In later historical records, this day is known as the Day of Blindness......

Due to the suddenness of the attack of the heavens and their magical creatures, the Attath Holy War army was forced to fight the enemy in extremely unfavorable circumstances. In order to gain the initiative in the battle, Fahd of the Scorpion tribe concentrated almost all of his cavalry and chanters to outflank the enemy's back from the northern flank.

Fahd's sister Fatumah personally guarded the southern flank and central front of the army, which had lost the protection of its cavalry and psykers, and the lack of protection from the mounted archers allowed the Yaksha and demigod heroes under the command of the Celestials to get close to the unbridled rain of slanting arrows. Countless people have been blinded by arrows, so this day is known as the Day of Blindness.

But the believers of the first cause did not retreat, and inspired by the fanatical religious fervor, Fahd was right. Although the southern flank and the central front suffered heavy casualties and almost collapsed, they always held their positions and did not give an inch. "Where the Scorpion Tail Banner has been raised, it must not fall!" the priests, armed with scimitars, shouted to the warriors. Even the women who came with their tribes went to war to inspire their husbands and sons.

Then, even incentives are not enough. So the women also took up arms and went straight to the battlefield. Chief Zalandin's sister personally led an army of women to inflict a suicidal assault on Mistara's magical creatures, and now she is dead on the battlefield with a sword on her head.

Fatoumah herself was shot three times, but she refused to leave the battlefield while Muhadi was still fighting. With each arrow, she pulled it out and fired it again at the enemy. When the Psychic Warlock himself noticed the stalemate on the battlefield and used an ability to teleporter her to retreat temporarily. She replied, at least with a hard shrug. "Yes, we have suffered heavy casualties. Yes, we are in disarray. Yes, you asked me to stand back and take shelter. But I'm still going to attack. ”

Fahd's gamble succeeded, and under his command the elven archers managed to break down the right flank of snake lizards and other magical creatures, and then outflank the enemy's rear. Every time a magical creature of the heavens falls, the Witch King Draegos uses necromancy to activate the corpse to turn into a zombie. In order to pay the life force required for magic, vast swaths of vegetation were eroded by corrupt light waves, turning black and lodging.

As time went on, more and more undead joined the fray. In later legends, the souls of the fallen dead fought for days until the end.

The Witch King Dragos almost single-handedly defeated most of the Mistara demigod heroes. The undead are not really gods, but they do have divine blood flowing in them, and they may be descendants of gods or elects who have been given some divine powers.

As early as the Battle of Purification, Dragos realized that divinity and magic, psionic powers, and druid magic were not the same in nature, and that many abilities that could withstand magic or abilities were useless in the face of divine attacks. Battles with the gods are extremely tough, and the witch kings often need to join forces to besiege in order to defeat the best of the gods.

Driven by the necessities of war and curiosity, the Undead Witch King set out to dissect the corpses of the gods he could find. And in the process of studying the boundaries between death and death, faith and reason, immortality and mundaneness. Many of the most shocking moments were made by Dragos during this period. For example, he once believed that the power of the gods came from the faith of the believers. But what is unbelievable is that the power of the dragon god is no less than that of the kobold god, although the latter has 10,000 times more believers than the former, and Cheng Dù is also more determined. This fact proves that the power of the god Atas has nothing to do with faith.

He also revealed, this so-called gods, albeit exalted, surrounded themselves with legends and superstitions. But they behave almost like mortals, they also have seven emotions and six desires, they can be injured, and they can be killed. They can reproduce, they can be deceived, or misled. They are not omniscient, nor are they omnipotent.

But on the other hand, there is a world of difference between these gods and mortal things. They don't need food, they don't age, they don't get sick and they don't die a normal death. They are immortal.

What is it that causes the gods to attain this immortality? No matter how much he tried, he could not manifest a particular existence in the gods that brought immortality.

Until one day, he realized a new fact. Perhaps what really makes the gods immortal is not what they are and what they have, but what they are not and what they lack.

After countless realizations, either mad or terrifying, Dragos named the missing ingredient of the gods in his hypothesis as mortal. But even a genius like him cannot assert the reason why this mortal nature is really the reason for the world's difference between gods and men.

In the aftermath of the Battle of Purification, Dragos unexpectedly hears about the legend of a powerful otherworldly mage, the Night Witch, and her powerful magic that can deprive a person of mortal nature. After several twists and turns, the Immortal Witch King finally got his hands on the remnants of the Night Witch's spell book and some of the actual materials. Using this, he devised his own ascension spell, stripped himself of his mortal nature to become a new god.

