Chapter 263 First Killing
The demon recorded in the ancient history of the dark parliament finally came back to the world. However, I'm afraid that even the dark leader who issued the mission could not imagine that the legendary demon was such a magnificent first duke of the blood clan...
She has been sealed for thousands of years and is extremely weak, but she can still use the power and rules that can only be mastered by the holy strong. You can imagine how powerful and horrible she was at the beginning, and no one can seal her. So this is not so much the power of the seal as the role of the guard. After all, this is Cinderila's self-atonement...
The story is neither tortuous nor difficult to understand. After having the strong power and immortal youth of the blood clan, in order to stop experiencing the life and death separation from her relatives, she gave him the identity of the blood clan several years after the birth of her younger brother.
Newborns of this race are always thirsty for blood, while Dios, a teenager who has just acquired blood clan status, does not have the strength to control this physiological needs that coexist with the ability to live forever. Therefore, on a normal afternoon, he finally couldn't stand his thirst for blood on the way out and attacked passers-by. , then, he was captured by the dramatic Guardian of Light and killed in resistance...
What an irony it is that the power given for long life brings death. Cinella, the great duke of the blood clan, who fell into endless grief, completely lost her mind and began to revenge crazily. When she woke up, her body was already full of corpses. In later generations, whether in the records of humans, orcs, or elves, blood clans are synonymous with terror, because the only way to survive is to eat human flesh and blood. However, this is only the prejudice and misunderstanding of future generations of their blood clans whose bloodline is already impure. In fact, in the oldest era, noble blood clans would not take the initiative to kill blood, and at that time, it was a glorious thing to get the first support given by a noble blood clan and become one of them...
Cindella, the noble duke of blood clan, is naturally not a perverted madman, so after she woke up, she was surrounded by boundless repentance and could not extricate herself. She killed the lovely children who once liked to play on the edge of her castle, killed the kind old farmers who delivered food to their castle every day, killed all the light guards, and destroyed everything around them. So painfully and regretful, she made such a decision - to seal it by herself.
Before the imperial calendar, it belonged to the heroic calendar. In that era, the complete system of the Temple of Light had not been established, but it did not mean that the God of Light had no followers in the world. The temple of that era was called the church, and it was not the Pope but the High Priest of Light who led the church.
The high priest, who was far away from *, sensed that terrible tragedies were happening. He used spells and galloped here, but he was still a step late. When he arrived, everything was over.
The compassionate high priest is not fond of killing and has no ability to kill the powerful blood duke. At the request of Credella, he purified and guarded the beautiful castle where the blood duke lived with the power of light...
And Cinderila herself willingly accepted the seal and fell into darkness at the bottom of the castle...
Time flies, more than a thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye. The high priest has already been annihilated in the long river of history, and the once prosperous city has unconsciously turned into an unknown dark forest. There is only such an ancient castle left, and the lonely silence is here. In a thousand years, no matter how great the sealing force is, it will fade. The light has completely weakened, and can only curl up around the sealed secret room. The dark atmosphere of the castle invisibly attracted the arrival of the dark parliament and regarded it as a stronghold. What is ridiculously, they did not know that just below them was sleeping with an ancestor giant.
However, what is different from the records of the Dark Parliament is that it seems that this horrible 'demon' does not have three heads and six arms, blue-faced tusks. As soon as he comes out, he will kill all directions, bloodthirsty and cruel...
Cinderila stood there, and the castle where she lived in those years has disappeared, and the world is still the same world, but she doesn't know how many years have passed. She raised her eyes and looked at the world around her, leaving nothing but loneliness and sadness...
In those years, the blood clan belonged to the high-level forces in the dark parliament. Although they were few, they were all noble and powerful. At this time, since she is awake, Cinedra plans to go to the Dark Council first. After all, there are still some memories...
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The night was deep, and even the starlight was covered in the dark night sky. Cynderila was silent. Her thin figure walked in the night, and the pitiful wind blew cold. Far from the castle, she stopped and came to the position in her memory. Although all the references around her no longer exist, as if pulled by invisible lines, there is a small tomb here and a small tombstone, which was still found by her.
The tombstone is engraved with slender words: the eternal love of a lifetime - Dios. Cindella stroked the deeply engraved on it. The cute and lively little boy was his decision that hurt him. That scene appeared countless times in the illusory sleep, and now it's time to wake up...
She slowly stood up and stared for the last time at the tombstone she erected with her own hand, which was engraved with a sword. What showed was infinite nostalgia and nostalgia, and then turned away without stopping...
