Time returns to the day of the battle between the Legion of Strife and the Heirs of the Dead.
In the underground passage of the Relief Society, a twisted sphere appeared in the dark space, and two figures fell out of the sphere.
The tattooed man's face turned pale. He let go of the seriously injured Jerome in his arms, sat on the ground and started breathing heavily.
"You can go alone, you can't go very far with me." Jerome weakly raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head.
The tattooed man put the other person on his body, shook his head and said, "You should know that it is impossible for me to agree to this proposal."
Looking at his partner's crumbling body, Jerome frowned and said, "Maybe we can rest for a while. You have used your ability three times in a row. If you continue like this, you will die here before you can escape from here."
Before the tattooed man could speak, faint roars and roars came from the ground in the distance.
"The undead crave the flesh and blood of the living, and they never know what rest is." The tattooed man hugged Jerome, and the tattoos on his body began to shine with strange light, and a spherical distortion appeared around them.
space, and after a moment, their figures disappeared into the underground passage.
The place where the ball reappeared was less than a hundred meters away from the hole in the ground, and the sunlight projected into the ground from the outside was already vaguely visible.
Jerome supported his body with his long sword and looked at the light in the distance, his face full of joy after the disaster: "We are about to go out!"
The tattooed man slowly pushed Jerome away, and the skin on his body was peeling off piece by piece like peeling paint on the wall: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I can't go out with you..."
Jerome opened his eyes wide and held the other person tightly with both hands: "Hold on for a few more minutes and walk out of this damn grave with me!"
"I know my body best. It's too late..." The tattooed man stood up and watched his whole body slowly disintegrate. He turned around and said to Jerome: "Sir, get out of here alive and stop this.
Everything. If the army of the successors of the undead grows, the church, the barbarians, the Presbyterian Church... no force will be able to compete with it. On that day, there will no longer be conflicts between religions and kingdoms in this world. Instead, there will be no conflicts between religions and kingdoms.
There will be an endless war between the dead and the living.”
After saying this, the tattooed man dragged his dying body, turned his back to the direction of the light, and walked into the endless darkness underground.
A few minutes later, a huge black ball appeared in the center of the underground passage. The soil and sand were cut and fell by the edge of the black ball, triggering a strong landslide and burying the entire passage.
Jerome closed his eyes in pain, and knelt on the ground trembling all over. The long sword in his hand was pierced into the soil with great force, and his demonic left hand destroyed everything around him.
Looking at the tight passage blocked by earth and rocks in front of him, the roars of the undead came to his ears. Jerome leaned on his body with his long sword and stood up. He took one last look at the darkness when he came, and turned towards the light.
entrance of the cave.
On the ground, there are quiet villages, gurgling streams, and beautiful scenery. It is really difficult to connect everything in front of you with the terrifying and ugly things underground.
Jerome limped along the fence towards the entrance of the village.
A man covered in black robes blocked his way.
Bang bang bang.
Gentle applause came from the man in black robe. Jerome stood firm, raised his sword, and looked ahead warily.
"You really surprised me by being able to survive the attack of the Necromancer's army and escape here, Lord Jerome." The man in black robe adjusted his standing direction, and a nail clipper appeared on the opponent's side.
In his hand, he had enough time to polish his nails: "But on the other hand, I am very disappointed. The strength of the Presbyterian Dispute Legion is so far from what I imagined. Three sergeants plus the ninth-ranked
He is so vulnerable against the successor of the undead."
"Who are you?!"
The man in black robe heard Jerome's question and smiled happily: "Is it important who I am? Don't you think the most important thing is what I want to do next?!"
Seeing the embarrassment of the ninth candidate, the man in black robe suddenly changed the subject: "Jerome, tell me, do you believe in God?"
Jerome didn't answer, and looked around, looking for something that could be used.
The man in black robe said to himself: "I once lived in the hell of the Inquisition for a period of time. You can imagine all the pain and torture, and I experienced it carefully and seriously. They filled a bag
The hungry rats then cut open the wounds on my feet and stuffed them into bags. After waiting for the blood to coagulate and the wounds to scar, they would repeat the process again."
The voice of the man in black robe became deeper, as if he was recalling something: "During that time, in hell, the only time I could get a moment of peace was to imagine the existence of gods. I prayed over and over again, and again and again
My plea, no matter what it looks like, no matter what belief it comes from, as long as he can save me from here."
"Do you know what I was waiting for, the death of my family, the escalation of punishment, and the increase in pain. At that time, I told myself this sentence in my heart - God is dead! I regard myself as a living dead, and will
Abandoning life and light behind my head, I chose to become a dependent of death and darkness." The man in black robe raised his voice: "Until I met the absolute will!"
Jerome's tone was somewhat mocking: "Absolute will?!"
Looking at the other party with pity, the man in black robe raised his hands towards the sky: "Absolute will is the only god in this universe. Heavenly Father, God, ancient gods and the like are just his creations, and their power
It was also granted by him. Absolute will told me that what he pursues is the ultimate existence. He gave me a mission to find a way to exist and become stronger as a species in the way of death, and he wanted me to be his agent!"
Jerome looked at the crazy-looking man in black robes in front of him, and suddenly remembered something: "Did you kill Lord Theodore?"
"Yes, he is an obstacle in the vision of absolute will." The man in black robe retracted his hand into his sleeve: "This is a painful decision, but it is better than the technology of the Necromancer Successor falling into the hands of the church.
."
Jerome clenched the sword in his hand: "So, are you going to kill me next?"
"You?" The man in black robe laughed: "In the past, the Legion of Disputes may have been an existence that I had to look up to. But after joining the Absolute Will, you people are just a bunch of insignificant people to me.
Gravel. Run away from me like a mouse. Your fate will soon be the same as that of other creatures, entering the embrace of death."
Seeing the man in black robe just standing there with a smile, Jerome carefully moved his steps and left the village under the watch of the other man.
In the next few days, Jerome traveled on the road but lost his target. The failure of the mission, coupled with wounds, hunger and despair, forced him to rethink who to ask for help.
When this warrior of the Dispute Legion finally fell at the border of Muxi Town and watched a tall knight walking towards him, the darkness in front of him gradually filled his entire world...