In very old, very long ago, dating back to the time before the birth of Jesus, there have been countless glorious civilizations in the world, as well as the myths that are their special representatives.

Gilgamesh, a demigod in Mesopotamia, the two emperors of Yan and Huang in the ancient kingdom of China in the Far East, Thebes in Egypt in North Africa, and Indian Brahmins in South Asia......

And at the same time, Europe has its own pride.

Norse mythology, Greek mythology, and Celtic mythology, the three major systems of prehistoric ancient mythology, had their own flourishing life in their respective regions, until the Christian culture gradually eliminated and replaced them with the pace of war, until finally it can only be recalled in the circulating poems and towering ancient statues.

But until then, there was indeed a mysterious power in this former world that was not understood by future generations.

Isle-of-Skye......

This is the mysterious country of Celtic mythology, the place where gods and goblins live, and the country where souls go after death.

The queen who rules here is Skozaci, a goddess of war with great strength and military and combat skills, who is said to have given her heroes the skills to test and taught them the art of combat.

In the distant past, many warriors traveled to the Shadow Country, but only two of them returned alive: Cú Chulainn, the son of light of Ireland, and his friend Fodia.

Cú Chulainn, the great hero, came to the place where Skozaci lived after a difficult journey, and the goddess of war taught him her martial arts, magic, and the art of war because she appreciated him. During this time, Cú Chulainn received his later symbol, the Gáe-bolg, which stabbed the opponent. The 30 barbs on the spear will disembowel the opponent, so it is also called the spear of piercing the thorn.

However, his story has been over for a long time.

Because of the three geass he had set up in succession, the Child of Light was killed by his own cursed spear after losing his power, and even his father, the God of Light, died powerlessly at the age of 27.

And after that, there was no news from the country of shadows that walked out of this great hero, as if mourning the child of light who died young.

This is the case. It has continued to this day.

A barren land of death had no life, full of dry mud from the dying-ditch, and the land was not full of tall trees with leafy foliage, but with thin, strange dead wood. Everything seemed dead under the influence of the breath of death**, and the sky was obviously cloudless, but the sun could not shine down.

But in the midst of this gloomy dead realm, a burst of light suddenly bloomed that was out of place with the surroundings...... A blue glow that runs through time and space.

And then. Two black figures fell from the vortex of the plane.

One is a beautiful woman with black hair and shoulder-length figure, in a coma and fell from a height of dozens of meters without any protective measures, although fortunately because of a dense cluster of dry branches buffered and did not hurt the head, but the huge concussion obviously hurt the lungs, even in a coma state, from the direct spit out a large mouthful of blood with fragments of internal organs-

Without timely and effective treatment, she was doomed to die here.

The other was a sturdy man wrapped in pitch-black bone armor, with a face and body as hideous as a demon, and he was still awake when he fell, although there was no difference between a completely dazed lucidity and a stupor.

However, this made him adjust his falling posture according to his instincts, and landed safely without causing any damage to his body. But with a pair of blood-colored eyes, he hugged his head in the next moment.

"This, this ......"

Because of Nameless Anxiety muttering to himself, the man's mind went completely blank.

I can't remember who I am, I can't remember where I am, I can't remember why I'm here......

Upon examination of the entire body, it was revealed that there were two rings and a package. and something on his wrist, which seemed to be called a "watch", on which he could understand the numbers: the dwindling value made him realize after a moment that it was a countdown, like a time bomb that would detonate when the time was up, but what was a time bomb?

Examination of the surroundings also yielded no results, and the only living thing in view was a woman about two hundred paces away - presumably a creature of a different gender than herself. But this woman also seems to have no long to live.

Beyond that, there is a total desolation of lifelessness all around, and the only thing that exists in this land is death itself!

However, he didn't seem to reject this matter, behind his red eyes was a hollow nothingness, and from the moment he opened his eyes, it turned into a huge whirlpool of some form, and the long whale sucked the dense aura of death around him, and directly incorporated this incomparably pure power that did not need to be transformed into his body-

The consciousness of the self is still chaotic because of the blank memory, and he does not reject this free tonic by following his instincts, but completely lets go and devours the almost materialized "death" around him.

-- There will be no pie in the sky.

But the beast that follows instinct doesn't know this, and by the time the "man" who has regained a little bit of self realizes this situation, things have reached a point where they can no longer be reversed!

