Chapter 3604

At the beginning of all things, there was only darkness.

Unlike most of the debate over whether there is a chicken or an egg first, this is not controversial, because the color of the void has long proved everything.

There is an existence in the dark. This existence has eyes, and this eye sees light.

Whether admitted or not, for the blind, light is something that does not exist subjectively.

Only when life realizes that the eyes can be used to see the world, will the concept of the world become concrete and have a story.

This is a rather idealistic statement, but it also shows that it is not unreasonable for many people to worship eyeballs.

But interestingly, many gods or mortals with extraordinary wisdom have only one eye, which is like some kind of curse, or a price paid in advance.

There is only a story when you see it. Wise men choose to give up some stories and drive them out of their own years. However, in the depths of nightmares, there are always clues pulling it to the surface.

In a world with only moonlight, the dark dead wood is like a monster, and the twisted branches appear in the vision of a pair of eyes in the deadliest form.

This pair of eyes belongs to a little Bluebird. It stays quietly on the treetop, tilts its head and looks at a small bunker not far away. The blue light flashes in its eyes.

He thinks there's a secret there. He needs to get closer.

The secret is hidden in this eternal night, ten thousand years after ten thousand years, and this night has lasted for I don't know how long.

In this dimension like the black forest, time itself has long been barren like weeds. Insiders regard it as a prison and an eternal seal. It belongs to the cage of gods except for the cognition of real creatures.

Now, it's seen, so it's part of the story.

The bluebird flapped its wings silently and flew to the top of the small bunker. This should be only the part of it exposed to the ground. More things are buried under it, and maybe

But the thought was interrupted. A flash of lightning suddenly fell on the bluebird. It immediately melted like ice and snow in high temperature, and fell to the ground with a pop. The body was like a pool of blue mud.

"O'shutu! Take care of your minions! This is the dimension belonging to dyzakk and the neutral zone of our octessence. Does emperor vishan want to fight with us at the same time?!"

With a roar like thunder, a giant snake shrouded in white fog flew out of the bunker with lightning. Its head turned around, as if looking for an intruder in the dark and ready to attack.

In fact, it is not a snake, but an eel with a silver scale and a Western dragon like head.

After all, it is an ancient earth creature, and it is normal to look strange.

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It is one of the eight magic gods that human mages often use their power. It is called "fog wrapped snake" or "decaying veil". Of course, when it appears in a spell, it is often called valtorr.

The magic related to it includes a series of magic related to water and poison, such as' valto's poisonous snake ',' valto's poisonous fog ', etc.

The former can summon a large group of highly toxic electric eels to attack the enemy, but because the battle between human mages often takes place on land, few people use this. Electric eels are not as good as poisonous snakes when they leave water.

The latter is a strange spell of poison gas combined with prophecy. People sprayed by the poison fog will first see some vague future scenes, and then melt into a pool of blood.

How to say, it's an evil taste to show the dying people the future. Dimension demons have some evil tastes.

Valto has a spokesperson on earth, just as the spokesperson of vishni is called the supreme mage. Its spokesperson is called the high seers of NOx. As for whether his actions are salvation in the eyes of mankind, different people have different opinions.

Today's salvation prophet is called Yoshiro Dashan, code named "decay". In his hand, there is a magic relic called "varto's Emerald bottle". Just like the eye of agomoto mastered by the supreme mage, it is a keepsake with very good effect. Just regard its function as "external immortality".

The emerald bottle is highly toxic, which will turn the wearer into a living corpse. The whole body gradually loses water like a mummy and turns into a thin look of skin and bones. The most significant side effect is hair loss.

However, at the same time, the holder's self-healing ability will be directly filled, and his strength and speed will be improved. He will also gain a lot of insights about life and death and become a philosopher and poet.

Like the death knell, Yoshiro Dashan is not a caster. After obtaining the power of the demon God, he is more like an enhanced version of the Black Lantern corpse athlete.

But although his strength is not bad, he has defects in his brain and character, which leads to a miserable mix.

Now the "prophet of salvation" disguises himself as an ordinary person to go to work every day to make money. He works in stark fujigawa branch in Japan. He is a miserable company dog.

In the morning, I packed tightly and went to squeeze the tram. When I arrived at the company, I was shouted around by my predecessors. I was burdened with heavy business indicators. I could only eat cold rice balls and hot tea for lunch.

Japan's workplace is already under great pressure. In addition, foreign enterprises such as stark industries have even more serious internal problems. Everyone knows its tragedy.

He has no girlfriend, no pets and no house of his own. He has to worry about commuting fees, rent, water and electricity every day. The only leisure activity is to go to the game hall alone to sing coin operated karaoke and order a song for 50 yen. He doesn't dare to sing for too long because he has to save money

You think he might be unbearable and suddenly explode one day?

That's just thinking too much. This man has no blood to say. He is also very peace loving. When he comes home from the subway station at night, he has to hold his briefcase on his chest and run back. He's afraid that the 12-year-old bad teenagers in the nearby middle school will "borrow money" from him.

When he got home, he ate some leftovers, and then began to think about the beauty of cherry blossoms, the relationship between death and chrysanthemum, how to avoid causing trouble to others and other philosophical problems. If he didn't work overtime occasionally, he could write a few lines of haiku and go to bed

However, it was precisely because of this that the death knell judged him as "not a threat at all", "flat waste" and "it doesn't matter to stay on earth".

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Just as valto's dragon head turned around and wanted to look for the figure of VisANT emperor, a small figure shrouded in white light suddenly appeared in the air and slowly fell on the black land shrouded by the night.

Wearing a long dress made of white and gorgeous feathers, Ao Shutu looked down at the bird that was blown into mud by highly toxic lightning and sighed:

"You killed one of my favorite dependents, valto."

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