Chaos Crown

Chapter 637, Betting on Heaven! (Recovered from Illness)

PS: I've been resting for a few days and I feel much better. I'll start updating from tomorrow. This book will be finished soon. I want to finish the final battle with Shar in one go! This chapter is 5000 words long.

Aaron received extremely high treatment in the floating city. High-level archmages were demoted, ordinary legendary archmages bowed, and hundreds of legendary and quasi-legendary powerhouses bent their waists or even knelt on one knee.

Even the presence of Archmage Iolum in person was no different.

However, such respect still did not meet everyone's psychological expectations, especially when Miss Charlotte thought, "My brother is one of the eight gods of Nether, the Lord of Reincarnation. Don't you mortals know any manners? Kneel down!"

And me, the daughter of Amaunator and the holder of the Cube of Karsus, how come you don’t even react?

Only Zariel remained silent, the supreme dueling agent of the Lord of Reincarnation who understood Netheril.

At the most glorious moment of the Arcane Empire, the number of legendary archmages was as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river. Relying on the unlimited self-service scrolls of the Nether people and the magic network, the Nether people ushered in an era of arcanist blowout. The invention of Iollum's longevity magic allowed the archmages to have almost unlimited lifespans.

Naturally, with a nearly infinite lifespan and the unlimited self-service of the magic network, each of the great archmages is an expert at courting death. Most of them have nothing to do every day and think about making trouble or fighting each other. Despite the extremely high mortality rate, the number of great archmages is still rising.

Perhaps in the eyes of the great arcanists, Aaron, as the Lord of Reincarnation, is just an extremely strong being who can invent magic on his own, like Iolum, but he is not supreme.

The great arcanists took Aaron and others onto a floating vehicle, which was more like an anti-gravity floating commercial vehicle than a carriage. Under the influence of arcane light, the commercial vehicle suspended in the air was as fast as a flying dragon.

Eleanor had never seen such a scene before. The pastor lady looked at it with interest, while Da Longlong's eyes were shining, thinking about how to take this good thing for himself.

"The anti-gravity carriage is a product of Karsus's invention that has been enhanced with heavy magic. It is almost in perpetual motion."

Charlotte introduced quietly: "The knowledge in Karsus's magic box~"

The great dragon Egil let out bursts of exclamations. The strange magical creations in the air, the singing fountains, the dancing tree elves, each of them aroused Egil's great interest. Her amber eyes flickered constantly along the way, and she found that this was completely different from what she had imagined.

Dalonglong didn't expect that the more ancient things are, the more advanced they are. After the fall of Naishe, thousands of years have passed, and the people on the surface have fallen far behind.

Similarly, Aaron was shocked by the view of the floating city.

Most of the time in Cormyr after he traveled through was a medieval scene, but what appeared before him now was a cyberpunk version of Netheril. This floating city was closer to the cyberpunk style than he had imagined. What he saw were floating buildings that were ingeniously crafted. They did not follow any physical laws at all, and even got rid of the limitations of the earth's gravity. They stood layer upon layer on top of the floating city, like a scene in a dream, so incredible and shocking.

The lower part of the city is an inverted giant peak, and the upper part of the city is like floating pavilions, with countless aircraft and vehicles moving around, and every corner emitting arcane light.

For example, a crystal faucet is completely suspended in the air, with no layer of carrier in front, behind, left, right, up or down, but the faucet sprays a beautiful fountain upwards. The huge vortex sprayed out blooms with brilliant colors like a rainbow under the sunlight. At the same time, this fountain can also dance in the changing water flow like a musical fountain, and provide musical accompaniment along with a singing sword next to it.

It looks like the archmages used magic to connect to the water source on the surface, but in fact it is even more brutal, because the water source of the faucet is actually drawn directly from the water element plane, purified and filtered through the magic filter before being sprayed out. At the same time, the water of the water element plane carries a certain life force. If necessary, the archmages can immediately summon the water element lord from the faucet.

For example, a certain house was cast with the Toscudello space illusion technique. The neon light pillars rising from the roof had traces of flying animals, waterfalls, and a poet reciting poems. It was obvious at first glance that the technique was performed with a very high level of skill.

"Life lasts for fifty years, like a dream and an illusion." As time and space are reversed and technology is in chaos, Aaron can't help but sigh: "There is life and there is death, what is there for a warrior to regret?"

"Don't talk about life and death." Eleanor rolled her eyes at Aaron. The pastor lady said unhappily, "You've been deified, why do you like falling so much?"

"Haha, business is important." Aaron nodded with a smile.

They arrived at the place very quickly.

The Great Temple of the Eight Gods of Nether stood at the highest point of the floating city, above the phantom light in the sky and the rushing water. The rectangular temple, covering an area of ​​more than one square kilometer, was purple-blue. Under the sun, it felt like the texture of colored glaze, but if you looked closely, you would feel the horror of facing the faces of gods from ancient times to the present, full of vicissitudes and sublime terrifying power.

"Magic Box." Aaron said to Charlotte.

