The Legend of Fatality

Flein struggled to resist the control of his hijackers, but to no avail. The puppets in armor are still indestructible, forcing him to move on. He was pushed into a large house in the temple. The room was bathed in red light that seemed extremely dangerous. The huge stone pillar stretched straight up to the ceiling hidden in the darkness.

The wide round floor was covered with grooves, and the grooves were filled with a strange oily liquid. Flames are everywhere in the brazier and metal bowl. The copper lantern hangs on a large chain on the roof. The symbol that once served the gods here was decorated in this place, and was carved on the huge stone wall by many patient craftsmen. All these symbols are now defiled by blasphemous graffiti, chaotic and unrecognizable signs everywhere.

Around the room, rows of hooded figures sang songs of prayer in unison, they swayed their bodies in a peculiar and dynamic rhythm. The noise and the heat wave were deafening.

When they saw Flynn walk in, a kind of anticipation and trembling appeared to pass through the ranks of the believers. Everything in the room shows that a dark purpose is finally being fulfilled.

Flynn doesn't need to guess who they serve. In the center of the circular space, the high altar of the **** who once believed here has become this horrible scene. A group of devout prayers recite the prayer calmly under the candlelight, and the sound echoes in the temple. The crazy and evil spells recited by the cursed are inspiring a strange power.

A fireball beating like a heart, suspended eerily in the air, it kept rolling, spitting flames on the high altar. Because they were too close, the stone altar was burnt and turned black.

As those evil believers kept chanting mantras, the power in the fireball kept accumulating, the flames licked the altar and flashed outward, scorching everything they touched.

As Flynn stared at the terrible fireball, a burst of hot material suddenly protruded outward, like a burning tentacle, trying to catch an evil **** admirer who was still kneeling around the altar.

The cultist was quickly poured on his face by the flames of his tentacles. The man stumbled back and grabbed his face with his hand. Even his screams failed to make much of the noise around them that echoed as a result of chanting prayers.

And this is not the worst. In the depths of the fireball, something is moving. A dark thing, like a twisted big baby, curled up in the hot light, its body twitched gently, and occasionally extended his hand, as if asleep.

It is difficult to see exactly what shape it is, but in the middle of the roaring fireball, you can clearly see the two eyes. They are two points of pure maliciousness, pure resentment and pure wisdom. Flynn doesn't need to look at it anymore, he knows what happened. When that unnaturally born child grows up, all hope will be shattered.

Suddenly, the puppet warriors stopped pushing him forward. Flynn was suspended in their steel arms, only a few yards away from the huge fireball suspended in the air. At such a short distance, he could feel his muscles tense, and the magic inside began to burn. He is used to the burning of magic, but it's another matter entirely.

"I believe you haven't regretted your decision, Mr. Tesheim?" A mocking voice shouted from Flynn, still using the pseudonym Flynn spoke casually.

Flein shuddered and raised his head in search of the speaker. See the evil wizard Uric standing on a balcony protruding from a wall farther from the room. A large number of warriors in black armor stood on either side of him. When these cloaked people around the altar noticed their masters, the already fanatical singing became sharper and fanatical.

"It's crazy, Stroheim!" Fray yelled. "You don't know what you are doing! You can't control it! It will kill all of you!"

The wizard Yurik laughed, the kind of stretched, piercing smirk. It was as if he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, hoping to eliminate his fear through arrogance. Even if Flynn was in his own fear, he could feel the panic inside the mage's traitor.

"Oh, of course I know what I am doing," Eurek von Stroheim said proudly. "This work has been prepared for several months. Over the years, the priests of my great master have been killed one by one by the hypocrites of Gatan, the hypocritical wizards of Marnus, for a great purpose."

"But that's okay, we found a dozen hidden places, and the believers' spell is slowly realizing it. Now everyone is gathered here, a lonely island on the Great West Sea. Think of this irony, Master of the Black Tower! You work hard The built island has become a container for the birth of my great master! But you do n’t have to worry, my lord will soon go from here to the eastern continent, and this will become the cursed ship of the whole world! "

Yurik's eyes shone with an extremely dangerous light. As soon as the curse about the world was mentioned, the fallen priests burst into laughter. Their voices have become less human-like. Some people ’s voices sound like bird calls or animal howls ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Corruption mutations caused by belief in evil gods are deeply ingrained and cannot be removed.

"Listen to me, Stroheim!" Fline yelled without giving up. "I don't care what you think you know. This evil creature only brings death. It will enjoy your soul before killing everyone. Stop this stupid behavior as soon as possible. Your life may be taken away, your The soul can be saved. "

Uric grasped the balcony handrail tightly, and in the blink of an eye, Flynn turned his fun into anger.

"False idiot." The evil wizard spit, and the blood vessels in the temple bulged. "You know nothing about my power! I, Eurek von Stroheim, I am a master of dark magic. You should have had the opportunity to show your humility and loyalty before me. Now your Dead Command accelerates the arrival of my great master, the creator of destiny! "

Flynn looked around quickly. There are about one hundred believers gathered around the altar. The point is that his staff is gone. Although it was not the first time in his life that he began to seriously consider his death, but this time it may not be true.

Then, there was light from the flame everywhere. It may be an evil flame, but it still glows. He looked up at Uric, a provocative expression on his face.

"If your stupidity is not so dangerous, I will pity you. The traitor of magic!" Flynn said coldly. "Your arrogant thoughts will destroy you, whether it is in my hands or in the hands of my later people. Even if I devalue myself to meet you and save my life, I will not do that. I Would rather choose to die than be a traitor! "