If it was Bane who caught the Red Knight, then Raven would be completely unable to calm down. Net ●⌒, the **** of tyranny will use various methods to force any existence that does not obey him to submit, and also likes to prove his greatness with complete conquest.

If the Red Knight were caught by Bane, he would most likely be caught.

In a previous life, Bann also tried to play killing sisters and preaching. Kill a goddess first.

But Cyric... Cyric is a good boy's shoe!

Cyric no longer believes in love since the failure of the Mystila. He drove him crazy and killed Ayton, the only priest who did not have a godly title with him in the adventure. At that time Ayton was already the first high priest of the Church of Mysteria, and Cyric used a lie to get Ayton Said the blasphemous words of Mystila, so that Ayton can only be dealt with by the most despicable hypocrites after his death.

Cyric used the duty of the **** of death to bind Cranvor, making Cranvor make a decision to refuse to return Ayton's soul and return Ayton to the kingdom of Mystila. This decision ruined the love between Mystila and Cranvor forever.

Since then, Cyric has little interest in women, and his greatest interest is to use lies to create all kinds of true love and kill.

From this point of view, Cyric is a loyal member of the Dead Dead Group in the true sense, faithful to his own heart, and to break up every couple...

In addition, because of the extreme hatred of the **** of death Kelanwo. Cyric is very picky about the deaths of its own making. He never kills people in large-scale fights, because it increases the power of Tempus, the **** of battle. He doesn't just kill anyone casually, only murder! Murder was the only way he allowed death.

This distorted aesthetics of death has led to the fact that there are only two ways of death for those who die by his hands: to be directly assassinated at the beginning, or to be deceived and then fall in love with loved ones and relatives and friends.

Now that the Red Knight has entered his realm of deception, Cyric will not assassinate her again. In the same way, there is nothing that Cyric likes in the clergy and divine power fields of the Red Knight.

Since he knew Xiaoxi children's shoes too well, Raiwen was very relieved.

The only thing he can do now is to wait for the moment to get out in three days.

In this life, Cyric is even more outrageous than in the previous life. He used the [Ciri Hat] to control the **** of craftsman Gond, which caused Ogma, the **** of knowledge, to enter the venue early. This is likely to make the [True Lie] that could counter the [Ciri Hat] come out ahead of schedule.

"I should still have time." Raven calculated: "The Ciri hat itself represents all the lies in the world. It's not that easy to fight against."

Through the infinite infusion of divine power from the priesthood of lies, the power of the Ciri hat is beyond the imagination of mortals.

It's a lie to tell someone "I ate lunch" when saying hello to someone who didn't actually eat it, or something as big as the child of the world to deceive the world's consciousness.

If not for the lie itself is not one of the origins of the world. It is likely that Cyric's priesthood of lies is enough to gain access to great power.

Looking at the dark clouds in the distance from Melissa's palace, Raven muttered to himself: "The key now is whether I can get back in time to get the best benefit..."

At this moment, in Phantom Knight City, a good show is being staged.

Mystella's right index finger was wrapped in flames that could burn directly to her soul. It burned and burned, as if the tender finger without a trace of calluses was a candle, but with a finger poked on West's shoulder, nothing happened.

"Hahaha! I am my Lord's angel of lies, I will not feel pain." West laughed.

The Goddess of the Web frowned. If you don't feel pain, then there's no point in execution.

"Unnatural existence, why don't you return to the original you?" Merika, the goddess of forest and ranger, went down with a magical technique.

Green, representing the natural green. The most primitive, original color in nature. This is the return of life forms. Maybe it's a gift, or maybe it's a punishment...

Pain back!

"Ah ah ah ah!" West suddenly let out an earth-shattering, pig-slaughtering scream.

The gods all looked at Melika.

The forest goddess dressed as a green ranger pouted and shrugged: "I didn't execute the execution."

Gods: "..."

really. Honest people in the neutral camp are even more ruthless.

"Let me come." Ilmat, the God of Weeping, also known as the God of Suffering, one of the three basic friends of justice, stepped forward.

The red rope of ** easily gave West more pain, and suddenly there was a series of screams.

But ten minutes later, West was still hard-hearted, completely iron-clad, and would rather die than give up.

Ilmatt, who was watched by the gods, was embarrassed, but at this rate, he and Ben didn't feel much different.

"Hey hey, it's useless, my lord Cyric has found out that I was captured, and I notified my lord. I lost my contact for more than half an hour and took my heart and let me die..." West is hideous smiling.

Tyr stepped forward, nodding his finger, and extremely high-purity divine power leaked out from his fingertips. Showing a beautiful bright silver, divine power is like a mist around Tyre's fingertips. A few seconds later, three extremely small horizontal divine magic circles ran through Tyr's fingers, constraining these divine powers inward.

