"I'm ......," Roga's teeth chattered.

"Stand up!" For the first time, the voice of the self-proclaimed god of the dead showed emotional color, and his stern interruption made the young primordial's brain go blank for a while, and he subconsciously jumped up. "Were you created to grovel!"

"It's not!" No matter how many doubts there are, they are also stirred out of the sky by this sentence. Luo Jia's thin skin instantly turned red. "Stop riddles, so-called dead gods! Don't try to scare me with these empty words. ”

He exclaimed, as if emboldening himself again, "Whatever you were or could be, you're stuck here now, aren't you?" You need my help! ”

It shouldn't be like this, the little protogen clenched the dagger. Even though this Enid didn't seem to have a movable form, since it could trap itself here, it must have some abilities that had not yet been revealed. And according to his knowledge of mythology, people always worship something capricious and cautious, and he can't say what this self-professed emotionless thing will do to him......

But venting your anger is really amazing, and it gives you the same absurd sense of power as when you strangle Lilith, as if you are in control of the whole scene.

He doesn't hate that feeling.

"As it is said, the children of the damned."

He won. Luo Jia exhaled and almost laughed. He sat down cross-legged again, and the hand that had put the sweat-soaked dagger back on his waist paused, and tucked it into his sleeve as if nothing had happened. He didn't want the other party to find out that his palms were soaked.

"You know a lot and I don't know anything, it's not fair." With a raised face, he said, "Now, please answer my question as concisely and accurately as possible, okay?" ”

"In the vastness of the ocean, there is no clear dividing line between truth and falsehood, everything is false, and everything is allowed. I can only tell you the most appropriate one. ”、

Inexplicably, Luo Jia heard some ridicule. He pursed his lips and nodded disapprovingly. "Okay. So tell me, what kind of person is my father? Why call him the Cursed? Why did he make me? ”

There was a long silence, and when the tense expression of the young primordial began to loosen, and he gradually lost patience, a thousand voices poured into his mind.

"Flame...... Suffering...... Fire Stealer...... Unformed King ...... Crown of Darkness...... The King in Yellow under a burning black star...... Raven dances on his brother's new grave and his own, the Dead Redemption Cycle is the first, but you shouldn't be the first-"

It was as if an awl was stirring in the skull, and a few slightly clearer words emerged from the deafening noise, but they were completely illogical. Luo Jia rolled in pain, blood pouring from his eyes and ears.

"Stop! I beg you to stop! He cried out bitterly, his nose filled with the smell of rust, and he choked on his own blood and coughed up until he stammered. He arched his back in spasms, pressed his cheeks against the ground, and a wisp of scarlet blush slowly ran down the corners of his mouth. "Stop! I don't want to listen to it! ”

The pain gradually diminished to a bearable degree, as if a blunt knife slowly cut through flesh, and the murmur blended into the wound like the patina on the knife: "Two suns, one burning the eyes of others, the other unformed. The Twilight Star travels through the day and is referred to as the Morning Star. The fate of the chaotic position is reshuffled, which is right and which is wrong?"

"That's the answer, Young King, are you still satisfied with what you've heard?"

The little original body lay on the ground, and it took a long time to barely support his body, and he pulled up his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face. A comical face covered in dust and dried blood looked at the mask accusatoryly: "You did it on purpose, god of the dead!" Vogrim told me the story of Apollo and Matthias! ”

"That's the story of two young people of our clan who set foot in your homeland when your people were still ignorant. But I don't have the same appetite for them to win, I am a god of the dead, and all good or bad enthusiasm has nothing to do with me. ”

Luo Jia opened her mouth, slowly got up, relived this myth in her mind, and asked in a low voice: "So, they really skinned the losers because of the victory or defeat of the music competition?" ”

"The victor's name is now Shah Garton, the first member of our clan to serve the Queen, and his history goes back long before the Queen's birth. When you see him in the court of the Prince of Darkness, you may ask this question. He will be pleased to show you the skin of Segarn, the one you commonly call Matthias, the god of the forest. Plus, he's really good at playing the piano. ”

Luo Jia wisely kept his mouth shut, deciding not to ask how many mythological prototypes were given by this one's race. He couldn't help but think of the poetry he played the lyre and the description of the god of the sun, and he resolved to be wary of all legends from now on.

"Is that all?" He asked reluctantly.

"If you're willing to give up the limitations of this body, you can know more."

"No need." Luo Jia replied decisively. "What do you need me to do?"

Before he knew it, he had already used honorifics.

The mask slowly opened its cracked mouth, revealing a cold light. "This is the old woman's sword. In order to obtain the infinite wisdom in his blood, Molai Hegg made Kane cut off his hand, and those five fingers turned into five swords, one of which was here. Master it, and you have the power of the dead. ”

The voice commanded calmly. "Now, pull it out, smash it to pieces, and let the people of Bethlehem become dead again."

“…… Why me? Luo Jia took a step back. All this is progressing too fast, and his life experience of just over 20 days is a little overwhelmed.

