At one end of the Black Sea, there is a black mist all year round, and the sun never sets. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the land where evil breeds, and even legends and epics are afraid to mention it, and humans call it "the land of shadows".

It has been 2,300 years since the great Saertan Diggs was defeated in the battle of the rebellion and his flesh and soul were torn apart.

The waves of the Black Sea crashed against the reef, roaring over hundreds of meters of cliffs in an attempt to invade the surface and swallow the sun's vague outline. Above the cliffs, the execution ground of the shadowy earth, stood countless rough stone pillars, and between the rocks floated a thick layer of black mud, emitting a foul stench—a mixture of blood and seawater.

The brown pillars were corroded by the sea, and chains forged from the steel of Atra bound hundreds of gigantic monsters. These descendants of the Diggs bloodline have all lost their heads, and the only thing above the neck is the sea breeze and fog barrier that rolls back and forth.

Even the long history of the Destruction Lord Pal North could not dispel the fear of the Diggs bloodline. He had not forgotten for a moment what he had done to the great King Sartan, who one day would be consumed by the flames of vengeance—unless the bloodline was to be wiped out of the world forever.

Now that his anxiety has finally been dispelled, and the last of the Diggs demons have been found in the Twin Moon Continent, the "Eye of Doom" predicts this moment.

"A pure noble bloodline is about to disappear. "The Eye of Doom" said.

Those who were bound on the execution ground were the last group of fugitives. In accordance with the custom of thousands of years, they were sent to the place of punishment and beheaded.

The lifeless body no longer has the brilliance bestowed by the power of the Origin, the scales are dull, the dark red muscles are exposed, and even some of the flesh has been rapidly weathered, leaving a white, ivory-like skeleton.

Between the white, red-and-black carrion forests, there were two dwarf corpses that looked out of place, the size of ordinary humans. It had the scales and membranous wings of a demon, its whole body turned blue-purple, its chains dug deep into its muscles, and its veins bulged out like maggots—it was clear that it was surprisingly weak in the Diggs family.

The other, with no head on its neck, could see white vertebrae and dark red throats, and because there was no hard cuticle, the rough chains almost cut the entire corpse into several pieces. Her soft skin was tarnished, but it was too smooth and delicate compared to the demons - this was a human, a woman!

Her upper body was so thin that only her skeleton remained, corpse spots crawling up to her pale skin, and blood stains scattered in splatters across her collarbone and chest. Clearly, life has left this body. From the slender figure, you can see the beauty she once had.

It was still a newborn body—her belly was high and bulging, covered with blue blood, intertwined like a spider's web. Under the thin and fragile skin and muscles, there is not a trace of trembling. If it had been a baby, it would have been dead long ago.

Babies who have never seen this world can only follow the fate of their parents.

Around the Pillar Execution Ground, Creeper Beasts, Eaters and Blighted Demons crawl and scream on the rock faces, and these energetic corpses are excellent nourishment for scavengers. They have no concept of pregnant humans, but their snow-white, soft, elastic flesh has a fatal attraction to them.

A devourer's eyes narrowed, purple pupils constricted into a thin line, yellow fangs open, and a low resonance from its nose and throat—a prelude to predation. Once it finds that the body is not a threat, it will not hesitate to bite open, swallowing blood and minced flesh into its abdomen.

However, the next moment, the mane on its whole body stood up like needles, and instinct told it that the crisis was coming.

It abandoned the food in front of it and leaped silently and rapidly, disappearing into the darkness. Almost at the same moment, all the low-level demons on the execution ground disappeared.

Because, an "Ultimate Eye" is about to come to the edge of the Black Sea, the land of punishment.

It is their untouchable, sacred and noble existence. Above the shadow earth, there are only five "Ultimate Eyes", who stand on the right and left of the demon king, who can see the past and predict the future. They are the wise men of the race, and their words can make living beings tremble and change history.

And at this moment, one of the supreme beings is walking between the reef and the plasma, walking towards the execution ground.

He is the "True Eye" of Souss Fried, born on the day of the Destruction of the Dynasty Zero, when the great King Saltan was killed by Par Nors. The moment he opened his eyes, it was a drastic change in the history of the demon race. His father died in Sartan's footing, and he became the sole direct heir to the lineage.

Parr hated his father, but feared his bloodline, because the prophecies of successive Fried's successors had come true, and he had become the "true eye" of the demons since the beginning of the hazy chaos.

Two thousand three hundred years is too young for a wise man, and this gives him something that a wise man should not have—irrational emotions.

Faced with the woman bound to the stone pillar, Ursus swelled with a strange, sacred emotion.

This emotion made Ursus wrapped in the power of the source, and a brilliant golden light flowed above the scales, passing through the slightly open, translucent membranous wings, turning into a warm golden yellow, like the color of the sunset in the human world. Transparent blood vessels were reflected in the dappled light and shadow, shining on the black dirt, and the blood reflected a dazzling light.

These freaks of light and dark shadows were a reflection of the violent collision in Yusus's heart, which should not have appeared in a demon race, the demon was cruel by nature, let alone a descendant of a noble bloodline with wisdom as the source of life.

However, it was as if he heard a voice from the void, and the future he saw burned his mind as if he had experienced it himself, a test that every prophet must go through.

His inner voice said to him, "Execute the will of the origin of the world, and make everything true." "He had to make a choice, even to the point of giving up his near-endless life.

This impulse and enthusiasm made him forget his father's blood and the family motto: "The 'true eye' does not step into history." ”

The light from Eusus's body covered the darkness around him, and he slowly walked to the corpse of the dead woman, kneeling on one knee. The human was thinner than a wild deer, and he had to be careful not to hurt her bulging belly.

Then, with great care, he peeled off the bruised skin, and the placenta, covered with a white film, was suddenly exposed to his eyes, and the blood had turned black and accumulated in the criss-crossing veins.

Ursus listened with bated breath for a moment, sensing a faint heartbeat coming from the placenta. He suppressed his surging thoughts, and his claws passed through the transparent amniotic fluid, and he took out a baby that was indistinguishable from a human appearance, with fine black hair, pink and white fragile skin, and sculpted facial features—a perfection different from that of a demon.

The baby did not cry, did not even breathe, as if he was in a deep sleep, like his mother, and was moving into another world.

Ursus gently held the baby in his arms, the golden light covering the baby's face, and he felt an inexplicable joy that could not be explained in words of wisdom.

Suddenly, the baby's eyes opened, bright as obsidian and cold as ice. Red flames rose around the young creatures, tongues of flame swaying rapidly, climbing and stretching in the darkness.

Fear rose from the bottom of Ursus's heart, and he lifted the baby high and chanted the future as he saw it: "Odin, Odin, you are the god of the new world!"