Rites
Deep within the heart of the hive, you glimpse the gleaming box. The insects, driven by their instincts, have stored the honey known as "power" at the core of their hive... and you have sensed its alluring aroma.
ID: 5010078
Type: End
Tips: None
Duration: 0 days
Waits For: 0 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: -1
Starts Automatically: Yes
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Combat, Physique
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.The insects are starting to tear each other apart.
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The pool of dice determined by your insects' Physique and Combat is affected by the opponent's attributes.
Low Target: 1
Low Target Tips: You need at least 1 Success to win.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
Soldier ants guarding the hive
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your cherished insects
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your ant swarm
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Soldier ants guarding the hive
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your cherished insects
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your ant swarm
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Soldier ants guarding the hive
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your cherished insects
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your ant swarm
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Your mightiest toy
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Consumable
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
As your followers surge towards the Sultan's palace, staining its gates with their blood... you too, feel compelled to reach out and experience the very heart of power.
It strikes you that the box itself bears a resemblance to you, or to any deity—mankind molds your likenesses to define earthly dominion, maintaining this elaborate structure to confer power through loyalty and ethics... And so, along this journey, your might clashes with the empire's authority in a supernatural realm.
When your troops seize the Sultan's palace tower and tear down his banners, your influence ripple across the entire empire—almost half of the command flags in fortresses lie shattered, and numerous portraits of the Sultan fall from their places in households... Amidst mortal dread, your visage and willpower begin to dominate the empire, filling you with a profound sense of elation.
Conditions:
Result:
As your followers surge towards the Sultan's palace, staining its gates with their blood... you too, feel compelled to reach out and experience the very heart of power.
It strikes you that the box itself bears a resemblance to you, or to any deity—mankind molds your likenesses to define earthly dominion, maintaining this elaborate structure to confer power through loyalty and ethics... And so, along this journey, your might clashes with the empire's authority in a supernatural realm.
When your troops seize the Sultan's palace tower and tear down his banners, your influence ripple across the entire empire—almost half of the command flags in fortresses lie shattered, and numerous portraits of the Sultan fall from their places in households... Amidst mortal dread, your visage and willpower begin to dominate the empire, filling you with a profound sense of elation.
Conditions:
Result:
As your followers surge towards the Sultan's palace, staining its gates with their blood... you too, feel compelled to reach out and experience the very heart of power.
It strikes you that the box itself bears a resemblance to you, or to any deity—mankind molds your likenesses to define earthly dominion, maintaining this elaborate structure to confer power through loyalty and ethics... And so, along this journey, your might clashes with the empire's authority in a supernatural realm.
Your faithful insects form a path of corpses leading to the palace tower. Through this offering of flesh and blood, you exert your influence, breaking the banner of the faithless with a snap of your fingers... Your influence ripple across the entire empire—almost half of the command flags in fortresses lie shattered, and numerous portraits of the Sultan fall from their places in households... Amidst mortal dread, your visage and willpower begin to dominate the empire, filling you with a profound sense of elation.
Conditions:
Result:
As your followers surge towards the Sultan's palace, staining its gates with their blood... you too, feel compelled to reach out and experience the very heart of power.
It strikes you that the box itself bears a resemblance to you, or to any deity—mankind molds your likenesses to define earthly dominion, maintaining this elaborate structure to confer power through loyalty and ethics... And so, along this journey, your might clashes with the empire's authority in a supernatural realm.
As your troops crumble beneath the palace towers, the empire feels your wrath... The palace trembles, bloody handprints materialize on the Sultan's portraits, and imperial banners in distant fortresses are mysteriously tainted by dark blood.
Conditions:
Result:
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.
Conditions:
Since ascending to divinity, you have been adapting to your newfound senses—incredibly precise and expansive, capable of delving into the life stories of each follower at their dying breath, yet unable to discern their visages. You guide your devotees to deliver flawless strikes in an instant but struggle to command them as a whole... Craving more control, you project your knowledge through your faithful insects—the materials of palaces, their dimensions, the designs of weapons, the lineages of enemy troops... All quantifiable knowledge unfurls before you.
As your insects touch the empire's archives, you grasp everything—ledgers, manuscripts, edicts—in an instant. Using this data as a conduit, you extend your essence throughout the entire empire—what a corrupt, stupid system! Now, if you desire, you can completely...
In the final moment, you break free from this system, discarding a great portion of your divine power without hesitation. It is only then that you realize deities themselves are clusters of information and ideas, and by embracing other knowledge, you redefine yourself.
Conditions:
Result:
Since ascending to divinity, you have been adapting to your newfound senses—incredibly precise and expansive, capable of delving into the life stories of each follower at their dying breath, yet unable to discern their visages. You guide your devotees to deliver flawless strikes in an instant but struggle to command them as a whole... Craving more control, you project your knowledge through your faithful insects—the materials of palaces, their dimensions, the designs of weapons, the lineages of enemy troops... All quantifiable knowledge unfurls before you.
