It was indeed a very novel experience to sit in a safe place and watch the despicable schemer jump up and down.
However, neither Gerrard nor Palin were qualified spectators.
Gerrard felt sleepy after watching for a while. For a big man like him, it was really uncomfortable to stand in the cave with his back bent. Soon after sitting on the ground, he began to doze again.
Palin, on the other hand, was watching attentively with great interest, but his face soon turned pale, and the vitality of his body gradually dimmed. He looked sickly, as if he would not live for long.
"It's really troublesome without a soul!" Sui murmured. Another magic power replenished his vitality.
Time passed slowly, and Ryan's every move was reflected on the screen. What he thought was a secret was clearly seen by Palin.
It turned out that he was the president of the Guild of Thieves in Pyroxene Town. The reason why he pretended to be a poor old thief was to plot against Gerrard. This was not to seize the holy object that housed the will of the god, but simply to please the god he believed in.
What he believed in was not the God of Thieves, but the God of Conspiracy. The god was keen to let his believers widely use conspiracies and frame-up to achieve their goals. He despised simple violence and proper communication. Only by using such ghostly means as conspiracies could he be pleased.
Ryan was the president of the Guild of Thieves. Although this president only ruled the Guild of Thieves in Pyroxene Town, which was insignificant for the whole world, he had obtained such power and status through decades of hard work, strength and wisdom, and countless conspiracies and bloodshed.
In his life, he used conspiracies more than bloodshed, so he really liked to use conspiracies, which made him a loyal believer of the God of Conspiracy, and even desecrated the glory of the God of Thieves more than once.
All this had paid off, and he was praised by the god more than once. He got power and status beyond his own abilities, and firmly suppressed the vice president, who was far more talented than him.
But all of this meant little to him.
A few days ago, after using a scheme to destroy the gang of bandits who had been refusing to sell stolen goods to the Guild of Thieves at a low price, Ryan saw an old man in his twilight years in the reflection of the wine glass when he was drinking to celebrate.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that his life was about to come to an end.
When he realized this, power, status, money … everything else paled in comparison. All his thoughts were occupied by one thing.
He was going to the Holy Kingdom of the God of Conspiracy, not the Netherworld!
With his personality, if he went to the underworld, he would most likely fall straight into purgatory. He would be welcomed by the devils who always smiled and looked up at the sky, waiting for the villains to come and receive their punishment. He would experience countless tortures one by one, maybe two or three times. In any case, the devils would definitely not let him have an easy time. If his soul could persevere until the end of the torture, it would be completely crushed and scattered into the Styx River to reconstruct a new soul with other soul particles. It would be impossible for him to reincarnate on his own …
He absolutely didn't want such an outcome!
Therefore, he hurriedly prayed to the God of Conspiracy, praying for the right to go to the Divine Kingdom after his death. But the God of Conspiracy did not directly give him permission. Instead, he asked him to do something that would please him in exchange for the qualification to go to the Divine Kingdom.
After careful consideration, Ryan decided to use a conspiracy to kill the giant who had the holy item. He felt that this would definitely be enough to please the God of Conspiracy. For this, he used a valuable favor to forge his own information in the Adventurers' Association in Gold-Panning Town. He also found a large number of people who didn't know him to pretend to be adventurers there.
He had prepared very carefully. In the process of deceiving them, none of the relevant personnel had lied.
He was indeed an adventurer, and he did quit this profession about 20 years ago. He did have a son who liked to gamble. He even specially arranged for his son to go to the casino to lose some money. Then he was detained there, waiting for him to come up with the money to redeem his son. And he really couldn't come up with so much money, because he had temporarily transferred his funds to someone else.
Everything was done to deceive the gods who could detect lies.
In the end, he succeeded.
After gaining trust, the next thing was simple. It was nothing more than playing some tricks in the treasure cave. When he was an adventurer, he had done this kind of thing more than once, so it was very easy.
And things went even more smoothly than he expected. The treasure cave of Ruhr the Bloody Hand was actually accessed by the transmission circle. He didn't know where the Orc robber found this cave. Maybe it was the legacy of a great magician …
With the help of this cave and a Death Cloud scroll, which was almost impossible to solve in a closed environment, he successfully completed a fatal trap. In order to ensure the effect, even after the transmission, he destroyed the transmission circle to enter the treasure cave.
Even if the giant could resist the terrible poisonous fog of the Death Cloud, without the transmission circle, he could not leave. He could only stay inside and starve to death.
Ryan's plan was so perfect, from the design to the execution, there was no mistake.
So when he returned to Pyroxene Town at night, he was in a very happy mood. He even felt that the Holy Kingdom of the God of Conspiracy had opened its door to him. That gloomy and quiet world, where there was no day at night, only the stars and the moon shone, where the believers fought against each other all day long, and even a little thing would be played with seven or eight tricks. The world where people like him were like fish in water … was right in front of him.
