The Sun King's Evidence

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The mountains are towering, the sun and moon are dim, the wind is howling, and the sky is thundering.

An army of approximately fifty thousand men is waiting around the Blade's Edge Mountains in the Roof Mountains of the World.

This army of Chaos awaits the return of their leader, Archaon.

Of course, waiting outside, in addition to Archaon's most trusted lieutenant Croon, is the original demon prince Be'lakor, and the Templar Didric who has been with Archaon from the beginning to the end when he was still in the empire. The Sister of the Church of Justice next to her, Giselle, has always had that kind of relationship with Archaon.

Under the Blade's Edge Mountains, there are hundreds of dwarf corpses stacked up. This is a dwarf army led by the dwarf hero Vrak-Explosion. After Pastor Gruney received a fragmentary prophecy, he led the army to the vicinity of the Blade's Edge Mountains and tried to stop it. The coronation of the Eternal Chosen.

Although the dwarf hero Vrak-Explosion and his army fought bravely, Archaon's army was of no use. Faced with the attack of the Chaos Sword Chapter and the coward from the Kurgan Steppe. The dwarf army was massacred, and the dwarf army was quickly defeated. Vrak was caught directly in the air by the original demon prince Berak, and infinite chaotic energy was penetrated into the body of the dwarf hero. The dwarf was soon petrified and turned into a solid stone statue. , and then was thrown into a deep ravine by Billak and fell into pieces.

The entire battle was over so quickly that it seemed like nothing happened at all.

The original demon prince stared at the far-reaching entrance. The majestic chaotic energy inside reminded Beelak, who finally had time to wake up a little, to think of the past.

Bealak's life was extremely long, so long ago that he could no longer remember when he was born. This head was jet black, with two terrifying giant horns, a pattern of a chaotic eight-pointed star on its chest, and a huge black hanging behind it. The original demon prince with his skull and wings and his whole body shrouded in the evil energy of chaos still vaguely remembers that when the ancient saint was still active in this world, he was already one of the most powerful chaos warlords. At that time, those unrestricted chaos demons There are few beings who can rival Be'lakor, who ravaged the world as a Chaos Warlord, causing countless wounds and carnage and leaving a deep impression on the Four Gods of Chaos.

At that time, the Ancient Saint's portal was still in operation, and it was difficult for the four gods to directly intervene in the mortal world, so they all gave Bilak their blessings. This was the first being to be upgraded in the history of mankind in this world. The first one, and most likely the The only demon prince who is free from chaos.

At that time, Be'lak was a hot commodity. In order to compete for the loyalty of the first demon prince, the four gods of Chaos rushed to bestow blessings, artifacts, and power on Be'lak, making him loyal to them.

However, Beelak was extremely ambitious. He did not want to be a dog to the Four Gods of Chaos, but wanted to be promoted to the Fifth God of Chaos. The original demon prince took the benefits and refused to work. At the beginning, he went around to destroy and enslave, Corrupting mortals, but soon began to desert and wander around, conserving strength.

Be'lak's actions angered the Four Gods of Chaos, and the portal collapsed. So the four gods promoted more demon princes from mortals and took away Be'lak's power. Of course Be'lak would not do it, and a great civil war began. When the first generation Phoenix King Alario single-handedly singled out the four Chaos Demons on the Island of Death, Be'lak and a large group of demon princes were busy fighting a civil war, which directly led to the failure to prevent the Maelstrom Ritual.

The behavior of the original demon prince made all the four gods angry. Tzeentch punished him by taking away Be'lak's body and turning it into a ball of pure energy, a shadow that could only be incapable of rage. The original demon The prince became the "eternal sparring partner" and was responsible for crowning the eternal chosen one so that he could understand and ask around the street to find out who the father was.

Billak, who became the "eternal sparring partner", has not tried to escape from this state. He once tried to seize the body of the newly crowned Chaos Eternal Chosen. Perhaps the power was too great, and the new Chaos Eternal Chosen's body directly tore apart.

Then he went to Obion Island to try to seize the energy of the Ancient Saint and the Artifact of the Truth Speaker. This matter has been mentioned before and will not be repeated here. In the end, Be'lak failed. Although he obtained a small part of the energy of the Ancient Saint, in the end It still failed, but Beelak finally regained a little bit of sanity, and it began to make plans.

It divided part of its power and transformed into a Norscan warlord and went south to plunder Nord, and raped a woman in a village. The woman died in childbirth and left a posthumous child. The woman's husband threw the child into the forest but was killed. The priest of the Church of Justice picked him up and named him Didric. The child later became a priest, a Templar and a witcher.

