Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 358 A Brief Arrival

Not only did they lose their divine power for nothing, but another major problem was that, with the stolen divine power, the abilities that the blasphemers could display were almost indistinguishable from those of ordinary clergy!
The gods hold their thrones high in the starry sky, and the church on earth is the embodiment of their glory and the agent of their will. But one day, a despicable thief, a shameful burglar, has silently infiltrated the temple and is even secretly defiling its reputation with his vile tricks.

The mere thought of such a bizarre thing made the gods feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throat, and their only attitude was to exterminate them all as quickly as possible!
In fact, with the gods almost united in their encirclement and suppression, this profession had long since disappeared from the main plane, and its lineage should have been severed. It could only be known in the abyss, which was suspected to be its place of origin, or in the secrets kept by some ancient beings.

The revelation of Fandral's identity as the blasphemous priest explains why he was able to remain hidden under Heim's nose without being exposed, but it also raises a question that keeps people up at night.

How did this kind of trickery, long lost to the river of time, end up in the hands of this guy Fandall?
This question remained unanswered. Overjoyed to discover that such a talent was hidden among his men, His Majesty Heim immediately decided to invite this fellow to the realm of the gods for a good chat, and after a cordial meeting, send him to the territory of Kranzor to contribute to the construction and development of the Underworld.

Yes, literally adding bricks and tiles, properly using up everything left to serve as bricks and tiles on that wall of faithless people.

The idea was good, but unfortunately, Mr. Fandral's spirit did not seem to be able to sustain him until then.

Just as the traitor's soul was being torn from his body by the enraged helmet god and was about to be taken to the divine realm, the gray spiritual essence, which had previously been dormant and disguised, quickly became active.

In an instant, all the remaining forces within the spirit body—white, red, and black—were assimilated into a chaotic gray.

The statue emitted a radiant light, and Heim, sensing something was wrong, sent even more of his power down to Earth, but it was still not enough to undo the damage.

When Fandral's spirit was enveloped by Heim's divine power in an attempt to stabilize the existence of the soul itself, the gray spiritual substance seemed unaffected, rapidly collapsing and dissipating silently.

When the helmeted god used the heavy metal glove of the idol to hold the traitor's spirit in his hand, the poor soul was already riddled with holes and utterly broken.

The helmet god silently held the transparent residue in his palm for a moment, then casually waved it away.

The essence of this soul has been torn apart and stripped away by some unknown force, leaving only this useless and tasteless "residue," like the scraps left over from the soul-devouring insects in the lower planes. Even the Tanari, who have an extremely greedy appetite for souls, would probably find it undesirable.

The personal manifestation of Heim's consciousness shocked everyone present. Apart from the two bishops and a few others who knew the secrets of the blasphemous priests, such as Barras and Zhang Yuan, everyone else was astonished by the personal attention of this eternal vigilant.

It's worth noting that since the turbulent years, this sage has rarely appeared in the mortal realm. Whether there are other considerations, or simply... remains to be seen.

Are you afraid of being ambushed and beaten by others/gods who seek revenge without any shame?
As the spiritual energy emanating from the idol embodied by Heim's consciousness flowed, the air in the already solemn and dignified Hall of Justice seemed to grow even heavier.

Compared to Tyr, Heim lacked the grandeur and magnificence of Tyr, but possessed a more stern and ruthless quality. However, being an away game, his quick save didn't have much of an impact.

Yet no one dared to speak. Perhaps the silence was too oppressive, so Bishop Dumar finally mustered the courage to speak.

"For the faults we have committed, our Lord has come down in person. There are no words to express our shame. Please instruct us on what needs to be done, so that we sinners may also have the opportunity to redeem ourselves."

The bishop bowed deeply in worship, his body extremely low, and the clergy around him knelt in worship as well. *Squeak!*
A sickening metallic scraping sound rang out. The statue of Heim remained silent, turning its full-face helmet and staring at its shepherd with the single eye on its visor. The shepherd nodded repeatedly as if listening.

After a short while, the helmeted god statue shone brightly, then vanished without a trace, leaving only an ordinary suit of armor standing in the same spot.

“Our Lord has noticed the resurgence of ancient beings; we should all be alert.”

Dumar inexplicably said this to Holland, and without waiting for Holland's reaction, he turned around and led Heim's followers straight out of the Hall of Justice and left.

As the gazes of the great men had already faded into the distance, and the trial ceremony was drawing to a close, there was supposed to be a ritual to make an example of someone, but unexpectedly, the chicken died of poison before it could even be cut, and its body began to rot.

Zhang Yuan no longer cared about the remaining trivial matters. He silently asked Balas for some knowledge about blasphemous priests, while pondering the words Dumar had spoken.

The Ancients mentioned in the conversation were no stranger to him, who knew the plot of Neverwinter Nights from his previous life. Behind the Howling Death Plague were those lizardmen, also known as the Saluk Witches, an ancient race.

However, there are two questions. First, what role did the cult, or rather, Vesalon, play in this? Was it an accomplice? Or was it merely a victim?
Furthermore, Heim must have vaguely sensed what was happening, but how certain could he be? And what would Tyr and the three gods, who also knew about the incident, be like?

Thinking about the magical plague that would occur seven or eight years later, Master Zhang felt a toothache. If the epidemic were to spread, his own territory might also be affected.

Tsk, should we subtly expose the pipe dreams of those cold-blooded animals?

Just as the ceremony was about to end and everyone was about to go home, Nash gave a few instructions to the female paladin on his left. She nodded, stood up, and walked straight toward Master Zhang.

Huh?
Attack of Erebeth?
The dashing lady walked past the dazed and confused nobles of Winterless City, who were still reeling from what she had just witnessed, and strolled up to Zhang Yuan. Her beautiful face was full of formality and seriousness.

Master Zhang's expression was equally serious, his eyes fixed straight ahead. He knew to some extent what the other party, or rather, Lord Nashel, was trying to convey.

as predicted.

"Your Excellency the Mage, Mr. Chanem, the hero of Neverwinter, thank you for your heroic act of thwarting Luskan's plot and exposing the traitors. We salute you."

Wearing armor, Irebeth offered a small bow, then pulled out a gleaming gold invitation and handed it over.

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