Finally, it shot around in a circle, and a gorgeous silver light blessed West.

Tyrlang said: "In the name of the **** of justice, I grant you the honor of immortality within 10 days." The words of powerful gods are sometimes the rules.

It was a mysterious power that could temporarily resist even death.

Pity... Glory? Glory shit! Is this torture?

The gods looked to Tyr. Speechless again.

A mysterious wave came, and the gods also sensed the disappearance of the heart in West's chest. The gods immediately reacted, this was Cyric's handwriting, and quickly closed the surrounding space further.

"What should I do? This guy has no heart. Although he can't die temporarily, he can't speak without blood supply from the heart." Tyr asked the gods.

"Use this first." Tempus was the bloodiest, and he took out a pig's heart from an unknown pigsty nearby.

"Let me come." Ogma calmly took the pig's heart and used the outstanding divine ability [Change Reality].

The God of Knowledge waved his hand, front, back, left, right, up, down, and a small magic circle with blue inscription borders appeared in a total of six directions.

The magic circle is compressed to the pig's heart on the palm, and together with the highly concentrated divine power, it forms the six surfaces of a cube in Ogma's palm. The blue divine power bounces back and forth in the inner body of the cube, as if it is pregnant with something. , as if reshaping something.

In the eyes of the gods, the large pig's heart was still beating, but it kept getting smaller, until it reached the size of a human. In less than ten seconds, Ogma, who was blasting the sky, had temporarily turned this pig heart into a human heart that could last for 18 hours, and stuffed it into West.

Looking at the **** Ogma, the gods could not help shuddering at the same time, don't underestimate the wise man, in order to understand the biological structure, the God of Knowledge must have done a lot of dissection...

West wants to cry but has no tears, well, now he can't die if he wants to: "Don't think I can say that my devotion to my Lord gives me courage."

"Okay, since you mentioned courage..." Thom, the **** of loyalty and courage, strode out: "Courage, the villains don't deserve courage. In the name of the **** of courage, I will deprive you of your boring courage!"

A magical technique passed, as if some brilliance was taken away by Tom, and West, who was fearless just now, instantly became as timid as a mouse.

"Humph! I'm an angel of lies." West was still stubborn.

"Don't waste your time!" Xuan Xuan's gesture was accompanied by an unknown incantation, mysterious arcane waves rippled in the hall, and a large number of shining ancient arcane runes floated in the air, echoing constantly. The gods discovered that these runes were not recognized by any but a few gods, such as the God of Knowledge.

A dazzling blue light shot into West, and the angel of lies suddenly changed his expression, his eyes widened to feel his own changes.

The lie that has been thought up, can't say a word.

"This is Power Word. As long as my magic is still on you, you can't tell any lies." Mystila said with great pride.

This is definitely a huge irony for Cyric.

How wonderful, isn't it? An angel of lies who cannot lie! ? Feel happy just thinking about it.

Sure enough, when it comes to revenge, women deserve it!

The gods looked at the goddess of the magic net in a tangled state.

Mistella akimbo, the queen's aura is full: "Okay! Now answer my question, West! Do you understand?"

"Got it, bitch!"

Mystila nodded...Wait! Something seems to be wrong!

"What did you call me just now?" The magic net goddess raised her eyebrows coldly! It looks like it's going to eat people.

Magical Angel of Lies Can't Lie: "Magic Web... bitch?"

Mysteria: "..."

Gods: "..."

Mystila's hands were trembling, and Cyric's followers had always called her a **** under Cyric's coercion, she knew it. But speaking out in front of so many gods, no matter how good she is, she can't hold her face.

"I order you to call me another name!"

West was very, very hard, in the terrifying power of the mantra, he couldn't even resist how much the sentence delayed and jumped out of his mouth.

He tentatively said in a low voice, "The magic net **** who used a corset to wrap a pear-sized into an apple-sized brat for men?"

There was a dead silence in the audience~lightnovelpub.net~Pfft" Please forgive Laila's low laugh, but she really couldn't help it.

Taking Laila as a hilarious point, the gods in the audience burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha!"

At this moment, the spirit of the goddess of the magic net collapsed. Cracks in the ground, burrowing in the ground, or jumping directly to another multiverse or something, all popped up in her mind.

However, a strong sense of responsibility still binds her.

Although trembling all over, despite being ashamed and angered to death, Mystila still held West's collar forcefully, and a roar like a female tyrannosaurus resounded throughout the hall: "Speak! Cyric used to manipulate the gods of the Red Knights, What the **** is this!?" (To be continued.)

ps: Don't be so glass-hearted...I made my debut by writing a stallion...I'm not so brainless to let the Red Knight smash the street or get ntred.