The land is black and gray, the sky is dead gray, and even the people who pray here are gray and white. There is no color in this place at all, as soon as anyone steps on this plane, the qiē they see will turn white, black, or gray. There was no sunshine, no moonlight, no starlight, only gray......

This is the famous gray wilderness of the outer plane, a place where evil is rife throughout the multiverse, full of gloom, pain, and despair.

Known as the "Triple Depression", Oynos, Neveheim, and Pluton form the main tone of the Gray Field, and as it literally means, the inhabitants of this place endure unimaginable repression at all times, and most of them fall into complete madness not long after entering the place.

These mentally abnormal guys don't have any feelings or feelings at all, they can't laugh, they can't cry, and they don't care. The only thing that enveloped them was despair, vitality and hope had long been sucked and squeezed out, and they wandered around aimlessly like the walking dead.

As for those who have completely abandoned all their feelings and left only absolute sanity, they are all clever liars, because you can't read any changes in their faces, and their dead fish-like eyes don't reveal a trace of useful information, and if they don't speak, they are basically like dead people.

Demon larvae, ghost woman, eugros demon, Barthez, Tanari, Grille corpse demon, common species in the lower planes are all here, Shiric, the Prince of Lies, and Meske, the Lord of Shadows, have all established their own kingdoms here, but compared to Shar, the goddess of the night, who has been in existence since the birth of the Torreel world, it is completely insignificant.

In the gray fields. There was a place that was in darkness all year round. Not even the strongest sunlight can enter. It is like the purest darkness of chaos, taking away all the light around it, and this is the kingdom of Shar, where the inhabitants of the Prophet day and night sing the greatness of the night, singing the ancient songs of sorrow and loss.

Sitting in a splendid palace made of black marble, a beautiful woman in a black translucent gauze dress stared intently at a huge magic mirror, she was the owner of the palace. The creator of the entire kingdom of God - Shar.

At this moment, the goddess was observing a man in a trance, who was none other than the former first prince of Netherworld City, Revaran. Tanshur.

However, the current situation of the Yin Soul Prince is not very good, not only the clothes on his body are in tatters, but also the two eyes have begun to astigmatize, the whole person is like a walking corpse, the only thing that supports him from collapsing is the end point that is close at hand, the kingdom of the goddess of the night.

Since the end of the Battle of Floating City, Revaran has been stripped of his rights and title by the Grand Arcanist Tairamante, and he himself has failed in his mission. The goddess who was worshiped by herself withdrew the power of the priest, so she could only go through an extremely cruel trial. That is to find the kingdom of darkness in the gray field, in order to redeem the favor of the goddess.

In fact, there have been many priests who have been abandoned by Shar who have tried this method, but none of them have really succeeded, and generally speaking, they either die at the hands of demons, or they can't bear the long-term repression, pain and torture and go crazy.

Many scholars and gods feel that this is nothing more than the Lost Lady in order to torture those fools who mess things up, and it is basically impossible for anyone to walk in the gray field for two weeks and still be mentally normal, and even divine creatures can be assimilated for a long time, let alone mortals who are easily seduced.

However, Revalan's appearance far exceeded everyone's expectations, since he entered the gray wilderness a month ago, he did not eat, drink, or rest, and kept moving forward all the time, completely relying on unimaginable perseverance to persist until now, if this is not considered a religious religion, then there are probably few people in the entire Faren Continent who dare to claim to be devout believers.

"Humph! Bastard who has more than enough success and more than failure, I hope you can remember it longer this time......" After Shar muttered an underestimate, he waved his slender fingers slightly, and in an instant, a black pillar of light fell from the sky, directly enveloping Revaran.

Next Second......

His spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he was surprised to find that the goddess who had been thinking about it day and night was sitting opposite him, still so beautiful, so mysterious, and so intoxicating.

Without any reason, Revaran knelt down and crawled over like a dog to kiss the goddess's shoes, crying out incessantly: "Praise be to you, Lord of the Night! Praise you for your mysterious and beautiful looks! May the world's one return to the beginning of creation! The destruction of all life will eventually come! Only chaos and darkness will live forever! ”

Despite his humility, his reverence, and the abandonment of even the most basic dignity of being an intelligent being, Shar, who was on the throne, was completely indifferent, and only asked in a cold tone, "Tell me, what is wrong with you?" Why did the operation fail? ”

"Great goddess, I underestimate Henry too much. Angome's power despised the attitude of Lavok, the king of wizards, and underestimated my father's determination to suppress the theocracy...... Everything in the world has a cause first, and then there is an effect, and I ignore too many factors, so failure is also an inevitable opportunity. But rest assured, there will never be a next time this happens. As he spoke, Revaran gently stroked the empty sleeve on his right, his eyes shining with an intriguing light.

