Original God's Dark Priest

Today was the worst day Boethius had ever experienced since he was born.

There was a time when he was complacent because he had stolen the rights to the music, and he even thought that he might be able to stand on equal footing with the gods with his mortal body.

No, he always thought he had done it.

Because the things that Remus was so proud of were now just his toys.

It took him thousands of years to piece together, modify, and then skillfully use the music!

He asked himself if even Remus could understand the music better than he did.

There is no one greater than himself in this world! He will restore the glory of Lemuria!

He imagined all the time that he could step onto this golden stage and announce the return of Lemuria to the world.

To this end, he lay dormant for thousands of years, waiting for the best opportunity. Everything was just right, Cassiodoro came back and brought two foreigners with him.

He couldn't wait to declare his power and show his presence, but then the girl with the strange eyes easily suppressed him, leaving him with no power to fight back.

At that moment, Boethius was completely stunned.

Shouldn't Yue Zhang be omnipotent and invincible? Why was he unable to even fight back against that girl?

This is not right.

After being arrested, Boethius reflected on his mistake and began to analyze the reasons. The first thing he thought of was the music itself. Since he was not in the royal city, the impact of the music was not too severe.

That must be the reason.

In addition to the girl's obviously abnormal strength, Boethius decided to endure it temporarily and wait until he reached the royal city, which would be his home ground.

So, the second test also produced results.

There were only three words left in Boethius' mind as he lay on the ground: Impossible.

"I really like what a friend once said: The will of every living being deserves respect, just like the fish swimming in the sea, each has its own direction." Saphir gently patted the non-existent dust on the hem of his cheongsam. "But everything you've done has made me decide not to respect your will."

Boethius struggled to raise his head, but his vision was blurry and he couldn’t see the face of Saphir high up in the sky. “You…foreign god…this is not your war, and my feud with the people on earth has nothing to do with you.

Why hinder our cause?"

"The music... Phobos, was originally meant to bring good news to the people of this country. Even if the effect isn't that obvious, a little blessing can still do the trick.

But... in your hands, it only gave rise to wailing. Those who betray their compatriots do not deserve forgiveness." Saphir looked at Boethius coldly, his tone calm and without much emotion.

Looking at Boethius's slightly narrowed eyes, Saphir chuckled: "Gods are always willful. You are so arrogant before you even become a god. How can I, who can already be called a god, feel embarrassed?

So, I decided to use my strength to be a little willful. Not for Cassiodoro, not for the residents of Petricho Town, and not for justice..."

As she spoke, she pointed a slender finger at Boethius, who was lying on the ground. "Just to target you. Don't you accept it?"

"You!" Boethius was furious. "How can you be so unreasonable!"

"Reason?" Saphir walked down the platform in mid-air, swaying with each step. He said something with each step, "Life is never reasonable. No one's birth can be based on their own consent.

Death is never reasonable. Even if you see the signs of approaching death, no one can disobey.

Time is never reasonable. Everyone is deprived of time equally, but cannot get back even a second.

Kong never talks about reason. All she sees is her adherence to the principles of nature...

And why should I reason with you?"

Step by step, she walked up to Boethius, leaned over slightly, and admired the confusion and fear on his plaster face.

"You cannot kill me. I have become one with the music. Even if you destroy my body, as long as the sea of ​​pain still flows, as long as the memory of hatred remains...

My will will not perish, and I will remain the nightmare of the entire world!" Boethius suddenly laughed wildly, "What about the gods? They still can't completely destroy me!"

"Arrogant and embarrassed, arrogant and cowardly." Saphir shook his head and gave this assessment, "Cassiodore only exiled himself, and he can guard prisoners like you for thousands of years like a jailer...

Do you think that your weak strength is worth my efforts to destroy you?

I wanted to keep your tongue to apologize to the souls you harmed, but now it seems that there is no need.

A jerk like you doesn't know what an apology is.

Although I never consider myself a partner of justice, to be honest, my relationship with the God of Justice is pretty good. Occasionally making a guest appearance is also like fulfilling my obligations as a friend.

For example, bringing justice to those who deserve it.”

