"How many more damn books do you need?" The wild bear roared. "We don't have much time to waste here with you!"

His cloak and fur were dancing wildly in the wind, and the brown tattoos on his face had twisted into a blur pattern from the anger of his master. As the object of the reprimand, Azek Ahriman replied with a short syllable, almost like a pleading.

The wild bear holding him roared angrily, but still raised his hand to point his brothers in the wind and snow. Several wolves immediately pounced, grabbing the scrolls that were piled on the tables and bookcases, and stuffing them into the bags.

Ahriman gasped weakly, nosebleeds dripping, and he was almost unconscious from the anti-psionic collar around his neck, but he remained awake.

In the eyes of the bear, this is not a miracle, and in his opinion, Azek Ahriman is now worthy of being called the son of Magnus - a little stupid, but still virtuous.

Just like their father, they were stupid all their lives, and finally came to their senses.

It's sad.

"Is that enough?!" He asked again with a roar.

In reply, Azek Ahriman gave a weak jaw, and the wolves immediately galloped out with him, the books and scrolls, boarded the assault boat, boarded the shuttle, and left the place in a hurry.

During the process of exiting Prospero's atmosphere, the ground of the shuttle has been shaking violently. For Ahriman, the tremor exacerbated his discomfort, after all, he was lying on the ground.

Moreover, the stench of this place also tormented him - the stench of a beast's lair.

Ariman began to degrade as the machines roared and the wolves talked, and he didn't know what the anti-psionic collar the wolves had put on him, but it must have been torment-related.

Chiko's eyes could no longer see what was in front of him, and in the midst of the tides of pain, he thought in a trance that he was in a dark cave. The wolves were around, and he was covered in bruises

Wait, eyes.

Ahriman let out a whimper from his throat, and a knife was thrown in front of him just right. The beast bone gripped, and there were still blood stains on the knife.

The bear strode up, pulled the disabled Ahriman from the ground, and shoved the knife into his hand.

"Help, help me." Chiko spoke tremblingly, waving her broken arm weakly. "Hurry up—"

His request was granted, and the two eyeballs were gouged out and carefully placed into a rune-engraved tin can, the smell of promethium flashing from within the moment the lid was closed.

Blind and disabled, Chiko fell to the ground, losing his eyes, but his extraordinary physique was still working. He could sense the wolf's watch, and their vigilance.

Someone reached out and fiddled with his head, his hands carrying the pungent smell of disinfectant water, but the movements were rough like that of a slave owner looking at the cargo of a living person, and Ahriman should have been angry about it, but he was too weak.

At this point, it was the wolf named Wild Bear who reached out to stop the insulting medical examination.

"Be careful." He warned. "This guy is stupid, but he's still useful. Don't forget Ruth's words. ”

The slave owner grunted, then began to examine his injuries, and a few minutes later, two tubes of needles were injected into his body through his neck, and the pain was immediately relieved.

But Ahriman began to cough, so violently that he didn't stop. Fragments of internal organs were spat out of his throat, and large chunks of foul-smelling blood were massive, and maggots from the subspace poured densely out of his nose and blood, writhing on the ground.

The bear cursed, and with his backhand, he placed a knife on his forehead. Ahriman screamed, the skin on his forehead began to hiss, and a huge cold slammed in, causing him to fall into a coma in an instant.

When he woke up again, he found that he had been treated to a certain extent. His disabled hands and feet were immobilized, which of course made it impossible for him to turn his neck or move his limbs.

In his perception, he should be tied to a rough stone bed. It was still stinky, but it was much warmer.

"You've been asleep for twenty-five hours. That's a good number. A man said.

His voice echoed in the darkness, full of wildness. Ahriman heard him sniff and his nose twitched—and after a few seconds, Ahriman came to a conclusion that he remembered who the owner of the voice was.

Of course, the owner of this voice also came to a conclusion.

"Not bad." Riemann Ruth said, with satisfaction in his voice. "That stench has faded a lot, Azek Ahriman. Now, it's time for you to keep your promises. ”

In the face of his request, Chiko was silent for several minutes.

