There is no doubt that this is an out-and-out artifact, made by him himself.

Unless they can be protected by other gods, mortals cannot resist it.

The middle-aged man hurriedly took the brooch with both hands, a bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen the nobles of the entire Kingdom of Cormyr fighting for the right to inherit the throne.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not long after, he led his men out of this inconspicuous house and disappeared at the end of the empty alley at night.

As soon as these mortal believers left, Shar appeared in front of Cyric and asked with a half-smile: "If I guessed correctly, you should be eyeing another descendant of Soth, right?"

Bar?"

“Hahahahaha!

That’s right!

I believe you have also felt the pure dark power in Yalusel's body.

This kid has very, very potential.

If we can take it away for brainwashing and control, we can turn it into a sharp blade used against Soth.

How about you, do you want to come and step in?"

Cyric laughed like a madman and extended the invitation.

"no thanks."

Shar decisively chose to refuse.

Although she has been trying to figure out big things all day long, she has never been a crazy god. Every decision she makes is carefully considered and she knows how serious consequences Cyric's behavior may have.

Especially the violent reaction that Zuo Si may have, just thinking about it makes people feel numb.

"Yeah, that's such a pity. I thought you would be very interested in this child."

Cyric put on a regretful expression.

Shar just smiled and responded: "I am indeed very interested in that child, but the risk of taking him away is too high. And I don't think Soth will not arrange some security around his heir."

"No, it should be said that you are too cautious.

Just watch, I will use a grand revenge to announce my return to the whole world.

Whether it's Soth or these two bitches, Midnight and Kelanvor, they will all pay the price for their previous humiliating behavior.

I'm going to destroy what they hold most dear!

Let them feel the pain!

Unforgettable pain!"

Cyric pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, struck it on his face and lightly drew a blood mark horizontally.

In a blink of an eye!

The surface of this blood stain formed dense symbols and words with terrifying curses.

Since the god-killing sword transformed by the thief god Musk disappeared, he built this new artifact for himself and vowed to kill all enemies one day, including his temporary ally, the goddess of the night Shar.

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Shar didn't say anything about Cyric's self-harm, and just stood there with a mysterious smile.

The two gods only stared into each other's eyes for a minute before opening the portal and returning to their respective homes.

They obviously knew that the other party was using them to achieve ulterior motives.

But what does it matter?

Especially for Cyric, the real motive is always very simple, just for revenge.

As for how many people he killed or what kind of damage he caused in the process of revenge, he didn't care at all.

And what Shar wants is exactly this kind of desperate madness and neurosis.
Chapter completed!