Eldmund Bloodcave, the last emperor of the orcs, is also the emperor in the true sense of the word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Three thousand years ago, the last Emperor Eldemon, the commander of the Orcs, the eight clans of the Orcs, and the tens of thousands of tribes of the Beasts, were the only emperors recognized by billions of Orcs.

In the Records of the Evildoers of the Holy See of Light, Eldmund is the eighteenth felon, but he is also the only beast emperor recognized by the Holy See of Light for ten thousand years.

Like the Beast Emperors before Eldmund, Sarakhaki Broken Hand, Guldami Shadowmoon, Targas Chew Bone, and other thirteen were just the lords of a certain clan or several clans in the eyes of the Holy See of Light, and most of them were ranked outside the hundredth in the Record of the Evildoers.

The Age of Light began at the end of the Orc Age, in the dark years when the Orcs dominated the continent and fed on all races, Eldmund's giant claws shrouded the skies of the entire world, and the giant claws brutally suppressed the will of all those who resisted.

Beneath those giant brown claws, countless creatures are wailing and weeping, and the huge throne of blood and bone rises day and night in the Cosmo steppes of the far north, and the desperate souls are imprinted on the throne, screaming the most vicious curses, revealing the brutal nature of a generation of emperors.

Even on the day when the Throne of Light descended on the Northland Grasslands three thousand years ago, the brutal king was reduced to ashes in the holy light, and the remnants of the orcs fled into the Cosmo Mountains with reluctance and humiliation, and thousands of creatures in the world were still in panic for five full years.

"My father died 3,000 years ago under that hypocritical throne!

In the giant city of Cosmo, a quarter of the blood-colored cloud trembled, and a huge blood beast popped out of the blood cloud and roared at the five flying figures.

"Your father?"

The five paladins looked shocked, as ancient and powerful beings, they had experienced that terrifying and suffocating era, and they had also seen the terrifying figure like an abyssal demon, and even, in the middle of the night in the giant city of Cosmo, they would wake up in the middle of the night, because they had experienced that nightmare in this city.

"Eldmund, isn't he long dead?"

The legendary paladin was so frightened that he couldn't maintain his figure anymore, and one after another his sturdy body fell out of the shadow, and the silver armor instantly burst out with brilliant white light, tearing the dark night to shreds!

"My father, the great Eldmund Bloodcave, died three thousand years ago!" Divasis' voice was as cold as the eyes of the Far North, "but one of your knights deceived me, an orc who had struggled for more than three thousand years in the agony of losing his father, and made a pact with me that could never be fulfilled, and reproached me for breaking the contract, is this the glory and virtue of your knights?"

"Contract?" the five paladins were stunned for a moment, followed by boundless rage, "Who! Who dares to write a contract in the name of that devil! This is a blasphemy against my lord!"

The holy light boiled, and the holy light in the sky turned into scorching white flames, falling from the sky with the wrath of the legendary knight, and falling on the giant city of Cosmo, which had been divided in two.

The remnants of the red flames were extinguished in an instant, the white flames scorched the darkness, and the darkness of the streets and alleys was swallowed up little by little, revealing the filthy truth below, the corpses that had been drained of blood were scattered everywhere, and the desperate, distorted faces were propped up by two tall stork bones, revealing indescribable desolation.

Old Bishop Miser stood up from the corner of the street tremblingly, his cloudy and tired eyes ignoring the five noble paladins in the sky who were unbridled and venting their anger, and his old face was full of sighs at the loss of life.

"How much does the war have to do with you?"

He waved his dry hands, and the faint spiritual power squeezed out of his dry soul sea, hooking the remnants of the light element, chanting the magic of light—purification.

The light without a trace of impurities was as clear as the eyes of the holy light, and hope descended from the unknown space above the heavens, and the small flying feathers were wrapped around the sides of the hands, and as the chanting continued, one after another pure and immaculate light elves emerged from the void, dancing lightly, and flying towards the dry corpses in front of them with the small flying feathers.

The twisted soul broke free from the corpse, the pain and hatred deteriorated into a sea of twisted souls, and the hideous faces wriggled in the ocean with empty eyes, like the supreme creation of the alchemist, the Philosopher's Stone.

Miser's face was gradually enveloped in sorrow, and every twisted soul in front of him kept a vivid and beautiful memory in him, which was the piety and anticipation of entering Cosmo Cathedral on a sunny morning.

And now, the purity of walking in the light has turned into a turbidity that can only struggle in the dark.

"You have suffered......"

The old mage wanted to cry without tears, and the baptism of years had closed all his tear ducts, and the sourness of his eyes made him unable to feel the beauty of a bitter cry, leaving only endless grief swirling in his heart.

The light rained down, the darkness was banished, hope came, the pure light of the purification technique fell into the churning sea of souls, the void suddenly murmured, the deep blue pupils of the angels suddenly appeared, and the light of the eyes of compassion fell into the sea of twisted souls.

The silent Cosmo Cathedral once again glowed with white light, the angel's wings spread out from nothingness, and a faint murmur resounded throughout the Cosmo Giant City.

“......

When the dawn breaks through the darkness

The cold is driven away by the sun

All things are awakened in the grace of the Lord

A new day is yours

Infinite life is yours

We can't control every second

......”

The dependent believers were awakened from their fear, and one by one they knelt on the ground reverently, their foreheads pressed against the ground, fear sliding down the tears in the corners of their eyes, and their hearts returned to peace in the murmur.

“......

At the beginning of a new day

We remember your kindness

Make a voice of praise in your heart

By the morning of the Lord

Our hearts are fresh

Our spirit is fresh

Everything is new

......”

Angels trembled, and endless rain of light fell, different from the previous fierceness, each light feather carried the power to purify the soul.

The mournful soul wails rang out, the sea of twisted souls stirred, and the souls that died in resentment were hideous, roaring, and roaring.

"It hurts~"

"It hurts~"

............

In the past, in the present, the essence of darkness rolls in the light, scorching the bodies of despair, and weeping permeates the bodies of these poor people.

They are resisting, they are roaring, they are rejecting all that the Light will give them, but, as the saying goes, even the dragon will remain silent before God.

Therefore, these struggles are destined to be useless.

In the giant city of Cosmo, the soft white light lit up and bloomed everywhere, and in the white light, the gray resentment gradually dissipated, and the cursed soul gradually calmed down, revealing a happy smile.

"Praise My Lord"

The five paladins who were hovering in anger and fear stared at the giant city of Cosmo in horror, and they were frightened by Eldmund, and they could not fully react to such a miracle, so they could only say such insincere words according to the instinct imprinted in their hearts.

"What a hypocritical deity!"

Divasis sighed disdainfully, and the blood-colored clouds gradually sank into the six-pointed star array, disappearing into the six tall totemic pillars. (To be continued.) )