In contrast, petitioners in the mechanical realm are particularly interesting, and their bodies after rebirth will be covered with black text.

If a recaster can read, understand and find the answer, the petitioner will be recast into a form of construct called the Punisher.

The biggest characteristics of the noisy and empty tunnel petitioners are their skininess and mental and mental madness.

They feed on the strong winds whistling around them, wandering around from time to time, doing things related to their lives, until they no longer have a trace of reason and completely integrate with this crazy plane, transforming into a special kind of evil demon.

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Since mortals who are reincarnated as petitioners after death do not retain their memories completely, the memories of these souls exist in scattered fragments.

Even among believers who have entered the kingdom of gods, only a very small number of people who have made great contributions or are important figures are qualified to fully retain their memories of their lifetimes with God's permission.

Another area where it is easier to get into misunderstandings is that, unless authorized by the gods, in principle, petitioners will not retain their career level and acquired knowledge and power during their lifetime, but will be directly reshaped from the root.
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When a petitioner is killed, he will disappear permanently.

Its remaining life energy may be sent to the positive energy plane, or it may lead to the birth of another alien creature under the intervention of some unknown force.

In other words, the petitioner itself does not have any power, but needs God to consume the divine power.

Therefore, the essence of the current all-out divine war is to consume each other's divine power until one of the parties cannot hold on anymore and begins to end personally.

Generally speaking, the one who ends first will lose more.

"Sir, Archduke Zariel led the army to smash the enemy's blockade with overwhelming force. Now we have a position where we can continuously transport troops over."

A tall Hell Fiend knelt on one knee and reported with joy.

He is none other than Focas, one of the eight demon generals, and the supreme commander of the fifteen demon legions in this operation.

"In that case, let's keep pushing forward. Don't stop until you encounter strong resistance." Zuo Si ordered casually.

Focas nodded quickly: "I just issued such an order.

Although the Noisy Tunnel is a barren and harsh plane, petitioners and souls here are not rare.

As long as we move fast enough, we can penetrate directly into the base camp of Cyric's kingdom and take away all the souls of those crazy believers.

So many souls can not only squeeze out enough energy, but also hatch millions, tens of millions, billions of additional evil spirits."

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "You are right.

This is one of the reasons why I signed this contract with the gods.

But I'm curious.

How will that guy Cyric react now when he learns that the legion he finally pulled up to block the coalition's landing was so easily defeated?"

"Ha! He must be hiding in his own castle in a rage of incompetence. The contradictory personality caused by the mixture of extreme inferiority and extreme arrogance determines that he has no way to become a qualified god."

Accompanied by a familiar voice, Bane, the god of tyranny, descended from the sky, grinning with a mocking smile.

Feeling the strong sense of oppression emanating from this dark monarch, Forcas did not dare to show his respect at all, and immediately put his hand on his chest and bowed to show respect.

Because there are really too many similarities between Bane and the Hell Devil.

Although the latter did not establish his own kingdom in the hell plane, some devils still fell at his feet and became his most loyal admirers and believers.

"Your power has become stronger than before."

Zuo Si stared at the aura of the God of Tyranny surrounding his body and commented.

As a planeswalker, he is originally particularly sensitive to things like energy.

And divine power happens to be a type of energy.

Ben raised his iron fist with black gloves and said in a cold voice: "This is all thanks to you.

Your redefinition of tyranny and tyrant last time gave me a new breakthrough in my understanding of my own priesthood.

Since tyranny is prevalent in order, is all rule equivalent to tyranny?

I thought about this question for a long time, and finally found that the answer is yes.

Not only that!

I also realized that the oppression of the minority by the majority is actually a kind of tyranny.

The more countries and city-states where the good camp only boasts about the superiority of the referendum electoral system, the more likely it is that the interesting phenomenon of tyranny of the majority will occur.

The city of Neverwinter, which believes in Tyr, the god of justice, has seen its rulers forced to compromise with the mob more than once;

Waterdeep, which is also regarded as a place of hope, has also appeared;

Even Silvermoon City, ruled by Alustriel, is no exception.

So now everything and every decision made by all the countries and towns in the entire world of Toril is equivalent to continuously increasing my power."

"Rule itself is the dictatorship of one class over another class.

Since it is a dictatorship, there must be some tyranny.

So if nothing else happens, you should become the god shared by all the ruling classes in the future.

Because no matter how the nobles, businessmen and lords who are the ruling class beautify themselves, they will inevitably implement some tyranny to a greater or lesser extent.

And as the god of tyranny, you will also continuously gain influence from it.

Compared to this, I am more curious about why the number of troops you brought this time seems a bit small."

As he said that, Zuo Si turned his attention to the legions wearing black armor who were walking out of the huge interdimensional portal.

Although these soldiers strengthened by the petitioners have reached a scale of millions, they are obviously still far behind the accumulation of the Dark Lord in the past thousands of years.

Bann said meaningfully: "The number of troops is not always better.

What I brought this time are the best of the best.

Although there is still no way to compare with those demon legions under your command.

But it can definitely crush the rabble Cyric put together.

The most important thing is that I plan to participate in the final battle against that idiot, so I don't plan to waste too much energy on these foreplays."

"Do you think Cyric would still dare to appear on the battlefield under such circumstances?" Zuo Si was slightly surprised.

"Don't underestimate the madness of that lunatic. If he is pushed into a hurry, God knows what he will do..."

Before Ben could finish speaking, a familiar figure fell from the sky in an instant, followed by hysterical laughter that echoed in the sky.

"Hahahaha! I have to say, you did a good job, even a little beyond my expectations, bastards!"

Cyric laughed wildly and jeered.

Under the influence of the "Cyric Sutra", he was still so crazy and without a trace of reason. He was completely immersed in the illusion that he was the only true god in the country and could not extricate himself. He did not realize what this divine war meant at all.<

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But less than a second later, several incarnations of powerful divine power descended from the sky, surrounding this crazy god with abnormal brains.

Since this is a noisy tunnel, Cyric's power is stronger than all other gods with the blessing of the will of the plane, so no god dares to take action easily.

"King of Lies! You have been found guilty in the Council of Gods! Now give up your struggle and follow me back to accept the punishment, and maybe you can get a lighter sentence." Tyr, the God of Justice, scolded sternly.

"Conviction?

Who gave you such power!

No!

No one can convict me!

I am the supreme and only true God!

The only thing you false gods should do is crawl at my feet and beg for forgiveness!

And can you defeat me together?"

Speaking of this, Cyric suddenly paused and showed a creepy evil smile.

The next second...

He suddenly raised his hand and released an unknown summoning spell.

Before the magic goddess Midnight had time to react, a huge canine creature appeared out of thin air in front of the coalition of gods.

This guy looks like a grotesque, vicious, huge mastiff with red eyes and a rat tail. The tattered and rotten fur is covered with maggots, crawling along the muscles and bones that are barely covered, rotten and rotten.

Flesh oozes from old wounds like pus.

When its claws step on the ground, they will leave a mark that looks like a burning mark, which extends behind it until it converges into a burning pond. Its sharp teeth sparkle under the refraction of dim light, and the outer layer is wrapped with energy similar to divine power.
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Ancient evil object——Chaos Demon Dog Kozif!

All the gods present recognized the true identity of this terrifying creature in an instant.

"Come on, little cutie, look at what a great feast I have prepared for you. The army of petitioners composed of followers of false gods will provide you with endless food. Hahahaha!"

After a piercing scream, Cyric disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the Chaos Demon Dog Kozif as a troublesome enemy.
To be continued...