Ebu Polis, the self-proclaimed dragon king, sabotaged Dragos's plans, destroying him along with his city-state of Mystner, along with all the research notes and spell materials...... Truth be told, millennia later, and Dragos, who has become a lich, is less concerned about death. But as soon as I think of the great knowledge that is close to the present, but then lost. The thought of having to start all over again at the thought of having come so close to discovering the great unknown erupted in an uncontrollable rage in the heart of the undead who should have been dead.

With most of the spell notes and research devices destroyed, the Undead Witch King never had a chance to complete his spell of canonization. However, using the remaining information, although Dragos could not restore the spell that stripped the mortal nature, he unexpectedly understood a spell of the opposite nature, which could inject the mortal nature into the body of the divine being.

Although this spell consumes an unimaginable amount of life force, it also works wonders against the gods. The divine beings who originally thought they were immune to all kinds of spells and abilities suddenly realized that they were so fragile and fell one after another.

Because of this, this day is also known as the Day of Blindness by the Mistara people. Because when the sun's rays were obscured by the spells of the undead witch king, the brahmin demigod heroes fell like fallen leaves, and the golden light emitted from their bodies gradually dimmed and finally disappeared.

But this is not the end, an even more terrible fate awaits them. Every time a powerful demigod hero falls, Draegos uses necromancy to activate his corpse and plunge into battle again. At this point, their consciousness had been completely wiped out, leaving only the voice of the Witch King to echo in their minds forever.

With the power of the undead, the Atas gradually gained a foothold. At this time, the battle between Muhadi and the Monkey King Hanuman also happened to enter the white-hot stage, and after a fierce battle that was difficult for outsiders to detect, the Psychic Warlock used his ability to extinguish the soul fire of the Monkey King.

However, the huge body of the Monkey King did not fall after death, and was still suspended majestically in the sky. In the next instant, the soul fire that should have been extinguished was revived. Hanuman came back to life as if he had not been hurt at all.

The Psychic Warlock obviously didn't expect the Monkey King to be resurrected, and he was hit hard by the opponent's divine power when he was caught off guard. He fell from the sky, and three different psionic energies began to fight back as if they had a consciousness of their own.

The undead noticed that while each of the three strange abilities was powerful, only one of them was familiar. It's not surprising that after all this time, it's normal for Rajat to learn something new.

The strange thing is that although the primordial warlock can also use psionic energy and other abilities, his magic strength is obviously far superior to the rest, why does he never choose to cast spells? Although the god of the Mistara is so powerful that even he may not dare to say that he will win, the magic of the primordial warlock should be able to handle it.

The triple ability distorts and focuses on the Monkey King, each of these three heavy blows successfully killing the Monkey King in mid-air, but each time he comes back to life without damage. The Psychic Warlock fell faster and faster, eventually falling into the lake at the bend of the river below.

The Witch King Malik immediately confronted Hanuman, a master of enchanted magic whose magic was not long enough to fight. Soon, Malik fell to the downside, and the bow and arrows of the beast lord Loudra, the fire god Ajuni's ruining miè black flame, and the illusion of the phantom king Moro were also weakening the power of the witch king in all directions.

Instead of rushing to help, Draegos continued to deal with the remnants on the ground. Malik was besieged by the four gods, and he was clumsy on his left and right, and had no choice but to conjure up the original form of the dragon.

It was hard to imagine that such a huge dragon body could fly so lightly, the dragon's black scales glittering like polished gems, and the scales on its throat were as red as burning coals because of the scorching dragon's breath. When he spewed out the flames, the entire dim world seemed to be lit up by the light of the dragon flame, and a long shadow was drawn behind each person and god, as if a bright lightning bolt suddenly flashed on a rainy night.

This is what the Psychic Warlock saw in his last moments before he fell into the lake.

The water in the lake was warm, and due to refraction, the battle outside was suddenly invisible. The psychic sorcerer sank in, approaching the bottom of the lake, foot by foot.

Three distinct, incompatible abilities roared within him, vying for dominance. The ability to run out of control caused bright blue streaks all over his body, like some kind of weird tattoo. His eyes also sparkled with light, illuminating the dark waters of the lake.

Countless white gauze jellyfish inhabit this lake, the smallest is only the size of a water cup, and the largest canopy is twenty or thirty feet in diameter, and the tentacles are hundreds of feet long. They rise and fall in the gentle current, their tentacles drifting with the current. Most jellyfish have a faint fluorescence on their lids and tentacles, barely visible.

