The Legend of Fatality

| | |->-> Bai En looked up at the gorgeous golden spear. Sunlight shines on it through the open temple gate, making it sparkle in the morning sun. The rune covering the spearhead reminded him of the rune on the blade of the sword he had obtained from the ground. He was not too surprised. His sword was once the most precious possession of the Knights of the Molten Heart-a group of Marnus Templars. It seems natural that there is a sacred mark on this sword.

There were very few people present; there were only some old women sitting cross-legged and praying on the floor. Babies and their mothers get as much fresh air outside as possible. Bai En guessed it would be boring to close the door here.

This temple is just a simple shrine. Bare on the altar, there are only long tables for weddings and signing contracts. Marnus is not a popular **** here. Most lumberjacks seek protection from Taral, the **** of nature and wilderness, but Bane believes that the local people ’s worship of spears will gain some benefits. Few people are willing to offend the gods. The temple will also serve as a link to distant capitals. This is a symbol of the Marnus Empire, representing that it has laws and people who enforce the laws. The fanatical worship of the country is the bond that connects the different and distant nations of the Marnus Empire.

There are no horizontal bands and tapestries that are popular in wealthy areas on these walls of the temple. The altar itself was carved from a piece of wood instead of stone. He wanted to touch the spear to see if it was gilded or simply painted. However, the carving of the altar is not ordinary carving. He admired the spiral pattern surrounding the edge of the church and the head of the first emperor. He wanted to know who was responsible for these wood products. He also wanted to know if the horned beast would burn when it came.

Bai En bowed his head, wanted to make a gesture of prayer, and began to pray. He wanted to pray that the city would be saved, and that his and his friends' lives would escape. But he found that he didn't have a **** to pray for. He didn't know what gestures to make. Maybe he should pray to the magic body? Thinking of this, Bai En sighed.

Bai En stood for a while, then touched his spear first, then touched his forehead, prayed for good luck, and then got up to say goodbye. He stretched his waist and felt his joints rattle. He spent the night in the bunker of Fritz Messner and his family last night. The floor is slightly better than a pile of cold leaves. He had to admit that sometimes he would miss the mattressed bed on Fatalin Island; once, being a leader was not entirely a bad thing. For example, now, he may be hangover in his room, rather than waiting for an evil force to attack in a village that no one has heard of.

"Bai En ......" is that girl, her face pale and unsmiling. "Mr. Messner told me that I will find you here."

"He is right, Kate. What can I do for you?"

"I had a nightmare last night, Bai En. I dreamed that something came out of the forest and dragged me away. I dreamed that I was lost in the dark and something chased me ..."

Bai En expressed sympathy for this. Many times he has experienced similar nightmares.

"Hush, little one. They are not real. Dreams won't hurt you."

"I don't think so, Bai En. I had the same dream the night before the beast attacked my house."

Bai En suddenly felt a bit cold in his bones. In his mind, he could imagine that the evil forces are getting closer and closer, bringing the inevitable end.

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Justin sat high in the saddle and rode on her dark horse. There was a thick cloud over the head, and the huge, dark thunderstorm cloud seemed to echo her inner rage. This road is part of the Marnos Empire Avenue and is unobstructed. It took many years to build, in order to allow the emperor's messenger to pass quickly.

Ironically, she believes that such a road will accelerate the destruction of the Marnus Empire by the inevitable evil. Invaders from the wilderness can use them to quickly move west. She likens this process to the way diseases spread through their own blood. Yes, she believes that this empire is dying, and evil is to kill its devil.

The secret conspiracy group of cults is spreading in the city and is tempting to degenerate; hordes of horned beasts and mutants create terror in the forest; the warriors of the evil masters cross the border from the north and the wilderness far away; The power of destruction came from the south. She knew that these were not unrelated events, but symptoms of the same disease. First is the Marnus Empire, and then all kingdoms will become its victims. No-she cannot treat it as a disease, she said to herself. This is an expedition against the world.

She looked back at the small army that followed her. The first is the team of horned beasts; tall, deformed, and strong, each tribe has its own warrior. Behind them, her huge black secret weapon rumbled, a demon cannon with a long nose, which destroyed the gate of Klein Castle, making it possible for her to occupy other fortress towns. It was pulled by a group of captured slaves, driven by craftsmen equipped with black armor. At the end are the scavengers, who are a group of unorganized gangs of people who follow a group of lions like a jackal. It was a group of mutant, deformed and insane guys who were driven out of their villages and homes by their normal relatives. Driven by hatred, they are ready to retaliate against humanity.

She thought that all the elements of her own life were there. This path to death and destruction is just an extension of the path she took in her life. This thought made her sad. Today she feels more divided than ever. As if she were two souls living in the same body. One is dark and driven, living on slaughter and extinction; it takes pride in its own strength and shame in the weakness of others. It despised its weaknesses. She knows this-this is the side of her Kazakitar, just like the gardener of **** carefully nurtured their flower of hell. It has the seeds of demons and eternal life. This is a purely hateful person, motivated, determined, and powerful.

