Arcane Journey

Chapter 370
The last chapter has been replaced. If there is no accident, the normal update will resume tomorrow. I apologize again.

Helm—the ever-sleeping eye, the guardian god—watched his companions warily.

The gods are here, every god, demigod, and elemental god is there.

Pole Star Camp.

All the gods came to this vast temple, its walls gone, and only the windows remained where they were, hanging in nothingness.

What Heim sees out the window is a world that is constantly corrupting and collapsing.

The temple is located at the center of this ever-spreading disaster world, an island just big enough to hold all the gods who come here to meet.

A gray stone passage that keeps collapsing emerges in the sea of ​​decay, leading to the barren void beyond the sight of the gods.

This is the only way out of this temple, but no god wants to set foot on this rugged passage.

Because no one knows if this road will lead to another place worse than the pole star camp.

The sky surrounded the island like a white canvas, dotted with black stars, and the light that made the gods feel dazzling penetrated the sky, forming some runic characters on the ivory sky.

Heim read the runes, his body trembling with instinctive fear.

"Everything is a thing of the past. Our knowledge, our beliefs are all lies. The age of the gods is over."

Then the rune disappeared.
Heim couldn't help suspecting that this was a trick played by one of the summoned gods to intimidate other gods, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

He knew that this rune was transformed by a power stronger than any god present.

"Boom!"

Distant thunder came along with a dark cloud carrying black lightning. The temple was shrouded in cloud, and all the gods felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

The white sky was obscured by clouds, and the gray passage sank into a sea of ​​decay.

Heim was the first to be called.

At the last moment, he was still thinking about his recent dereliction of duty to the God of God 'Io' in his temple.

The next moment, he appeared in the temple of the gods.

Soon, his compatriots appeared one after another.

The gods were confused and filled with fear at this unprecedented call.

Because summoning brings with it the experience every god fears most:

For Mystra, the goddess of magic, it seems like a magical mishap, the magic net is collapsing.

To Sune, the beautiful goddess of love and beauty, it is an ugly sick beast, dragging the goddess to her fate of crying.

For Tempus, the god of war, it is eternal world peace.

To Oghma, the god of knowledge, it was a wild, ignorant uncivilized world.

For the God of Nature, Sivanus, it is more like a world where yellow sand sweeps across the world, steel creations run rampant, and haze covers the sky.

For Bane, the Dark Lord, the calling comes with boundless love and forgiveness.

When the Dark Lord was taken from his kingdom, the love he hated, radiated a light that scorched his soul.

Heim shifted his gaze slightly.

He saw Lady Mystra, Bane, the Lord of Darkness, and Melkor, the Lord of Death, having a heated argument.

Finally, Mystra galloped away angrily.

Lila, the goddess of joy, with a slightly melancholy expression on her face, unconsciously squeezed her hand tightly.

Then she came back to her senses and looked at her hands in fear.

Beside her, Irmat, the god of suffering and endurance, was smiling and dancing, talking to himself from time to time.

As Heim observed his brethren, a group of deities less affected by the summons gathered around him.

At this moment, dignity and restraint are no longer important to the gods. They kept scratching and yelling at the guardian god, wanting to know more information.

"My home is ruined! My temple in Jieyuan was shattered!" They kept complaining to Haim, but the Guardian God didn't want to pay attention to them.

"God God 'Io' has gathered us here, and everything will soon become clear." This is Heim's explanation to the gods.

After ineffectively repeating too many times, he warned these gods to leave quickly, God God gathered them here, something big must happen, Haim himself knew it very well.

He contemplates the will of his Eternal King, God-God 'Io'.

The will of the god 'Io' is so powerful that he created a balance between order and chaos in the fog of chaos at the beginning of time.

In this balance emerges life: first the gods in the heavens, then the mortals in the kingdoms.

The Creator God God "Io" and ordered Haim to be his right and left hand.

Then, Heim understood that it was the power of 'Io' that brought the gods to this chaotic and crazy place.

When Heim was contemplating all this, Talos, the God of Storms, stepped forward and shouted:

"I say stop it all! If our Master wants to express something, let His supreme wisdom fill our empty souls and minds!"

Talos emphasized the word 'wisdom' as contemptuously as possible, but no other deity paid him any attention.

They knew that the Storm God was as afraid as they were.

Talos' speech was not responded to, and within the range of his body, the gods stayed away one after another, keeping a distance from him.

The silence that followed heralded an answer more shocking to God than any statement.

What this silence represents is a kind of finality, which is the finality of the judgment of the God God 'Io'.

The gods came to understand that their destiny was determined long before this call.

Gradually, the dead silence brought panic, but it was soon broken again.

"Defenders of balance!"

This is the voice of God God 'Io'.

His supreme authority caused all the gods present to kneel down.

Ben barely managed to touch the cold floor with one knee.

"Your mission is so great! To stabilize the scales of balance that can tip over at any moment, to maintain the harmony between order and chaos. It is a pity that you have chosen to act like children, in the power of your selfishness During the scramble, commit the crime of theft"

Bane suddenly wondered if the creator of all gods had summoned all his masterpieces just to destroy them so they could start over?
"Destruction will come to you one day, Ben!"

'Io' announced, as the thoughts of the Dark Lord spoke aloud from His mouth.

"But don't worry about yourself, because compared to what you—and other comrades who betrayed me have to face, destruction is absolute mercy."

The guardian god, Haim, was silent for a long time, stepped forward resolutely, and said respectfully, "My lord, I was the one who kept the tablet of fate, please allow me."

"Be quiet, Heim, lest you suffer the same fate as they."