There are so many jellyfish, so many. The smaller jellyfish gathered together like huge white clouds. They fluoresce like the occasional lightning bolt in a cloud. The larger jellyfish were slightly less numerous, but when they collectively rose from the depths of the lake, they looked like mushrooms growing many times faster, and it was a spectacular sight.

The sight of the largest and most amazing jellyfish moving in the system is simply breathtaking. As its massive body rose from the psychic sorcerer's side, the latter felt like a tower had been erected in front of him. The white gauzy canopy fanned dreamily, and in the dark part of the center are microorganisms that live in symbiosis with jellyfish, which rely on jellyfish to drive away predators and also feed back to jellyfish through photosynthesis and synthetic nutrients. The fluorescence flickered unconsciously with the long tentacles of these giant jellyfish, like a dream.

Among the three spiritual powers, the one that belonged to the Primordial Warlock was the most powerful and the most domineering. But every time he was about to gain dominance, Thousand Souls and Muhadi's ontological consciousness would unite to fight back, and the situation was once again deadlocked.

Sink and keep sinking.

The lake became darker. Aside from the blue light emitted by the psychic warlock and the fluorescence from the jellyfish, darkness has reigned for a while, and the lake is simply unfathomable.

The deeper you go, the denser the jellyfish become, and almost every space is filled by them. At this time, the colony of small jellyfish no longer looks like white clouds, and the fluorescence makes them look like nebulae in the universe, shining.

And then there's the bigger jellyfish, which are shining all over and rising. They reminded the Psychic of the "Pillars of Creation", the magnificent structure of the Earth Scientist in the Eagle Nebula. Massive amounts of shimmering gas and dust make up a columnar object that is "up to" tens of light-years, and inside it, countless bright spots shine - young stars that are forming.

According to the habits of jellyfish, during the day they will rise and use sunlight to obtain nutrients, and in the dark they will go with the tide, rising and falling. The psychic mancer's body floated in the depths of the lake in which countless jellyfish were suspended, incomparably small, gradually sinking. The bits of fluorescence faded as he sank to the bottom of the lake where countless jellyfish stratiforms lived. The larvae of these jellyfish are so dense that they appear to be a thick pink fog in the presence of light, but in the darkness they merely block the fluorescence of adult jellyfish.

A small patch of sediment was splashed up and then slowly fell. The Psychic Warlock had sunk to the bottom of the sandy lake.

The voice of a thousand souls rang in Muhadi's mind, "I offer meteorites that fall from the stars, I offer long-forgotten songs, I offer bones of long-extinct creatures, I offer phoenix tail feathers that are reborn from the ashes, I offer the leaves of weeds that can be found everywhere, I offer the seeds of the oldest oak tree in the world. ”

"I offer untouchable fire, and I offer my true name, and I am like ** before the one who recites it. ”

"I will also offer my blood so that you may know my true nature. ”

"Come, Reaper, the last traveling companion, an experience shared by all...... Come, death!"

This is the memory of a thousand souls!, the psychic realized. At least, this is the memory of one of the thousand souls of a thousand souls, belonging to some ancient criminal on Atas sometime ago. As Thousand Souls tried to seize control of their bodies, their own memories were gradually revealed to Muhadi.

"Hug me, psionics, and open your mind. Thousands of voices rang out at the same time. "You see it yourself, and merging with us doesn't mean you lose your memories and emotions. All the elements that make you 'you' are not lost. In my body, thousands of souls are immortal. ”

Muhadi fought back, trying to keep the other man's voice out.

"You can't refuse us, psionics," the other's voice was still pervasive. "Because in your heart, you also know that joining us is your best choice. Without us, you can't fight the Primordial Warlocks. Without us, sooner or later your soul would be crushed by him, and there would be nothing left. Choose us, choose to survive. ”

"Nope. ”

"Still don't want to?" continued, Thousand Souls' voice. "If you're strong enough, you can even achieve dominance among a thousand souls. If you are wise enough, you can make a thousand souls obey your guidance. Then our spiritual powers will be completely at your disposal...... Choose us, choose power. ”

"Nope. ”

"Eliminate all impossible options, and the rest, even if it's hard to accept, can only be endured, isn't it?" a thousand voices roared. "Who else can you choose but me? Primordial Warlock? You will bring about your own destruction. Do you choose yourself? You are completely incapable of fighting the power of Rajat! If it were not for me, you would have been devoured!"

"No!" Muhadi retorted. "Why didn't you join me? without me, you wouldn't be able to fight against Rajat's power, and without me, you would be devoured!"

