Carrick slowly stroked his slayer, its blade had torn through all kinds of armor, cut off all kinds of heads, and drunk countless blood, but it was still as perfect and sharp as when it was born, if not better. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only weapons never betray.

Carrick recited the familiar creed in his mind.

There is nothing to rely on but weapons.

Carrick looked up, casually glancing at his fellow travelers, the Ark Spirits.

They are wretched creatures who have placed their fate in a foretold future, and their end is meaningless.

But what about his own debaucherous and depraved kindred?

Although he never said it, Carrick knew that the dark spirits were just thieves who succumbed to their desires, and that there was no future ahead of them.

Carrick laughed at himself and thought to himself that he was not a poor creature who could only fill the void in his heart by killing.

At the thought of this, Carrick shook his head again, he shouldn't be so sentimental, his goal is clear, those scum who insult the ancient duel ritual will be eliminated, he will ascend to the throne of the supreme priest, he will become the supreme king of killers, and he also knows how to achieve this.

But what about after that? Carrick knew in his heart that one day, he would fall under the sword or die at the hands of other inferior races, and no one could live forever, and neither could he.

However, Carrick is a dark spirit after all, and what the dark spirit race is best at is living in the moment.

Carrick thought.

The Prophet Paphael stared at the dark spirit who stood across from her, feeling unease and an indescribable feeling in her heart.

As a prophet, Paphael knew that she had to guide her people when they lost their will to fight, but for the dark spirit, although there was no clear prophecy to refer to, she always subconsciously relied on her own intuition.

But now, Paphael knew that she had no way to put her guard in front of another prophet, and that the current Ark Spirit Clan could no longer withstand the infighting.

"What's the matter, Lord Prophet?" With a slightly brisk tone, a figure walked up to Pafir.

Seeing the iconic flaming knife and the psionic signal that burned like a flame, Pafil knew it was the war witch named Lizzy from Iyandon.

"You seem to be a little worried, because of the executioner?" Lizzy said nonchalantly.

In the distance, the dark spirit named Carrick seemed to sense someone talking about him, and took his eyes off his giant knife and glanced around with his blood-red eyes hidden behind his helmet.

Lizzy looked up and looked at Carrick for a moment, then Paphael saw Carrick's glowing red eyes light up suddenly, then slowly darkened, and then lowered her gaze, continuing to stare at her blade, without saying a word.

"Oh, I see, that's all he has to say." Lizi laughed: "Don't look at him like that, he is actually quite reliable, better than most of the dark spirits, well, after all, he is a mercenary." ”

Lizzy placed the flame knife in her hand on the ground.

"I think you should rest first, Lord Prophet, after all, you just lost a venerable elder."

Her tone smoothed out a bit, and at the same time there was some indescribable emotion.

The Prophet of Paphael thought of the warlord who had always been by her side, and a strong sadness nearly knocked her down.

But in the end, she still conquered her grief, because Paphael knew that she was the hope of the people and that she must not fall.

"No, it's okay, he did it voluntarily." Pafil struggled to maintain his expression: "And, he told me, learn to be strong. ”

Lizzy stared at Paphael carefully, and suddenly sighed, "Lord Prophet, you have the path you have chosen, and this is your duty. ”

Then Lizzy flicked her bunched single ponytail.

"So, may I say a few words of my own? About us Spirits. ”

"Our prophecy, and everything we do, has only one simple and clear purpose, and that is to take revenge on the enemy, and that is clear, and I agree with it from the bottom of my heart."

Pafil nodded, but she knew that Lizzie must have something to say.

Sure enough, Lizi's expression suddenly became serious, no longer as relaxed as she had shown before.

"But do we really have to rely on the gods to accomplish our revenge?"

Paphael said, "Lizi War Witch, please pay attention to your words, although you do not belong to Usvi, you should not talk so presumptuously. ”

"I know what lies lie, my lord, but believe me, in those ancient legends, when we were at our strongest, did our gods ever resist the enemy? In other words, even if we defeat the enemy, what is the significance of such a victory at the cost of the destruction of our entire race? If there is only one way to perish, why should we fight without being killed? ”

Paphael thought of her mentor's teachings, and she learned from her mentor's ways, and mysteriously replied, "Don't go against your fate, war witch, our sacrifice has a noble mission." ”

"I believe that, Lord Prophet." Lizzy turned around and looked to the other side, "I believe it." ”

Paphael followed her gaze.

The Prophet was sitting on the ground, stroking a broken star dart sniper rifle.

Then, the gun flashed with a silver glow, and then slowly recovered.

IELTS smiled happily and handed it to an ecstatic ranger on the side.

"I believe it will be valuable." Lizzie smiled again: "Because, someone has shown new possibilities. ”

Paphael looked at IELTS in the distance, and suddenly his face changed: "You mean, IELTS prophet she foresaw ......"

"Shhh Lizzy made a silent gesture and blinked, "Did I say anything?" ”

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In that endless darkness, a glimmer of spark, the dead apostles, nowhere to be found, the miserable supplicants, wailing in pain.

This was supposed to be the end of despair, but a glimmer of fire cut through all the fragments.

Out of our sight, those who have declined have risen again, and this time, in what way will they return?

They will let the darkness retreat because of them.

Or will the stars go out and all beings tremble?

But in any case, fate is still flickering.

The children of the stars will suffer a catastrophe, and the survivors will become one and embark on the final journey.

At the end, waiting for the last child of the stars is the unknown, but the unknown often indicates endless possibilities.

Dark and confused, I could see the gods screaming and roaring, their voices fading.

Finally, it all came to an end.

The age of mortals has finally come.