In the dark world, Tenis quietly listened to her inner voice.
She could imagine the scenes of evil spirits lingering around her, but when she opened her eyes she could only see darkness...
It was so silent, pure darkness, nothing else.
Ordinary human beings will always feel some kind of flowing despair in such lonely darkness.
But Tenis would not, she looked so relaxed in the pure darkness...
There are no restraints or those hostile and hateful eyes, this is her world...
"Tenis, you will destroy everything..."
But at this moment, her friend's worried words came to her ears.
She was once her best friend, but Tenis personally buried her - that naive girl, which even Tenis was touched by, failed to become the angel she longed for in the end.
This is a terrible world: people are driven by desire to do evil, they are fearless, and they have no bottom line.
But on the other hand, it presents a falseness that makes Tenis vomit:
Under those splendid temples and among those hymns filled with gentleness, the world seemed to have become gentle.
But falsehood is false after all!
Tenis turned her head, and she seemed to see her friend's eyes filled with sorrow in the darkness.
And in an instant, the picture full of nostalgia disappeared.
A dangerous and crazy atmosphere began to fill the air:
"It's time for me to kill you, just like your mother with crazy blood..."
Tenis looked at the ferocious face emerging from the darkness, and there was no fear on her face.
That was her father, the one who brought her completely to purgatory...
Tenis's eyes were like heavy rollers, which crushed that ferocious face bit by bit!
And then, wailings filled with hatred came from the abyss:
"No! Ternis! You have nowhere to run!"
"Want to destroy the world? Ha, madman, come to hell!"
"We'll wait for you down there, Ternis!"
"My dear apprentice, the venom you poured into the potion bottle is a little thick. You can give yourself something better..."
"Come on! My dear, we will meet in hell!"
Tenis ignored the wails that constantly assaulted her soul, she just sat there quietly.
Even with those wailing sounds, some strange smile began to appear on her face.
Lonely?
No, there are too many things that can accompany you in the dark...
"Let everything come to its final judgment!"
Tenis pulled out a parchment book filled with some evil spells from the darkness. On it, some kind of spell given to destruction was flashing with dangerous and crazy fluorescence...
"The end of the world...the destroyer of planes...with that crazy doomsday...with that fallen soul..."
"Come... and then... destroy!!"
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I am a recorder, my name is Anthony Ray Duggan.
Many young guys don't like me very much.
I can generally understand their thinking: all things are always full of flaws, but they hope to get a perfect title that can fit and display all their advantages.
This is certainly a nice... sweet dream!
We have to know that some things are always beyond our control.
Just like the job I chose, in fact my dream is not to work.
However, thinking about other ways to extend life span is too cumbersome, so I have to continue working in this industry.
Maybe someone can take over my position, but I hope it will be later.
After all, an old thing trying to stay alive always has something to take care of.
As I said before, I actually don't like this position very much:
Those energetic young people always like to rush around in various planes, which makes me, an old man who dreams of being in a certain plane until destruction, a little tired.
And this time, I was sent to define a new young legend - a legendary monk?
In the endless void, the elk pulled Anthony Rui Duggan's car forward...
Those evil and chaotic beings were naturally like moths attracted by light and fire, swarming to follow the elk that looked full of temptation.
However, they could never touch those delicious flesh and blood, as if there was some invisible barrier between the elk and them.
Here’s a little fun from Anthony Ray Duggan:
Watching those chaotic creatures fighting in vain is as pleasant as watching a donkey suspended by a carrot.
"Let's take a look at the qualifications of this young legendary monk..."
Anthony Rui Duggan opened the thick book, which recorded countless secrets.
But he didn't like this thing, because picking it up meant that he couldn't let it go without death.
A book that is defined as a book that knows the secrets of all living things, but what it bestows on its holder is actually some kind of disaster.
"Starting in a dead magic plane? Not a bad start for a legend..."
"I'm starting to like this young monk."
Anthony Rui-Duggan tried to dig out a pipe from his bag. He liked it - but the pipe tobacco made of chain magic was a bit too spicy.
He never likes to hear other voices about the target before making relevant decisions.
This is one of his greatest joys in this work: to outline an image in darkness and absolute unknown bit by bit.
It is an addictive thing to silently savor the unknown secrets and legendary experiences of a legend.
Of course, there may be some dangers.
Especially for female legendary professionals, they don't like this kind of peeking.
"Epic level bloodline ability?"
"This is not very interesting...why would a dead magic plane appear in this bloodline?"
"Special comprehensive network version? No, even so, the characteristics of the dead magic network plane will suppress the emergence of epic bloodline..."
"It's starting to get interesting..."
Antony Rui Dagen looked through the book that was coveted by countless creatures little by little. He wanted to give this young legendary monk a suitable legendary title.
This is a kind of qualification, although many legends say it doesn't matter.
"Excellent combat effectiveness demonstrated in extraordinary times..."
"This is not surprising. An epic bloodline is enough to give him the possibility to crush others of the same level."
"Let's take a look at his experiences on his legendary road..."
For a long time, Antony Rui Duggan silently closed the mysterious book.
He looked at the flickering pipe and silently blew out a puff of spicy smoke:
"It's a spicy enough story, but it's a bit wasteful..."
"The birth of another plane destroyer? This is not very interesting..."