Without waiting for any reply, the power of the Thousand Souls had already receded, as if they had chosen to breathe in the corner. Another, more powerful, cooler force has once again gained the upper hand.

"Are you here to persuade me to give up resistance?" Mouhati asked in a loud voice in his mind. "Without me, you may never be able to fully occupy this body. ”

I don't need to be like that.

"Why, do you think you can defeat Thousand Souls by yourself, and me?" Sensing the other party's answer, the Psychic Warlock felt that the Primordial Warlock was bluffing, maybe he really should really consider a limited cooperation with Thousand Souls, even if it was to scare and scare him.

I don't need to think that I have defeated Thousand Souls and the man who called himself Muhadi.

Muhadi was puzzled, what was this, some kind of trick to deceive me, did he think I would be fooled?"If you have already defeated me and the Thousand Souls, then why haven't you controlled this body yet?"

I've been controlling this body, but you don't realize it yet. Sue me, who do you think you are? Muhadi was already dead, he was already dead when I took control of this body in the battle of the Pure Fortress.

"This can't be! I'm Muhadi!"

No, you're not him, you're just thinking you're him. Do you remember the connection between the young and talented female mage who struck the lifebox and the body during the battle of the Pure Fortress?

"Yes, I remember. Muhadi said that although he was unable to manipulate his body at the time, he still remembers what he saw...... He even remembered the supreme pleasure of the immense power flowing through his body, and how Satili had broken the connection of the life box at the end. Thinking of this, the Psychic realizes that Rajat calls Satili "a young and talented female mage", ah, how many mages will die of jealousy for this evaluation.

That spell contained the energy of the sun itself, and I had never seen anything like it...... Not only does it break the connection between the life box and the body, but it also causes damage to the soul itself. It destroys your memory.

"I remember who I am, I have a good memory. The Psychic Warlock responded.

No, it's not really a memory. You are actually me, a part of Rajat. It's just that when the soul is injured, it involuntarily grabs the remaining memories of this body and accepts it as its own...... The art of psychology is sometimes so wonderful, isn't it? In fact you are Rajat, but you have been misled by false memories and mistakenly thought that you are Muhadi, the young man who has long since died.

"It's the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard, and it's the biggest lie. ”

Do you think my disciples, the witch kings, are easy to deceive? Why do you think they believe that you are the Primordial Warlock? Do you think it's because of your lame acting skills? Why does the Succubus Queen of Imprint City think you're me? Because you're me.

"If you think you can fool me so easily, you're wrong!" Mouhathir roared.

Think about it with your psychic knowledge, amnesia can cause a misalignment of self-perception, a fact that the ancient psychic wizard Marcia presented. Take a good look at yourself, how many of the statements you have that echo the typical symptoms.

"You shameless liar, is this what the Primordial Warlock is capable of?!"

Denial is the most elementary stress response, followed by anger, grief, and acceptance. As a psyker, my incarnation, do you really need to go through all these steps like a normal person? Accept me directly, and you will know that I am right.

Above the heavy lake, the battle is over.

Eventually, Dragos chose to help his comrades fight the gods, and the two worked together seamlessly, showing that thousands of years of fighting side by side were not in vain.

However, no matter how they attack. How to squeeze the vitality of the natural world at any cost and unleash powerful spells that are absolutely impossible to appear on Atas. The Monkey King was always able to regenerate from death again and again, and go into battle again without any damage. The Undead Witch King tried to use his unique spell to inject mortality into the opponent's body and neutralize its divinity, only to be shocked to find that his spell had no effect.

If it weren't for the safety of his companions, Hanuman would rather continue to fight with these Atas mages. He could see that the incessant spell casting had exhausted them. But Moro had already regained his wounds, and Agnini and Kupila were about to lose their support. If the cost of victory is too great, then the heavenly court will also be shaken. So the Monkey King raised his head to the sky and roared, and then retreated with the heavens and the remnants of the demigod heroes.

Because of this, he missed the wonders of the next life.

The otherwise calm waters of the lake suddenly boiled, and the floating glowing jellyfish all died in just a few breaths, and huge bubbles bubbled up from the bottom of the lake to the jellyfish. The lake looks like a boiling kettle, churning violently.

The two Witch Kings, who were hesitant to dive down to save the Psychic Warlock, saw that the water in the entire lake had completely vaporized, and tens of billions of tons of superheated water vapor had burst out. Malik hurriedly used the kind of massive magic shield he used to protect himself from the sun. On the other side of the lake, huge waves of superheated air have left the surface unrecognizable.

The two witch kings saw a figure glowing with blue light rising from the bottom of the lake.

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