The Mythical Races I Created

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

The thunderbolt changed its 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 lightning, and the whole body collapsed suddenly, like a collapsed rock fortress.

An angry voice sounded 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 must not commit the following crimes in this sky-track ceremony!" ’

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

"what!"

With the rise of the dark fortress, the first thing that collapsed was the right hand of Assam, the second-generation dark man. 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 at the bottom of Dead Island 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 will prolong the ceremony and make things more troublesome, but there is no way.

The dark sword is shaking, it is unwilling.

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

He came to a place that mortals may 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 are all meaningless 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 everything appeared behind him.

Assam immediately felt his sincere surrender. 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 this person's eyes.

"Who are you?" the Dark One asked.

"I am God. I created you, Dark One, that sword cannot be made by mortal man..."

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 god, 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 devour everything."

Gu Ming</span> "However, if you still think that you are Assam, not the dark one, then you will never find your true self."

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

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

"Face your heart calmly and 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 for 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 darkness revealed 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, he 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.

A thing that does not follow a specific trajectory, is full of rebellion, 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 Dark One accepted his identity, his soul seemed to return to the ground.

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

The darkness grows as much as the lightning strikes.

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 now that he realized that he was no longer a little murloc.

He raised the sword of darkness, and he completely accepted the darkness in his heart, allowing the darkness to devour all the power of the Sky Orbit Ceremony.

"A fool who claims to be a god, I said that it is not you, but me, who will succeed in this sky-track 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 ritual has begun, it cannot be interrupted, it 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 Dark One slashed the Dark Sword from top to bottom.

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

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

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

"I am the Witch King."

It was only now that the Witch King knew that the UU Reading Book www.uukanshu.com 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 bloodline.

Their spellcasting abilities come from darkness, not race.

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

"It turns out that you have been asking someone 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 moment, 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 thick and dark.

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