In the tallest tower in Comoros, a cold and doubtful figure is wandering among the mirror fragments. This is an extremely huge hall, but there are few decorations, only tall columns and no light sources.
Floating in mid-air like crystal
The glimmer of light projected by the mirror. If you look carefully, each mirror fragment shows the scene of a certain corner of Comoros. However, some fragments are already dark, as if blocked by some kind of force, but most of them are still there.
Can release their cold light like will-o'-the-wisps.
Suddenly, the figure stopped in front of one of the fragments. The fragment showed a picture of destruction. It was the slum at the bottom of the Dark City. Once upon a time, countless decaying shacks were sandwiched between the spiers and their foundation plates. This
This area once housed as many inhabitants as a small country, but has now sunk.
Today, only a few islands of shacks and crumbling ruins are left poking out of the suffocating black sea, and bloated corpses can be seen bobbing sickeningly in the waves, forming formations on the surface of the sludge.
A thick layer of floating crust.
Occasionally, some human-like and non-human forms can be glimpsed in the black ocean, like predators in the deep sea, but their bodies emit an ominous light.
"...Kandulak has always been puzzling. He seems to show ambition, but his ambition seems to be as unreal as his shadow. What does he want to do? Devour the entire Comoros? I don't think so.
It's very possible, but if you continue to let him do this, it's hard to say what will happen, but this interesting game can continue to be observed..."
After muttering to himself in a smiling voice, he turned around and took two more steps, finally stopping in front of another crystal shard.
Through this lens, you can see a fierce battle. A huge and shining arch is endlessly vomiting colorful filth. Amorphous monsters are bred from the fluid and soon possess power.
Claws, fangs, limbs, eyes, tongues, etc., are like a disorderly mockery of natural life, but they
Soon they would be torn apart by the surging poison crystals and black beams. The cabal warriors fired at the door from a distance in an attempt to suppress the things in the subspace. However, even though their firepower was so fierce, they still could not keep out all the demons.
There are cabal warriors who are dragged down by demonic claws or fangs coming from unexpected angles.
While the demons were focusing on attacking the cabal warriors, a group of warriors wearing heavy armor and holding broad blades and double knives suddenly came out. They swept towards the arch like a sharp hurricane of blades. The leader was a man as black as ink, but shining brightly.
Like a star, its blade is as light as a feather, but it is as cruel as art. No demon can stop his pace.
Finally, they rushed to the archway that was spewing demons, and the nightmares temporarily sealed it with the help of professional equipment.
Although only temporarily, they did stem the flow.
The viewers nodded with satisfaction and began to talk to themselves again.
"This is the last slap... How much trouble has that damn voodoo bitch Ephrene caused for me? Those stupid idiots who believe in a so-called god don't even understand who is cleaning up the mess? It's me!
When everyone is thinking about how to grab benefits and fight for power, who is protecting the city? Or me! But they believe in a witch who destroyed the city.
Technology bitch, what is this if not stupidity? Fortunately, Drazal is at least a... sensible person. He understands who is doing the right thing after all, but I know very well where he stands and he doesn't care.
Who is at the top, well, or he always thinks he is at the top. I appreciate this kind of confidence. Dealing with such people is better than dealing with idiots. It's just his position."
For some reason, he didn't continue, he just hummed twice and turned to the next piece of debris.
The picture shows a besieged stronghold, consisting of some spiers and fortifications, surrounded by a spiked parapet. But now flames and poisonous smoke are coiled around the parapet. You can see that it is full of gaps and there are still spikes hanging on it.
corpses, and many of the spires it protected have collapsed
The top of the tower fell to the ground and broke into pieces, scorching and glowing in the high temperature. At high altitudes, flocks of hell gliders and natural disasters like birds kept passing by, like wild beasts besieging the rotting corpse. In response, the lower part also sprayed dense poison with poison.
Crystal firepower shoots down enemies who go the wrong way.
"...The idiots who believe in that witchcraft bitch deserve to die, they are like a plague, they will keep spreading their weird death cult to others, they should be vulnerable, but..."
Suddenly, his voice became hoarse, as if he was grinding something that didn't exist with his teeth.
Resentment and hatred are almost tangible.
He walked to the next crystal, where there was also a battle scene, but in a ruins, two groups of conspiracy warriors were fighting, but it was obvious that one had an advantage and the other had a disadvantage.
But suddenly, several people shot out from the side, led by a dwarf, holding a battle ax high, and chopped down a Dracula in one blow.
Then came a huge fish-like creature, which fired wildly with the weapons in its hands, creating a storm of destruction on the battlefield, and then a violent hairy giant wearing heavy armor rushed towards him, waving the meteor hammer in his hand to strike hard.
The hammer smashed a poison crystal cannon that was being set up.
After they appeared, more warriors carrying the symbols of the Death Order came out and the situation reversed in an instant, and the attackers could only flee in confusion.
Before the battle was over, an "elegant" figure suddenly walked out from the corner. Of course, if he hadn't scratched his crotch when he appeared, he should still be relatively elegant. At the same time, he was gently fanning a handful of feathers in his hand, which was already a bit messy.
fan.
The person outside the mirror stared at this figure.
"...It can never be him, it can never be...he is dead, he has been dead a long time ago, he must be...dead."
"Oh? Are you so sure?"
Suddenly, a joking voice came from the darkness, and the man whose face was illuminated by the dim light and looked gloomy and irritable raised his head.
Asduba Victor, the supreme overlord, the great tyrant, the ruler of rulers, the father of all things, and other titles all belong to him. This is his private territory that he will never allow outsiders to trespass. There is only one person, and he is the only one who is absolutely
People who cannot be offended can appear here if invited.
He turned his head and looked at the thing that made the sound. It was covered in black robes and only showed a face, a face with no facial features and as white as plaster.
A meat puppet is also one of the many clones of that person. Because he is very lazy, there are few situations that allow him to step out of his cave. Even if he goes to collect materials in person, he still sends those meat puppets, and each of those meat puppets
All of them are no less powerful than a master of blood actors.
This is the terror of Urian Racat, and the true terror of Comoros.