It was not until 300 years into the fourth era that the old Axe King received a reply from Nodo and met his old friend Gandalf again, as well as more than ten top craftsmen from Nodo's era.
It took two hundred years for the Elves and Dwarves to transform the Supreme Devil Pants into the Crown of the Eternal Night King using many strange materials.
Yes, Mount Doom was drained dry by Søren's Magic Eye and even completely destroyed the ley lines. This alarmed the Earth God's Arcane Power and allowed Manway to discover his scheme.
In short, without Mount Doom, the Supreme Devil Pants could not be destroyed by mortals.
Fortunately, the Devil King Søren was cast into eternal darkness by Villa and could no longer enter the human world. As such, the Supreme Devil Pants became an ownerless Magic Weapon with only a huge amount of Magic Power and fatal temptation.
Previously, the pants were sealed in the deepest part of the royal tomb by Aragon. Before he died, he took it out and entrusted it to King Tyrion.
If there were no accidents, the Dwarves would find a crack in the ground and seal the Magic Weapon forever.
However, with the Magic Shadow's arrival, the world was about to fall into an unpredictable dark abyss. Aragon and Tyrion could only turn their eyes to it for help.
Yes, the plan was decided by Aragon and Tyrion together.
However, this was the last choice. Unless it was absolutely necessary, it was best to throw the pants into the magma of the earth's crust and seal it forever.
.....
Under Gandalf's worried gaze, the Axe King Tyrion put on the Crown of the Eternal Night King, which looked like a helmet.
Frost spread down from the top of his head and formed a set of blue-black ice armor on his body. At the same time, a vast amount of black smoke formed a long dark cloak behind him.
Tyrion's face, which had been polished by time and was as hard as black iron, showed signs of struggle and pain. He let out an inhuman roar from his mouth.
In the roar, one could vaguely hear the cheerful laughter and vicious curses of Mirko, King Søren, and many other Demon Kings.
Gandalf immediately chanted a meditation spell and the hall lit up.
After twenty years, Tyrion's face relaxed again.
He opened his eyes and there seemed to be a galaxy in them.
"Well?" asked Gandalf nervously.
"As expected of the top craftsmen of Velino. The crown is just as we expected. It can form a 'Magic Eye Canopy' that covers the entire Earth," Tyrion said with a smile.
Gandalf did not relax. "Can you bear it?"
"The moment I activated the crown, there seemed to be thousands of people talking in my ears at the same time.
Every sentence, every demonic thought, made me restless. I wanted to obey.
But I didn't lose my mind.
Slowly, I cleared all the Devil Thoughts and suppressed them in the bottom of my heart. Now … as you can see, my reason has suppressed the Devil Thoughts. "
"You can suppress it now, but what about in the future?"
"We'll talk about the future … in the future! This is our responsibility. My old friends are dying one by one. If I don't step up, who will? "Old Axe King sighed with a bleak expression.
"I will stop practicing the Sorcery Arts and focus on keeping the Dark Energy out of the world …"
After pausing for a moment, he said in a low voice, "You are Maia. You are immortal and powerful. You can be my supervisor. If something happens to me in the future, then … Sigh, I can't predict the future. You can decide for yourself when the time comes.
No matter what, you must stop me from falling into the Dark Abyss. "
Gandalf nodded with a heavy heart.
In the year 550 of the Fourth Era, the Dwarven Kingdom of Moria was completely closed to the outside world.
King Tyrion left his home and entered the Ice World in the northernmost part of the continent, sealing himself in ice on a black stone throne forever.
It was also in this year that the Sorcery Arts realized that the Dark Energy from the Void seemed to have thinned out.
At first, they thought it was an illusion, or a new change brought about by the new era. Just like in this era, the Elves gradually disappeared from Middle-earth.
Two hundred years later, the Dark Energy thinned to a limit. There was even the first case of the Sorcery Arts declining instead of improving.
"Why is this happening? It's only been six hundred years since the Fourth Era. The golden age of the Sorcery Arts hasn't even begun, but the Magic Power has declined to the point where it's hard to cultivate?! "
The Sorcery Arts community was in an uproar.
But they were powerless.
The speed of Sorcery Arts cultivation became slower and slower. For a long time, no Grand Master with Ultimate Power appeared.
In the year 800 of the Fourth Era, another shocking event occurred. A Sorcery Arts master with Ultimate Power used up his lifespan and died at the age of 666.
Not to mention compared to mortals, with Númenóreans' long lifespan, 666 was already an exaggeration.
But the remaining Sorcery Arts were terrified and angry.
Because after grasping Ultimate Power, they should have enjoyed eternal lifespan.
"I can't accept this. I cultivated bitterly for four hundred years and finally grasped the power of the Gods. I should have enjoyed eternal wealth and glory. Why is my lifespan only a few hundred years?!"
An old Sorcery Arts master shouted in grief and anger.
In the next three hundred years, Sorcery Arts master after Sorcery Arts master used up their lifespan and died.
Until a Sorcery Arts master appeared in the Far East who was diligent and loved his people …
He was pleasantly surprised to find that whenever his subjects worshipped and offered sacrifices to him, a mysterious power would descend upon him.
This power was no weaker than Darkness Origin Power and could aid Sorcery Arts cultivation.
More importantly, it could make him immortal.
"This is the power of faith! Damn it, why didn't I think of this before?! "
Soon, a Black Númenórean Sorcery Art master researched the information of the previous Devil Lord Søren and Mirko and discovered the true nature of this mysterious power.
The Black Númenóreans were not the dark-skinned Dendain Númenóreans. Instead, they were a large group of fallen Númenóreans who had been lured in by Søren when he was the Prime Minister of Númenórean.