So before he had time to send someone to redeem his son who was still detained in the casino, he impatiently went to the secret room where he used to pray and began to pray to the God he believed in.
His secret room was not big, and it was a completely closed small room. The walls were all black, and only the roof, which was used for access, was inlaid with a few pieces of the Stone of Lighting, like stars. But the stars were separated to the left and right, and there was a dark red crescent moon in the middle, which was the sacred emblem of the God of Conspiracy.
Special greyish-green candles were erected in the four corners of the secret room. Ryan lit them one by one, and the greyish-green smoke soon drifted in the room, accompanied by a strange hallucinogenic fragrance. The smoke was blown by the breeze coming in from the vents below and flowed to the crescent moon overhead, forming the shape of an inverted whirlpool.
Ryan knelt in the center of the whirlpool, facing the small altar made of the skull of the former president of the Guild of Thieves, who had been murdered by him. With a face full of expectation and joy, he began to pray.
"The ruler of the shadows, the dim moon that rules the night sky, the mentor of deceit and betrayal, the mastermind behind the rise and fall … Your humble servant prays to you here. Your servant has completed the task you have given him, deceived the enemy with a lie, and plunged them into a dead end. May this small sacrifice make you happy, so that your servant can go to your kingdom after death and continue to serve you … "
As he prayed, the pale skull altar glowed with a strange black light. The black light was deep and thick, and slowly spread in the secret room like mucus. After a while, the whole secret room seemed to be soaked in a black liquid.
In this rippling black light, Ryan's prayer seemed low and vague, mixed with the responses from the four walls, giving off a disturbing rhythm.
Through the eyes of the soul, Sui saw a black beam of light suddenly emerging from somewhere in the sky and slowly falling toward the secret room.
He, who had been waiting in the sky for a long time, sneered. His huge body was fully unfolded, and his color-changing transparent body turned into the night and stars, so that even the most sensitive mortals on the ground could not see any clues. The tentacles formed many magic arrays, completely covering the whole Pyroxene Town, and even a mosquito could not come in.
But this magic array just had a gap, so the black beam of light could continue to fall, but a few thick tentacles surrounded the beam of light, ready to attack at any time.
"You are the God of Conspiracy, right? Your believer dared to deceive me and plot against me. Let's settle this account! "
The huge floating jellyfish waved its tentacles and sneered at the place where the black light fell, like a hunter ambushing his prey, waiting silently.
Inside the secret room, Ryan had been praying devoutly for a long time, but for some reason, the God of Conspiracy did not respond to his prayers.
He was still praying, but his heart was full of panic.
It was a natural instinct for a god to respond to the prayers of his believers. If he did not respond to prayers, it must be that the link of faith with his believers was broken. The reason might be that the link of faith was blocked, or it might be that the god was weak. The most common reason was that the believer was abandoned by him!
Had he been abandoned by His Majesty the God of Conspiracy?
How could this be possible! He had just used a conspiracy to deceive a god! Wasn't this an act of following the doctrine? Why not only did he not please the god, but he was abandoned by the god?!
In the secret room, the president of the Pyroxene Town Thieves Guild was in chaos.
He was nervous, he was violent, and countless thoughts were running around in his mind like headless flies. Countless horrible imaginations emerged one by one. He felt that he was finished. Maybe he would fall into hell in the next second. Maybe there was already a cruel judge waving a burning iron fork and examining where on his body was suitable for the fork …
However, he was wrong about the God of Conspiracy.
In fact, his behavior did greatly please the God of Conspiracy, so that the god wanted to send a messenger to welcome him to the Holy Kingdom.
However, whether it was the link of faith of the God of Conspiracy or the messenger sent by him, they were all blocked.
In the air two or three hundred meters above the ground of Pyroxene Town, the huge floating jellyfish stretched out its body and built a huge magic array with its own body, completely cutting off the connection between the God of Conspiracy and his faithful believers.
Above it, a pair of powerful tentacles were entangling a weird creature that had four faces, six arms, and was surrounded by chaotic black wind. It was the oracle of the God of Conspiracy, a strange creature known as the "Four-faced Monster".
The four-faced monster was a very powerful creature. The black wind around it was the embodiment of the power of illusion. As long as mortals saw it, they would often fall into the illusion. This monster was specially created by the God of Conspiracy to pass on his orders. Whenever they appeared in the human world, they would make the good people nervous and make the scheming villains cheer.
But this time, the four-faced monster, which followed the order of the God of Conspiracy to go to the human world, was blocked on the way. A big jellyfish, which completely ignored its powerful magic power and horrible illusion, entangled it with its tentacles, ignored the various spells it kept casting, and the anger of the god behind it, and wanted to swallow it alive.
"You have to be prepared to pay back. Let's eat your messenger first!"
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