Huge black velvet flowers bloom in the sky. Everyone raised their heads and looked at it intoxicated.
Anmeses and Nesse did not.
"For my mission, of course."
Under the haze that swelled like a dark cloud, the thin scars on Amese's lips, like those pecked by a little cardinal, were looming, and his boy's hole with a gold ring seemed to be sinking at the bottom of a deep well.
"For my mission. I'll turn away or blend in with the crowd."
Dean Asmo looked at the blond young man on the skull throne opposite. The other party looked at him with a stern expression.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The young man's expression looked like he was ready to draw his sword at any moment. Even if he didn't have a sword in his hand, he would draw the sword in his heart. He didn't yet know how to hide his disgust - his disgust for the world and himself. Especially under the gaze of an Aasimo.
He said he was the apostle of destruction and destruction. It was, and he had even been affected by it. He hasn't had time to learn how to get rid of other people's influence.
Even the demon named Lightless One cannot be more than twenty years old.
He is too young.
Nese stood up.
"The Master of Destruction and Destruction. Please answer my call. Tell me the location of Nese, the Lightless One." He said calmly. It's as common as ordering at a breakfast bar.
Then prick your finger with a blood needle.
The blood needle dissolved in his hand, and a turbulent flow of black particles burst out from the wound. The words he read turned into a hoarse, gloomy, holy order hovering in the sky.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky.
"Tell me! Who is he! If he has fled, please show us the way. If he is among us, please send him the divine punishment of destruction and destruction!"
"We pray to you! Send down divine punishment on the demonic lightless ones!" the priest of destruction emphasized excitedly.
It's dark. There is flying sand and stones in the energy field.
Some people in the audience began to exclaim loudly, or leaned together, or took the opportunity to touch the thigh of the female conjurer next door.
The black clouds rolled up patterns, forming an animal head pattern with broad horns.
Everything is going according to steps. Nese thought.
Yin Fo Mie would say that. Just like they agreed.
He would say that.
"Nese, the Lightless One, is among you." A voice like thunder said.
Anmeses raised an eyebrow.
The vast majority of people have never heard the voice of the God of Destruction, or any arbitrary god, and some people do not believe in the existence of gods. But everyone present was immediately impressed.
If this terrifying voice, like thousands of voices whispering at the same time, making the brain buzz, is not an oracle, what could it be?
"Please guide us!" Nesai shouted to the sky. All the followers of Destruction knelt on the ground and repeated his words.
The black clouds continued to change, forming a vortex. The center of the vortex becomes thinner and cavities begin to appear.
The wind howled.
Nese stepped down from the Skeleton Throne and walked to the bottom of the Whirlpool Eye. He held up the Reality-Breaking Strike to welcome what was coming downwards.
A bright red spear that was almost as thick as a normal man's thigh slowly descended from the sky.
That thing exuded formidable power. It is irrefutable, it is definitely a weapon of God.
The God of Destruction answered the call.
Anmeses propped up his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the field quietly.
The middle section of the bright red spear touched the upper surface of the Reality Breaking Strike. It was lifted up like a disproportionate pointer.
"Please point out the devil in the crowd. Point him out! Point out the culprit. Point out the source of the disaster in Semolan!"
As Nesei whispered, the cone of destruction began to rotate.
"Point him out!"
The Cult of Destruction followed the chorus, "pointing out..."
After a few seconds of silence, amidst people’s exclamations——
The bright red thick pointer pointed at Anmeses and stopped.
"Dean??"
The Priest of Destruction was the first to be shocked.
"The dean is the Lightless One?!"
"Impossible!" someone exclaimed.
"Fuck me!" Angolo yelled.
Anmesset remained calm and stared at Nesse. The young man's thin arms held a pointed hammer high, and on top of the pointed hammer was a spear that looked like a palace pillar. Like an ant lifting a weight many times larger than its body.
His blue eyes—now that he was no longer trying to hide them in vain—were filled with rage.
"How is it?" The look seemed to be saying.
"Oracle of the God of Destruction——"
Nesei stared at him and pronounced the verdict in a cold voice, "The devil without light is the Dean Ammesses V."
"Fart!"
Angolo was the first to jump out. He stood still for a while, as if he regretted it.
"But..." He sat back.
The priest of destruction opened his mouth.
"It can't be wrong. This is the guidance of the God of Destruction." There was a gurgling sound in his throat. "But..." He knelt on the ground and pressed his face into the soil, shaking like chaff.
More people began to whisper.
"Dean!" someone started to shout. "Dean! Say something!!"
"Dean." A small black-robed mage walked out of the crowd with a frown - the deputy dean of Semoland, who had attended the Unlimited Object Selection Fighting Competition. "This... please explain it. If it is a misunderstanding, we will listen carefully." There was a hint in his words.
"I know." Anmeses gently stroked the hilt of the broken sword.
Smile slightly.
"How should I say...it's me." He took off the golden crown and put it on his chest.
"It's me. How does it feel to be played?"
Anmeses said to the little deputy dean, "Ufa Ufa."
"What -" Several apprentices in blue screamed as their faith collapsed.
"Lord Ufa Ufa!" Angolo's face turned pale.
The black-robed mage who was recognized laughed sharply, and his body suddenly doubled in size - he was originally a strong man. The man chanted a spell, pulled out a rainbow-like stream of light with his hands, and rushed towards Anmeses.
Another sound that broke through the sky came first.
Wufa Wufa managed to turn around, only to see the bright red tip of the spear only reaching Chi Chi.
At the critical moment, he fell to the side, and the destroyer hammer slid past his scalp.
Peng. He fell hard to the ground.
The crowd screamed like night ghosts.
The high-level warlock covered his head and looked back. I saw that the terrifyingly thick blood-colored spear had penetrated into Anmeses' broad chest, nailing him firmly to the black stone chair. The golden crown was also pressed into his body, and large blood flowers bloomed on his chest.
No.
wrong.
He is the Demonic Lightless One, why can't he avoid it?
"Anmeses..." Ufa Ufa hissed.
The hem of the blue apprentice's robe brushed past him.
"The God of Destruction has sent down divine punishment. Kill the Dean of Semolan, Anmeses V." said the apprentice who walked by.
Ufa Ufa looked up at him. That young man, the messenger of destruction, was carrying a pointed hammer filled with black energy.
He has blond hair, blue eyes, a thin build, and a familiar aura about him. He had seen him...at a fighting competition?
That's right.
But it's more than that...
"Ann Merces!!"
Ufa Ufa felt as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes were about to burst and he turned his head and shouted. "You bastard! Why did you admit it for him!!"
"Cough. Cough." Anmeses leaned his head on the back of the chair, leaving blood on the corner of his mouth. Nesai had already walked to his side, his face was ashen and murderous.
Anmeses smiled gently at him.
Yes, I already knew what you were going to do.
White smoke emitted from Dean Asmo's body.