As your insects touch the empire's archives, you grasp everything—ledgers, manuscripts, edicts—in an instant. Using this data as a conduit, you extend your essence throughout the entire empire—what a corrupt, stupid system! Now, if you desire, you can completely...
In the final moment, you break free from this system, discarding a great portion of your divine power without hesitation. It is only then that you realize deities themselves are clusters of information and ideas, and by embracing other knowledge, you redefine yourself.
Conditions:
Result:
Since ascending to divinity, you have been adapting to your newfound senses—incredibly precise and expansive, capable of delving into the life stories of each follower at their dying breath, yet unable to discern their visages. You guide your devotees to deliver flawless strikes in an instant but struggle to command them as a whole... Craving more control, you project your knowledge through your faithful insects—the materials of palaces, their dimensions, the designs of weapons, the lineages of enemy troops... All quantifiable knowledge unfurls before you.
As the blood of your insects stains the empire's archives red, you grasp everything—ledgers, manuscripts, edicts—in an instant. Using this data as a conduit, you extend your essence throughout the entire empire—what a corrupt, stupid system! Now, if you desire, you can completely...
In the final moment, you break free from this system, discarding a great portion of your divine power without hesitation. It is only then that you realize deities themselves are clusters of information and ideas, and by embracing other knowledge, you redefine yourself.
Conditions:
Result:
Since ascending to divinity, you have been adapting to your newfound senses—incredibly precise and expansive, capable of delving into the life stories of each follower at their dying breath, yet unable to discern their visages. You guide your devotees to deliver flawless strikes in an instant but struggle to command them as a whole... Craving more control, you project your knowledge through your faithful insects—the materials of palaces, their dimensions, the designs of weapons, the lineages of enemy troops... All quantifiable knowledge unfurls before you.
As the blood of your insects stains the empire's archives red, you grasp everything—ledgers, manuscripts, edicts—in an instant. Using this data as a conduit, you extend your essence throughout the entire empire—what a corrupt, stupid system! Now, if you desire, you can completely...
In the final moment, you break free from this system, discarding a great portion of your divine power without hesitation. It is only then that you realize deities themselves are clusters of information and ideas, and by embracing other knowledge, you redefine yourself.
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Result:
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.
Conditions:
Closer and closer, you feel the core of power hidden within the box drawing you in! Like a living entity, the empire's heart beats here... To claim this victory, you must personally venture deep into the mortal realm.
First, you need blood and living sacrifices, offered by [s8.name]'s army invoking your name as they vanquish their foes...
Next, you need a sacred altar—the very imperial palace itself, housing the box that has witnessed the ebb and flow of numerous dynasties...
Lastly, and most crucially, you need an officiant—only a priest of noble blood, whose spirit and flesh are near perfection, can guide the descent of a god. Now, the empire's greatest man stands at the center of the altar, calling out your name, [player.name]. Whatever form you have taken, he beckons you forth to face him personally!
Conditions:
Result:
Closer and closer, you feel the core of power hidden within the box drawing you in! Like a living entity, the empire's heart beats here... To claim this victory, you must personally venture deep into the mortal realm.
First, you need blood and living sacrifices, offered by [s8.name]'s army invoking your name as they either vanquish their foes or meet their end by the blade...
Next, you need a sacred altar—the very imperial palace itself, housing the box that has witnessed the ebb and flow of numerous dynasties...
Lastly, and most crucially, you need an officiant—only a priest of noble blood, whose spirit and flesh are near perfection, can guide the descent of a god. Now, the empire's greatest man stands at the center of the altar, calling out your name, [player.name]. Whatever form you have taken, he beckons you forth to face him personally!
Conditions:
Result:
Closer and closer, you feel the core of power hidden within the box drawing you in! Like a living entity, the empire's heart beats here... To claim this victory, you must personally venture deep into the mortal realm.
First, you need blood and living sacrifices, offered by [s8.name]'s army invoking your name as they either vanquish their foes or meet their end by the blade...
Next, you need a sacred altar—the very imperial palace itself, housing the box that has witnessed the ebb and flow of numerous dynasties...
Lastly, and most crucially, you need an officiant—only a priest of noble blood, whose spirit and flesh are near perfection, can guide the descent of a god. Now, the empire's greatest man stands at the center of the altar, calling out your name, [player.name]. Whatever form you have taken, he beckons you forth to face him personally!
Conditions:
Result:
Closer and closer, you feel the core of power hidden within the box drawing you in! Like a living entity, the empire's heart beats here... To claim this victory, you must personally venture deep into the mortal realm.
First, you need blood and living sacrifices, offered by [s8.name]'s army when they meet their inevitable end, their blood saturating the palace...
Next, you need a sacred altar—the very imperial palace itself, housing the box that has witnessed the ebb and flow of numerous dynasties...