The eldest lady took out the magic box of Karsus. Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the magic box into the groove of the temple gate as Aaron instructed.

At this point, High Archmage Gareth no longer had any doubts. He told Aaron and the others to do as they pleased and quickly left with the others.

"Is this the Archmage? He looks like a nice guy." The pastor lady grabbed Aaron's sleeve suspiciously. "Tell me, Aaron, what era are you from? Are you really Aaron Salian? I seriously doubt that you are some weirdo from some other place who replaced the mediocre, incompetent, cowardly and shy Aaron!"

"That's right! My brother has changed so much! Alice said the same thing!" Charlotte followed suit.

"Haha, does it matter?" Aaron didn't take the question seriously. "I don't think any of you like the me before, right? I was cowardly and shy. I was mocked as the last Salian by the citizens. I was scolded by my father and tortured by my mother at home. Only my aunt's family was kind to me. I was also a complete loser at the time. I learned swordsmanship for several years, but I was still just an apprentice warrior."

"Are you showing off?" Zariel also looked at Aaron with contempt.

"No, I'm just telling you that I was who I was then, and I'm who I am now. I just didn't wake up then, that's all." Aaron was telling the truth: "The power I inherited was too strong, so my body couldn't bear it at the time. If I hadn't been forced to activate the power of Slaanesh in order to survive when I was on the verge of death, I might still be an incompetent person today."

"Hehe, otherwise you wouldn't be my brother~" Charlotte smiled. She always seemed so happy and carefree.

Eleanor always admired Charlotte's heartlessness: "So what are we going to do next?"

"The sun god Amaunator has always believed that he has the right to claim the priesthood of [Time]. Of course, he recognizes Misriel's control over [Time]. Therefore, Amaunator needs to take back his own [Time] at an appropriate time, so he wants us to go back to the past."

"But the God of Gods AO does not allow any magic related to time travel. Even some magic that goes back to the past is only allowed to be asked, recorded, and transcribed. It is not allowed to have any impact on the timeline. So only I can do it. I can prove it once and for all."

Aaron explained: "I will negotiate with the first goddess of magic, obtain the priesthood of [Time], and awaken the Temple of Time prepared in advance by Amaunator, which is here. The entrance to the Temple of Time is here. After I obtain [Time], I will store this priesthood in the Temple of Time. Amaunator will obtain [Time] from the future Temple of Time and revive as the Sun God."

"I don't understand." Zariel, who had the worst brain, thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out: "Anyway, who are we going to fight?"

Aaron sighed: "If possible, I don't want to fight, but if a fight must happen, then I need your help."

After saying that, Aaron grabbed Zariel's hand first: "You are the only one among us who has not changed much, so you can do it."

"Zariel, hold on to me. Once I open the Grand Temple and enter the [Time] realm, the floating city's Miser energy core will be overloaded and the city may fall. You must pay attention to your own safety." Aaron instructed the remaining people: "Stay in the Grand Temple and don't fall."

"Hey, what about the floating city?" Eleanor asked.

"It's just one or two cities, if they fall, they fall. What's in my brother's heart is the kingdom of Tianyu~" The eldest lady didn't care.

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Opening the time realm, Zariel felt like he was dreaming.

In the realm of time, there are three rivers of time, namely, recollection, repentance, and forgetfulness, which interweave together to form time. The unforgettable road of recollection has become a past that can only be appreciated, as painful as poison, and as sweet as poppy.

The heart-wrenching journey of repentance has become a beauty that can only be reminisced about, as direct as a knife blade and as hot as a volcano.

The lightness and calmness on the road to oblivion have become things that can only be forgotten, as sad as bitter wine and melting like ice and snow.

"We always repent in recollection, forget in repentance, and recollect in forgetfulness." Aaron whispered in Zariel's ear: "This is the essence of time."

A magnificent scene emerged before my eyes: layered Byzantine-style white jade halls surrounded by green vines led to an invisible end. Sculptures scattered throughout the halls depicted famous beings that gradually decayed in the long river of time. Hundreds of staggered white steps led to various places, symbolizing the infinite changes in the timeline. In the courtyard stood the goddess of time - statues of the first generation magic net goddess Misriel were everywhere.

With her eyes slightly closed, she wore a long Greek-style dress, a laurel wreath on her head, and held an hourglass in her hand, symbolizing the passage of time. She was watching any possible changes under the blue sky.

Apart from this, the temple was empty.

"What do we do next?" Zariel whispered. "Where do we go?"

"...Strange." Aaron did not find Missriel or Amaunator herself in the Temple of Time.

According to his understanding, this temple should have been built by Amaunator.

He was just about to observe the temple when suddenly thousands of colorful threads came out of the air and tightly wrapped around Zariel's body!

The Seraph and the Weak Power were planning to exert their strength, but Zariel just used his strength slightly, and the Duel Proxy God suddenly found himself unable to move!

Her time was stopped and she couldn't use her power at all!

The laws of the Gods above Gods are still in effect, and any unauthorized changes to the timeline are prohibited.

