Time is back to the day when the Legion of Discord and the Necrogenetic Inheritors fought.

In the underground passage of the "Relief Society", a twisted ball appeared in the dark space, and two figures fell out of the ball.

The tattooed man's face turned pale, he let go of Jerome, who was badly injured in his arms, sat down on the ground and began to gasp for breath.

"You go by yourself, you can't go far with me. Jerome weakly raised his hand and pointed above his head.

The tattooed man put the other person on his body, shook his head and said, "You should know that it is impossible for me to agree to this proposal." ”

Looking at his partner's crumbling body, Jerome frowned and said, "Maybe we can rest for a while, you have already used the ability three times in a row, and if you continue like this, you will die here first before you escape from here." ”

Before the tattooed man could speak, a faint roar and roar could be heard from the ground in the distance.

"The necromancers crave the flesh and blood of the living, and they never know what rest is. The tattooed man hugged Jerome, and the tattoos all over his body began to glow strangely, and a spherical distorted space appeared around the two, and after a few moments, their figures disappeared into the underground passage.

The place where the ball reappeared was less than 100 meters away from the hole in the ground, and the sunlight projected into the ground from the outside world was already faintly visible.

Jerome supported his body with his long sword, looking at the light in the distance, his face full of joy for the rest of his life: "We're about to go out!"

The tattooed man slowly pushed Jerome away, and the skin on his body, like a wall of paint, peeled off one by one: "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out with you......"

Jerome's eyes widened, and his hands gripped each other tightly: "Hold on for a few more minutes and walk with me out of this damn grave!"

"I know my body best, it's too late...... the tattooed man stood up, watched his body slowly disintegrate and disintegrate, turned back to Jerome and said, "My lord, get out of here alive and stop everything here." If the forces of the Necro Inheritors grow, the Church, the Barbarians, and the Council of Elders will ...... No one force will be able to compete with it. When that day comes, there will be no more religious and kingdom conflicts in this world, but an endless war between the dead and the living. ”

After saying this, the tattooed man dragged his dying body, turned his back to the direction of the light, and walked into the endless darkness underground.

After a few minutes, a huge black ball appeared in the center of the underground passage, and the earth and sand were cut and dropped by the edge of the black ball, causing a strong collapse that buried the entire passage.

Jerome closed his eyes in pain and sat on his knees trembling, his sword piercing into the dirt with great force, his demonic left hand destroying everything around him.

Looking at the tight passage blocked by earth and stone in front of him, and hearing the roar of the necromancers, Jerome stood up with his sword on his lean, took one last look at the darkness when he came, and turned and walked to the mouth of the bright cave.

On the ground, with its quiet villages, babbling streams, and beautiful landscapes, it's really hard to associate everything in front of you with the horrible and ugly things underground.

Jerome limped along the fence to the entrance of the village.

A man shrouded in black robes blocked his way.

Bang bang bang.

Soft applause came from the black-robed man, and Jerome stood firm, raised his long sword, and looked ahead vigilantly.

"You really surprised me to survive the attacks of the Inheritors of the Necrons' army and escape here, Lord Jerome. The black-robed man adjusted the direction of his standing, and a nail clipper appeared in the other party's hand, sharpening his nails for a long time: "But on the other hand, I am very disappointed. The gap between the strength of the Elders' 'Discord Legion' and my imagination is so huge, and the three sergeants plus the ninth-ranked one are so vulnerable to the 'Necro Inheritor'. ”

"Who are you?!"

When the black-robed man heard Jerome's question, he smiled happily: "Doesn't it matter who I am? Don't you think the most important thing is what I want to do next?!"

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the ninth in line, the black-robed man suddenly changed the subject: "Jerome, tell me, do you believe in God?"

Jerome didn't answer, his eyes looking around, looking for something he could use.

The black-robed man said to himself, "I once lived in the hell of the Inquisition. You can imagine all the pain and suffering, I have experienced it carefully and seriously. They filled a bag full of hungry rats, cut open my feet, and stuffed them into the bag. After waiting for the blood to clot and the wound to scar, they repeat the process. ”

The black-robed man's voice was low, as if he was remembering something: "During that time, in hell, the only time I could get a moment of peace was to imagine the existence of gods. I prayed and prayed, whatever it looked like, no matter what faith it came from, if only He could save me from here. ”

"Do you know what I was waiting for, the death of my family, the escalation of the punishment, the growth of pain, and at that time, I told myself in my heart that God is dead! I saw myself as a living dead, leaving life and light behind, and choosing to be a dependant of death and darkness. The black-robed man raised his voice: "Until I meet the Absolute Will!"

Jerome said with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Absolute will?!"

Looking at each other with a compassionate gaze, the black-robed man raised his hands and faced the sky: "Absolute will is the only god in this universe. The Father, God, and the Old Gods are nothing but His creations, and their power is granted by Him. The Absolute Will told me that he was looking for the ultimate being. He has given me a mission to find a way for species to exist and become powerful in the path of death, and he wants me to be his agent!"

Jerome looked at the black-robed man in front of him who looked like crazy, and suddenly remembered something: "Lord Theodore was killed by you?"

"That's right, he's in the vision of the Absolute Will, an obstacle. The black-robed man retracted his hand back into his sleeve, "It's a painful decision, but it's better than the 'Necromantic Successor' technique falling into the hands of the church. ”

Jerome clenched the sword in his hand: "So, next, are you going to kill me?"

"You?" the black-robed man laughed, "In the past, the 'Conflict Legion' may have been an existence that I had to look up to. But after joining the Absolute Will, you people are nothing more than a small pile of sand to me. Flee from my presence, like a mouse, and your fate will soon be the same as that of any other living being. ”

Seeing that the black-robed man was just smiling and standing there, Jerome carefully moved his steps and left the village under the watchful eye of the other man.

For the next few days, Jerome was on the road, but lost his goal. The failure of the mission, combined with wounds, hunger and despair, forced him to rethink who he turned to.

When the warrior of the "Conflict Legion" finally collapsed on the border of Twilight Town, watching a tall knight walk towards him, the darkness in front of him gradually filled his entire world.