The lake exudes a faint black light. Through this fuzzy black light, you can vaguely see that the lake is surrounded by unfathomable cliffs. There are huge statues on the high cliffs, all of which have six, eight or ten wings on their backs.
Even the statues of twelve-winged angels. These statues were supposed to be as white as snow and emit bright holy light. However, under the erosion of dark energy for many years, the statues that Siren saw at this time had turned into gray and stone.
There is no difference. The white light emitted from the statues is even more faint, like fireflies in the sun. If Siren's perception had not been strong, he would never have discovered that these statues were emitting light.
On the left side of Siren, on the rock wall flush with the lake, someone had carved out a staircase several hundred meters wide, with each stone step being more than one meter high.
There are countless angel statues standing on both sides of the stairs. Like the statues on the stone wall, these statues were originally supposed to be emitting white holy light, but now they are as black as ink, and they are already emitting a dark evil light.
, it will no longer regain its former glory.
"Just die! Besides, you may not die!" Siren gritted his teeth. He staggered up from the 'lake' and swayed through the sticky lake water to the stone steps.
.At this time, the energy in his body has been swallowed up by the dark aura. He only retains his original physical functions and can only rely on his two legs for all actions.
Looking up at the stone steps, the thousands of dense stone steps were so abominable in Siren's eyes at this time. Each stone step was more than one meter high, and the height of these thousands of stone steps was nearly 10,000 meters.
Siren felt like he wanted to cry without tears when he thought about climbing up such a high stone staircase in his current state.
"Climb, crawl! Hey, there's no other place to go." Siren comforted himself happily. He looked at the ancient bronze sword in his hand. This sword was very important to him at this time.
It was also a big burden. He had no choice but to put the sword on the steps and slowly climbed up the stone steps.
Sweating like rain, Siren felt like every cell in his body was wailing as he crawled. Severe pain hit him from every part of his body. Waves of dizziness made him want to sleep to death.
Gritting his teeth, Siren cursed arrogantly in a low voice: "Nightwalker, RDX, as long as you give me a chance to stand up, I will definitely kill them all... No, I will keep the women in your clan, the Roman slaves on the earth.
It is very popular among the aristocratic circles of the Federation!"
With his body in contact with the stone steps, Siren comforted himself in pain: "Look, look, the sacred runes carved on these stone steps! Hey, they are all rare metals. It's a pity that they have been corroded by this black air for so many years.
, these runes are all broken."
Silver is often used to make various holy instruments of holy light. Here, pure silver is used to carve countless runes and inlay them on the stone. All the runes are powerful, such as 'sealing, purifying, and expelling evil'.
The Divine Inscriptions, and even more Divine Inscriptions, Siren does not recognize, but looking at the complex lines of these Divine Inscriptions, one can imagine that their power will only become more powerful.
His fingers dug into a piece of divine text that represented 'Dissolution of Original Sin'. The Siren monster smiled and shook his head. The silver had been corroded by the dark evil force and changed its nature. At this time, it became like rotten wood, with a claw
When I grabbed it, my palms were filled with black dust, and my nose also smelled a faint unpleasant smell.
"What is such a big deal used for?" Siren said to himself as he climbed.
The dark power has begun to corrode Siren's body. Siren just relied on his instinct to take out the life-saving elixir from the storage bag wrapped around his waist and stuffed it into his mouth, letting the power of the elixir collide with the dark power and melt.
He barely managed to keep his mind awake and his body able to move.
At the beginning, Siren had to swallow a handful of pills when he climbed up a dozen steps. Later, he had to swallow a handful of pills every time he climbed two steps.
The dark power is getting stronger and stronger, and more and more dark power is constantly eroding Siren's body. Gradually, Siren's snow-white skin turns to black, and his light silver hair also turns to black.
His eyes turned into pitch-black crystal shapes, and only a hint of flesh color could be seen between his eyebrows and his heart.
A handful of pills, a handful of pills, a handful of pills. With the support of the pills, Siren climbed up hard.
When he was about to climb to the top of the stone steps, Siren had already devoured all the elixirs in his storage bag. At this time, even this light storage bag was an unbearable burden for Siren, and he took it off with difficulty.
Storage bag, he threw it back carelessly. The storage bag flew up lightly and almost landed next to the ancient bronze sword at the bottom of the stone steps.
"Hold on, we're almost there... Even if I have to die, I still want to see what's going on here!"
Siren let out a weird laugh, and he felt that his mind was about to pass out. He simply knocked on the stone steps, causing his head to break and bleed, and the black blood dripped from it.
His chin dripped. The severe pain made Siren wake up a little. He let out a ferocious laugh, and suddenly jumped up with all his strength. He finally jumped up the last few steps before his breath expired. There was a burst of "Gululu".
With a loud sound, Siren followed the momentum and pounced forward, rolling his body and sliding into a huge hall.
This palace is circular in shape, with a diameter of more than three thousand meters, and above it is a large circular dome that is one thousand meters high.