They were spread across the colonies of Middle-earth and were similar to the Volantis of the Song of Ice and Fire. They had luckily escaped the Great Calamity and had been reproducing until today.
These people were the main force of the Cultivation World. They had founded many hidden cultivation sects with families as their unit.
With the Dendain Númenóreans' extraordinary talents, they had given birth to many Grand Masters with Ultimate Power.
The Dendain Númenóreans had experienced the Blood Sacrifice of Mirko and had seen Søren extract the evil power of faith from humans to form his body. They were not ignorant of the power of faith.
In the year 1200 of the Fourth Era, in the northwest of Middle-earth, a Grand Master named Odin Asa called himself the God King. The people under his rule could only worship him and were not allowed to have other faiths.
The prelude to the Age of Gods began. Zeus, Gaia, Surut, Amaterasu … A bunch of fake gods appeared one after another.
"How did the world become like this?" Søren was a little confused.
Uh, Danny came to outer space to visit again.
"Sigh, let's not talk about you. I met Uomou a few years ago. He also felt despair about the current state of Middle-earth."
"Hahaha, this is the world I want. Everyone is like a demon, there is no etiquette, and only the strong are respected." Mirko was very excited.
"Stranger, are you the mastermind behind all of this?" Søren asked.
"No, I've been very low-key for the past thousand years. I don't even dare to walk around. I'm afraid that I'll be seen as the successor of the Devil King," Danny quickly said.
Boss Mi was dissatisfied. "Søren and I have been exiled forever. If you don't take up the responsibility now, when are you going to do it?"
"It's because both of you didn't have a good ending that I don't want to repeat the same mistake," Danny said confidently.
"This is your fate. You can't escape it," Mirko sneered.
He was wrong.
Danny herself was frightened for a long time, but she lived through the next three eras peacefully.
The Fourth Era lasted for five thousand years.
In the first half of this era, the fake gods were still able to flourish. However, in the second half, the source of faith was occupied by the big "God Clans". Their potential was exhausted, and they were inevitably swept away.
Well, the so-called God Clans were actually Sorcery Cultivation Sects and Families.
At the end of the Fourth Era, the war of faith led to the terrifying Twilight of the Gods. Almost all the masters of the Ultimate Power died in battle, and the era of the fake gods ended.
In fact, those who could master the Power of Law were not fools. Many fake gods had even predicted the Twilight of the Gods at the end of the era more than a thousand years in advance.
They also knew the way to break the Dark Net's seal on the Dark Power outside of Earth.
Odin, Gaia, Zeus, and other "Main Gods" had all looked for "Dark Master" Tyrion.
Danny was also shocked when she heard what the fake gods called Tyrion.
However, they had never called him by the wrong nickname.
The Axe King from back then was now fully qualified to be called "Dark Master".
Because he was wearing the Eternal Night King title, not only did he stop the Dark Power that tried to enter Earth, he also absorbed the Dark Power that was produced on Earth.
As long as there was evil, the Dark Power could be produced.
At most, Mirko's evil was purer, and its quality and quantity were higher. Humans were fewer in number, but their nature was not necessarily inferior.
According to Villa, the reason why Earth could not get rid of evil was because of the Seed of Evil that Mirko had left behind.
"I want you to die! In the Age of Chaos, the world will only be purified after all of you are dead. "
Faced with the fake gods' request to open the Dark Net, Tyrion said 'viciously'.
"You are the Dark Master. You have absorbed the most Dark Power and mastered the most Ultimate Power. You have no right to say such things." Odin was furious.
"I turned into a demon to wipe out all the demons in the world." Tyrion's white hair fluttered in the wind as he raised his head and laughed.
"Don't think that I can't recognize you just because you put on the Demon Supreme Pants. Take off your pants and the Dark Net seal will break on its own, "Gaia threatened.
She was a Black Númenorean who had followed Søren before, so she knew the secret of the pants.
"It's not the pants, it's the crown!" Tyrion said angrily.
Putting the pants on his head, how vulgar and disgusting was that!
"It doesn't matter if you call it a towel to wipe your mouth. In any case, we want the pants."
With that, the group of fake gods charged forward.
Unfortunately, they only mastered one Ultimate Power, while Tyrion, who was wearing the pants, had comprehended twelve Laws.
The most important thing was still 'Internal Energy'.
Because the Dark Net separated Earth from the universe, the fake gods were unable to absorb the purest Dark Origin Power — the power of the Demon God, which corresponded to the Ultimate Power.
On the other hand, Tyrion, who relied on the Dark Net, could absorb Dark Origin Power a million times more efficiently.
There was a huge difference in quality and quantity between the two sides.
It was also because of this battle that Tyrion obtained the title of 'Dark Master'.
Since the attack failed, the fake gods were left with only one option: defeat the other fake gods and take over the source of faith in Midland.
"Use the power of faith of all humans to fight against the Dark Master wearing the pants."
In theory, this was also a feasible option.
As long as it was a war, there would always be a final victor.
The final victor of the war of faith would become the only god of all humans in Midland.
'Yahweh' was a combination of three fake gods, who mastered three Ultimate Powers and won the final victory.
"Hahaha, I am the only god, Dark Master. Just you wait, wait for me —"
He was standing among the pile of fake gods' corpses, his face covered in blood, and laughing loudly. The Dark Master suddenly appeared and chopped him in half with an axe.
Axe looked at the Last God, who had died with his eyes wide open, and sneered. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I'll give you time to master the power of faith in the entire continent?
While you were fighting, I was waiting at the side, waiting for the chance to kill all of you. This is the true Ragnarok! "
The Last God took his last breath unwillingly. The fourth era ended, and Tyrion became the ultimate demon king.
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