The threads became more and more numerous and denser. At this moment, a purple enchantress stepped out from the shadows of the Temple of Time, holding a dark blade of divine power and slashing down at Zariel!

At this time, Zariel couldn't move at all.

Light magic, light of exile.

Aaron in the shadow behind Zariel finally made a move. He summoned a rotating vortex of light, crushing Purple Enchantress's divine blade on the spot and forcing Purple Enchantress back.

The threads that bound Zariel finally unraveled, and the Seraph looked angrily at the figure in the Light of Exile.

"You used the Phantom Priesthood to hide yourself in the shadow of the God?" Purple Enchantress said with interest: "Don't move, Zariel, your power cannot be used here."

"I thought I would see Mysriel here, but I didn't expect to see you here, Sister Mysti." Aaron appeared from behind Zariel: "Are you Mysti from Shade City or Mysti from Netheril?"

"Both." Purple Enchantress Misty didn't seem to take Zariel seriously at all. She just continued to look at Aaron: "The Shadow Weave has always been a part of the Demon Weave, so I am a part of Misriel, the projection of the Demon Weave in the Shadow Weave."

No wonder, Aaron thought, no wonder the names are so similar, Misriel, Misty, Mislin, Mistra.

"So you manage time?" Aaron thought this was a bit bad. "Where's Shar?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Aaron." Princess Misty of the Ghost City's expression gradually turned cold. "My Lord has given you many chances, Aaron, but you are still so stubborn. My Lord has told you again and again that there is no future for you to follow Su Lun. You still chose to sit with that bitch Su Lun in the Pantheon. You are so arrogant and rude. It's time to teach you a lesson."

"You are no match for me, call Shar over here." Aaron signaled Zariel to retreat quickly.

In this extremely special place, the Temple of Time, apart from Misty who can communicate with Misriel, only people like Aaron who have a permanent certificate can use their power freely.

Zariel glanced unwillingly at the confrontation between Aaron and Misty, and the Seraph quickly left the spot and stepped into the river of time again.

Princess Misty of the City of Ghosts did not stop Zariel from retreating. She continued to communicate with the power of the Temple of Time. The colorful threads wrapped around her and rose up into the sky, forming huge wings of light. "Shall asked me to destroy you, Aaron. What will happen if you die here as your original body?"

After saying that, Misty immediately launched an attack. Thousands of magic missiles burst out from her colorful wings and fell like a rainstorm!

Aaron's attack was just as swift.

Seventh-ring magic—Chaos Flame Storm!
A colorful fire storm spit out of his mouth, and the burning rotating fire hurricane collided with the falling magic missiles, causing huge waves in the Temple of Time. In the collision of missiles and flames, the two kinds of magic energy collided, offset and exploded each other. A series of lines as long as more than ten meters wide moved, lighting up the nearby statue of Misriel.

The Purple Enchantress had an indifferent expression. She increased her power. The rain of magic missiles became stronger and stronger, gradually overwhelming Aaron's chaos fire storm. The chaos fire gradually shifted towards Aaron's direction.

Aaron let out a click of his tongue and dodged, allowing the magic missile to smash half of the temple behind him. He spat out yellow-green bile that formed a line in the air, and rushed towards the Princess of Ghost City with a foul odor and a breath of extreme physical discomfort.

Misty frowned slightly, she subconsciously dodged, instinctively tore open a gap in the darkness and wanted to flash to the distance like Aaron.

However, a dark hand in the darkness firmly grasped the Princess of Ghost City.

"Hmm..." Purple Enchantress found herself unable to move, just like Zariel.

"Have you forgotten, Sister Misty, that after defeating Rose, I also possessed the priesthood of Darkness." Aaron narrowed his eyes. He was not sure how many memories Misty still had of being with him. Was it Shar or her at that time? "I asked you to call Shar! You are no match for me. The Princess of the City of Ghosts, Telamante, understands this. Don't you understand?"

"…………" Misty remained silent.

"Talamante forgot who saved him from the fall of Nether. He surrendered to Cormyr in order to keep Shade City alive."

From behind Misty, the figure of the goddess of night, Shar, slowly stepped out: "This is his choice, not mine. I only want to do one thing."

"I will kill you here, and then extinguish the light of the sun forever." Shar said with a grim smile: "I know that the saint incarnation of Amaunator has also entered the long river of time. As long as he falls here, the sun will go out and the world will usher in eternal night."

"...It seems that we can't reach an agreement?" Aaron sighed: "I knew that we would have to fight in the end."

"Yes, we must fight eventually. This is the place I carefully selected. No one will come to disturb us, dear brother Aaron." Shar's beautiful face, which was becoming more and more hideous and crazy, was filled with excitement and distortion: "Want to end the battle in heaven between my sister and me? Want me to surrender? Then defeat me and prove that you are stronger than me! Otherwise, I will never be your queen of gods! I will never form a heaven with you! If you don't stop me, Amaunator will be dead. In the long river of time, no one except you can stop me from killing Amaunator and extinguishing the sun forever!"

"In this battle, heaven is the stakes!"

Sorry for being late, thank you everyone!