Boethius struggled frantically, and Saphir immediately felt the fluctuations coming from this space. This was Boethius's Palace of Music, and it was also the space created by the embodiment of his soul.

Although Saphir was able to temporarily take over this place by using Aru to hypnotize Boiseus, the essence of this space is still a part of Boiseus' soul, and this cannot be changed.

Therefore, once Boethius felt his life was threatened, he would begin to struggle, and then wake up from a nightmare like an ordinary person.

And now, Boethius was about to wake up.

Saphir frowned slightly. She saw cracks everywhere. Aru's dream, which was built on the soul space of others, was indeed very fragile. As long as the other party realized that she was dreaming, the dream would become invalid.

Now, Boethius is waking up and realizing that he is in a dream, he will not be really hurt even if he suffers a fatal wound. After all, in order for the damage to the owner of the dream to take effect, it must be done before the other party notices it.

Watching Boethius slowly disappear before his eyes, Saphir narrowed his eyes slightly. "He secretly dragged me in to plot against me, and then tried to escape when he realized something was wrong... He is indeed a cunning demon. Scylla was right."

After Aru completely disappeared, Saphir turned around and looked around. She had not left Boethius's soul space. It seemed that this guy was planning to use this method to trap her temporarily.

This place is located in the royal city, too close to the Golden Palace, the power center of Phobos. The power of Boethius is already able to directly interfere with the real world.

Safire could clearly notice that the boundary between here and reality was becoming blurred.

If she hadn't come today and let Boethius continue, perhaps he would really be able to master power beyond reality. At that time, it would be hard to say whether he would pull the entire earthly world in or let this world come into being.

There may not be any essential difference between the two, but perhaps no one is willing to accept this result.

After all, replacing the real world with Boethius's fantasy has turned Fontaine into what it was thousands of years ago...

Saphir was a little afraid to imagine that scene.

She doesn't know about others, but Villette will probably come to him immediately to let him know what the tide is. I have returned.

Boethius, to put it bluntly, is a madman, and a madman with some ability. This kind of person is quite scary because he will and has the ability to do things that will bring serious consequences to others.

Safire doesn't like this kind of crazy attitude of not caring about other people's lives.

Although she was also regarded as a lunatic, this was because Saphir often fought others regardless of her own life or death, making people feel extremely difficult to deal with, unlike Boethius, who would do anything without considering the consequences.

"God..." Saphir sneered, "Even God cannot transcend fate. Since destruction is the inevitable outcome, don't try to resist. It will only make things more ridiculous."

Boethius may have felt that he could change his fate by becoming a god, or even being on par with the gods.

Little did he know that gods also have their own destiny. This definition transcends the gods from the very beginning, and he would understand it if he thought about it deeply.

Lemuria is not Canrea; it has gods.

Even though Remus's strength is weak and frail compared to other rulers, he is still the god of Lemuria.

Why does Boethius think he can do something that Remus couldn't do?

I can only say that he is too conceited.

Just looking at the current situation, Saphir can come to the conclusion with a little speculation that at Boethius's current pace, in the near future all he can do is drag more innocent people into the nightmare he created and turn them into zombies.

Thinking about it this way, it feels even more tragic.

Accompanying a madman in an experiment doomed to fail? She would rather ask Dotole to give her another cut and take a biopsy for research.

Thinking of this, Saphir thought of the laboratory where the construction of the Abyss Palace had begun, and his mind became active. The soul of Boethius was integrated into the music and was already immortal.

And this kind of Boethius also has the ability to possess. As long as she masters the music, she can create a creature with Boethius' consciousness.

It just so happened that the gene purification experiment on the dragon lizard was stuck because of the soul. Filling in Boethius' soul, killing it, and then taking it out was not something unacceptable to the dragon lizard.

After all, no dragon lizard was truly injured from beginning to end, and the only one who was killed was Boethius who turned into a dragon lizard.

Moreover, this Boethius can be reused. Is there any more perfect experimental body than this?

Saphir has caught up with the top-quality body that Dotole will never encounter in his life. This is destiny.

However, these things are just later matters. The most important thing now is to get out of here.

