Fallon Wood didn't know exactly what he had done, but when he came to his senses, he found that he had already rushed out of the tomb and the three betrayers, and was just standing in front of the ruins in confusion.

The ruins were already covered with the corpses of other adventurers, and the huge wound on his chest had almost completely healed, leaving only a shallow-looking scar.

He still held the strange red sword in his hand, and although it was still very dark, the color still looked a little brighter than before.

He looked into his tightly closed eyes on the hilt of his sword, and his brain ached more and more.

I vaguely remembered some broken images just now, a huge sharp blade passing through the center of the human body, or a red flash slashing through the two heads in passing, and a pair of manic red eyes reflected from the sword, all of which told Wood that there had been a massacre here.

A massacre led by oneself!

Wood's body trembled, the sword saved itself, but it also transformed itself into an executioner from hell, bloodily harvesting all the life around him, in order to satisfy the sword's infinite thirst for killing and blood!

Wood threw down his sword, ran to the side of the big tree, held on to the trunk and vomited, Wood had not seen a terrible scene of blood all over the ground, but this time it was too bloody.

Irregular corpses were everywhere, countless stumps and severed arms, blood mixed with white brains flowed all over the ground, and there were even a few dried corpses that had lost all their blood......

Perhaps this is the common hell among mankind.

The main thing is that this flesh slaughterhouse was made by his own hands! He deprived a large number of innocent lives in the most cruel way!

At this moment, Wood, who believes in the god of war, can't help but want to pray and apologize to the goddess of life, who has always conflicted with the teachings of the god of war.

Wood's tenacity as a qualified adventurer for many years was completely overwhelmed by the sight in front of him at this moment.

But at the same time, Wood knew in his heart that he couldn't stay here for long, and even if adventurers killed each other, it had to be within the rules.

There are few large-scale and unreasonable bloody massacres in history like today, which is bound to cause the wrath of everyone, and once the Adventurers' Association gets involved in the investigation and finds out that the murderer is him, I am afraid that he will immediately be recognized as an evil demon by human organizations such as the Holy See and fall into an endless hunt.

At the same time, Wood was also keenly aware of a certain change in his body and mind, which was inexplicable, but Wood did feel this way.

As it turned out later, Wood was right.

From that day on, he had a bloodthirsty impulse, he became easily irritable, he longed for the blood of his enemies, he was obsessed with every battle between life and death, and even on several occasions he lost his mind when he saw the large flow of blood, and went on a killing spree without distinguishing between friend and foe.

In desperation, Wood had no choice but to ask for help, telling one of his "academic" friends about his experiences and problems.

His scholarly friend finally determined the origin of this evil sword, the "bloody" Moslag, through a large number of ancient books.

The god of war bestowed upon his chosen people in the Second Age, the blade of the legendary Berserker warrior Thanan, one of the most famous in history.

Tanan was invincible with this weapon, and his prestige resounded throughout the continent.

This fierce sword can not only suck blood, but can even stimulate bloodlust in the human heart, to achieve an effect that is even better than the fury of the orcs.

In the legendary experience of Tanan's life, he has won more with less many times, and a lot of credit for the desperate comeback must be attributed to the head of this sword.

But for some reason, this sword is mixed with a trace of the crazy divinity of the god of war, so that this sword even has a consciousness of its own, he can influence and even control the behavior of the wielder, and he makes the wielder fall into the infinite pursuit of killing.

Even the legendary Tanan eventually became a bloodthirsty beast without reason.

The scholar tells Wood that he is connected to the sword, and that the bloodthirsty impulse of the curse known as the God of War is likely to stay with him for the rest of his life, and that his fate may even be even worse than that of Tanan.

But he just calmly wrapped the bloody Moslag in cloth.

......

In the rest of his adventures, Wood aims to lift the curse of the god of war, but has had to resort to the power of the sword in several desperate moments.

At the same time, Wood found himself being more and more affected.

But Wood still had something to gain, at least he found a way to suppress his usual bloodlust impulses, as long as he didn't use the bloody Moslag, he wouldn't get carried away by blood and fall into an infinite madness for killing.

His scholar friend had another meaningful message for him.

In the depths of the Dark Forest, it is said that there is something left behind by Tanan, possibly related to the curse of the god of war, and Wood has traveled all the way from the south with hope upon receiving the news.

But the timing of his discovery was very unfortunate.

Along the way, he could see a large number of mercenaries and adventurers entering the forest, and the mixed situation and danger made everyone a little nervous, and there were no more murders and goods in the dark corners.

In fact, Wood encountered a team of mercenaries hired by the enemy, and after investigating Wood's whereabouts, they took action, and after being ambushed by the other party, Wood had no choice but to use the forbidden weapon behind him.

The bloody Moslage, who had been restrained by Wood for a long time, finally saw the light of day, and a huge anger enveloped Wood to kill.

Wood's eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes blood-red, and seeing the blood flying in the air, Wood could barely control himself, he tried hard to suppress the urge to kill, but how could the power of the legendary weapon launch a frenzy be so easy to control?

Is it about to lose consciousness again? Wood's heart kept roaring.

Then a stone flew over and hit Wood's head, whose brain was in chaos and in great pain, and the sudden blow made Wood's brain shut down instantly, and he was temporarily out of control.

And now......

Wood quickly sobered up, and he looked at the black-haired boy in front of him, dragging his right leg with one hand, and was dragging him away from the spot.

Frowning, Wood suddenly grabbed the opponent's right arm with his left leg upward, and then put his hands down, the huge force made the black-haired boy flip in the air, and when he straightened up to look at the other party, he found that the other party was not put down by himself, but quickly maintained his balance in the air and landed safely.

Wood saw the other man draw his sword, take a stance, and stare at him.

The two faced each other in the woods.

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Title: The Resurrection of the Heavenly Dao

Author: Gui Cheny

Introduction: This is the era of the revival of heaven, this is an era when the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade; A teenager who reached the top of the world at the age of twenty, a war that lasted for tens of millions of years. Where will we end up? Will peace really come?