It's not because he wants to go back, it's because he needs a moment to think about what he's promised. Surprisingly, his silence was greeted not by urging, but by patient waiting.

Ahriman did not live up to Rieman Ruth's patience, and he remembered smoothly.

"I-"

He spoke hoarsely, the first syllable spitting out of his throat, followed by several incessant coughs. A fishy sweetness welled up, and he found that his throat ached as if it had been cut by a knife.

"—I see, my lord. What about the scrolls and books? Ahriman reluctantly picked up his own words. I couldn't do it without them. ”

"Can't get it done?" Ruth laughed. "Don't you Qianzi claim to have a lot of knowledge, could it be that this is just a kind of bragging? The knowledge in the books should be written down, Scholar. ”

"Those books are different." Ahriman explained in a low voice. "They are the private collection of the original, and we have no right to read them."

"That is, you haven't read it?"

"Yes."

"So, why do you think they can tell us what Magnus did in his last moments?"

Ruth asked unhurriedly, his tone still as usual, but his voice became implicitly dangerous.

"Or are your genuine feelings, your hatred, your anger, your squirming knees close to where your father last stood, and your emotional assurances and promises?"

Ahriman was silent for a few seconds before replying.

"I've peeked a few times." He said, his voice full of shame. "I've read about black flames in one of the books."

Ruth snorted.

"What's that book called?"

He asked, his voice muffled, and a strong smell of wine came from the direction where he stood. Again—Ahriman coughed repeatedly, only this time choking on alcohol.

"This wine is my personal treasure." Ruth, visibly amused, urged indistinctly as he drank. "Hurry up and say the name, Qianzi, or I won't invite you to drink."

"It doesn't have a name," Ahriman said, coughing. "It's black, with a rusted blade stuck in the middle of the spine."

Two minutes later, he got the book.

Someone shoved it roughly into his right hand, and Ahriman ran his fingers over the cover of the book, and the rusted blade that had been inserted into the spine to replace part of its function, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I need someone to read it out for me." He pleaded in a low voice, very humble. "I am blind, please, my lord. This book is not designed for the blind. ”

"Your requests really don't go on and on." Fenris's wolf said impatiently that Ahriman was blind, but he could still tell by the menacing whisper that Ruth might be baring his teeth at the moment.

Qianzi smiled bitterly, and wanted to explain, but the book in his hand was taken away. The sound of the pages being turned over soon sounded and ended, followed by an archaic language.

The narrator's voice was so serious and wise that it was only a few seconds after the astonishment that Ahriman realized that it was still Riemann Russ's voice.

But why did he know that ancient script?

Chiko's mind was in a state of confusion, and it was only after the Wolf King's recitation began that he remembered the fact that no matter how savage Rieman Ruth usually behaved, he was always a genetic protogen.

He never responds to any call, he never expects anything, because He doesn't have to do anything superfluous. Hatred begins to spread in the hearts of the people with evil deeds, and when the hater raises the blade in his hand out of hatred, the contract is completed. ”

He is the God of evil, the God of hatred and vengeance, but also the God of justice and judgment. He is lightning and thunder, darkness of winter and crimson flames, cruel punishment and primordial vengeance. ”

"They have few followers and usually refuse to communicate with people. They have been in the slaughter for the rest of their lives, because they do not live for themselves. They made a pact and from then on they could only run for the dead. ”

"When the law is unable to punish sinners, or to give them the punishment they deserve, they will appear with cruelty like those born bloodthirsty."

"The limbs of the deceased would be separated from the torso and buried under the threshold, while the head and body would be suspended from the beams of the home. Blood was splattered all over the home, often leaving a bloodstained blade at the scene. ”

"They are not welcome, they are not welcome in any village or city. Such a brutal death caused panic among the populace and condemnation from the sheriff, and the do-gooders vividly described them as a group of resentful spirits who could only act at night. ”

"As the years passed, the times changed, and new cities oppressed the wild and savage, and they disappeared. But they still exist and will always be. ”

Ruth looked up and closed the book.

"What kind of book is this?" He asked with interest. "Who wrote it, Azek Ahriman?"