Safir began to calm down and carefully observe the situation around him, trying to find a weak point to break it in one fell swoop, but he soon noticed that Boethius was cautious. The space nodes here were actually changing all the time. This discovery made Safir's expression change slightly.

This guy Boethius...is he a genius?

This type of variable node is the most suitable reinforcement method to deal with brute force cracking.

Well, the kind that targets Saphir’s brute force.

After realizing this, most people can only honestly start looking for the pattern of change, and then break it down bit by bit along the rhythm. By the time they really solve the mystery and get out of it, it is too late.

There is no way around it, as the brute force cracking method has been blocked.

Unfortunately, this trick doesn't work on Safir.

There is no other meaning. It is just that the gap in strength is too great, which directly leads to the fact that even the toughest people cannot withstand Safir's two moves.

The soul space encryption that Boethius was proud of was completely shattered by Saphir with a wave of his hand.

When Saphir stepped out of the soul space and appeared in the Golden Palace, Boethius was completely confused. Fortunately, he was fast enough and had made all preparations before Saphir appeared.

Looking at the centaur-shaped golem in front of him, although Saphir didn't show it on his face, there was still a little ripple in his heart.

"You're really pestering me..." Boethius was mentally prepared that Saphir would come out soon, but he was still annoyed when he saw him. "There's clearly no grudge between us, so why are you forcing me so hard?"

"I told you, because I'm not happy with you." Safir spread his hands and smiled innocently.

This made Boethius so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Wait a little longer... Everyone will find eternal happiness in my music... Just a little bit more..."

"Before we begin, I have one more question. Where are Cassiodoro and Ada?" Saphir hadn't seen them since he was in a hurry, and he was a little concerned. "You'd better think carefully before answering. This has a bearing on what you'll experience next."

"I didn't make things difficult for them, I just drove them away." Boethius said this, and Saphir nodded slightly.

This statement is credible. If they were really caught by him, then Boethius could try to threaten their lives in exchange for a chance of survival.

But he didn't do so. I guess it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't do it.

Cassiodoro protected Ada and evacuated, so Saphir could naturally let go.

Thinking of this, Saphir clenched his fists slightly, and the Netherworld Chains slowly emerged.

Boethius immediately noticed all this and raised the viola-like shield in his left hand, as if intending to use it as a defense. He held the sword in his right hand and was ready for battle, as if this sword was enough to penetrate all of Saphir's means.

Looking at his serious expression, Saphir raised the corners of his lips slightly. It had been a long time since he had seen such an ordinary yet confident person.

The chains were like a tide, continuously shooting towards the Centaur Golem. Boethius raised his shield and tried to fight against this force, but it was obvious that under the crushing power of Saphir, all of Boethius's struggles were in vain.

In a short while, the huge golem was pierced by the chains, leaving several hideous wounds. Boethius subconsciously wanted to use his strength to repair the wounds and continue fighting, but he felt a pain from the depths of his soul.

"What...is this..." The pain made him tremble uncontrollably, and he unconsciously felt like escaping and unwilling to face it.

Seeing him so confused, Saphir explained, "This is a curse called 'Grant of Death.' As the name suggests, it grants you the blessing of death.

Actually, I haven't fully activated this ability. What you're feeling now is the chain's inherent effect. So, you can still ask this question.

Otherwise, you're dead. You'd better not act rashly, or if the death penalty spreads, I don't know what impact it will have on Phobos."

After hearing this, Boethius really stopped moving. Even though he had clearly foreseen his failure, when faced with the threat of death, he still couldn't help but choose to compromise.

"Well, you're as well-behaved as a kitten." Saphir praised with a chuckle.

She began to think about how to control Phobos and use this power for her own benefit.

Suddenly, Ada's voice came from behind: "It's Lord Saphir! Great, it seems we've caught up."

Then came Cassiodoro's voice: "Didn't you just promise that she would be fine? Why are you so anxious now?"

"Believing and confirming are two different things. Alas, you won't understand this feeling." Ada was in no mood to argue with him. She ran to Saphir in two steps and checked her carefully, as if to confirm whether she was injured.

Being looked at by Ada like an old mother, even Saphir couldn't hold it anymore: "Okay, I'm fine."