Lastly, and most crucially, you need an officiant—only a priest of noble blood, whose spirit and flesh are near perfection, can guide the descent of a god. Now, the empire's greatest man stands at the center of the altar, calling out your name, [player.name]. Whatever form you have taken, he beckons you forth to face him personally!
Conditions:
Result:
Have your insects dwindled? Or have you spared them out of a lingering sense of humanity? Nevertheless, you will settle everything with your divine might.
Conditions:
In the midst of flames licking the sky and smoke billowing around, your soldiers, their lives hanging by a thread, witness the sight of your descent through eyes clouded with blood.
Colossal arms descend from above, reaching for towers, brushing against pillars, and sifting through corpses...
Some steal glances at these colossal limbs, while others wisely avert their eyes—those who stare too long are at the mercy of these hands, to be either toyed with or crushed beneath their immense power...
The massive hands grope, leaving trails of blood in their wake and even causing the palace itself to tremble! Amidst this river of crimson, a divine presence makes His way towards the Lapis Lazuli Palace, His form transcending mortal understanding, visible only through the reflection of blood. Whether believer or opponent, living or dead, as His silent footsteps echo, one singular thought fills their minds: "Holy! Holy [player.name], the Sacred!"
Conditions:
Action:
Your army are crushed. As the last of your followers falls, a dreadful silence descends upon the halls and corridors of the palace—no cheers for victory, no lament for the fallen. All insects stand frozen, held captive by a suffocating sense of foreboding...
Eventually, emerging from the depths of the Lapis Lazuli Hall, the mortal king, a valiant warrior, extends a challenging invitation to you. "What now, [player.name]? Come to me! Show me what you've become!"
With the words from the supreme ruler of the mortal world, reality strains against its confines, emitting shrieks as it fractures like crystal or ice...
Colossal arms descend from above, reaching for towers, brushing against pillars, and sifting through corpses...
Some steal glances at these colossal limbs, while others wisely avert their eyes—those who stare too long are at the mercy of these hands, to be either toyed with or crushed beneath their immense power...
The massive hands grope, leaving trails of blood in their wake and even causing the palace itself to tremble! Amidst this river of crimson, a divine presence makes His way towards the Lapis Lazuli Palace, His form transcending mortal understanding, visible only through the reflection of blood. Whether believer or opponent, living or dead, as His silent footsteps echo, one singular thought fills their minds: "Holy! Holy [player.name], the Sacred!"
Conditions:
Action:
Your army are crushed. As the last of your followers falls, a dreadful silence descends upon the halls and corridors of the palace—no cheers for victory, no lament for the fallen. All insects stand frozen, held captive by a suffocating sense of foreboding...
Eventually, emerging from the depths of the Lapis Lazuli Hall, the mortal king, a valiant warrior, extends a challenging invitation to you. "What now, [player.name]? Come to me! Show me what you've become!"
With the words from the supreme ruler of the mortal world, reality strains against its confines, emitting shrieks as it fractures like crystal or ice...
Colossal arms descend from above, reaching for towers, brushing against pillars, and sifting through corpses...
Some steal glances at these colossal limbs, while others wisely avert their eyes—those who stare too long are at the mercy of these hands, to be either toyed with or crushed beneath their immense power...
The massive hands grope, leaving trails of blood in their wake and even causing the palace itself to tremble! Amidst this river of crimson, a divine presence makes His way towards the Lapis Lazuli Palace, His form transcending mortal understanding, visible only through the reflection of blood. Whether believer or opponent, living or dead, as His silent footsteps echo, one singular thought fills their minds: "Holy! Holy [player.name], the Sacred!"
Conditions:
Action:
Your army are crushed. As the last of your followers falls, a dreadful silence descends upon the halls and corridors of the palace—no cheers for victory, no lament for the fallen. All insects stand frozen, held captive by a suffocating sense of foreboding...
Eventually, emerging from the depths of the Lapis Lazuli Hall, the mortal king, a valiant warrior, extends a challenging invitation to you. "What now, [player.name]? Come to me! Show me what you've become!"
With the words from the supreme ruler of the mortal world, reality strains against its confines, emitting shrieks as it fractures like crystal or ice...
Colossal arms descend from above, reaching for towers, brushing against pillars, and sifting through corpses...
Some steal glances at these colossal limbs, while others wisely avert their eyes—those who stare too long are at the mercy of these hands, to be either toyed with or crushed beneath their immense power...
The massive hands grope, leaving trails of blood in their wake and even causing the palace itself to tremble! Amidst this river of crimson, a divine presence makes His way towards the Lapis Lazuli Palace, His form transcending mortal understanding, visible only through the reflection of blood. Whether believer or opponent, living or dead, as His silent footsteps echo, one singular thought fills their minds: "Holy! Holy [player.name], the Sacred!"
Conditions:
Action:
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塔-过渡弹框