"I don't know." Chiko replied with a slight hesitation. "All I know is that the original got it from an auction."

"What auction?"

"The antique auction, in the solar system, actually, is on a ship in Terra's low Earth orbit."

Chiko replied quickly, his long-ago memories gradually reviving. Some images flashed in front of him, real, and the pride of walking with the original body at that time came to his heart, making his nose sour, but he could no longer shed tears.

So he continued.

"The original received the message. He had heard that this time there would be a merchant who specialized in collecting ancient books, and the collection in his hand was all precious books that had survived the long night of antiquity. So he immediately took me with him, and this book was one of the ancient books we bought. ”

Ruth looked down at the book in his hand, the pitch-black cover was like an animal skin, it was old and worn. There are a lot of scratches on the surface of the book, very deep, very terrible scratches

The wolf king's eyes narrowed, and his fangs unconsciously poked out of his lips.

What kind of scratch is this? It is clearly the cruel traces left by the knife and axe. Someone tried to destroy the book, and it has survived to this day.

He looked at the rusted spine again, it was indeed rusty, and it was true, but there was a strange dark red stain of blood left on the knife.

The wolf king thought for a moment and opened the book again.

Ahriman's voice was immediately heard, "My lord, I beg you to look for more about the flame. ”

Fenris kept silent, just continued to flip through it, the wrinkles between his brows getting deeper. The pages were constantly being turned and rattled, and there was almost one wonder if he was reading, or if he was simply flipping the book for amusement.

Ahriman was about to ask about progress, but heard the sound of metal falling to the ground.

"Your Excellency?"

Ruth didn't answer, just stared at the metal emblem that had just fallen from the book. After a few seconds, he bent down to pick it up and take a closer look.

The emblem itself is probably made of metal, which has been badly corroded by time, and is very rough to start with.

Its front was a straight, sharp blade that hung straight down, with lines that were almost eerie, almost as if it were going to cut someone's head off in the next second. On the back is a skull, and the eye sockets are particularly terrifying, very deep.

Ruth gripped it tightly, his hair—or rather, the hair—standing on end.

The Wolf King looked at the book without hesitation, as if he was being guided, and in the first second, his eyes met a line of text. It shouldn't have been the object of his attention, because it was just a single line of commentary, so small that it was inconspicuous and densely packed.

"Your Excellency?" Ahriman called again. "What happened?"

"The blade is one of the carriers of His power." Ruth began to recite the line. "There are many blades in the world, and the blade is the one he loves the most. His believers are usually armed with knives, single, double, or daggers that can be thrown. ”

But there is not only one way to take revenge, and there are many ways in which the enemy can be tortured and killed. If you have hatred in your heart and have the courage and anger to seek revenge, then any sword can be used to make a pact with Him. ”

"In the same way, fire can do it, so can frost. The latter two are probably punishments that have continued from the age of barbarism to the present day. ”

"Its flames are usually black and red, but they are only dark red, inconspicuous. Frost usually accompanies a dark blizzard, turning dirt and rivers into glaciers. ”

If the two appear together, it means that the place is being watched by Him. If the sky is dark, the sun is gone, and lightning and thunder roar, it means that He is already angry. ”

He stopped, flipped the page, and looked left and right before he read the last three sentences.

However, if the hater is defenseless, or if he cannot take revenge on his own, he can turn to Him in another way. It was not a covenant, but a sacrifice. ”

"He understands that he who has a grudge can step on the altar, any altar. If he had made up his mind, he would have responded only once. The flame of wrath will scorch your body, and from then on, all forms and spirits will be destroyed. Your hatred is His hatred, and your hatred is His hatred. ”

"The gods will take revenge on your behalf."

Ruth closed the book, and Azek Ahriman was silent for a while, and suddenly spat out a ridiculously low question.

"What does this mean, sir?" He asked, as if he didn't understand. Ruth looked at him, didn't answer, just turned away.

"Your Excellency!"

"Stop shouting, Azek Ahriman." Fenris said calmly. "We're on our way to Terra."

The update is complete, a total of more than 10,000, and it will continue tomorrow.

(End of chapter)