The First Law God Black History Handbook

"The judge was created by me." Thurander noticed the rapid weakening and emptiness of the body and soul after the godhead left the body, and realized that he was running out of time, so he threw out his hole card without hesitation, "I once used it The mark of judgment is placed on my soul..."

What this sentence represents, the owner of the judge at this time, the god of light Adithonos is very clear.

In the endless years, the god of light, Arditonos, has tried countless times to completely control the judge, or inherit the power of judgment from the judge, but he has always failed.

He thought that he didn't use the right method, or that Irmo, the former owner of the judge, the god of inspiration, deliberately set up an unknown imprisonment seal.

But it turned out that Ilmo was not the creator of the Judge at all.

Not to mention the true master of the Judge.

But fortunately, the new god of inspiration in front of him willingly gave up his godhood, and he would no longer be able to control the judge.

The God of Light thought through all this, and his tone became much softer, "I will not kill you, nor will I expel you. You can stay on the mainland and prevent the invasion and spread of darkness for us."

Everything in front of him was constantly twisting and deforming. Thrander sneered, and the golden blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground, sprouting green shoots.

"it is good."

He gently agreed, the power gathered in his palm, sent the gods to the space channel, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"Thrander!"

The voices of Yisili, Entfeel and others came from a very far distance.Thurander lay on his back on the ground, looking at the blue sky gradually returning to it with dazed eyes.

His godhead shattered and scattered in the distant dark demon world, part of it took root in the depths of the dark abyss, and part of it landed at the entrances of light and dark passages everywhere.

One of them is located on the ice lake in the giant tree forest.That is where the Bright Continent and the Dark Demon Realm are directly connected.

"Light, darkness; justice, evil; gods, demons..." His lips moved, but no sound came out.

His divine power is collapsing, the golden blood of God is continuously flowing out of his body, and the memory in his soul is also being withdrawn intermittently.

Yisili and the others who kept approaching saw the young grass and trees sprouting rapidly on the ground.They struggled to grow, but in a moment they had already towered into the sky, overflowing with strong light power.

"This is……"

They stopped and looked at these elongated flowers and trees in shock; they seemed to be miracles watered by divine power—no, it should be said that they were miracles watered by divine power; God's blood.

Enterfell was the first to notice Thrander's blood loss.Under those crazily growing trees was the golden blood of the gods that kept disappearing.

As time goes by, the trees are multiplying and growing.They surrounded a range of thousands of feet, covering all the area that used to be Metro City.Those ruins that have disappeared are forced to push away during the growth of trees, blurring the outline, blurring the traces of history, and blurring the memory of the past.

In the process of losing the scene in Thrander's mind, a figure was unwillingly left behind.The figure was tall and strong, and slender and straight.It is the figure of a young man.

Thrander couldn't see his face clearly, and could only hear his vague murmurs——

"Thurander, you don't know how much I love you..."

In the gradually darkening sight, a warm current gushed out from the bottom of Thrander's heart, and this warm current wrapped his gradually icy body and soul with this love word as a coat.

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Legston felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that the memories in his mind gradually became blurred.

But when his eyes touched the familiar figure by the window, he realized that it was not his memory that was blurred, but his soul.

His soul was passively accepting the power that did not belong to him, and that power was hot and burst, burning everything he could feel.

"Thrander..."

Thrander sat on the window sill unconsciously, holding a glass of sweet fruit wine in his hand, the bright red in it was like blood, staining Legston's eyes red.

"Thurander." He called out to the other party again, even though his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse, he still refused to compromise and continued to call out.

Trapped in endless thoughts, Thrander finally noticed the extra voices in the room.

He turned his head slowly, and under the sunlight, his eyes fell on the large bed in the room.

At this moment, his gaze froze for a moment, and shrank for a moment.

But he didn't let the person on the bed notice and notice all of this.

Thrander put down his wine glass, got up and walked towards the bed.

"Thurland..." Legston wanted to get up, but he failed.His body and soul were suffering and aching.

"You are being tempered by the godhead. Both body and soul." Thrander stood by the bed, looked down at the young man, and traced the outline of the other's heart from a distance, "Save your energy, little Aruman Sir, the tempering of the godhead is not so easy to survive."

Legston's eyes widened slightly, in disbelief, "Godhead...why do I have godhead? Thrander, you, are you Thrander, or..."

Thrander's expression turned cold for a moment when he heard that.

"Who am I?" His thin waist slowly lowered, and his slender upper body never bent even when he bent down, which made his body outline form a beautiful and elegant arc above Legston.

"Seran..." Legston's pupils shrank slowly, and the burning sensation in his throat became even worse, "You are... Your Excellency the God of Law..."

The nameless fiery heat burned from the heart to the internal organs and all the limbs;Legston felt his breath burning and his mouth dry and itchy.