Another soul is weak, she hates it. She hates the endless violence in her life and just wants to stop it. It was her side who felt the pain, eager to succumb to the pain, and not let the pain come to others. It has been submerged in water for a long time, and it is almost unrecognizable by the events in her life. Before Chavez died, she did not even let herself know that it still existed. The idea was terrible, she was too vengeful and urgent. She signed a contract with the devil as early as seven years ago; in order to avenge her, she must hold it. Now that her goal was fulfilled, she again understood what was doubt.

Doubts focused on the child. She still remembers the scene at the time. She still remembers the feeling at the time: it was growing and kicking. That was what she endured during the long and painful days of wandering in the wild, when she fumbled around for roots and maggots, drinking streams and sleeping in a hole under the tree. After she fled in panic, this was her only companion in a savage day. As hunger, hardship, and fear slowly drive her crazy, the fear in her heart grows stronger.

She doubted that if she did not meet the women of the horned beast in the forest, she or it would survive; if they did not take her, protect her, feed her. In her memory, they were surprisingly shy and gentle compared to the Gossor and Unger tribes. Now everyone understands that they acted according to the instructions of their demonic benefactor, but her gratitude to them did not diminish. The day the child was born, they took the child away from her. From that day until now, she has not seen the child. She now knows that she has won the rights through years of trials and battles, knowing that all of this is part of her benefactor ’s plan, this is a demonic strategy, the purpose is to let her surpass her humanity and join the **** The ranks of people. She knew that this was the last bond between her and the fragile human being, and she despised it—but she also wanted to understand it.

She recalled how it all started. The horns dragged her to the huge black altar in the forest. They let her bow in front of the black stone with scary runes. They put her on the rock and cut her throat and wrist with his sharp obsidian blade, while his assistants chanted praises to the **** of killing.

She had already expected that she would die at that time, and she would be happy that this was her painful end. Instead, she discovered the darkest side of her new life. Her blood poured out, trapped in the depression on the surface of the altar. Somehow, she straightened herself up and stood up because of anger and resistance, and a strange and serene hatred blooming in her heart. It was then that she felt the person's existence. It was then that she saw that face.

In her own pool of blood, she saw the shape of the devil. Red lips popped out of the red liquid, using his mouth to say questions, answers and promises. It asked her if she wanted to take revenge on those who brought her here. It tells her that the world is as depraved and evil as she thought. It promises to give her strength and eternal life. It spoke its predictions. Somehow, in this ordeal, she has been standing there, swaying, full of pain. Later, she seemed to remember that her own blood, blackened and smoking, somehow returned from the altar and back into her veins. The wound closed murmured, and venom and power burned in her body.

In those days, she has been lying in a burning dream, but her body has changed, moved by the essence of the demon carried in her own defiled blood. The darkness twisted her and made her strong. She has fangs in her mouth. Her eyes changed so that she could see things in the dark. Her muscles are much stronger than ordinary people. She woke up in a trance, knowing that the one who took her to this hidden altar deep in the forest was not accidental, but a sudden destiny of a dark destiny and an evil demon will.

The beasts took a set of black armor from somewhere, covered with runes. Throughout the next morning, they repeated this ceremony. Her wrist was cut again, and the existence of the demon appeared again. This time, the armor was fixed on her body. Blood flows and coagulates between the steel plates, forming a network of muscles, veins, and meat pads, making the armor a second layer of metal skin. This process made her very weak. She had another dream, in which she saw what she had to do.

She left the horned beasts and ran around alone for many years. Her long journey led her constantly north, through Kaslov, through the troll kingdom, to a long and eternal war between the polar wilderness and dark followers. She fought for the favor of her **** of darkness, and in every battle, Kazakitar's predictions proved to be correct. She defeated Schumacher-Iron Fist, Kauhan's Tauren Gladiator. She sacrificed Melissa, the priestess of the lord of fraud, Sasolion, at her own altar ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ she took Zakaria, the extremely fat warrior of Srevis , Torn limbs exuding fragrance. She has participated in battles and siege. She followed her humanoid prey in an abandoned mine pit beneath the lost dwarf castle. There she recruited servants who liked to roar.

Every conflict brought her new talent and strength. She obtained the "shadow" of her warhorse, and challenged its master, Schreiber, to fight him alone, and tore off his heart as a gift to the evil master. After a battle at the mouth of Hell, she removed her Hell's Sword from the **** corpse of Kendall-Jenna, the leader of the people of the North. She defeated the mutated beasts and monsters, and continued to grow in skills and strength until her benefactor told her that it was time to return to revenge. During this time, when she felt the excitement of triumph, the joy of victory and the pure pleasure of fighting singing in her dirty blood, she sometimes wondered, what happened to this child later, are the horns Got him.

She knew that now it didn't matter to her. There is no connection between them. This is just another piece of discarded meat, living and dying desperately in the ruins of this terrible world. This is the last piece to be sacrificed in the game, which will make her eternal life. This is everything.

So she told herself. But she knew that Kazakitar did not go back to do anything meaningless, and that child was forgiven for a reason. Perhaps this is the final test. Perhaps the demon wants to reveal some ultimate flaw in her heart for her perverted reason. If so, it is destined to be disappointed. She will eventually prove that she is harder than stone. Let the God of Darkness take away anyone who wants to stop her.