There is a wind that flows slowly through the ruins of the building, blowing a heavy black mist. The black fog here is particularly thick, and it is also particularly uncomfortable.

It finally slowed down, and in the midst of the ruins, the tattered burqa rustled against the tattered and eroded ground.

It was the only sound in the silent black fog.

It seems that this place should have been a magnificent city at the same time, and from the remains of the buildings, everything here seems to be very, very large, except that everything in the wooden structure has decayed, only some square, and some stone remains of some shapes can be faintly seen, but the reliefs and the like on it have been blurred under the erosion of the black fog, and they no longer have the value of cultural relics.

It was hidden in the darkness, its scarlet eyes surveying the surrounding landscape, but it was letting out a low, mocking laugh.

He could feel the creatures who had hidden themselves in their hideouts as much as they could, with eyes full of disgust, hatred, repression, madness, the beasts breathing low and staring at him.

There are no monsters born in the black mist, although they pose no threat to it.

It continued on its way, through the flat and wide squares, along the high mountains, on the almost decaying stone staircase, layer by layer, section by section. It's not that it doesn't want to go faster, but if it does, it might cause the displeasure of the owner of the place.

An angry word that might already be crazy will make it sad.

Just keep walking, the high staircase seems to have no end, I don't know where the wind whines, but it can't blow the loose-looking burqa on its body, the black fog here is even thicker, the black fog allows it to only see a small field of vision under its feet.

After a long time, it finally reached the last step.

The sound of muffled breathing around it was audible, and it chuckled under its breath again, teasing the poor creatures who were holding it back.

You may be the last of them, but you are also coming to the end of your life. It thought to itself.

Since it had encountered no obstacles along the way, it was still unfazed for now, and the filthy Lord of Darkness continued on its way, and then it finally saw what it wanted to see.

A huge giant finally came into view, the creature sitting naked on the ground, hunched at his knees, burying his whole face in the crook of his arm, motionless, like a sculpture.

The Lord of Darkness could see the slow heaving of his chest, and the rot that was slowly spreading as his arm was eroding him, tormenting him.

This is a legend. The Lord of Darkness can clearly identify the strength of the other party from the breath of the other party.

Tsk tsk.

The Lord of Darkness shook his head, but he was overjoyed that such a creature could only be tortured here. In front of this huge guy, he is now in human form, as small as an ant.

The Lord of Darkness continued on his way, and then saw many giants along the way, either dead, decomposed, detached, emitting a foul smell, or dying, motionless, suppressing everything about himself, movements, emotions, voices.

As visitors to the abyss, the Lords of Darkness, nourished by negative emotions, are very familiar with the emotions of the giants who are still alive, and it remembers that whenever it was born in this sea of emotions, it was always accompanied by a series of disasters and deaths, accompanied by endless, unforgettable pain.

What a wonderful memory, thought to the heart of the weak Lord of Darkness.

If it weren't for the regular harvesting of decaying souls by their king, this would have been a wonderful place.

Then he stopped, and despite the black fog in front of him, he faintly saw the outline of a huge throne, almost obscuring the sky in front of him, and even everything, and then a giant sat on this throne.

When the Lord of Darkness realized and stopped, an infinite and majestic aura pressed against it, and even made it breathless.

The oppressive calm is finally broken.

"How dare you stand before me, unclean from the abyss, creepers, nameless rats," the voice said, loud and empty, "say something interesting as soon as possible before I trample your slippery body." ”

"Hehehehe......" The Lord of Darkness chuckled in a low voice, unabashedly mockery, even as some moving giants began to gather around him, unabashedly showing his murderous intent to it: "Eternal Lord of Giants, Lord of Ice, Lord of Failed Wars, Yumilia, you are a great being. ”

The giants around it became agitated, and all the creatures let out a low growl at it, especially the taste of corruption in their mouths.

"But you are still bound here, with your people, with this pathetic, crumbling world, if as a sacrifice, how sad it is. ”

"I've changed my mind, get out of here, despicable reptile, you'll never be welcome here. ”

The negativity around him was frantically agitated, and the Lord of Darkness felt that his words seemed to have a great effect.

"You still seem to be afraid of the power that has faded into the dust of history, bound by the vows of the past!" "The Lord of Darkness roared passionately, and with his emotional voice, he could always switch between different human emotions if he wanted to, "Open your eyes and see! The world is in tatters now! If you choose to stay in such a place and die with your people—"

"Look back. ”

It was a little confused by the sudden interruption: "What do you mean?"

The restless giants around them suddenly fell silent.

The Lord of Darkness looked back at where he had come.

“——。 ”

It clearly felt the sharp line of sight, piercing through the black mist, ignoring the limitations of time and space, projecting from the infinitely distant end, that gaze was full of fanaticism and determination, even if a pair of eyes had been dimmed and eroded by the black mist.

It froze in place, the ground shaking beneath its feet.

"You're just a rat who doesn't know anything, poor worm, even if you once controlled the power of the little hand. The huge foot stepped on, and the body that the Lord of Darkness had finally condensed ended in an instant: "Let's go back and roll in the filthy mire of the abyss, self-righteous bug." ”

The King of the Giants retracted his feet, he always looked at the distant side, the Three Horsemen of the Flame always full of enthusiasm, fearlessness, and intimidation, even if these guys had long since disappeared into the dust of history.

"The ignorant. ”

But the giants certainly don't confine themselves to this desperate land just because of the Three Horsemen and an ancient oath.