The Guardian God turned to face all the other gods, "At least one of you should know the crime you committed - the Tablet of Fate was stolen."

A terrible energy shot out of the darkness, like a cascade of noise over Helm's body, and flames encircled his hands and knees, lifting him into the sky to a height unfathomable to the gods who watched in amazement below. .

Haim, who had never had his feet in the air before, gritted his teeth and stared at the unprecedented darkness, the living darkness, the darkness that gave birth to destruction, and the darkness that symbolized the anger of 'Io'.

"Would you rather stand against me with your people than with the master you serve? My good Helm?"

Haim pursed his lips and teeth, and said with difficulty, "No...my lord."

God God let out a long sigh, and Haim fell from the air, so fast that all the gods were shocked in place.

The patron saint, covered in blood and bruises, wanted to stand up and face his master again, but unfortunately, his weak body simply couldn't do it.

None of his compatriots dared to step forward to help, and no one dared to ignore his begging eyes, allowing him to fall on the floor of the temple.

Intermittent flashes of light reveal a mass of dark energy that is sweeping towards the other gods.

"Listen! You selfish gods, from today onwards, you will no longer be able to sit in crystal towers and watch the world of mortals, because it is not created for your entertainment!"

"Exile." Ben bowed his head and sighed sadly.

"Yes." Melkor, the god of death, replied, with a hint of fear that even a god could not resist in his voice.

"You will no longer be able to turn your back on the duty that gave you life. You will know and remember your sins forever."

"No!"

Mystra, the goddess of magic, shouted in fear, "My lord, don't do this, we can find this thief for you and return the tablet of fate!"

Tyr, god of justice and judgment, steps forward.

He held up the scale and warhammer emblem in his hand, which symbolized justice and justice, and spoke righteously:
"Let us all be punished for the ignorance of one of them. This is an unfair trial, my lord!"

"Do you dare to question me?" The majestic words of the gods hit the fearful hearts of the gods hard.

dark……

Like a whip, it struck Tyr's face.

The God of Justice and Justice fell to the ground, wailing in pain, covering his blind eyes with his hands.

Ms. Mystra, the goddess of magic, turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated into the crowd.

"Who else!"

Affected by the majestic voice, all the gods bowed their heads and remained silent. Only Tyre, who covered his eyes, groaned weakly with pain on his face.

In the long silence, the black energy beam enveloped the gods who greeted their fate, pulling them towards each other, it seemed so good for 'Io's' rage to have a concentrated target.

Sensing the changes in their bodies, the gods cried out in horror—some because of fear, some because of pain, and some because of...

After all, they are gods who look down on mortals, and are not used to being treated that way.

"You selfish cowards, stealing the Tablets of Fate is the last offense, and you must return them. But first, you must pay the price for my disappointment for thousands of years!"

Bane stood where he was, struggling to resist the terrifying energy beam.

Suddenly, these piercing energies erupted in dazzling blue flames, biting the body of the Dark Lord.

He vaguely saw Mystra who was also resisting in pain, with an indescribable crazy smile on her face.

The energy beam entangled Bane, and the extent of his pain, probably the painful girl Lovita could imagine and endure.

After endless torment, the gods are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, entangled in energy beams and tied tightly together.

No one dared to try to resist, no one...

There was a long but brief silence, and the gods found themselves able to move and think again.

and fear...

Fears they are familiar with.

Finally, Talos, the God of Storms, barely spoke, his voice weak and hoarse, each word coming from a gasp of horror:
"Is that the end? Is it the only way?"

"it's over?……"

The ancient god of death Jaeger, with a hint of coldness in his weak hoarseness, "It is far from over, and it will never end..."

Gradually, the whispers of the death clerk turned into bitter self-mockery, and even he fell silent.

The temple disappeared.

The gods who were bound together found that they were looking at the faces they feared most:

Chaos, life, love, indifference... In a trance, every god saw his own demise...

"That was just to give you a taste of my wrath. Now, drink it!"

There was a sound that no one had ever heard before—the scream of the gods!
Mystra, goddess of magic, finds herself drawn into a chaotic and eerie vortex as she struggles to gain some control.

She was stripped of her godhead, which was an unbearable pain.

The gods all suffer the same fate.

All the gods, except Heim, were expelled from the kingdom of the gods.

Some time later, Mystra awoke in the kingdom of Faerûn.

She found that her appearance was only her original body, her body was a mass of blue light emitting matter.

"You have to get a body." The voice of the god 'Io' echoed in Lan Guang's consciousness.

"You must possess a mortal body and live as a mortal. In this way, perhaps you will learn to cherish those things that you took for granted in the past. Enjoy it, experience the life and pain of mortals for yourself, go Understand the responsibilities of being a god... what exactly is it!"

In the vast wilderness, only Mystra was left alone.

The pale blue flame swayed in the strong wind, as if it would go out at any moment...

From a distance, she looked so desolate and helpless.

In the high sky of the kingdoms, the guardian god Haim witnessed the exile of the gods. Although his wounds are still bleeding, he is different from other gods, and he retains his usual image in the world:
A tall, fully armored warrior wearing iron gauntlets emblazoned with the Eternal Watcher's Eye.

In Haim's clear eyes, there was a hint of sadness that he didn't understand, and he turned to face the dark cloud behind him that enveloped his rhythm.

"Then what is my punishment... my lord?"

long silence...

After 'Io' answered, Haim nodded slowly and heavily. The answer he got was not so unexpected.

At this moment, He is like a body without a soul, with empty eyes looking around the empty temple.

I do not know how long it has been.

A sad smile flowed into the heart along the bewildered eyes of the guardian god Haim...

(End of this chapter)