The dazzling light can make people stupid, and piety and worship make the Duke of El forget the word 'fate', which is full of obscure legends, because the gods of the clergy are called light, not imaginary fate, but often the unthinking decisions made are likely to be the precursors of doom.

The child who was once ridiculed by the noblewoman of the Tustin Kingdom as a 'bard dust' and a 'strange inheritor from the earth' not only did not lose his weak life in the chaotic capital, but instead made a move that was enough for him to be composed into an epic and legendary poem, which even the cardinal snooker who was planning the pattern of the distant continent in the Tustin Kingdom could not be imagined.

Of course, someone's arrival could be a disaster for the chaotic capital.

The night was teased by some bastard, and the east bloomed brightly.

Standing above the black castle, the door of space was like a gate to heaven, and the divine light was incomparably rich, and even faintly surpassed the Vatican's Church of Light, but no one noticed that with the arrival of the winged angel, there was also an insignificant speck of dust falling.

It was a lonely figure, like a fluorescent insect that had lost its magical support in the vast darkness, exuding the tragic aura of the fallen, and even if the divine and magnificent light shone on every corner of the chaotic city, it could not wash away the darkness on him, as if ominous and heretical were the adjectives inherent in this figure.

Every inch of light flashed, Li Laifu's body became even darker, almost seeping into the entire long night, the magic pattern of the god of Vesar was like a star with closed eyes, and only at a certain moment when the absolute night came, would it quietly bloom with a faint light.

"This is the era in which you live?"

The rather deep voice of the god of Vesar sounded, and Li Laifu, who was slowly falling from mid-air, squeaked hesitantly twice and did not answer.

It wasn't the first time the child had felt the gloom and gore of the City of Chaos, the black land would have been dark even at noon when the sun was hottest, but this time, he understood the true horror of this ancient land that stood tall in the light.

Even though the god of Visal has been sealed for countless years, the remnants of the ancient power can still allow him to see many secrets that he shouldn't know, but it may be better not to know these secrets.

What swirled in the void of the chaotic capital was not the foul air, but the wailing souls, which were like a miserable white smoke screen, drifting and condensing in Li Laifu's dark eyes, or crying sadly, or whispering to themselves.

The souls of those who died in the City of Chaos cannot be dissipated, and they have no potential to become lichs or skeleton mages, with the only end being to wander the cursed land forever.

Hearing the white head's inquiry, Li Laifu nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "This is the Bright Era." ”

"There is darkness in front and behind the light, and it cannot be changed by the power of one person. ”

The god of Vesar seemed to sense Li Laifu's mood fluctuations, and quietly constructed a human face-shaped magic pattern, which was deeply imprinted on the wide aristocratic robe, covering up the inferior gems, and Li Laifu's whole person was completely wrapped in it, like a bloodthirsty gladiator wearing the mask of 'Satan's Eye', except for himself, no one knew what kind of face was behind the mask, even the sage who walked out of the door of space, it was difficult to find for a while.

"And now, that madman in the sky, how are you going to drag him into the hell of death?"

Above the firmament, the boy looked down on the sinful land, and he did not rush to destroy it, because he knew in his heart that this was not his time, and that his purpose was only the godhead and brand of the god Wissar.

Li Laifu narrowed his eyes, a sharp light flashed in his dark pupils, he looked down at his feet, his whole body suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air, not willing to fall, nor rising like death.

A mysterious black castle stands like a giant that never falls, in the heart of the chaotic city, exactly as it once was, but the only difference is that the statue of the ancient demon is gone, and along with a little girl with black eyes, it has disappeared into this land of sin.

The soul was wailing, and the murmur of pain came to Li Laifu's ears.

In the distance, there are the frightened false prayers of the exiles, and the sobs of the sinners in fear of death.

Faintly, a sigh of vicissitudes sounded from not far away, wisps of free and debauched smoke drifted in the air, and the familiar smell of tobacco spread on the tip of Li Laifu's pen.

