The Mythical Races I Created

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In the cloud-covered sky, one after another thunder and lightning shot down and smashed on the rising rock fortress full of pure dark energy.

That thunderbolt changed color several times in the sky, and finally formed a blood-red, blood-red thunderbolt.

The blood-red thunder turned into pillars and fell.

Castles are disintegrating, and stones are disintegrating.

"Do not!"

The body of the second-generation dark man seemed to be destroyed by this thunder and lightning, and the whole body suddenly collapsed, like the collapsed rock fortress.

There was an angry voice in the air.

'Fish, who gave you the courage to betray me! ’

'You are the fish I raised, and the fish should be my food. You can't commit the following crimes in this Sky Orbit Ceremony! ’

Some kind of terrifying sound came from the deep sea. This sound was louder than thunder, as if it was made by a giant beast in the abyss, and it seemed like a strange **** overlooking the world.

"what!"

With the rise of the dark fortress, the first thing that collapsed was the right hand of the second-generation dark man Assam. His swordfish arm, which was once cut off by the dark sword, collapsed, completely turning into darkness and dissipating.

His body was also collapsing. "It's not you, the person who will achieve yourself in this sky-track ceremony, that person is me!"

"You are that destiny, I want to let this destiny fall..."

"I……"

Assam's body collapsed inch by inch.

The spell of Dark Lamentation is also insignificant under this power.

The ritual power that has been accumulated for thousands of years is better than this newly born dark power. If it is not for this journey to the Death God Desert, the dark sword has killed too many people and beasts, and absorbed a lot of dark power, I am afraid that the dark sword would have been long ago. Will be destroyed by red lightning.

When the demigod below the island of death found that Assam was about to get out of control, it made a choice to kill Assam in advance, so that all the power of the red fish would be returned to the ritual.

Although this would prolong the ritual time and make things more troublesome, there was no other way.

The dark sword is shaking, it is unwilling.

The second-generation dark man fell into a coma, and while his consciousness was blurred, his soul continued to rise.

He came to a place that mortals might never set foot on.

This temple is located in space.

"here is……"

Assam turned his head and looked around. There was only loneliness and eternity on the vast and boundless meteorite, and there was nothing other than the first time.

Darkness, time, and fate have no meaning here.

Because there is no frame of reference.

Without comparison, there is no meaning.

Here... where is it?

Why is this place filled with loneliness that can make all meaning disappear.

He looked down and saw the boundless planet below the space temple, Assam wiped his eyes and fell into doubt. "There is a very big ball floating below. Is this a world that will only appear after death?"

"The world of the dead, I did not create."

A voice above all appeared behind him.

Assam felt a heartfelt surrender immediately, he felt as if he was created by him, guided by him, and finally guided him back here.

Although he had never been here before, Assam suddenly felt that this was his real home.

"Assam, you're not dead yet, but soon."

Assam lowered his body, always as arrogant as him, and even he who wanted to destroy the destiny, also performed etiquette for this unknown existence.

This existence clearly appeared in front of his eyes, but it seemed that he had never appeared here before. Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to appear everywhere.

There are thousands of things in the world, but they can't escape the eyes of this one.

"Who are you?" the Dark One asked.

"I am a god. I created you, Dark One, with a sword that no mortal man can make..."

The Spirit of Creation replied very calmly.

Assam shook his head. "That's the sword that Hook created, and that's just a sword, not me."

"Dark One. I am the only creator, I don't have to go through my hands or eyes to create a thing, destiny is that I forge your flame, I create all people in this world, but they always think it is Achieve yourself."

Although Assam felt scared, he still dared to question: "If you are the only true **** and the creator, then why am I dying now, and that false **** is going to kill me?"

"Because you haven't recognized yourself yet." Shen Fanyu said calmly, after all, he was just repeating a fact.

"Darkness can swallow everything."

"However, if you still think you are Assam and not the Dark One, you will never discover who you really are."

Assam's face changed, he prayed to the spirit of creation. "God, what should I do?"

"If you really created me, why did you create me?"

"Face your heart calmly, accept your identity, now you are the Dark One, you are the Witch King, you are not Assam, you are not the Sea King."

The Spirit of Creation said: "Darkness is very pure, identity is just a burden to darkness, and even identity will be swallowed up by darkness."

"I created you just as a possibility."

"Good and evil must be balanced. Good overpowers evil, so that good is no longer good. At this time, the greatest good is the greatest evil."

"So I have to create evil to balance good, you and Hook are just my creations."

The second generation of Dark Ones reveals confusion, is it a creation?

If someone else said that, the pretentious he would definitely be angry, because even the Destiny intended to devour him into darkness and would not accept that he was someone else's pawn.

Seeing the spirit of creation, he suddenly understood.

If there is a **** in this world, it must be the one in front of him.

He created all people, but he did not treat all creations as chess pieces. He was a possibility in His eyes.

One that doesn't follow a specific trajectory, full of rebellious, pure darkness.

He is a possibility, he is not a puppet manipulated by others, nor is he a fish.

Assam's eyes firmed. "My name is the Dark One, that's my name."

"I am the Witch King."

When the second generation of Dark Ones accepted his identity, his soul seemed to return to the ground.

One after another red lightning fell from the sky, but a terrible suction appeared in the dark castle, which turned the lightning into darkness.

As much as the lightning strikes, the darkness grows.

The second-generation dark man was wrapped in a set of icy black armor. He wore a helmet made of pure darkness on his head. The top of the helmet was an upside-down sword.

The black cloak rattled behind him.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he was no longer a little murloc.

He raised the dark sword, completely accepting the darkness in his heart, and let the darkness consume all the power of the Sky Orbit Ritual.

"A fool who claims to be a god, I said that it is not you, but me, who will achieve himself in this sky orbit ceremony."

There was a terrible echo in the sky.

‘Why do you have such terrifying power, the essence of your power is higher than mine? ’

‘You are not Assam, who are you? ’

'I warn you, the ceremony has begun and cannot be interrupted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ cannot be stopped. Hahaha, you and Hook, everyone else is a fool, the ceremony can't be stopped at all, what if you do more things? Hahaha……'

The second generation of Dark Ones slashed the Dark Sword from top to bottom.

A sword light flashed, and several red thunderbolts on that day were disconnected from then on.

The dark clouds dispersed, the day appeared, and the bad weather covering the island was split open by this sword. At this moment, all the people in the archipelago whose energy level reached a certain level looked in the direction of the Assam base.

One after another dark power flew out of the island from the dark sword itself.

"I am the Witch King."

It was not until this moment that the Witch King knew that the Dark Sword wanted to fulfill his wish, not just to make a perfect sword appear, but also to make a race appear.

Wizard Race!

This race may be murlocs, orcs, elves, or other races, as long as they have accepted the power of darkness and integrated it into their blood.

Their spellcasting abilities come from darkness, not race.

They don't need to study spells, because spells are embedded in the bloodline, and with the right bytes, sorcery can be performed.

"It turns out that you have been asking people to cast this spell."

The second-generation dark man looked at the dark sword, and then gently chanted the dark incantation. The powerful incantation reverberated in every corner of the air, and reverberated between air particles and air particles countless times.

This spell is the one that can truly give birth to the wizarding race.

Its name is [Dark Curse].

Today, the first Witch King chanted a dark spell in the dark castle he raised alone.

The originally sunny weather was shrouded in endless darkness.

At this time, a miracle occurred.

The area within a few meters of the dark castle is bright and sunny, but the area inside the dark castle is dark.

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