During the Battle of Floating City, Henry detonated an unprecedented magic spell that completely shredded his right arm, whether it was flesh or soul, any regeneration magic, wishing technique, or even grafting magic limbs were useless, and sometimes even he ignored the fact that he still had a right arm.

Obviously, this is a powerful magic related to time, which erases the existence of the arm from the root, and since it does not exist, it naturally cannot be regenerated, so he does not remember how to use the lost arm in his consciousness at all.

"That's right, it seems that you have regained your consciousness compared to already knowing what to do now. Remember, reclaim the location of the Netherworld City first, as one of the only two remaining floating cities, its value is immeasurable. Other than that. Find a way to convince Terramante. Appears on the main plane as originally planned. Rebuild the Nethril Empire, and put the rest of the matter aside. Don't try to take the Dead Moon's summoning method, or there's a good chance your father will turn his face. Shar raised his foot and stepped on the heads of his voters and whispered.

For her, whether it is a believer, a god, or a ghost city, all of them are pawns that can be used and sacrificed, and sometimes she even takes great risks to awaken the ancient evils, with the aim of killing all the creatures and gods on the main plane.

Revaran is well aware of her plans to worship the Goddess. So he took a deep breath and promised, "Please rest assured, I will be able to get one qiē back in four months at most, and let my father rebuild Nesseriel according to the plan he has delineated." ”

Shar nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I forgive this failure, now go do what you have to do." ”

As soon as the words fell, a dark mark appeared on Ryvaran's chest, followed by getting bigger and bigger, exuding powerful divine power, and after a while, he was surprised to find it. All the priest levels he lost were all back.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity! I swear there will never be a next time! Henry. The devastated personality hidden in Angome's soul will surely be awakened, and he will surely be the pioneer of your reshaping of the world. With that, the prince of the shadows got up from the ground. He kissed the goddess's smooth and white instep affectionately, then turned and disappeared outside the palace gate.

Looking at his back that had regained his self-confidence, Shar smiled playfully and muttered to himself: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I already have a new candidate for the matter of awakening the ruiner, I wonder if he will go crazy after seeing the son of Baal that he has worked so hard to cultivate for so long be killed?" Wellkang is really a good pawn, and I hope he can succeed in unleashing Demogorgan, and the terrifying destructive power generated by that time may be able to pollute the entire Wildas Forest......"

"Humph! Wellcome is nothing more than a clown, and that ghost prince is nothing more than a morbid idiot who is obsessed with you, and they are simply not good enough to stand up to the truly powerful. As he spoke, from behind the pillars of the palace stepped a man wrapped in black smoke, but a closer look revealed that he had pointed horns on his head, dark red skin, and a tail behind him.

Obviously, this guy not only has purgatory blood, but also transformed himself into a Yin Spirit, and just standing there has condensed a large amount of shadow energy, making it impossible to see his specific appearance and expression at all.

Shar was obviously no stranger to coming, but he just smiled and touched his chin and asked, "Kaisen. Riel you've finally escaped, how about it, it doesn't feel good to be abandoned by Maske? ”

"It's not great, but it's good that guy is busy dealing with the Prince of Lies, and his other two voters aren't my opponents yet. Now it's time to deliver on your promises, ma'am. "It's called Kaysen. Riel's man took two steps forward, staring at the goddess across from him.

He didn't seem to have the slightest fear, not even a hint of awe at the mention of the Lord of Shadows, as if betraying a god was nothing to him.

"No problem! Say, what do you get from me? Shar rose from his throne and walked down the stairs with graceful steps, looking up and down with two eyes that concealed countless secrets, and there was no joy or sorrow at all.

Kaysen. Riel cautiously took two steps back, shouting in a fervent tone, "I want to get the secret of the gods!" Just like you and Maske! Become a true deity! ”

Hearing this excessive request, Shar instantly burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha! You're such an ambitious mortal! But it doesn't matter, I can fulfill your wishes, but there is a premise, first do one thing for me, a very, very important thing, as long as it succeeds, I will tell you how to become a god. ”

"Please! I've had enough of Meske now using me as a stepping stone for other voters! He thinks he's smart and has been plotting since thousands of years ago, but I'm going to make him pay for what he did! "Kaysen. Riel makes no secret of his purpose, his whole face contorted with hatred.

Obviously, Shar likes this kind of person who is carried away by hatred the most, and immediately smiled and nodded: "Hehe, okay, I'll tell you the task now......"

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