Chapter 483: Deep Sorrow (92): Battle of Fate (Part 1)

"Monster, it's really a monster." "Future" murmured, looking at the transformed lower body of the Lord of Darkness, and forgot to run away for a moment because of fear, and stood there at a loss.

But the Lord of Darkness would not give more opportunities to those who insulted him. He first crossed his hands and stood on his chest, and then whispered, muttered, and chanted an ancient, mysterious, strange language with a strange enough tone.

This language is not Crusdish, nor is it the Sune language of the same culture in the south, nor is it the common language of the Western Continent that the Putoya people want the entire continent to learn. It is somewhat similar to the ancient holy Roman language that the Central Empire chanted to praise the Creator, and it also has something in common with the rapid and cadenced ancient language of the Flame Empire.

At first, Dak and Wolfya just took two steps back, and while keeping a distance, they took a fighting stance, ready to fight a desperate battle with the "monsterized" Lord of Darkness. But when Wolfya picked up the rocket launcher again and Dak condensed enough water-based magic power to form an ice cone weapon, the second half of the sentence and syllables chanted by the Lord of Darkness began to become familiar.

"It's the Central Language." Dak analyzed:

"No, it's not a simple Central Language, but a more ancient Central Language. It is the original Central Language created by the Qidanris and the Central People in the First Era. To be more specific, it is the wonderful language produced by the first encounter between the language and culture of the two nations."

"'The original Central Language'?" Wolfya whispered, but after only a second, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dak, and asked with an extremely incredible expression:

"Dak, I remember that the history of the 'original Central Language' was told to me by the professor of ancient characters of the long-abolished Federal Military Special University. He said at the time that this was a dusty history, and not many people knew this except for the executive chiefs of the Cruz Federation of successive generations. Could it be that , have you seen Commander Vasili? "

"No." Dak shook his head, looked at the Lord of Darkness who was still chanting the ancient Central language, looked up at His monster-like body, and the extremely aggressive and fluctuating dark energy light balls surrounding Him, and replied:

"I have never seen Commander Vasili, and he and I may not have this fate. It's just that this dense forest, this church, this ruins of Khitanris, and this sudden fog made me remember some memories that are long enough but very close.

"I clearly remember that an old man in a white robe, who was similar to an ancient Central saint, once narrated to me the 'original Central language'. He once told me that this language condensed the wisdom of the ancient Central people and the 'fiery tenderness' of the people of Khitanris, no, the Flame Empire. Perhaps, this is my memory before I became an 'alien monster'. I seem to remember that before I became a monster, I wandered and traveled on this continent."

"Travel... travel? "Wolfya was a bit confused, but he still chose to focus on the Lord of Darkness.

At this moment, the Lord of Darkness was still chanting the spell. His lower body was still the dirty, ugly and disgusting monster body. His three thick tails kept flapping up and down, and the seven eyes on it were wide open, as if he was on the verge of rage.

And He still did not choose to attack, but formed a circle of light black protective shield around his body. The dark energy light ball just now turned into a circle of energy auras surrounding his body, while absorbing the dark magic source power from the surrounding space and the depths of the universe, it continuously sent power to the heart.

Soon, the blood vessels of the Lord of Darkness swelled all over his body, and the veins of every skin became clearly visible, just like a special [warrior] who took a lot of drugs to maintain a huge muscle mass. Even His face was covered with bulging blue veins, especially with a white face. 's youthful face, it looked particularly scary and creepy.

However, on the one hand, the Lord of Darkness's chanting had not ended, on the other hand, "Future" stood still to "adjust his mentality", and on the other hand, Dak and Wolfya did not dare to act rashly in the absence of complete information, resulting in an extremely strange and ineffective confrontation.

Staring at the Lord of Darkness's state of being a "monster" in the dark night, Dak's eyes quickly flashed with several distant but clear pictures. Several saints of the Ancient Central Empire were standing in the ancient temple built with white stone pillars. Behind them were countless gods in charge of different fields, and those saints were teaching him about the knowledge of the Ancient Central Language in the afternoon when the scorching sun burned the earth.

Immediately afterwards, Dak actually spoke in sync with the saint in his memory:

"Dragons are the most favorite creation of the Creator. They have a strong physique and excellent defense, and also have vitality that surpasses all creatures on the continent. This language is a combination of the Eastern language used by the descendants of dragons and the language of the gods who are closest to the Lord.

