"The birth that was not expected, the form that suffered a curse, when this divine son opened his eyes to observe the world for the first time, he saw the disgusted expression of the father of this body's creation. Corellon is the guardian and creator of the elves, mastering [elves] [magic] [arts and crafts] [music] [war] priesthood, the purity and nobility of the elves is very valued, he cursed the betrayer people never see the sun, and how will accept the despicable existence of the half-drow half-god sins, that is simply a blasphemy against the elves!"
"There is no doubt that the Son of God was kicked out of the kingdom of Avado and banished to the endless star world. He saw the peace and tranquility of the land of Avado, he yearned for the nobility and transcendence of the elven gods, and above all, the infinite longing and worship of an outcast for his father, even though his father had abandoned him mercilessly, and he attributed the reason to his own ugly form."
"So this son of God hates his own distortion on the one hand and relies on the mighty power of the divine sinful hellfire to struggle for survival in the treacherous astral realm. It has to be admitted that the hybrid has the advantage that he is stronger than the normal first-born divine son, and the turbid and eerie evil flame of hellfire scares the Gisoyaki who dominate the Star World, while he is more clear-headed and less restricted by the laws of the realms than the normal hellfire divine."
"Killing and killing, running and running, he found his way to the Wilderness, attempting to face the majestic Father God and to state his loyalty, but even if he avoided the Laws of the Realms and entered the outer realms, how could the thousands of good people allow him to walk at will? After one head-butt, he realized he had to get rid of this damned look."
"Perhaps years, perhaps thousands of years, endless wanderings came to an end, and he found the greatest gift harsh fate had left him - Saraph. It is a remote, secluded and barren low magic realm. The land area, not to mention and the wilderness of spontaneity, even Ferran is several times larger than it, the races are sparse and humans are in power, but, here are the elves."
"The son of God was deeply attracted to Tia, their honey-colored skin, long golden or light green hair, elegant demeanor and artistic talk, isn't this what he aspired to? The bottom line is that there is no god in Saraf! This is a virgin land of faith, the native Great Spirit has not yet touched the threshold of immortality, the elves worship scattered totems or simply no faith. As if the lightning bolt that split the chaotic flood, he had a sensational idea - to become a god!"
"With that story told, I must pay my respects to you, Nieron." Lysatos stood up and gave a serious salute to the terrifying figure, then sat down and continued: "No one knows how you did it, and perhaps in the future it will be top secret, and I can only deduce the reason in reverse from the conclusion. You have broken the perception of all creatures for thousands of years - God's sins can not become gods! I think it must have been a long experiment full of suffering and failure, but you finally achieved the results that shattered the past and the present. It required the most daring imagination and subtle manipulation, which I deeply admire given your crude methods and logical cognitive abilities. It is an achievement that rivals that of Carlsbad."
(Carlsbad, the most accomplished Archmage of the Ferengunese Empire, a genius of the utmost arrogance, invented the 12-ring magic "Carlsbad Becomes a God" in an attempt to seize the deep power of the magic net and become a god in one fell swoop. He succeeded, though only for a moment, and then collapsed because the human body could not withstand the power. The direct results of the battle were: the loss of control of the magic network and the failure of spells, the destruction of countless floating cities and arcane masters, the end of the Nether Empire and the fall of the first goddess of magic. (Known as the only mortal to have strong x goddess by his own power)
The spirit-sucking monster tentacles covered by the shadow of hellfire nodded, "Continue."
"The son of God who went through a lot of difficulties finally gained the approval of Saraph and became the only true god of this realm. He had a daring plan: to become an elven god and absorb enough souls of his followers to extract the necessary factors to recreate a perfect and noble day elf body and pluck himself out of this filthy and evil shell!"
"It must have been a lengthy process, I guess your godhood consumed most of your power, so much so that there was no way to unify the elves, and Tia was scattered all over the continent. The identity of the Lord of Rituals was fabricated, which also shows conjecture - you want Coriellon to see His son as austere and courteous, while also imitating Coriellon, such as using a longsword as a weapon. Stereotypical to the point of insensitivity Church was born, you do not care about the development of the Church, as long as it can provide dead believers. Disdain for other races also holds back, otherwise you would have been a medium divine power. But this also still has a problem, essentially a semi-divine sin you, after giving priests divine magic will become appallingly ugly derivatives, and quickly overdrawn life force die."