In his inky pupils, Li Laifu saw the sinners crying out with nowhere to hide, huddled in remote corners, hoping to avoid sanctions, while the more powerful exiles began to wander around, seeking refuge from their older heretical predecessors.

It turns out that murderous executioners can also fear punishment, and there are many things that are more painful than death, such as the cross of the Church of Light, the burning stake that has been criticized and spat on by countless people, and a group of Inquisitors who claim to be "more heretical than heretical".

"White head, in fact, I am afraid of death. ”

Li Laifu smiled lightly, the mysterious magic pattern that wrapped him seemed to be slowly crumbling, and wisps of faint light faintly bloomed from the magic pattern.

"Death means that everything will end, what the hell do you want to say. ”

The god of Wisar felt a trace of uneasiness spreading, this extremely human way of thinking had been abandoned by him for many years, but he did not expect to sprout again in this inferior era.

He saw Li Laifu's dark eyes looking up at the brilliant human being above the sky, chasing and killing gods across the long river of time, ignoring the power of time to reach the peak, he was simply a complete monster.

"You only live once. ”

The god of Wiesal understood the determination in Li Laifu's eyes, and couldn't help but warn him, but it seemed to be just a joke to someone's ears.

Li Laifu coquettishly stroked his hair, originally wanted to learn from someone to hold a dog's tail and pretend to be free and easy, but unfortunately there didn't seem to be such a green plant on the barren black soil of the chaotic capital.

Glancing at the black castle beneath his feet with some disdain, the kid made a crazy move.

He raised his middle finger at the sage who hung high above the sky like the sun, a wide aristocratic robe fluttered alone in the wind, the strange magic patterns of the human face slowly dissipated, and the sound of hunting was like a cry of sorrow, resenting why his cruel master chose to abandon it.

"Prove one thing, even if I escape the hunt of darkness, I will not escape the punishment of the light, because what awaits heresy is death. ”

"One more thing, I'm afraid of death, but I won't run away. ”

"Last thing, I'm sorry, there are some things I didn't have time to do. ”

Li Laifu smiled, grinning with tears in his eyes.

His face was a little resolute at this moment, no, it was the tragedy of the funeral, except for the last inexplicable murmur, the god of Visal had been shocked by this bastard, death, even if it was a monster who achieved the god position, this child was frantically searching, the sage, and this child, who is the real pursuer.

"Is it the time before the Dark Sun descends that there is such a sinful land in the Lower Ages?"

The Sage Osiris whispered before it ended, but there was a hint of ecstasy in the pupils of the burning golden flames, and the ecstasy was followed by a rage that penetrated deep into the marrow, and he saw that stupid human, who had been used by the god of Vissar without repentance, and dared to appear at this time to challenge his majesty, which was a supreme blasphemy against him.

With a roar like the Holy See's bells, Osiris rushed towards the black castle below.

There, standing a heretic with a middle finger cocked at him

In the Colosseum of Mostima, Duke El was full of warm smiles, and a shining purple gold coin in his hand was tossed by him, falling, and throwing again, and the two women like ice and fire behind him stared at the sky shrouded in holy light with reverence.

In the Lost Land, the smoke was filled, the silver-haired old man held a black pipe, smiled wryly and sighed, under the dim kerosene lamp, the beautiful face of the enchantress was full of lost silence, and opposite her, the fallen knight Charles looked at the sky in a daze, and the armor of the broken nightmare was still dim in the light of the holy light.

In the distance, the necromancer mages muttered obscure prayers silently, the Thorn Knight knelt on one knee facing the West, and they all remembered the once glorious knightly code and mage precepts.

Somewhere on a blood-stained battlefield, a charred dwarf stood, but the battle axe beneath his feet suddenly rekindled with flames, as if given life by a god, and the flames surrounded the dwarf, and when it was extinguished, the poor creature was gone.

The chaotic capital is crazy, and the potential forces of thousands of years have all come out of the shadows, and they are uneasy to be silent, because this black land may be about to usher in the final lamentation.