The breath of death that was incorporated into the body, after accumulating to a limit in the body of the man who was enshrined in the demon, awakened a consciousness that was not owned by a certain being, but was like the concept of "death" itself.

Let all things return to a peaceful death.

And this consciousness matched the emptiness in his eyes so well.

It is impossible to tell whether emptiness accommodates death, or death carries emptiness, the two concepts are harmonious without any gap, and when the man reacts, it has turned into a new independent consciousness!

A body could not accommodate two consciousnesses, and although the man who reacted had no relevant memories, he instinctively immediately launched a battle for the spiritual level.

Whether it's the emptiness in the eyes or the awakened self, each other comes from the man's true heart, but the self still has a slight advantage because of the familiarity with the body, but that emptiness does not rob him of the body-

Retreating from the battlefield of the body that had no advantage, the empty will gathered into the man's right hand, and directly swept over the other force that inhabited there: the nightmare.

The power of the nightmares, which links the unreal and the real, has an almost indistinguishable unity with the nothingness, and the empty will to die completely engulfs it in an instant, and in the next moment it completely grasps this right arm.

Then the format of the battle changed......

From the spiritual level of the ** competition, the change has made the confrontation between the arm and the body.

In the next moment, the man was almost defeated.

Kan used his left hand to block the sharp blow of the right hand that turned into a hideous ghost claw to the face, and a blue fireball that exploded from the palm of his hand made him lose half of his face in an instant, and then suddenly turned into a phantom ghost claw and ignored any block and went directly to the beating heart in his chest, fortunately, the man didn't choose to block as if he knew the effect of this ability, but punched his right shoulder without any hesitation, so that the fatal blow launched by the out-of-control right arm locked on the heart staggered the original target, Only another bloody mass was pulled out of his chest...... That's his liver.

And although he avoided the fatal blow because of this, the man has fallen into an extremely passive position.

Neither ego nor instinct was unwilling to be in such a state, and he had the intention to regain the initiative and made an almost crazy decision in an instant.

Cut off your out-of-control right arm, return yourself to equality with this unknown enemy, and start the fight again like a re-stance.

Unfortunately, he is not alone in this idea.

A non-obvious brilliance suddenly flashed in the hand of the out-of-control right arm, and in the next moment, the palm that turned into a hideous ghost claw already held a completely black big sword, and completely swept the surrounding death aura into the sword body at a faster speed than that eye, and turned into a sharp slash that was enough to cut off the ** soul at the same time as setting off a violent wind!

Naturally, the man didn't sit back and wait for the split robe sword to cut him in two from his head downward, and a pale lightning burst out of his body, and he locked the slashed sword in an almost stagnant time, and his left hand, which was infused with the greatest magic power and became no less than a blade, struck out in an instant that was only a thousandth of a second.

He didn't shake the blade of the pitch-black magic sword in a delusional way, but just hit the spine of the sword on the side, sending the sword that would have fallen on his head to the right shoulder that was not far from the side.

There was no sound under the blow, because the edge of the blade had already slashed the air and the sound, and the scaly musculoskeletal that was harder than steel was not much better than a piece of tissue paper under the blade of the sword.

The out-of-control arm was finally separated from the body, but it was not only ** that was cut off......

The soul that consciousness could not touch was also cut in two by this sword, completely cutting off the nothingness that wanted to engulf itself.

-- This is not good news.

Because of the loss of nearly half of the spiritual power due to the slashing of the soul, the devil who was originally at peace in the depths of ** suddenly became restless.

Killing, violence, death, flesh, internal organs, **, he could almost see himself sinking into a blood-red mad** quagmire, the ground above his head, the sky under his feet, all he could see and feel was that blur of flesh and blood......

And the last glimmer of clarity is perceived by inevitable despair.

In the field of vision captured by the eyes that had lost the emptiness, the right arm that had detached from the body did not lie on the ground obediently, but quickly spread out a humanoid phantom from the facet of the shoulder, and then turned from the illusory to the real, and after less than a breath of time, it turned into a self reflected in a mirror.

The same face, the same facial features, and the same body shape, and even the outfit are exactly the same......

But unlike his confusion at the moment, the other party's expression was empty, piercing through all the emptiness.

- Like the embodiment of death and nothingness, the gods who transcend human existence!

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