Orc Tyrant

Diego looked at the sky, watching the inanimate's robe surging above him.

Needless to say, he also knows that this turbulent trend will continue forever, and it will expand and swallow more worlds.

It will expand high and far, staring into the center of the infinite void, like the eyes of a god.

"I am listening."

Arid laughed first, then said softly:

"The worship of the spirit race brought her birth, and she occupied all the souls of the spirit race, and they became soul shatterers... When any mortal body dies, his soul will flow into the heaven. This is The laws of nature."

Arid moved to Diego, bringing a certain sesame oil-like greasy smell.

"But when a spirit race dies, their souls will be drawn directly into the mouth of the goddess who was betrayed by them. She longs for them because they are her people. When they die, she drank their souls— —"

The slender claws brushed lightly from the spirit bones on Diego's body, but he remained unmoved, just shook his head slightly.

"It's not just dead, right."

"Yes, that powerful eternal hunger, she will chase the essence of any soul shattered person closest to her, such as...Dia brother, you can't be far away."

Arid let out a mocking laugh.

"But you are very smart, knowing that you can make up for the essence of yourself by torturing all living things. This is also the most interesting part of you."

In words, the devil and Diego began to march west together.

He walked forward against the wind, wearing a helmet, and listening to the demon's psionic speech with his head down.

Arid did his best to close his eyes as his twisted face allowed, and his sliding body left snake marks on the dust.

The marks left by them will not last long, and the wind will always quickly destroy all the marks left by them.

"Part of your words are consistent with certain scriptures of the Kaimon Church."

He quoted the teachings of that pedantic religion verbatim.

"At the time of death, the released soul merges into infinity, waiting for the decision of the gods."

Arid made a choking or coughing gargle, and it took a moment for Diego to realize that the creature was laughing.

"In the history of mankind, this is the core of millions of religions. Truth exists in the blood of mankind, and they all want it... Everyone knows that there are things waiting after death. The devout, the loyal, will Get a gentle trial and a place in the realm of the gods, as for the unbelievers."

Arid buckled the sand out of his eyelids with his hands, ignoring the liquid exposed by the sharp claws.

"Those who reject the truth will wander in the ether and become the prey of our generation. Here is the way back for all souls. This is the destiny of every soul."

"I don't think so."

Diego felt his lips curl up.

"You are still so arrogant, but this is the **** that humans have been afraid of."

The Shadow Prince could not raise objections.

"Do you want to see the ruins of this world?"

The devil slithered beside him.

"This used to be a big city."

He could recognize the first fallen towers from the horizon, wrapped in red dust over the years.

The geological disasters in this world once pulled the city into a crater, and the piercings on the ground looked like the ribs of a dead beast.

"These ruins have never become cities. When the Adas fled from the goddess, the survivors boarded a huge dome platform made of spiritual bones, and took the rest of their race to the stars for the final journey of exile. ."

"Ark, I have seen it from the classics."

Diego continued to trudge forward and walked into the wind.

"That is a miracle."

Arid's chilling laughter was not weakened much by the sound of the wind.

"Many fledgling arks failed to escape the cry of the goddess when they were born. They either disintegrated in the void or crashed into these abandoned worlds."

Diego slowed down and glanced at the demon.

"Are we walking towards a grave?"

There was another harsh laugh from the deformed mouth of the demon.

"You came to witness a miracle, didn't you?"

So they approached the dead city that fell from the void and buried themselves in the lifeless dust.

The red bone building extends in the field of vision, protruding from the foundation everywhere, like a mouth full of broken teeth.

Diego and his guide stood on the edge of the crater, looking down at the tomb of this empty city.

He was quiet for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and the sound of dust hitting the armor.

When he spoke, his eyes were still staring at the ruins below.

"How many are dead here?"

Arid stood taller, staring down with evil eyes, with four hands wide open, as if to explain what the devil saw in his eyes.

"Two hundred thousand souls burst out at the birth of the goddess. This world fell. Because no one was guided, there was madness spreading in the core of the ark."

Diego clenched his fists involuntarily.

"Two hundred thousand, how many people does the entire Spirit Race Empire have?"

"A whole race? In trillions, trillions, trillions of trillions, a **** was born in the brain of every spirit race, and it forcibly brought himself into the cold void and warmth. Between the flesh and blood."

The devil supported himself and placed his four arms on the outer edge of the crater.

"Dia brother, I can feel your feelings, awe, fear-but no sadness."

"Yes, I do not feel sad about this. It is a pity that any creature can die in ignorance. That's it. My ancestors drank the bitter fruit because of their infinite indulgence, although I don't want to say that I took the blame. Words, but—"

He took a breath, still staring at the buried world of the Ark. The collapsed sail of the spirit bone was like a tombstone, with invisible writing on it.

"Any of them escaped from the birth of the goddess? Where are they now?"

"Very many. Until now, some of them wandered to the edge of the void, some of them wandered in the nets, in places full of memories and ghosts, and the rest... at the core of the nets, in a place called Comoros, It seems that Ada is your real family member there."

Diego ignored the violent wind that tore his cloak and stepped down the **** of the crater.

"I can feel something, Arid, something underneath."

"I know."

"Do you know what it is?"

The devil flicked the evil eyes with his paws.

"A returnee, maybe, the echo of a spirit race's life, lingering... if it still has the strength to breathe."

Diego drew out his chainsaw sword and pressed his thumb to activate the rune.

The sawtooth of the weapon flashed violently, and the long polished ridge reflected the sight of the storm.

"I want to get closer."