Thrander fell silent.He still maintained his half-bent posture, but he didn't take any further steps, nor did he retreat a single point.

He stared at the young man under him, there were too many emotions in his eyes that could not be stored.

But the young man did not see it.

The stinging pain went deep into the mind of the young man, and the soul of the other party was undergoing unspeakable tearing and bonding, collapsing and reorganizing.

Thurander has also experienced this.

Thrander returned to the window sill, slowly picked up the wine glass, and drank the liquid in it.

He still remembers the warmth and trembling of the two hugging each other in the dark, the warmth of each other's body and the anxiety and passion of their language.

These vanished, fuzzy memories... come back one after another at such moments.

Legston's groans and groans slowly echoed in the room, Thrander poured another glass of wine, and drank it without hesitation.

As the sun gradually moved westward, Legston's groans and groans never stopped, and Thrander's wine glass never stopped.

His cheeks were slowly invaded by red clouds, and there was crystal water in his blue eyes.

He stretched out his free left arm and propped it on the window sill, against his increasingly heavy head.

After a while, the wine glass in the right hand was filled again, and then became empty again.

Until there was no more barrel or jar of wine in the storage ring, Thrander finally closed his eyes slowly, sat by the window sill, supported his head, and fell asleep quietly.

Legston staggered out of bed in agony and weakness.

He walked to the window sill, trying to help his drunken lover up, but the pain deprived him of too much strength, and he fell backwards holding her.

"boom--"

"Uh uh...!"

Legston's eyes turned black from the pain, his arms hugged the person pressing on him tightly, his breathing was short and forbearable.

Thrander was startled awake.

"Legg..." He murmured subconsciously, and then stopped abruptly in the next second, a cold color flashed across his handsome and delicate cheeks.

Thurander put his hands on the ground, stood up from Legston, then bent down/body, pulled the young man off the ground, and helped him to walk to the bed.

Legston wanted to explain, "Se...Your Excellency, Fashen, I didn't mean to do this."

Thrander didn't answer.He put Legston on the bed, tucked him in, and turned to leave, but Legston grabbed his arm.

"...Would you like to talk to me? Tell me what happened." He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Fashen His Excellency, his eyes were filled with pleading and nostalgia.

Thrander didn't look back, nor did he withdraw his arm.He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "I sealed Cesidil, blocked the dark passage to the mainland and the God Realm, and lost the Godhead I had so hard to get." A mocking smile curled up on the corner of his lips, "You Appearing suddenly from the frozen lake, it directly interrupted my confrontation with Cecil Dill and saved my life."

Legston was shocked, "He wants to kill you?!"

Thrander turned around, "Of course he wants to kill me. I sealed him for 260 years and gave him shame and pain."

"It's impossible." He had a brief relationship with Cesidil 260 years ago, and he knew Cesidil's feelings for Thrander, and he knew that Cesidil would never kill Thrander.

No matter how much he hated and resented, Cesidil would not be able to do anything; just like Thurander did to the other party.

Thurander broke away from Legston's palm, turned around and stood beside the bed, staring at him coldly, "How much do you know about Cecil Dill? How much do you know about me?"

Legston caught his breath.

Thrander looked even colder.

"Leggston, you want to know why you have a godhead in your body? Let me tell you, the godhead was given to you by me. Just when you accepted Arygas."

"What are you going to say?" Legston felt the tremor in his voice, and he tried to control himself, but couldn't.

"You know." Thrander's eyes were as cold as icy rain in winter, densely hitting Legston's heart, "I'm just using you. I need you to be my arm and enter the Temple of Light."

"Leggston, you are just a holy fighter. If you continue to develop normally, you will need at least decades or even hundreds of years to step into the realm of the god of war, familiarize yourself with the rules, and participate in the trial of becoming a god. And your The failure rate is very, very high. On top of that, I don't have time to wait."

"Sisi has been trapped in the dark for too long and I need to set him free as soon as possible."

"I want the judge to return to my hands, Legston." Thrander said, leaning slightly to look at Legston, and stretched out his loose pajamas, exposing his bare/naked chest, "260 years ago, you were stabbed by the judge. Its scar will live forever on your body and soul. You can find it and own it."

Thrander's slender fingers pointed at the opponent's left chest, where there was an inch-long wound, which was clearly visible at a glance.

"I will always remember your love and devotion to me, and I will be grateful to you."

Thrander spoke indifferently and loftily, as if his "remembering" and "gratitude" to Legston were already his greatest gift and charity to him.

The author has something to say: Torturing a husband is fun for a while, and it is always fun to torture a husband until he is locked in a small dark room——

The god of this law is never afraid, hum!

ps: What Lailan said next may be true or not, babies don’t need to pay too much attention, as long as you know how to understand~

There is sugar in the knife! ! ! ! !