She turned her head and began to destroy the scene.
Soon, all traces of their activity vanished, and to prevent Mage divination, she even sared the blood of the Evil God on the scene.
The mysterious power hidden within the blood would automatically protect the scene from the Prophetic Mages' divination, and might even cause so backlash against them.
It wasn't until she had completely chopped up the body and disposed of it in the sewer that Stia, controlling the now completely expressionless Kael, left the site right away.
Having had his fun, he planned to post everything he had encountered today on the ga forum, feeling it necessary to warn the other players...
Please, based on the current situation, those truly in deep trouble aren't the natives but the players who style themselves as the "Fourth Disaster."
What a joke, these NPCs are really too cunning, everything is linked together so precisely, like a set of nesting dolls.
At least from Kael's shallow virtual gaming experience, it seed many players weren't as intelligent as the NPCs in the ga.
Value your life, stay away from NPCs!
That was the first thought that ca to his mind.
What Kael didn't know was that as he, controlled by Stia, left the location of the secret research site hidden in the sewers, sothing shadowy was slowly writhing in the darkness.
"Oh dear, that was so close! I almost couldn't help exposing myself there!" said Bishop Loyd, his face creasing into an odious grin as he re-erged in the underground space.
Looking towards the scene that Stia had completely demolished, he ssed up his disheveled hair and murmured:
"With this... the Evil God at Experint has 'reasonably and justifiably' ended up in the hands of that old coot Sith. It's just that I'm not sure if he's going to be so impatient.
Ah haha, I wonder how my dear Sith Archbishop will deal with the King when the uncontrolled Evil God at Experint attacks Baron Helois? How will he face the fury of that old lion?'
Bishop Loyd tapped on the wall of the Royal Capital's sewer, causing it to tremble. A small section of the wall slowly separated, revealing a box that Loyd had hidden there ahead of ti.
The vicinity of the Royal Capital in the Duchy of Lance was about to beco a place rife with conflict. He had accepted a task from a very important person, who had requested him to involve mbers of the Dark Sun Church hidden within the Royal Capital in this dispute.
What the purpose was, he obviously did not know.
But Bishop Loyd knew that the plan he was orchestrating with the help of that important person would very likely cause a major upheaval in the Royal Capital.
And this... was perfectly in line with the doctrine of his revered and exalted God, Shirek.
'Oh! Great God Shirek, your faithful follower Loyd is weaving a grand night banquet of conspiracy for you. To make this banquet an extravagant opening, sacrificing an Archbishop...
...that's no problem at all, is it?'
The face of this mad scientist lit up with a gratified smile, the supre joy of a successful ruse.
All followers of Shirek, the deeply devout ones, were always ecstatic over conspiracies they span from the shadows.
And this ti, it just so happened to involve Kael.
After all … among all the Duke candidates, wasn't Baron Helois the most prominent?
'Ah, my beloved God, how you stir such envy within !'
'Indeed, as your Chosen, the endearnt I receive from you is limited! There indeed lies an insurmountable chasm between a Chosen and a Divine Favored.'
'But no matter, my God, Loyd will continue to strive, and one day, I shall wrest from Baron Helois your supre affection!'
As Bishop Loyd spoke, a joyous smile played upon his face that words could hardly capture.
It was precisely because Bishop Loyd was Shirek's Chosen that he was all too aware of the distinct treatnts between a Chosen and a Divine Favored.
If one were to make an analogy, then the deity might be likened to a wealthy man in his forties.
The Chosen would be like a vivacious call girl.
The wealthy man in his forties cos to the call girl, brandishing a stack of bills, slapping them against the call girl's face.
The call girl dares not resist and must look up at her patron with puppy eyes, begging for affection.
She does whatever the patron asks, attends to his needs if he has any, and tries to make herself useful when he doesn't.
After the deed, the call girl can only lant sourly, 'I'm the sa age as your daughter, yet she squanders your money freely, while I can only lie here for you to play with.'
The middle-aged man looks disparagingly at the call girl.
Can you compare yourself to her?
Then he ignores her, splashes her face, and says, 'Stop whining, do it yourself; I'm not satisfied yet.'
Hmm, it's quite a sad analogy when put that way.
If Kael knew of Bishop Loyd's current sentints, he would likely laugh heartily twice, then demonstrate exactly what it ans to be Divine Favored.
Why was Kael brave enough to shatter the Divine Favored status of the Four Gods who were with him? Wasn't he afraid of divine punishnt?
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