At the moment when Baka was about to be promoted to god, the entire underground space seemed to be stagnant, and time and space were confused here.
Chai Anping's pupils shrank, he grabbed Ezreal's wrist and pulled him towards him.
"Oh?"
A broken gong voice suddenly sounded in the trembling temple. The sound was so rough and harsh that Ezreal covered his ears in pain.
"What a wonderful destiny-"
A pair of scarlet eyes opened, and then the black mist surged, and Fiddlesticks' ferocious body slowly stepped out of the black mist.
"Let us meet here, Angry."
Chai Anping suddenly felt relieved, "It turns out you were the one who planned the backhand here, Fiddlesticks."
Ezreal: "..."
Is there something wrong?
Is the Fiddlesticks you are talking about the Fiddlesticks I know?
"Haha." Fiddlesticks smiled slightly and opened his ferocious mouth. The scarlet inside looked like a miniature abyss.
He walked up to Chai Anping, looked at Ezreal with curious eyes, and explained to him: "To be precise, it was not me who designed the backhand, this is what Ram and I have done over the long years.
An attempt.”
Seeing that he was determined to solve the mystery, Chai Anping quickly asked about their attempt.
Fiddlesticks ignored Baka's horrified eyes. He just stretched out his hand, and the quasi-god's promotion was strangely stagnant.
"Once upon a time, the gods were regarded as a successful attempt by the star spirits, or their dependents. They possessed power beyond mortals. With the help of the sun disk, they were favored by the stars and the earth.
So we have been studying this creature, and Baka's killing of the gods originated from a game Ram played when he was playing around in the southern continent.
Under his bewitchment, this ordinary man who coveted the power of the gods fell into darkness, and even betrayed his own blood for a ridiculous power.
So Ram and I have an experimental product of the Shurima royal bloodline, as well as a perfectly preserved power of the gods."
Listening to Fiddlesticks's words, the fear in Ezreal's heart continued to rise, and at the same time there was a strange sense of absurdity——
Not far from them, a vast brilliance bloomed, which was a miracle when the gods were promoted. But if you can hear Fiddlesticks' words, this dazzling light is so ironic.
Just like mortals discussing how to divide the sun under the sun.
"What are you doing here?" Fiddlesticks asked instead.
"I'm looking for this."
Chai Anping took the thunder rune fragment from Ezreal's hand and handed it to Fiddlesticks: "You put this here too?"
"To a certain extent, yes."
Fiddlesticks stared at him, and then answered cautiously: "In the long years, we have seen the power of the darkspawn, and the helplessness of the protoss. The rampage of the darkspawn even led to the return of the twilight protoss.
.
So we tried to recreate this miracle.
Baka and this divine power are the best materials!”
"hiss--"
Even Chai Anping was shocked by the two demons' actions.
"We have re-engraved a huge formation here..."
Fiddlesticks leaned over and tapped the ground with his finger, and a huge black magic circle that could cover the entire Baka ruins suddenly appeared. Baka, who was fixed in the air and unable to move, suddenly let out a terrifying scream.
The light that lingered around him was instantly eroded by darkness.
The cold, dark flames quickly spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body.
"The only function of this unique formation is to reverse the power of the gods. Baka's heart already has all the elements of depravity. Ram and I were once very curious, after providing such similar conditions, whether there could be a new dark one.
The descendant was born.”
"Darkspawn? Make Baka a darkspawn?!"
"Oh, oh... to be precise, that's not the case." Fiddlesticks sighed almost like a sigh: "In fact, this conclusion is not valid, because the real Baka has passed away long ago."
Chai Anping became even more confused after hearing this.
"You are still young and do not understand death." Fiddlesticks pointed at Baka's figure: "Is that the return of Baka's soul that has been lost for thousands of years, or the reappearance of past memories?"
He is like a teacher, instructing the new generation's anger: "No one can recover so easily in the world, not even the gods who are close to the stars.
And even if you really recover, you must ask yourself, ‘So, what’s the price?’”
Chai Anping understood what Fiddlesticks said. He looked at Baka who looked frightened, feeling inexplicably - because this was just an empty shell without a soul!
"A darkin with a soul cannot be used as a weapon, so we did not choose to fill the soul. That would only let it be controlled by us and even bite back on itself. This was a tangled choice. In the end, we chose to use fragments of the Thunder Rune.
Because the thunder rune fragments...condensate the heaviest 'sin' in the world."
"Sin?" Chai Anping has never heard of this term before.
Fiddlesticks raised the fragment in his hand, and in his hand, the fragment's electric light loomed.
"The sin of arrogance that breaks the rules of the world, Jiehaha... After all, this is the only rune that has been artificially destroyed."
Fiddlesticks didn't know that Chai Anping had read the handwriting left by the lust demon, but he didn't elaborate on the matter, but just summed it up in one sentence.
"This rune carries the sorrow of the world. If you integrate it into Baka's body, you may be able to obtain a weapon that surpasses the dark descendants."
"but--"
Fiddlesticks carefully placed the rune fragments into Chai Anping's hands: "Since this is your choice, then maybe this is the right direction for the future."
"Look, the ceremony has begun."
Fiddlesticks folded his hands and turned the topic back to their treatment of Baka.
"Without this fragment, there are two disadvantages. First, this weapon is destined to become a pseudo-dark descendant. Second, the lack of the energy that Ram and I designed to balance will cause the weapon to undergo unknown changes.
distortion.
But... due to a wonderful destiny, the weapon that is about to be born may also be more suitable for its master."
While they were talking, the raging black flames had burned Baka's body into a puddle of black liquid, with bone-like substances surging in the turbid liquid.
This was undoubtedly a frightening scene, but except for Ezreal, the other two people present had no fluctuations in their hearts.
There is no doubt that this is Fiddlesticks' attempt to accumulate power to resist the protoss.
If we could really forge a weapon that could kill the source of the star spirits, then there would be a chance to kill all the stars in the sky.
"Have you already chosen a master for it?" Chai Anping asked curiously.
"Yes..." Fiddlesticks glanced at him meaningfully, and then whispered his name:
"Atreus, the son of humanity abandoned by the protoss."