"The Prince of Darkness will not allow me to leave here, and the remnants of my people will not be able to harness this power. But you can drink my essence to give them a relief. ”

The little protoplasma continued to slowly retreat. "That sounds ......"

"It's not unpaid exertion, the Queen's Hound will soon be looking for taste, and you'll need to resist their strength and even give them a real finish."

Luo Jia retreated until his back was on the door, ready to take the door out at any time. "I need to think about it again......"

"If you don't make a decision, your friend's battle will be over."

The light and shadow on the crystal mask change, flowing out of a dynamic picture. Narek was surrounded by a crowd of people in a dimly lit place. Although it is called a human, Luo Jia is not very sure of this definition. Because these guys are all covered with hair below the calf, there is only a pair of hooves where they should be feet, and their arms are turned into crab-like pincers, and their skin is white and tender, and their skin is full of scars, and some of them have chains.

"W-what!" By the time she realized what had happened, Luo Jia had already rushed to the mask and slammed her hand on it. He heard the sound of his finger bones breaking, but he didn't care. Blood flowed from his immature fingers. "Let him go! He has nothing to do with it! ”

"These are the servants of the Prince of Darkness, Lust. Your strength is not enough to completely destroy them. Pull out this sword, and you'll have the power you need. ”

The monsters' contorted faces showed a look of mockery or madness, and the first few leaned together, their claws already resting on Narek's sword and body, as if they were ready to pierce it at any moment.

Xiao Yuan still didn't have time to think about it, he grabbed the hilt of the sword sharply, and used all his strength to pull out the sword body that seemed to be one with the crystal.

A silver light colder than death froze time and space, and the light stagnated and bent for it. The mask shattered, melted into large strands of shiny liquid, and was swept into an invisible vortex that ended in the old woman's sword. It sucked greedily until everything was empty, until the glorious room and even the entire temple were swept into the vortex.

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In the depths of the Hall of Pleasure, the colors are so rich that they are dizzying, and only the blood-stained pearl jade is worthy of decorating this deep dream of joy, shining with a malicious brilliance. The silk curtains that have fallen to the ground are filled with sweet incense and fluttering music, which makes people reverie endlessly.

If a peering eye is enough to see through the silky fabric made of the skin of a betrayed lover, and not be dazzled by the masked dancer's swirling movements, then you can glimpse the shadowy silhouette under the velvet bed curtain, with a slender hand hanging from the side of the bed.

The music suddenly stopped, and the unbridled laughter in the Sixth Ring died out. Each of Slaanesh's servants felt their master's uncertainty and trembled. The prophets in the ark frowned, dissipated for a moment of malice that followed them.

For a split second, the Kamen Dancer was dancing to the wrong beat, and she turned her eyes under the golden mask, those eyes that were enough to give her soul to be filled with fear. But the owner didn't seem to mean to hold her accountable for her rudeness. The Eternal Dancer raised her arms tremblingly and began to swirl gracefully with the delicate and seductive laughter of Slaanesh.

"It's not over yet, my little star." She heard her master's gentle murmur.

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With a thud, the tip of the sword fell to the ground. Luo Jia couldn't even lift the seemingly thin sword for a moment, even though his strength had surpassed that of an adult warrior. He could feel the power in the thin metal heavier than all his life and thoughts.

"Narek!" He finally found the familiar figure, the rusted armor now covered in scarlet slime. Luo Jia dragged his sword desperately and rushed over. "Hold on!"

With a pop, Narek stabbed through the chest of a demon, stirring it twice, creating a large hole in the other's half-man, half-woman chest. Then he twisted the blade of the sword and slashed the waist of the last one. The demon who had been cut in half flew out of his upper body, and the two legs of the half-sheep actually continued to run forward for two steps before he convulsed and fell to the ground, his pointed tail trembling and not moving.

Amid the groans and struggles of the wrecked bodies all over the ground, two people, one big and one small, looked at each other from a distance. The Knight of the Grail shook off the blood from the tip of his sword and looked at the young primordial for some reason.

Luo Jia looked at him, and then at the open cell door behind him, slender runes shining on it. He looked back at the empty darkness behind him and said sincerely, "I understand...... God doesn't lie...... But it will hide part of the truth. ”

Narek voiced his doubts in a raised nasal voice.

"It's nothing ......" The young Primordial didn't want the other party to know the twists and turns, even if he knew that Narek would never laugh at him. He tried to lift his sword, but once again he almost hit his foot. "We should ...... Went back. ”

With his words, the whole world burst apart, peeling off piece by piece like an old picture scroll being torn apart, revealing the deep darkness behind the illusion.

A light came in, warm and bright.

Luo Jia opened his eyes, stood up with Narek's strong arms, and looked at the slender figure with black hair scattered for the first time.

He saw the clear eyes of the priestess, but the way he gazed was chillingly familiar.

“…… Shelley? ”