"Home of Sandstorms, Temple of Seth......"

Magellan's whispers were heard throughout the valley in the wind, and then a group of real monsters were awakened. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They were inhuman, half-beasts, with the appearance of an ancient Emankai god, but at heart they were a pack of bloodthirsty beasts. They are part of this bloody world, shaped by the world and shaped by the world, entangled and inseparable.

So when they charged, Magellan really felt the oppression from the whole world.

A black frenzy flooded the turquoise meadows, and almost instantly, Magellan could already make out the monstrous face of the monster covered in black carapace.

He swung his sword and sliced the tall camel in half, dodging the strange blade of the spear, and then sliced through the tide rushing towards him with a sword big enough to slice through the ocean.

But that's not enough.

The tide is followed by the tide, and it is the whole world that is trying to surround him.

Magellan made blood, but he was not sure whether he had caused death.

Every corpse, even a piece of minced flesh, a pool of blood, is constantly causing trouble, and every component of the monster is making a defiant cry towards Magellan and does not hesitate to turn it into reality.

The sun ran coldly, casting a cold last glimpse on the ground and sinking into the darkness.

Magellan lifted his black-covered feet, looked at the vision that was still clear in the darkness, and felt the coldness of absolute sanity once again after a long time.

It's intoxicating.

Without wasting a single ounce of strength, when he was covered in black carapace, Magellan had turned this army into an invisible background under the grass.

He had the strength of an army, and Magellan was well aware that this was not a metaphor or an exaggeration, but a fact.

Finally, he was able to see Seth's temple.

"Welcome, new warrior. ”

A voice like a sandstorm echoed in the sky, and it undoubtedly belonged to the bloodthirsty god himself.

"You've proven yourself to be a tyrant, so use your ambition to prove that you're worthy of sacrificing me!"

The god ended his proclamation with a wild laugh, and then in the middle of the dunes, a different monster appeared.

It was an upright hippopotamus.

Magellan realized that he had been so wrong when the other man raised his weapon, a black monster with a human body and a hippopotamus head.

He swirled wildly as he swung his grotesque-looking pure black blade in a mixture of sand and blood, whirling wildly.

It was the wheel of the god of war passing through the sky, rumbling like thunder, and the monster mastered the spin with terrifying power, allowing its danger and beauty to reach places that mortals could never reach.

Magellan let out a cold snort, and the sound became strange and dangerous as it passed through the black carapace, like himself now.

But when he swung his sword to end the show, the performer on the opposite side revealed more power than Magellan could have imagined.

It was like a dangerous whirlpool, and before it could be split, the monster rushed to Magellan's side at an unseen speed, sending him flying while leaving a wound in the latter's chest.

Magellan's eyes widened in rage as he watched as crimson blood gushed out of his chest and fell into the black mud on the ground, drawing a patch of green grass.

He raised his sword in the air and stabbed it into the whirlpool, only to see the blade flicked to the side, and the monster was almost touching him.

"Ahh

A sensible roar echoed through the sand as Magellan watched as a black blade sliced through his flank, almost touching his spine, and then grabbed the hippopotamus' throat under the head with his free left hand.

His right hand stuck his sword into the ground, blocking the blade that nearly cut him off, but now, half of his right body was almost unconscious.

The monster didn't struggle, it just convulsed unconsciously after it died, and then fell quietly to the ground.

Magellan's left hand held the head of a hippopotamus aloof, and he made a silent provocation to the cavalry on the dunes on all sides, and the white moon flashed in the black clouds, and at that moment, the pure black carapace reflected the moonlight and converged into a river.

Then the second monster went down the dune.

It was a shriveled dwarf, like a poisonous snake stuffed into a black box, always looking for a target to vent.

Magellan didn't move, half of his body still focused on the pain, unable to support him wielding his sword.

So the dwarf swaggered up to Magellan.

It raised its head, beak and large, misshapen eyes forming a comical face, but at that moment, a shadow flashed in Magellan's mind.

Gnomes soar into the sky.

It was teasing Magellan, and wanted to prolong his surprise as much as possible in order to please itself. The wings on the dwarf's back skimmed the back of Magellan's head, and the dust it brought up rustled across the carapace.

Magellan lay on the ground, and under the wound on his flank, green grass grew, blossomed, and bore fruit.

The gnome screamed in anger.

It doesn't want to see such an opponent, that's a shame.

So the gnomes poured a rain of scimitars on Magellan.

The latter waved his long sword in embarrassment, watching the black spots in the sky nimbly dodge the blades made of seawater, and let out a silent curse from his mouth.

Then finally, the gnome stopped.

Magellan on the ground crawled up, his wounds healed.

When he looked up at the little black dot in the sky, Magellan was convinced in his heart that he was going to win.

He didn't need a reason, just like just now, when he was sure he could stand up, he stood up.

So Magellan jumped up and grabbed the dwarf's wing with one hand.

They scuffled in the air, fell, made strange noises from under the black carapace, and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing into a huge bunker.

Magellan rose from the grass, leaving behind a corpse, hidden in a brocade of flowers, visibly rotting to the naked eye.

He got stronger.

It was just an idea, and then the idea became a reality.

Magellan was pleasantly breathing and dissatisfied with the boredom of the world.

Then a great toy appeared.

It was a chariot, with four camels rushing wildly, with no guardians on it, only a monster and a rack full of weapons.

"Huh. ”

For the first time, the monster Magellan laughed, he swung his blade at the camel's leg, and the monster on the chariot was indifferent.

Then Magellan flew out.

Half of his body was smashed by the chariot, his black carapace torn apart, mixed with dark red blood and flesh sprinkling on the dunes.

The monster let out a furious roar.