Then Bilak transformed into a Church of Justice nun named Giselle and became Didric's girlfriend, step by step guiding the priest named Didric into darkness.

Now, the harvest time has come!

…………I am your father’s dividing line…………

It took Archaon a full day and a half to climb the entire mountain. The Blade's Edge Mountains in the Rooftop Mountains of the World were so high that even Archaon couldn't reach them in a short time.

But no matter how far the journey is, there is an end. When he reached the end of the climb for a full day and a half, and saw the colorful lightning and flames rolling and rushing in the sky, as well as the huge door with the mark of chaos, Archaon knew that he The journey has come to an end.

This is the first Chaos Shrine in the world, and it is also the place where Be'lak ascended to demonhood.

Endless chaotic evil energy surged out of the double-layered door. The door was slightly open, and there were strange illusions and countless monsters everywhere. Various behemoths that had been corrupted by chaos and lost their minds, committed a lot of crimes. Demons imprisoned by mistake, twisted souls longing for freedom, and the will of chaos envelope the entire gate.

The whisper of the evil god lingered in Archaon's ears, a voice extremely cunning and unpredictable.

"Are you here? You are finally here! The guest, the visitor is here!" The treacherous voice said excitedly: "I prepared dessert for you, but I ate them all. Do you want to guess what the dessert is?" Who ate it?"

"He doesn't look strong enough, nor obedient enough?" A dull and slow voice said hesitantly: "Well, he is still strong, patient and resilient."

"Oh! A warrior, the most charming and exciting warrior. My dear, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I am so obsessed with you and like you. Oh, what will you bring to me now? Where's the surprise?" It's neither yin nor yang, or a weird tone that's both yin and yang: "But there is no doubt that I like dedicated people, don't you?"

"Blood and glory! Killing and destruction! By the time you come, there are already thirteen eternal gods chosen!" This is an irritable voice, full of endless desire for skulls and blood. He seems to be carefully looking at this. A new visitor: "Without exception, they all failed. We will give you opportunities and tests. This is the highest level of honor!"

"You chose me?" Archaon sneered, the Eternal Chosen's tone full of sarcasm and disdain: "You think, you must have made something wrong."

"It's me! It's me who decided to destroy the whole world. It's me who decided to give Charlemagne and his hypocritical and cowardly empire a decent ending! I will subvert the empire and expose the true face of those false gods. I will Let everyone recognize their hypocritical lies and cowardly faces." Archaon drew out his sword, the Kingslayer, and the blade was burning with fiery red flames: "I chose you! I gave it to you. The opportunity allows you to realize your dream of destroying the world."

"Remember this! When I solve the empire, I will come to you to settle the accounts! I will take back everything you have done to me!" Archaon finished his words calmly.

"Wow! What a shocking speech! What you said made my heart beat wildly!" A voice filled with both yin and yang became excited.

"It doesn't matter, even if you don't like it, I, dad, still love you." The decayed and dull voice seemed to have changed: "Dad, love, every child."

"Oh? Are you not going to eat my dessert? Or have you already eaten it? In a thousand parallel universes, there are a thousand eternal gods chosen to face a thousand copies of the same dessert. What will they do? Eat it , spit it, or throw it on the ground? Are a thousand parallel universes an illusion or a reality? Or is it starting from scratch and the dessert does not exist? Wait, how to define starting from scratch? Where does this concept come from? What kind of standard is starting from scratch? Can you understand all this?" The treacherous and fast voice was chattering.

"Enough!" The furious voice interrupted the treacherous voice angrily. He took a deep breath. Archaon seemed to be able to smell the smell of sulfur and brass in his breath: "That doesn't matter, no matter what you think. , as long as you sacrifice your skull and blood to my altar as before, I will continue to watch you."

"Then now, let's begin!" Four voices spoke together.

Archaon walked deeper into the gate without looking back.

What came face to face was a group of shining buildings.

Sounds, images, hallucinations, and strange perceptions, Archaon found himself entering a translucent country, where there were shining flat surfaces everywhere like polished pebbles. Archaon could see himself anywhere. .

The past self, the failed self, the confused self, the distorted self.

Everything in the world is in a state of change. Every channel is opening, closing, shifting, dissolving, merging, and splitting at any time. At the end of every road, Archaon can see his own ending.

He saw his past.

He was once Diderik, a Nord war priest, a demon hunter and a Templar. He used to be so devout and fanatical, physically strong and full of chivalry, as brave as the young Charlemagne. .

