Knight with Wand

In the blasphemous realm, in the streets of the holy city where the blood river converges, countless corpse ghosts wander along the unpredictable roads.

In their empty eye sockets, green ghost fire flickers, full of desire for life and unwillingness to die. The creepy humming seems to be telling the tragic experience before life, and it seems to be calling more souls to fall into this abyss.

In the once prosperous city, the wailing and terrifying screams of dead souls echo under the surging chaotic sky. The black and colorful sea of ​​clouds flashes with strange purple thunder. Thousands of ghosts gather into a soul storm. The ghosts' cries interweave into a desperate sad song, accusing the injustice of fate and the cruelty of the world.

The sacred temple was once a holy place where thousands of believers worshiped devoutly, but now it has become a blood pool soaking corpses and dead souls. The pool is surging with a mysterious power between life and death. That power comes from the struggle and screams of countless wronged souls at the bottom of the pool.

A pale male body slowly rose from the center of the blood lake. Countless corpse ghosts' arms were wrapped around him like vines, spitting him out forcefully, as if performing an evil childbirth ritual. Finally, the body was lifted to the surface of the lake, and under the reflection of the blood, it looked even more bizarre.

In front of the blood pool, an indescribably terrifying figure leaned down.

The twelve red eyes wrapped around its head emitted a strange red light, and the six eyes "in front" kept blinking, as if examining its carefully crafted work.

Under the bright red naked body, the octopus-like thorny tentacles kept wriggling, and every wriggling conveyed an indescribable feeling of comfort.

(Guluolelit)

". Wake up and submit to me, my servant, and release your hatred for me."

The magical snake whispers seemed to come from the Netherworld, with endless bloody smells echoing in the air, like cold tentacles, gently caressing every corner, making people shudder.

However, just before the whispers fell, strange changes occurred between the columns of the hall. The shadows of the flickering lights seemed to be active as if they had life, and the indissoluble darkness suddenly intertwined, as if something terrible was about to come.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heavy hoofs stepped out of the invisible darkness and stepped over the pool of blood. The magic fire rising from the footsteps instantly evaporated the blood around them.

The heavy sound of giant hooves broke the silence, the sound was like a war drum, each sound was deeply frightening. A huge black body stepped out of the invisible darkness and stepped over the pool of blood. The blazing magic fire rose from his footsteps, instantly evaporating the blood around him, leaving only a charred black.

".My servants and Valari have begun to act, Skush, you have wasted too much time."

The voice of the visitor was like thunder, shaking the walls of the temple. The muscles on his black body were knotted and full of destructive power. He passed through the columns between the halls effortlessly. Those heavy stone columns were like fragile tofu in front of him, breaking and collapsing one after another.

As the visitor moved forward, the two pairs of horns extending high and upward gradually revealed shadows. The chest engraved with the six-pointed star magic pattern was half embedded with armor. The wing bones without flesh membranes on the back spread to the left and right, and the wing bones were surrounded by black shadows like thick fog and smoke, as if these suffocating shadows were his wings.

The big demon stared at the blood demon beside the blood pool with his fiery eyes. His ferocious fangs without lips opened and closed, and his loud demonic voice frightened his soul: "Even if it takes one day here in this spiritual land, it will take more than two or three days in the outside world. You are too slow."

". Don't be too impatient, Quezalal."

The blood demon Skush did not look back, but stared coldly at the terrifying demon who broke into the field with the six blood eyes behind his head, and said calmly: "You have a king, and Valari has a powerful spellcaster. Your agent soul is strong enough, but I am just a strong mortal. If you don't spend some time, how can he control such a large number of undead? But now. The preparations are complete."

As he spoke, the blood demon stretched out his thin arm, pinched the hilt of the sword held in the mouth of the kneeling blood servant with his fingers, and pulled the magic sword out of the offering of the blood servant's organs.

The blood-stained sword shed red, and the sword body seemed to be condensed from the flowing darkness. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, but it could not reflect any image. The diffuse blood-colored light and shadow flowed like mist, exuding a palpitating breath.

Although the red-glowing magic sword in the blood demon's hand was very small compared to its huge demon body, it was still a two-handed long sword of the right size for normal humans.

The demon's sharp fingertips flicked lightly, and the blood demon sword flew out like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing the pale figure rising in the blood pool.

——Buzz! The magic blade directly lifted the brown-haired man, and with a thud, it nailed to the Holy Sun Totem covered with blasphemous runes behind.

The man opened his unfocused eyes, and his pupils were instantly stained with blood.

On the blood demon's sword blade inserted into the chest, the red magic pattern crawled towards the man's pale chest.

He raised his hand in a daze, grasped the hilt of the sword in front of him, and then pulled out the sharp sword that pierced his chest.

The pale body, which was almost close to the sharp blade, healed the wound at an inhuman speed, as if it had transcended the boundary of life and death and became a kind of immortal existence.

The pale body fell from the huge Holy Sun Totem as if it had no weight. The pale man looked at the magic sword in his hand with a sluggish look, still unconscious.

The blood demon moved his body in satisfaction, and the thorny tentacles dragged him into the blood pool. The giant demon body came to the pale man holding the demon sword.

"...Your name." The Blood Demon lowered his head and asked.

The pale man raised his head and stared at his "master".

On the face with disheveled hair, the lips trembled and the pupils of the red eyes shrank. It took a while before he slowly uttered the name deep in his vague memory.

The man opened his mouth, revealing the sharp inhuman fangs in his mouth.

".Charleman.

Charlemagne Frarel Oroxia"

The Blood Demon nodded, straightened his body, and raised his skinny fingertips slightly.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

In an instant, the blood in the blood pool rose up, like a red robe, flying around the body of "Charlemagne".

A pair of dark and bright red bloody armor wrapped around the pale body.

".I will give you new life and the power of revenge. Go.

Go and lead the resentful dead, harvest their blood for me, and return your pain and hatred a hundredfold to the living."

Holding the Blood Demon Sword tightly, the memories of hundreds of thousands of Rolanal's souls who died in vain poured into Charleman's soul like a tsunami.

The resentful souls born from the countless cruel crimes of Kantadar and Uriah poured into Shaleman's spiritual consciousness the superimposed anger, fear, sadness, and pain of everyone, which was an extreme torture that exceeded the imagination of mortals in the world.

! ! ——Ahhhhh——! ! !

Inhuman screams and roars erupted from Charleman's mouth.

The concussive sonic boom made the earth tremble, and the glass of countless temples and halls turned into shattered powder.

In the end, only the words of the Blood Demon were left echoing in his mind filled with overwhelming resentment.

".Kill, kill for me. Only in killing can you find peace."

Holding the Blood Demon Sword, Charlemagne knelt down.

Vicious blood seeped out from between his clenched fangs, vowing to bring the most terrifying catastrophe to the lands of Kantadar and Uriah.