Snow-white domes, snow-white walls, and snow-white floors. I don’t know what materials this palace is made of. In short, the ubiquitous dark energy that has eroded this underground cave cannot cause any damage to the palace itself.
The clear sunlight shines down from a red sun carved on the dome. Near the red sun, there are dozens of unusually handsome angels with twelve golden wings on their backs. They emit a faint white light all over their bodies, suppressing it tightly.
There was a dark aura in the hall that was moving and twisting like a divine dragon, forcing this dark aura not to stay in the hall, but to spray out along the door of the hall.
On the walls of the hall, there are more than a thousand tall seraph statues in a circle. These statues are all carved from white spar. They hold huge long swords with cross-shaped hilts, and hold their hands close to their chests.
The tip points straight to the sky. On the cross-shaped hilt of each huge long sword, a fallen angel with black wings on his back, black hair and eyes is tightly locked with chains that continuously emit white light.
These fallen angels, who are over eight meters tall and have at least eight black wings on their backs, have their eyes closed tightly with peaceful expressions, as if they have fallen into a long sleep. A huge hole has opened near their heart, as if something is coming from
It flew out of their bodies.
Siren shook his head vigorously, raised his hands and began to count how many angel statues there were, and how many fallen angels were chained here.
A hoarse and deep voice sounded from the center of the hall: "No need to count, there are a total of one thousand nine hundred and seventy-three dark angels!"
This voice came from the middle of the hall, but it sounded directly in Siren's mind. He had never heard this language before, but he directly understood what he meant.
The black demonic energy that was dozens of meters thick in the middle of the hall and was twisting and turning like a crazy dragon gradually dissipated, and a black throne with a height of more than thirty meters gradually appeared. The throne was made of black translucent crystals, with carvings on it.
It depicts scenes of countless angels fighting each other. A black-winged angel nearly a hundred meters tall with twelve broken wings behind him sat on the throne. Dozens of huge white lightsabers penetrated his body from all directions, imprisoning him.
Nailed firmly to the throne.
The shoulders, waist, spine, knees, and seven white chains penetrated the body of the black-winged angel. The other end of the chains sank into the ground of the hall, and it was unknown where it ended.
These chains and the white lightsaber are the same as the palace itself. Although they have withstood the erosion of the dark atmosphere for countless years, they are still smooth and white, and they still emit strong holy light.
The sound of "chichi" kept coming from the body of the black-winged angel, the lightsaber and chains penetrated his body, and faint black smoke kept coming out from near the wound. This was the source of the violent demonic energy in the hall.
Huaneng could imagine the severe pain of his body being penetrated like this, but there was no sign of pain on this angel's face.
"A weak...human being!" The black-winged angel stared at Siren and suddenly laughed: "Why is such a weak person here?"
Siren stood up with difficulty and used the last bit of strength to stand up straight. He looked at the black-winged angel and said in a low voice: "Because this planet is ours now!"
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the black-winged angel smiled and said: "Oh? Is this planet occupied by you? So, in the war between our clan and the ascetics, the ascetics won in the end?"
The war between the angel clan and the ascetics? Siren had no idea what the black-winged angel was talking about. He stared blankly at the black-winged angel and shook his head with difficulty.
"Huh? You don't know about the war between our clan and the monks?" The black-winged angel looked at Siren in surprise: "When I was sealed by those stupid elders, they seemed to be retreating! Hahaha, after so many years, they should
Can't you handle it anymore? Because even the guards guarding this place have been transferred, they should be in a bad situation."
Shaking his head, the black-winged angel frowned and said: "But you don't know about that war at all? Human beings, tell me, where do you come from, and what is the situation outside?"
Siren opened his mouth and was about to speak when the dark energy in his body had invaded his brain. His vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground.
The black-winged angel was startled. He glared at Siren fiercely, and suddenly a dark aura spurted out from his eyes and rushed straight into Siren's body.
'Ah~~~', Siren felt a hot and violent current rush into his body, as hot as molten iron, causing severe pain all over his body. In the blink of an eye, this violent current turned into a bone-chilling cold.
The cold current made him shiver all over, as if every cell in his body was frozen to pieces. Just when Siren thought he was about to be tortured to death by this strange energy, this energy had turned into a
Warm, soft, as quiet as a mother's embrace, the quiet heat slowly flowed throughout his body.
Relaxed, comfortable, and powerful as never before.
Siren clenched his fists tightly, and when his fingers contracted sharply, he created a small explosion of air. His body functions were enhanced to an incredible level, and this feeling was completely indescribable. The power, the abundant sense of power, was enough to destroy the world.
A sense of power, a sense of control that is enough to control the world and destroy everything wantonly.
Siren took a deep breath and looked at the black-winged angel in surprise. This was just a stream of air he shot at will, but it was so powerful. So how strong is this guy in front of him?
The black-winged angel smiled gently at Siren and said lightly: "Tell me everything. How did you get here and what is going on outside."
