"Are you satisfied now?"
Kael's cold laughter echoed: "Then you should die first. Once you're dead, then I'll be satisfied."
"I've already proven my sincerity by offering a high-level legend as proof of my intent to cooperate with you. After all, your sches do not conflict with my plots, do they?"
From the shadows, a young man who appeared elderly with white hair erged: "As my Divine Favored, we share common goals, and you, my fellow traveler, can harness the power of my Divine Arts far more effectively than he could.
There can be many chosen ones, who can be mass-produced, but to let a deity exert more power on the continent, Divine Favored are indispensable.
You should know that being a Divine Favored is a qualification, a concept, and it is not sothing a god can create at will.
The words of deceit are a small gift I present to you. The Scroll Scholar's mimicry and theft ultimately fall short of true Divine Arts, and in a real life-and-death battle, such a small gap is enough to overturn all the efforts you've made in the past.
And this power, I think you are worthy of it; you have the potential to deceive the entire world just like ."
The voice of the Prince of Lies, possessing a believer, carried seduction.
Indeed, as he claid, he was the embodint of deceit in this world and one of the most powerful deities, even considered an enemy of most gods due to certain incidents in earlier years.
Kael's expression remained emotionless, not responding to the Prince of Lies' expectation.
Shirek's voice echoed once more in Kael's mind: "Your nurous sches for your future and that of the Yibel Federation are naturally aligned with . Why then do you stand still now?
You should know that without my support, all your preparations are highly likely to fail catastrophically at the last mont. You are inherently my follower, and everything you've experienced in this world attests to that.
Walk with , my Divine Favored. You and I are the enemies of the gods.
Serve , and there will be nothing in this world that can hinder you. The followers of Black Sun will serve you, whether emperors or demigods, they will be re ants before you.
With the help of that thing beneath your feet, you will beco the true god on earth!"
The words of the Prince of Lies, one by one, were so clear in Kael's mind, his tone gradually rising, as if Kael were already seated on the throne, overlooking all below.
When he raised his hand, there was a roar like mountains and seas below, with everyone bowing in worship to him.
What a splendid god of the earth!
What a brazen concept!
The vision of the future painted by the Prince of Lies quickened Kael's breath.
The prince seed to notice Kael's wavering and his tone gradually beca calm, like a teacher tirelessly educating a student or a friend patiently guiding another onto the right path:
"This is sothing the Federation and other gods cannot give you, but I can, and I am willing to give it to you.
The only thing you need to do is to proclaim my revered na and offer your faith, and I will forever act as your shelter in the cycle of life and death, until everything in the world is reduced to ruin.
As the holder of the draft of the Shire Scripture, my trusted Divine Favored, you should be able to feel that everything I say is not fabricated lies; it rely requires us to join forces.
This throne has been vacant for too long; I wish to beco the sole being in the heavens, and you shall be the eternal one in the earthly realm.
Everything hinges on your willingness to walk with !"
Kael remained silent.
To say that Shirek's conditions didn't tempt him would be untruthful.
Everyone wants to beco part of those who overlook all beings, but there is an insurmountable chasm between wanting and doing.
Indeed, the Prince of Lies stirred so waves in him.
But only just.
All of the Prince of Lies' sches never co with pure benefits; what seems like honey is actually poison, and this hasn't only happened once or twice.
Were it not for His extre actions, He wouldn't have fallen from the throne of a proper god to beco an Evil God whom everyone despises.
"Are you done talking?"
Kael said coldly: "If you're done, then go die."
Domain injected, Spell [Sky Fall] launched—
Eight Rings Extre Effect Spell [Day of Heaven's Grief].
A Black Sun rose instantly, amid a deluge of voices, as if the entire world was quaking.
"I can't really stand a chatterbox; you talk too much."
Kael turned his palm over, and in an instant, the world of chaos and collapse seed to rewind, the spreading impact imdiately suppressed.
"Do I need you to tell how strong I am?"
Kael chuckled softly, looking at the scene of a world that had fallen silent, taking a deep breath.
Is it finally beginning? The war that will sweep half the continent, version 2.0.
...
Ti silently slipped by, and less than two months after Kael refused to cooperate with the Prince of Lies, the Holy Mountain in Sacred Briania had just experienced a torrential downpour.
In early sumr, which had started to beco hot, the downpour had dissipated so of the heat, and the rising sun failed to block the cool mountain breeze.
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