"For thousands of years you toggled the progress bar bit by bit to accumulate enough souls, during which time you built this god's kingdom in the likeness of your ideal home, making statues intended for the elven gods to grovel to you, who told them to occupy your beloved father. Many, many years later, you find that the progress bar has reached 99%, and at this time the human blockade of Tia is also beneficial to the development of the last batch of faith, so you let the temple to take a self-digging approach to things. While watching indifferently as Tyria went into decline, you beautifully imagined Coriellon welcoming you into his arms."
"But." Lysatos said solemnly, "You are wrong, Nieron!"
Hellfire roared, the pocket dimension shook endlessly, and Tia's soul screamed in agony as it was burned by the evil flames of turbid eclipse.
Iladuni said, "Do you think stripping away the ugly appearance makes you the same as the elven gods? Evil is the most stubborn and powerful force in the multiverse, it is rooted in every soul immersed in it, a quagmire that can never be broken away from!"
The golden dragon and the spirit-sucking monster were in uncanny agreement, and Lysatos continued, "Coriellon will not forget that you are the shame that Rose presented to Him! In what cannot erase that foul past!"
"In the eyes of the Father of Creation, your heart is as ugly as your appearance!"
"Disgusting demigod sinner! A cursed stain!"
"A bastard with the shadow of Rose! "
"Bastard!!!"
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"Me! No! Yes! Bastard! Bastard!!!"
The space-shattering roar sent a huge wave of sound, and both Lysatos and Eradurne were momentarily deafened. Nieron's eyes were bloodshot and his face was fierce, while the roar came from the hellfire beneath him. He took a step out of the divine barrier and stomped the languid little tea table into crumbs.
"Why should I take the blame for that bitch Rose!" A huge claw sliced through the air and slapped at Lysatos, only to be dodged by the latter.
"Why should they enjoy my father's mercy and not me!" The giant wings opened, and the evil spell shot out a black light, emitting a mournful wailing scream and spell barrier impact.
"Why should you outsiders be allowed to question my plans and defile my father!" The latter's entire body was elementalized, platinum and dark green, the ultimate good and evil colliding with each other, splashing out a salute of flaming stars.
"My plan is bound to succeed, just as ... you are bound to fail." Nieron suddenly turned his complexion, the hideous expression disappeared, leaving only the evil smile of triumph. He suddenly took two violent steps back to the shelter of the transcendent divine power, allowing the 2 Bigby smashing palms and the solid force energy prison that appeared from nowhere to fall short, slapping a large number of ripples on the barrier.
"Hahahahahahaha ... mortals are mortals after all." Nieron laughed wildly at Lysatos who emerged from the flames with astonishment. "I have lived countless years, experienced the most cunning deception and profound schemes, do you think it is so easy to make me sway?"
The green flames gathered back into his palm, revealing a glittering gem. Lysatos frowned as he touched his empty left chest, the turbid eclipse of the evil flame had not hurt him, but had taken away the gem of the captive soul.
"You were right about one thing." Nieron smugly, "He is my most favored template, strong-willed, physically robust, such a plump soul is better than a hundred empty and fragile Tia, and this is my last sword that will cut the chains of bondage, free me from the body of divine sin, return to the arms of the Father God in perfect form, and integrate into the elven divine lineage. Let those who despise me, those who disregard me, and those who harm me, all die!"
"Hahahahahaha!" The gem was engulfed by the red-brown skin of hellfire, and at the same time, all the stone pillars of the Sacred Forest of the String Moon had collapsed, and the white square and the palace complex were reduced to rubble in a strong earthquake.
Ila Douni had also seized a heart, but saw Lysatos put down the pale green holy sigh scepter, revealing the most disgusting phenotype - smile. He took one look at this and knew someone had been pitted, checking back and forth to make sure it wasn't himself before breathing a sigh of relief.
"What's that gemstone?"
"Ah, a wonderfully cut 164-sided Bejuli gem, one of the best quality I have. It was actually one of my filings, I didn't expect Nieron to step on it with one foot, that said I was really surprised when he changed his face."
Iraduni impatient pretend mysterious: "quickly say!"
"The quality of that jewel is one in a million, so I had another occupant inside before I used it to imprison the divine warrior." Lysatos smiled badly and showed a mouthful of big white teeth: "A third of the soul fragment of Zexkor."