"When chanting this language, it is important to ensure coherence, because any change in syllable will lead to a huge difference in the information conveyed to the Creator. However, chanting this kind of language itself is a blasphemy against the Creator and the gods, because the message it conveys is not a wish, not a desire, not a hope, but a command."

"Command?" Wulfya asked, which was consistent with Dak's behavior at the time.

"Yes, it is a command." Dak nodded:

"For humans, formally reciting this language is tantamount to bringing disaster. For gods, unless the Creator approves, the reciting god will lose part of his godhood until he disappears from the order and is wiped out of existence."

"But, the Lord of Darkness does not need this, I mean... uh, the need to put us to death. If he wants to kill us, he can simply move his fingers, there is no need to go to great lengths. Could it be that..." Wolfya seemed to have some judgment in his heart. He took a deep breath, paused, and continued:

"There is an existence here that is worth His great effort to annihilate. It is you, Dark Tillis."

Hearing this, Dark quickly woke up from his long-lost memory. His body twitched violently as if he had stepped on the electric switch. After regaining most of his consciousness, he supported his knees with both hands and half bent over, and began to breathe heavily.

At the same time, the Lord of Darkness's recitation seemed to have surpassed the high-energy part and reached the end.

Wolfya found that the shield that covered the ugly, huge, and powerful body had disappeared. The blood-red moon above everyone's head seemed to be a little bigger. The surrounding birds began to drill out of the woods and flee, and the cats that had gathered here just now fell to the ground with their limbs facing up, as if responding to the Lord of Darkness's terrible chanting ceremony.

Nightingales began to cry, crows began to cry, the ship's whistle began to sound, ice bears began to roar, ice wolves began to howl, and all living things seemed to exist here and call out, but Wolfya looked around and did not find any entity that could make these sounds.

"Hallucination?" Wolfya said vigilantly.

He quickly took out a "An Shen Inner Roll Flower Cigarette" from the box, struck a match to light it, and put it into his mouth.

Then, he picked up the smaller officer's pistol at his waist and shot himself in the shoulder.

Bang!

The sound of bullets scraping against his skin and the smell of burning entered Wolfya's senses. He was sure that his cognition had not been tampered with, and his consciousness was still clear, and his sanity had not been reduced by the thick fog or those extraordinary powers.

However, if all this was not an illusion, the source of the sound was the kid of the Lord of the Dark Night!

When Wolfya raised the rocket launcher and looked up, he found that the face of the Lord of the Dark Night was covered with a layer of strange black totems, and his voice became unusually sharp, like a goat.

His eyes were completely covered with red, and his arms were replaced by two lobster-like mechanical claws, while the three thick steel-like tails were quickly pulled away from the ground, raised high into the air, and stabbed towards the body of "Future".

After a short few minutes of rest time, the "Heartless Virus" in "Future" chose to try to save its host. They began to gather in large numbers at the semi-mechanical heart of "Future", working desperately, trying to make the heart produce more "burning fluid" to provide their host with more powerful power.

However, even though the heart of "Future" had changed from emitting dazzling blue light to a scorching, red "warm" glow, "Future" felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He felt as if a heavy steel ingot was pressed on his body, and he could not exert any strength. The magic source power seemed to evaporate out of thin air. No matter how much he gathered his spirit, the signal he sent out was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he could not mobilize any magic source power.

Until the three thick steel-like tails arrived in front of him, a terrible word that the new god told him many years ago popped into his mind-"dark prohibition".

But everything was too late. The few minutes wrapped in fear made him miss the best time to escape. He was only three or five meters away from the "monster" body of the Lord of Darkness.

When "Future" closed his eyes and waited for the tentacles to penetrate his brain and chest and wipe out his life, a nimble figure stared at the restrictions of "dark prohibition" like a cheetah, pounced on "Future", and took him to the side.

At the same time, the Lord of Darkness's attack, which was full of anger, missed, and only caused the ground to fly up in dust and sink four and a half meters.

Without paying attention to the people who came to rescue "Future", Wolfya quickly picked up the rocket launcher, aimed at the Lord of Darkness's head that combined the purity of a boy and the viciousness of a monster, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

Boom!!! (End of this chapter)