The sky suddenly changed, and the sky that was clear just now was now covered with black clouds.
In the continent of Shurima, halfway up the mountainside of Mount Targon, a sexy woman with a somewhat unique appearance looked up at the sky blankly. The woman in cotton-padded clothes raised the Star and Moon Staff, and her golden eyes seemed to pass through layers of obstacles. , saw the immortal holy city above the star realm.
The woman has tender and smooth light purple skin, long ears like an elf, a cute horn on her forehead, and gentle eyebrows. She has been guarding Mount Targon for more than ten years, and has saved the climbers by persuading climbers to go down the mountain. Soraka of Thousand Lives.
“There is a vision in heaven, why is justice angry?”
As soon as Soraka said a word, several terrifying bolts of lightning fell from the sky above Targon, and the sound of thunder echoed in the ears, causing the Rakkor people living under Targon to fall down and worship. Loudly praising the gods of the astral world.
The woman talked for a while, human beings have no idea how dangerous the gods they worship are.
Soraka looked back at the sky, her face full of worry.
After a moment of hesitation, Soraka, who was really worried about the wretched life of the Justice Star, decided to use divine magic to predict the reason for the Justice Star's anger.
The woman sat cross-legged on the spot, holding the crescent staff in front of her with both hands. The power of the Star God flashed with gleaming green light and descended from the sky. It followed the staff to form an illusory light curtain in front of the woman.
The divine power burned the woman's mortal body like hellfire. Soraka's hands and forearms emitted the smell of scorched lake, and soon the arm bones were exposed like white jade. The woman gritted her teeth and endured the flesh and blood that began to fall off. The pain that stung the bone marrow and soul finally saw the figure of a man in the light curtain.
"My Healing Game"
It seemed that he was flying in the air, and the man with a calm face was holding a woman who had lost her breath. With just one glance, Soraka could see that the man was suppressing violence like a bloodthirsty and crazy beast, and remembered the handsomeness of the man. After seeing the unforgettable face, Soraka placed her eyes on the woman's body, stopping at the woman's broken chest.
"It's because of you that Justice is angry. You are the chosen incarnation of Justice...hiss...somewhat...can't hold it anymore..."
The last thing that flashed across the light curtain was a stunning city, and then it dissipated in the air like a bubble.
Before her arms were completely burned into skeletons, Soraka stopped her divine magic. Even though she was used to being in pain, the woman was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe and almost fainted.
If the pain suffered by treating humans is 1, then the pain suffered by using the magic of predicting star spirits is 20. The price is not small, but she does not regret it.
The sky finally started to rain heavily. The heavy rain curtain seemed to crush people's backs, crackling and causing pain on their bodies. The strong wind also blew the leaky tents and bonfires to this way and that.
Soraka, who had just endured the pain and cured herself, could only give up the idea of packing her luggage, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and looked back at her warm little home for the last time. Soraka turned around and picked up her new belongings. The Moon Staff staggered down the mountain.
As if by fate, a young Rakkor was walking up the slope with a wooden spear in his hand.
"Are you...the legendary horned devil?"
Seeing the figure approaching him in the rain, the startled Rakkor boy took a step back in horror, then tightly held the wooden spear in his hand and pointed it at the stranger. The boy stood stubbornly and used Soraka stared at Soraka with hostile eyes, refusing to run away.
"Go back, child... The place of glory you seek... has become a desert at this moment... God is angry... like this rain curtain and thunder... this night... no one can sleep peacefully... cough cough cough... "
Soraka, who had just suffered a serious injury and was extremely weak, stopped and spoke to the boy in an intermittent tone.
"Besides the road with no end in sight, you still have many choices..."
"Shut up, big monster! Don't try to trick me into becoming a warrior of the tribe! You deceptive devil! It won't come sooner or later, but it happened when I was about to undergo the trial. This shows that Yumu and Thunder are just me stepping on it. The trial of the road to glory! This is the will of the gods. As long as I pass the trial, I can become the strongest! And you are just an obstacle that deceives people and blocks my way! Get out of the way!!!"
Pushing down the one-horned demon in front of him, the Rakor boy was filled with excitement as if he had truly defeated the demon. He looked back at the demon who fell in the mud and could not stand up, and laughed loudly.
"Don't try to stop me! Ugly evil! Demon!"
Raising her head, Soraka could only watch helplessly as an ignorant soul sadly became a sacrifice for the gods to vent their anger. She raised her hand in the direction where the boy left, but after all, she trembled after hearing the word 'devil'. After a while, he slowly shrank back and covered his aching heart.
Some injuries are more painful than physical pain.
"sorry……"
What is depressing is that the gentle kindness was blown away by the violent storm in an instant, and it seemed that only coldness and gray were left between the sky and the earth.
"The gods are watching me, the gods are watching my path to glory. No one in the family has ever had such a vision of a trial. This is the favor of the gods, the favor of heaven... No one can No one can stop me from moving forward. After I go back, everyone will look up to me, because I am the son of the gods, the son of the stars, and I will become the greatest Rakkor! More than the Sun Cult. And those monks from the Lunar Sect!”
"No one can call me a coward anymore! No one!"
I don’t know how long I walked, but heavy rain hit my face and my cheeks were swollen. The purple-green boy moved forward forcefully, holding a wooden spear and covering his crotch. After walking around a corner, the wind and rain suddenly disappeared. , a pale narrow road that was only one meter appeared in front of us. Not far from the narrow road was the frozen snow peak. Ice could be seen everywhere, and the storm turned into a blizzard dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the Rakor boy smiled proudly.
"Obviously I've only climbed half of the way, but I arrived directly at the last section of the windy and snowy road. Haha, my father has long said that the Rakkor warriors chosen by God only need to put in minimal effort to win under the gaze of God. Climb down to the top of the divine peak to gain the blessing of divine power. There is no doubt that I am the warrior chosen by the gods after overcoming demons and hardships!"
The journey is getting shorter and shorter, and the scenery of Mo Lake is getting closer and closer. After walking through the next corner of the windy and snowy road, a short slope appears in front of you. On the short slope, there is a pillar of sacred starlight rising into the sky. Within the pillar of light , he seemed to see the celestial city made of gold and silver.
Everything was as expected. God had been waiting for him here for a long time, preparing to wear the crown of a warrior for himself.
After running forward in a few steps, the young man dropped his wooden spear and crawled on the ground.
"The great Lord of Targon, the high and mighty god, I have passed your trial, and I beg you to..."
"Crack!!!"
Under Mount Targon, Soraka looked back at the purple lightning flashing on the top of the mountain, sighed softly, and disappeared into the rain.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
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