Augustus Under the Horseshoe

In that eerie and blasphemous dream, accompanied by a creepy demon scream, and a soft whisper of damp evil, Painhurs gently opened his golden vertical pupils: He frowned and found himself I was actually located in a dazzling, brilliant crystal labyrinth. Nine beautiful roads paved by multi-colored crystals, shining with all mortal’s known and indescribable crazy colors, twisted, squirmed, and slowly extended to nine. Different directions.

The densely packed crystal murals covering the surrounding walls are also changing their shapes every minute and every second. The warchief looks carefully at a beautiful mural that even engraves his victory over Tolia and becomes the chief. On that rainy day, the excitement of every **** man and horse raising their arms, and the despair of every golden-footed warrior becoming a captive, were all carved to life.

However, in the next second, the mural suddenly changed drastically. On the vast grassland, a heroic rouge horse, led by hundreds of stubborn bloodrage warriors, emerged from the woods, and they In front of him, there was a human druid, **** appearance fighting wildly with a white horse.

The warchief frowned, and in a daze, the picture scroll changed again at an incredible speed! This time, it was a desperate fight between the pale white horse and the emerald dragon.

He discovered that these crystal murals not only reflect countless crazy colors, but also reflect the hope, pain, dreams and memories of the person staring at! Just as he was thinking about it, Wan Se's crystal fresco changed its shape again.

The mountains of Anatoria, the magic fire of hell, and the steel line of defense, fell apart in front of the unmatched soldiers of the King of Kings. The horses and horses held their lances high, shouting the name of Skerritt, and rushed into the magic swarm, but like a drop of water, they fell into the boundless sea without making waves.

Whenever the Pale Warlock stared at the wall for a second, there would be thousands of devilish whispers entwined between his ears, disturbing the thought of the warchief, and with the whispers of time, it became more and more noisy and loud.

"enough!"

Painhurs hit the crystal mural with a punch, forcing himself to close his eyes and no longer look at the future fantasy. The moment he closed his eyes, the noisy and profane demons whispered abruptly, and the brain got rid of it. The entanglement of the group of demons regained consciousness.

Heh, is it the devil again? Last time, this guy also showed himself the ridiculous future of the human races and the werewolves annihilated by the werewolves. As a result, the wolf king was wiped out, and the entire Eastern Gothic kingdom knelt under his hooves and bowed his head.

The warchief chose a path at will and ran forward. Coming to the next node: However, here is still a twisted road paved and casted by thousands of crystals, and there are still dense crystal murals around. As long as you inadvertently stare at them, they will become your own past, future, and even Any moment of fantasy in your mind.

Amidst the thousands of illusions, Painhes even saw a happy and beautiful picture: he looked like he was many years old, and sisters Christina and Christian, leading two innocent and lively ponies in one On top of the vast sea of ​​grass, wantonly galloping······

"There is no war, no disease, no killing, and no death—isn’t that what you prayed for, and spend the rest of your life peacefully with your loved ones."

"Don't leave anymore. Here, everything will come true and everything will be as you wish."

The warchief stopped his progress for a while, and was fascinated by the illusion. With the growth of his gaze, the mural came alive in the whispers of the devil, and the two crystal statues quickly changed their colors and shapes. Turning into the appearance of two sisters, they came to his side affectionately, and the touch of the crystal was actually like tender flesh and blood.

"They are in a Roman camp thousands of miles away! Not by my side! If you fall into the crystal illusion, everything will be over."

Painhurs repeatedly missed the two sisters in his head, and closed his eyes for the second time: the warm touch, accompanied by the crisp sound of crystal breaking, disappeared in an instant, and when he opened it again, he found this crystal labyrinth. Constantly moving and reorganizing: every winding path, turn, and dead end seems to be someone’s whimsy for a moment. Along the way, Painhurs didn't know how many twisted rooms he walked through, and saw how many illusions of the past and the future.

He, led by the eight peoples and horses, and countless vassal armies, galloping across the vast grassland with countless flags symbolizing different leaders, clans, and even races, densely covering the blue sky. , The mighty world destroying army, can't see the end at a glance. Before countless enemies waited for them to approach, they knelt down and begged to surrender in fear and became one of their own subordinates. Their power was expanding like a snowball, and those barbarians who were unwilling to submit were wildly driven by them. Crushed into a powder of flesh and blood.

I, alone, came to the mysterious altar by the sea, densely engraved with Muzu writings. Suddenly, with the thunder of the sky, and the terrible anger, the descendant of the chosen **** who had already died carried hundreds of people. Ji, a half-man and half-horse made of gold appeared in front of him.

I, armed with elite blood and anger brutal soldiers, marched hard in the cold and biting snowy mountains. The white snow under the hoofs was enough to not bend the knees of horseshoes. A giant white dragon that was huge enough to cover the sky and covered the sun with hundreds of adults. Surrounded by the white dragon, whistling and appearing behind Xuefeng, accompanied by the biting cold wind that can tear the flesh and blood, the army of horses and horses sent the dragon's breath mixed with thousands of frost, snow and icy debris.

I, wearing a purple-gold silk robe, surrounded by a group of humans and elves, on the outside of the golden crown of the Nine Demons, I wear an olive crown that is blessed by the gods and is always lush...Damn it ! The devil whispering in his ears will actually sing the war hymn of the prairie, imitate the howling of the cold wind, and even play Roman musical instruments as the picture changes! Make these murals more real!

I don't know how long it has been, a magnificent and terrifying demon fortress suddenly came into my eyes. The demon flames from the core of the fortress roared out of the twin spires and tall buildings. Just like twisted and evil fireworks, in the dark sky, bursts of gorgeous fireworks with faint blue and pale pink colors.

Outside the fortress, tens of thousands of demon doors carved with fangs and claws, accompanied by the creepy sound of friction, kept opening and closing, like a huge mouth that is constantly closing, swallowing everything that dared to approach it. Everything.

"You are here, pale horse."

An extremely familiar voice penetrated into the thought of the warchief. It was the devil who signed the contract with him. Pain Hess recalled the scene that day: In the end, the other party chose to give in so that he could use the chaotic energy of the subspace by virtue of the chaotic mark of the eight awns.

However, as a price, I have to pay for one second at any time—what a strange agreement.

"This time, it's just a reminder. I'm about to ask you for the reward you promised yourself, the pale horse."

In the violent storm of 10,000-color crystals, a terrifying demon god, accompanied by a twisted and changing two-color demon flame, descended in front of the warchief.

His azure skin was covered with constantly changing faces, these faces squinting and mocking anyone who dared to look at them. When He spoke, these lips repeated His words in human language, lingua franca, purgatory language..., as if there were tens of thousands of blasphemous demons, murmuring evil in unison.

There is no head on the devil's shoulders. In other words, every face on the body is his original head.

"One second? Are you just asking for this?"

The warchief stretched out his left hand suspiciously, the eight-pointed black star, in the chaotic space, seemed to have his own life, slowly came alive, eight pitch-black tentacles, on the pale skin, crazy The rocking, twitching.

"Yes, pale horse."

For a time, on the sky-reaching blue body, countless vivid faces, accompanied by arrogant and ridiculous ridicule, showed mysterious smiles one after another.

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