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The capital of mankind is already visible from afar, which is Medell City in the bloody wilderness region. The sweaty teenager stopped to look at it and couldn't help showing a relaxed and happy look. Carrying a person, he still needs to push four heavy bodies in his hand, and the bumpy broken wooden cart, which is almost falling off, makes the young man who consumes too much physical strength and can't need and replenish it. Especially next to him, there is a fat man who has been chattering all the way...
"Hahaha, the capital is coming, Lance, you've finally made it to the end." The fat man laughed.
Naturally, the teenager was Lance. He looked at the fat man feebly and said blankly, "I'll ask you again, did you deliberately tire me, so I didn't untie the spell on them. If you admit it now, I can still forgive you."
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I have already said that this genius can only break the fantasy and can't solve the art. I have never used magic to save people. So it's not that I don't want to help you, but that I'm afraid of hurting your little girlfriend. If you really want me to do it, I can also encourage you to do it, but I don't know whether you believe in my skills or not. Lan Jun grinned.
Lance looked at him quietly for a while and thought carefully that he didn't seem to offend the fat man. Then he shook his head and said, "Forget, this has arrived in Medell City. At this time, you said that you dared to have a try. Whether you succeed or fail, you are fooling me!"
"Hahaha, don't blame me for not helping you." Lan Jun grabbed the fat on his belly and shook it up and down as he walked. It looked very comfortable.
Lance shivered with a chill, and the guy next to him had done such movements no less than five times along the way. Sometimes two hands pinch the fat on the belly together and shake it up and down. Sometimes it is a completely unconscious behavior. Although it looks extremely enjoyable, the teenager really can't stand it. It's hard to imagine whether I can still hold a sword if I become like this one day.
As if he didn't see Lance's eyes, the fat man smiled and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Hey, boy, although you used to be a strong man in the temple, you are not now. The bright thunder sword is on your back, which is very unsafe. If it is found by the people of the temple, it will definitely kill people and grab the sword! Why don't you give it to me? How about I keep it for you? As a disciple of the sword saint, I still have the ability to protect a broken sword.
"Well, I have restrained the light fluctuation of the thunder sword. If you don't say it, naturally no one will know. And this sword is very important to me. I won't give it to you unless you come to grab it." As the teenager said, he looked at the dark golden sword that was hanging around the fat man's waist and laughed, "Besides, you are not without gain this time."
"Hahahaha, there are naturally many good things, and this sword is after all a product of the dark parliament, and there is not much time to use it. At most, I can only take it back to honor my teacher. However, his usual collection is extremely precious, and he may not like this gadget of the dark council. Besides, brothers and sisters also bring some rare treasures back to the courtyard from time to time, so your bright thunder sword is more useful to me. The fat man smiled.
"Well, stop talking nonsense. Since you don't take the initiative to grab it, you should also know that I won't give it to you. However, at this time, I have to admire the dean's good deans. If others are in your position, I think it's difficult to stop evil thoughts.
"Hmm, this genius has always been a good person, and it has nothing to do with the old guy. Besides, I want to see that your boy has a future, otherwise he would have killed and grabbed the sword long ago!"
Lance automatically ignored the last few words of the fat man. After getting along with him for a while, he has found that this guy is actually a kind-hearted person, really kind, because he rarely kills people. And the reason why he has been refusing to save Ai Garlene and others, Lance has always thought that the other party consumed too much magic, so he refused to do it. It was not until this time that he gradually figured out that the fact, as he said, he had never believed, was that he would not use magic to save people instead of wasting magic.
Lance vaguely guessed that after such a high-intensity battle, his physical strength had not been lost much, so the paleness of the fat man's face after killing Mondray and Didra would naturally not fade because of his strength. It's because of too much consumption, but...
Thinking of this, Lance couldn't help laughing and looked at the fat man proudly and said, "I thought you were a peerless killer before, but in fact, today should be your first time to kill a talent, right?"
Huh? What are you talking about? The people killed by this day can be piled up a mountain for a long time, okay? Don't you feel that this day is full of murderousness at the moment? Ah? Ah!" Lan Jun suddenly jumped in place when he heard the teenager's words, and his face was full of displeament. But I sighed in my heart that this guy was really awesome, and I'd better not say a few words to him. It's just that because of some things I have experienced, I feel very close to this teenager named Lance. Now I think that the chat along the way seems to have been known too much by the other party.