Chaos Crown

Chapter 636: One Certificate, One Permanent Certificate

PS: I'm sorry, I've been sick recently, very sick, feeling very uncomfortable, with symptoms of constant dizziness, constant sweating and diarrhea. I've reached my limit, so the recent updates may not be able to remain stable. Sorry.

It was originally an impossible proposition to fight against the first generation magic goddess.

You should know that the first generation magic goddess Misriel is different from the second generation magic goddess Mistra and the third generation magic goddess Midnight. The second generation magic goddess is the first generation magic goddess Misriel who died in order to save the world and was temporarily reincarnated into a fisherman girl in Netheril who had enough magical talent. In this process, Misriel lost many of her abilities and priesthood.

Before this, Mysriel was the only deity who could claim to be on equal terms with AO.

The magic goddess's status naturally changed from an almighty being who "has seven colors of hair and eats lollipops in the river of time" to a "secret bitch".

As for the third generation magic goddess Midnight, her performance was even worse. There was no doubt that Midnight also possessed amazing talent, otherwise she would not have been able to participate in adventures like the Saint's Catastrophe when she was just an elite-level mage.

But compared to Mystra, Midnight's level is even worse. She relies more on Azuth, the god of mages, than others. At the same time, Midnight does not have such a close relationship with Mystra's legacies, such as Elminster, the Seven Sisters of the North, and Khelben Blackstaff.

Moreover, Midnight is very selfish in doing things. She always favors those who are in the good camp, and leans towards the brave and altruistic in spell judgment and magic network. Similarly, her lover, the god of death, Kelemvor, is the same. It is said that the souls of the good camp can get a better ending in Kelemvor's soul trial.

Personally, of course, you may have preferences.

But this should not be the case when it comes to gods and priesthood.

The long river of time began to move and spin rapidly. When Aaron landed holding Eleanor and Charlotte's hands, they had returned to the past.

The Empire of Netheril, which once had a past of endless glory and beauty.

Endless oases filled the nearby vision, the sky sparkled with arcane light, countless villages spread along the river, the air was filled with a strong magical atmosphere, and space sailboats were operating in the sky.

Zariel and the others also landed. They all looked like they had not recovered yet. Only the thick-skinned Radug moved his mouth under his thick beard: "Are we back in time? How do we get to the Temple of Time?"

"Of course I'll go directly!" The great dragon Egil put his hands on his hips and laughed triumphantly: "I'm here, let these mortals kneel down and listen to my call!"

"You are right, but do you know where the Temple of Time is?" Aaron smiled at Egil.

"Well, anyway, this guy knows, right?" Egil was embarrassed for a few seconds, and immediately pulled Charlotte. Dalonglong didn't care and pressed his majestic body under his black silk jumpsuit tightly against Charlotte: "Hey, tell me, where did your good father hide the Temple of Time?"

"Don't call me that guy!" Charlotte snorted in dissatisfaction, thinking, do I know you well? You damn big dragon? How can you have such a mean figure and such a bad personality?

As the daughter of Amaunator, she and Egil are in the same absolutely neutral camp. However, the eldest lady and the dragon just don't get along, and they are not even familiar with each other.

So sometimes we can't simply assume that people in the same camp can get along well. A typical example is that most lawyers and bureaucrats are lawful evil, but they regard each other as mortal enemies.

"We've arrived." Aaron separated Egil and Charlotte, and pointed mysteriously toward the sky: "The entrance to the Temple of Time is right there."

Only then did everyone realize that there was an imperceptible black spot high in the sky.

Floating city!
The lower Naise is not the real Naise, only the upper Naise is the real Naise!

The true essence of the Arcane Empire is concentrated in the floating city in the sky. In this highly magical mind, the Netherese moved the floating city, bestowing destruction and magic on the kingdom's sky, and ruled an entire era (except the elves)!

"Will the Netherese allow us to enter the floating city directly?" Zariel frowned. "Yes, we are strong, but..."

Laduguer shook his head. The two guys were very old and naturally knew the rules of Netheril. "The floating cities have arcane barriers. If they encounter danger, they will instantly move to other places. Each floating city has at least one high-level archmage. With the strength of our current incarnations, and the fact that Missriel does not restrict the magic network during the period, we may not be able to enter easily."

"Where are Amaunator and his men?" Egil then discovered that the ancient sun god was missing.

Aaron smiled and said, "He can't go back to the past that has a strong connection with him. This is the law of AO."

"But I can, and that's why I have to do it myself."

The group did as Aaron said, and through the portal coordinates he gave, they crossed the star realm and instantly arrived at the top of the floating city high in the sky.

And the moment they appeared, a gorgeous staff flashing with the nine-ring meteor explosion spell was already pointing at their heads. A high-level legendary archmage and three legendary archmages prepared four spells respectively, and the meteor explosion, law of death, energy absorption and imprisonment spells were ready to be cast.

Behind them, twenty-two quasi-legendary great arcanists and hundreds of legendary and quasi-legendary professionals from other professions were all guarding near the portal, ready to attack at any time.

Eleanor immediately felt the pressure, and she subconsciously looked at Aaron, thinking, isn't this right?

