live together carefree in the vast sea of filth and corruption.

On the eve of the collapse of the Empire, the cultists mysteriously disappeared. Now it seems that the original disintegration of Ixion was inextricably linked to Hojmara.

This space is chaotic and bleak, except for the mouth of the vast and boundless abyss beneath him, the night investigates from the four walls of the space to dense and orderly formations.

Each pattern contains a piece of soul fragment, and judging from the time it has elapsed, these souls are at least the level of the Legend Upper Rank.

There are tens of millions of such souls in the night, and this number is only a specimen left over from endless years.

Thousands of powerful people have sealed the rotten savior in this space at the cost of their own souls.

This astonishing discovery may shed light on the mystery of the fall of the Ixion Empire.

Digging out the truth, the night deity did not dare to act rashly.

The Order of the Corrupt Savior among the Old Rulers is much higher than that of the Old One, and it is not too far from the existence of the Lord of Billions of Radiance.

Even if such a monster is sealed, as long as it does not die, the threat to the night is strong enough.

What's more, the life and death of the old rulers are more complicated than the gods, and the horror they bring is not much inferior.

……

Cangye maintained enough restraint to calmly look at the tongue of the abyss writhing like a snake beside him, and each tongue coating like a spiked poisonous weed was clearly visible.

In the quiet environment, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and only the sound of their own heartbeat could be heard in the night.

As time passed, the prey in front of him did not take the initiative to approach, and the rotten savior lost the last patience, and in an instant, the spiritual energy like a storm rushed into the mind of the night, as if it wanted to pull it directly into the door of fear.