In his hallucination, he saw himself named Didrick fighting bravely and eventually becoming the Archbishop of the Church of Justice. He saw himself named Didrick fighting bravely and eventually becoming the Grand Master of the Knights Templar. After the battle, he finally became the greatest demon hunter named Didric and fought bravely. Nord erected a statue for him so that future generations would always remember him.

Of course, Didric didn't always survive. Sometimes he died in battle and became a hero. Sometimes he died in obscurity and everyone was still looking for his traces. Sometimes he died worthless and was used as a negative example. , sometimes dying comically and becoming the laughing stock of everyone.

But Archaon could not help but tremble. Dedicating his life to the empire as Didric was once his lifelong pursuit!

If not...if I hadn't happened to meet the nun named Giselle, transporting the "Book of Destiny".

Staring at the illusion of the Crystal Maze, Archaon saw a thousand possibilities. The reflections of fear, distortion, and hope echoed in the mind of the Eternal Chosen. The repeated comparisons of dreams and nightmares, those extended by Tzeentch The countless possibilities drove Archaon almost crazy, and the confusion and despair made him despair.

There are a thousand endings for oneself, and a thousand ways for Giselle to die, each of which is extremely real. This kind of fantasy is enough to make the most determined mortal go crazy and become a fool, a madman, or commit suicide.

The Eternal Chosen felt like he was struggling on the edge of madness. He covered his head with his hands to get out of all these illusions and nightmares.

This is how Motkin failed!

Archaon blindfolded himself, and the Everchosen no longer looked at those things in the Labyrinth of Tzeentch. He even closed off his hearing and smell, relying directly on instinct, the instinct brought by the Eye of Sherron, to continue in the Labyrinth of Tzeentch. forward in.

No one knows how long Archaon has been groping in the crystal maze, maybe minutes, maybe days, maybe years, maybe centuries. The Eternal Chosen gave up all his perceptions, and he remained unwavering no matter what the situation was. He no longer has any nostalgia for anything in the world, and the only hope he has left is destruction.

Even if his parents stretched out their hands and begged him to return to their hometown, even if the archbishop cried bitterly and told him that he was wrong, even if Charlemagne knelt down in person and begged Archaon to change his ways, even if Giselle spoke and hoped that the two of them would go into seclusion together, even if they saw Archaon was unmoved by his best and worst endings.

With this idea in mind, he moved forward, and finally the Eternal Chosen succeeded. When he passed through the ninth golden arch, the illusion of the crystal maze disappeared.

Tzeentch's test, he passed.

“Dessert, always there!”

Immediately following the Crystal Maze of Tzeentch comes Nurgle's Trial.

Nurgle's test is not as complicated as Tzeentch's. The test of the god of decay and disease is simple: disease.

The first thing that appeared was kidney stones. Archaon only felt extreme pain in his lower abdominal area. The Eternal Chosen bent over in pain. His face turned pale and he wanted to roll on the ground in pain, and he almost went into shock.

Arthritis soon followed, sending waves of nerve-wracking pain that nearly drove Archaon crazy.

Trigeminal neuralgia starts suddenly, stops suddenly, is lightning-like, knife-like, burning, stubborn and unpredictable.

Swelling and burning pain in the lower abdomen caused by interstitial cystitis.

Cluster headaches, recurring so quickly, pain around the eyes that Archaon couldn't even reach out to pry them out.

This was not over yet. The pain from his teeth that penetrated into his brain made Archaon cry crazily. Before he could confirm what had happened to his teeth, large shingles appeared on his body, like a fire. The burning sensation, like the cutting of a chainsaw, tortured Archaon's nerves.

The sounds of Archaon's torture echoed throughout the Blade's Edge Mountains.

After experiencing such horrific torture, the Eternal God's Chosen lay on the ground, unresponsive. Only his body twitching from time to time proved that he was still alive.

A few hours later, Archaon, who was suffering from dozens of difficult and painful diseases, stood up. Under his armor and cloak, there were large pools of sweat and blood, as well as skin and organs that were no longer humanoid.

But Archaon still stood up, fighting Nurgle's disease with his supreme will and moving forward tenaciously.

He still has the goal of destroying the world to accomplish!

We must not fall down here!

After several days of torture, Archaon never had any thoughts of suicide or suicide and moved on.

Nurgle saw Archaon's determination, and his loving father murmured with satisfaction: "He is not picky about food, good, child, come, come, in Daddy's arms, come, baby, Daddy loves you."

The disease disappeared.

The moment Nurgle's will faded away, a voice that was neither yin nor yang, yin and yang appeared.

"Hey, he's quite capable~"

"Then, it's my turn! You annoying little goblin!"

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