There is a stone in the continent of Axel, which is dull and dull, but extremely hard, which can not only resist the power of the dragon, but also withstand the energy attack of the rakshasas, called obsidian.

- "Axar Continent"

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Exal, translated from a distant archaic, means exile.

The continent of Axar is full of dangers.

Most of them are heterogeneous amusement parks.

Dragons roar and declare their territorial rights, rakshasas wreak havoc in search of fresh flesh, giants run wild in the mountains and forests in search of food to fill their stomachs, cannibal flowers and bones hide in the shadows, waiting to bloom, ghouls wander around and perform their duties as scavengers of the continent...

The human turtle cowered behind the tall walls, barely breathing.

For humans, the Axar Continent is by no means a qualified place to live and breed.

Because here, not only is there a dangerous heterogeneous ring feed, but also its special soil makes it extremely difficult to grow, and only a few specific plants can be grown. And these plants are not suitable for human consumption.

The main source of food for humans is the flesh and blood of those at the top of the food chain.

The cruel thing is that every hunt comes at a great cost. It's not so much about hunting as it is about being hunted.

Inside the city walls, such a scene can often be seen. When buying food, the hands of those who took the meat trembled. There is still blood on the meat. Behind the meat, there may be the lives of several warriors.

After every hunt, there was mourning within the city walls, and after the grief had passed, people returned to normal life, but what many people did not notice was that in the depths of their hearts, there was a hint of happiness.

Thankfully, the population has become smaller and the need for food has decreased.

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Tall walls are scattered throughout the continent of Axel.

The areas within the closed city walls have a common characteristic, that is, they are full of solemn black.

Walls, houses, streets, temples... All the buildings were built with the most prolific obsidian in the Banished Continent.

The huge shadow cast by the tall city walls covers almost half of the area, accentuating the black tone of the walls.

Within the city walls, there are huge temples.

Prayers came from there.

The prayer does not come from a knot plucked by the fingertips or a rotating prayer cylinder, but from the huge prayer machines in the temple.

The high-frequency prayer signal pointed straight into the sky, through the atmosphere, and into the golden auspicious clouds known as the "Bridge of the Gods".

auspicious clouds surround the whole world. At night, it resembles an iridescent of bronze, and at noon, the fiery red sun turns orange here.

The temples are made of uncarved obsidian, but there is not a trace of the obsidian connection on the walls.

The temple gates and surrounding walls are adorned with intricate carvings of musicians and dancers, warriors and dragons, gods and goddesses, beasts and entertainers, lovers and demihumans, guards and gods.

Inside the temple gate, there is a huge square. The huge prayer machines were scattered in it.

Behind the prayer machine is a statue of the deity placed inside the shrine.

In front of the prayer machine, there was a long and orderly line.

There was not a single human voice in the square, only the feeble roars of the alien beasts imprisoned in the light of the gods.

These strange beasts include cows, royal birds, saliva insects...

The cow's eyes were red, he kept snorting, and his legs were rubbing the ground anxiously. The Epimedium ** is extremely strong, but the Epimedium in the temple was castrated by humans, but the removal of the genitals did not suppress the Epimedium ** in the slightest.

The royal bird kept a tone and called, and his voice was hoarse, which made the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the square a little more aggravated.

The emperor bird is called the emperor bird because of its feathers on the top of its head that resemble a crown and its royal temperament of dying for freedom. The voice of the emperor bird is not tactful and melodious, but it is far from being hoarse, but there is only one possibility for such a call, that is, the voice is made like this by a long time of chirping, and it also makes such a call that fits the environment, which is really weird.

Salivore, herbivorous, myriaped mollusk, named for its large amount of saliva. Because it eats grass, its saliva has a peculiar fragrance, and because it has many feet and resembles a brush, some people have thought of taming saliva insects to clean the ground.

However, this method of clearing the ground was not widely used, and was basically only seen inside the temple.

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What's even more amazing is that the eyes of these animals do not have the ignorance that animals should have, but instead shine like humans...

The people inside the temple were clearly accustomed to these animals, and everyone in line had their eyebrows lowered and their hands folded like black statues.

The people in line were all dressed in uniform black robes, and if it weren't for the sudden appearance of flesh-colored palms, the whites of their eyes, and their teeth, it would have made people think that these people were all black all over their bodies.

These people are the main human race on the continent of Axar - the obsidian.

Also known as the seed of iniquity.

"Black represents sin".

Legend has it that the black color of the obsidian seed is formed by sins that cannot be washed away.

Obsidian spends his life atoning for his sins, to the gods in his heart.

When their devotion is extreme, the gods hear their prayers and bring them into the heavenly court to fight for them.

Dying for the gods of faith can be said to be the lifelong wish of every obsidian.

Because only in this way will they be cleansed of their sins and will have that glimmer of eternal life.

The gods are merciful.

Eternal life is the greatest gift that the gods have bestowed on mortals.

And to achieve eternal life, one must pass the test of the master of karma. Only the most devout believers in the Lord are eligible for eternal life.

The Masters of Karma are a mysterious group of people who are scarce and mysterious as the spokesmen of the gods in the mortal world.

Outwardly, karmic masters are the polar opposite of obsidian seeds, they are basically white.

As the people who hold the greatest gift of the gods, they just confirm a saying on the exile continent -

"Black is a sin that is attached to the obsidian seed and cannot be washed away."

Almost all obsidian species are accustomed to their status at the bottom of society, and even the pink species, they feel that they should have a respectful attitude.

For obsidians, they will only do things as husband and wife after they have officially confirmed their relationship, otherwise they will think that they have created another sin.

But the powder seed was born to satisfy the primitive desires of human beings.

It can be said that in the eyes of the obsidian, the pink species is riddled with sins, but it is also far lighter than the black species.

Because the pink seed is pink, and they, are black.

God says that the color of the human body changes gradually, according to the severity of sin.

And the ability to assimilate all colors of black is the heaviest manifestation of sin.

That's why the pink seed should deserve the respect of the obsidian species.

This is true for powders, not to mention other colors.

They seem to have forgotten that they bought food with their lives...

The huge obsidian population, naturally there are also deviant people, their faces are branded with the word "black seal", the serious ones are pulled out of the soul, put into the body of the beast, experience a different kind of pain, just like every temple, regardless of the size of the incense boom and bust, can see the cow, the royal bird, the saliva worm, the temple to the world to warn.

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This day is another ordinary day of exile from the mainland.

The bridge of the gods spans across the sky, and a round of tomorrow hangs high above it, and the two compete for glory, and you can't look at each other directly.

In the city of Damsava, the vast majority of people are repeating the same routine that has not changed for thousands of years - building parts for weapons. After selling the weapon parts, use the few coins to pray at the coin-operated prayer machine in the temple, and then go to buy food to end the day.

At this moment, in front of a dilapidated temple, an obsidian old man is holding a book, staring at a monkey in front of him in a daze...