Shaking his head bitterly, the black-winged angel sighed: "I have been sealed here for too long."
Siren calmed down, looked at the face of the black-winged angel, sorted out his thoughts and said: "I come from the Earth Federation, and this planet is now the battlefield where we are fighting."
Siren was eloquent and eloquently recounted the war between the Earth Federation and the Roman Kingdom. The causes and consequences were clearly explained. Among them were Gu Xiechen's discovery of the Paradise Star, Andre's lucky discovery of the Thirteen Stars, two
The black-winged angel was told everything about the fight between the two countries here.
The black-winged angel stared blankly at the dome of the palace for a while, and after a long time he muttered in a low voice: "So, are they all dead? All dead? All genocide? It's so fucking perfect!"
Baring his teeth and showing an expression that he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying, the black-winged angel looked at Siren and said: "My name is... my name is... my name is..."
After raising his head and thinking for a while, the black-winged angel slowly said: "My name is Menemo, Lord of the Angel of Darkness. As for my last name... I'm sorry, I forgot it too."
The corners of his mouth drooped downwards, Menemo coughed a few times, and whispered: "Whether you want to hear it or not, I will tell you a story."
The story happened a long time ago. In this peaceful galaxy of thirteen stars, on the thirteenth planet, a fourteenth generation double-winged angel of light was born. His parents named him Menemo.
In the language of the angel tribe, this means 'happiness and perfect love'.
There is no doubt that Menemo is a genius. Although he is a weak fourteenth generation angel, and although he has not been inherited by senior angels, he relied on his own understanding to suddenly be promoted to a powerful six-winged one in just a few hundred years.
Archangel. This miracle shocked all the senior angels, and he was immediately elected into the "Bright Temple" of the angel family and became a member of the Glory Angel of Light.
"Happiness and perfect love", Menemo's parents' best wishes for him soon came true. He met a beautiful girl who was also a seraph, and the two fell in love.
But Menemo didn't know that this seraph was born with six wings - she was the youngest descendant of a pair of second-generation temple elders among the angel tribe!
A humble fourteenth-generation little angel fell in love with a noble third-generation seraph! It caused an uproar among the angel tribe who had extremely strict classes and hierarchies. Those first-generation angels and second-generation angels who had been hidden for a long time appeared one after another, and they were angry.
Accused of this "original sin" of being disrespectful, lawless, violating tradition, and betraying the ancestral rules of the angel family. More three generations of male angels who were in love with the angel girl even used the strength of their own families to launch an attack on Menemo
Crazy suppression and exclusion.
Very easily, Menemo was forced to separate from his lover.
The process... Menemo didn't seem to want to say more. In short, his lover married a well-matched third-generation angel, and he was sent to join the exploration team to provide support for the newly born fourteenth, fifteenth and even generations.
Angels of lower status are looking for a new place to live.
After searching endlessly in space and experiencing countless risks, when his teammates lost their lives in the dangerous space, Menemo finally found a perfect planet - the Paradise Star, which is what the ascetics call it.
'Wandering Immortal Star'. Fortunately, the first monk Menemo met was a kind Buddhist monk.
That Buddhist cultivator was about to reach nirvana, and before he turned into a rainbow and left, he passed on his mantle to Menemo.
An angel began to practice Buddhism. What was even more incredible was that Meniemo realized the way of reincarnation from the Buddhist scriptures. He broke through the power of holy light that the angel tribe was born with, and also realized the way of reincarnation.
The power of darkness is opposite to the light. Compared with the power of light, the power of darkness is more lethal and the speed of cultivation is faster. Moreover, the combination of light and dark power can promote Menemo's cultivation.
In just over a hundred years, he was promoted to the realm of a ten-winged angel.
Later, war broke out between the angel tribe and the ascetics. As a member of the angel tribe, Menemo joined the war without hesitation. Relying on his tyrannical power and strange energy attributes, Menemo established a huge
With great achievements, he quickly rose to prominence among the angel clan and had a huge subordinate army.
Facing the overwhelming offensive of the monks, Menemo generously taught his secret cultivation techniques to his subordinates. As a result, he had a group of loyal brothers who could die for him! A group of brothers on the battlefield
They can block the knife for him, they can use everything they have to defend him, support him, and protect his brothers in life and death!
He gave everything for these brothers, and these brothers did everything for him.
Menemo and his followers became stronger and stronger, and their achievements became greater and greater. Finally one day, Menemo became one of the most important giants in the angel clan. At this time, he was almost terrifyingly powerful.
The monks have already arrived at the Thirteenth Star, and they are about to invade the Thirteenth Star.
At this critical moment, strange changes occurred. The wings of Menemo and his brothers turned black, their hair turned black, and their eyes turned black. Even the holy light they emitted became black.
, also transformed into the color of the night.
The angel tribe who were born from the stars hate all darkness, and they cannot stand the appearance of such aliens among their own tribe!
Under the secret planning of all generations of angels, a bloody purge broke out.