Aaron?! You?

Egil and Zariel were even more nervous. The Seraph looked at the beings around her and thought that if she fought head-on, she had only a 30% chance of being seriously injured and retreating, and a 70% chance of having to return to the Reincarnation Pool.

"You, Gareth, Bellingford, have your brains been eaten by orcs?" Faced with this situation, Aaron was not at all panicked. He shouted loudly: "It's me! Me! Don't you recognize me?"

The archmages looked puzzled.

What an old-fashioned routine... Charlotte was speechless. Thinking that it was her turn to appear, she dodged in front of Aaron and took out the Box of Karthus: "I am Charlotte Salian, daughter of Amaunator, and disciple of the great arcanist Karthus. He gave me the Box of Karthus, and I..."

Before he finished speaking, several great arcanists suddenly showed shocked expressions on their faces, quickly retracted their spells, and quickly stepped forward to salute.

Charlotte was very satisfied with this situation. Just as she was about to say "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen", she found that the great arcanists passed her and came to Aaron, standing in awe.

One of the Eight Gods of Nether, Aaron, the Lord of Reincarnation, is the easiest to identify. As a god from the beginning of Chaos to the present, the name of Aaron-Salyan has always been closely related to the Kingdom of Tianyu. It is said that the Saruk sorcerer who first came into contact with him had no way of judging the origin of this Chaos god. Everyone only knew that he had always been entangled with Surenshaar.

More importantly, the Lord of Samsara has always been very generous to the Netheril. He has never been stingy in teaching his magic to the Netheril. As a result, in addition to the Nether Scroll, many great arcanists also choose to study the Nine Volumes of Salian. Every hundred years, the Salian Multiverse Invitational (TI) hosted by the Lord of Samsara will be held in the south of the Nether Empire. The winner can get a huge prize pool and a heavenly magic.

The magic of calamity represents the pinnacle of multiverse magic, and the great arcanists of Netheril are willing to give everything for it.

The high-level legendary archmage was named Gareth. He did not put down his staff, but held his left hand over his heart to show respect, and bowed slightly: "So it's your Majesty, the Lord of Reincarnation. May I ask if you are here to announce the prize pool and the Supreme Tribulation Magic reward for this TI?"

Aaron nodded. He stretched out his hand and drew a few strokes in the air. His fingertips were infused with his divine power. In the blink of an eye, a sealed model of the Heavenly Tribulation spell was formed. "This is the highest reward of this TI, the Heavenly Tribulation magic - Soul Elegy."

The high-level legendary archmage immediately took it respectfully. He took out a magic stone and said excitedly: "Welcome, Your Majesty, the Lord of Reincarnation."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the guards put away their weapons and half-bowed in unison.

This exchange between the two sides left everyone except Aaron stunned.

For the first time, Zariel was confused by her 20,000-year memory. She always remembered that there were only seven gods in Nether?

Eleanor thought that Aaron was a thousand-year-old monster? This couldn't be right!
Laduguer, the Chaos Dwarf God, frowned deeply. He clearly remembered that in his memory, there had never been any TI in the era of Netheril, let alone the Nine Volumes of Salian and the Sky Tribulation Spell.

But everything he saw told him that it was all true.

"So do you understand why I have to come?" Aaron moved his lips slightly, and said to his teammates, including the knowledgeable Zariel and Radug, with a half-smile: "I am different from you guys."

"I am the God of Chaos. There is no concept of time for me."

"Once I am deified, I will appear in every timeline. In your memory, I am the Seven Gods of Nether, but in other timelines, I will be the Eight Gods of Nether. In your memory, I was deified in the 1371st year of the Valley Calendar of the Kingdom of Tianyu, but for other beings, the Lord of Samsara has existed since ancient times."

"I am Aaron Salian, and I will prove it once and for all!"

"The entrance to the Temple of Time is right below this floating city. We must hurry."

Aaron looked up at the large square of the floating city's portal.

The statues of the Eight Gods of Nether each occupy a position in the square, and next to Sister Shar and Mother Su Lun, the statue of Aaron, the Lord of Reincarnation, is prominently displayed.

Aaron and the others were immediately welcomed by the floating city as the top VIPs, and the floating arcane carriage carrying the distinguished guests from afar quickly left the square.

What no one noticed was that above the statue of Shar in the floating city square, a ray of dim light emerged at the end of the Lady of Night's hair.

I can actually go back to the Nether era. Amaunator, you are not completely dead. You must have made a lot of preparations for your resurrection, right?

Ah, I really miss the Naishe era. Even though it’s already in its final years, it’s still so noisy, still so unforgivably noisy, and still so unforgivably chaotic!
too bright!
This useless Missriel, is she a great arcanist and can use the magic network as star rage to mess around?

One proof is forever proof, can you resist the eight gods?

You are worthy of me, Aaron.

Fortunately, it was you who brought the concept of permanent certification here.

I will extinguish the light of the sun forever, and as brother and sister, we will bring eternal night and tranquility to the kingdom's sky.

Shar grinned.

The War in Heaven will end here, and our story will usher in a new beginning, my dear brother.

My sister is here.

(End of this chapter)