Relying on the uncommon unity in Comoros, Duran, the small slaves, gradually emerged from the bottom of the country, and after joining the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, they organized their own plundering teams and grew step by step.
But now, these people are gone, and none of them are left, Duran feels extremely angry.
Therefore, he hated Victor, Krez Virix and the Black Heart Conspiracy Group. After being captured, he always wanted to express his loyalty to Soshyang, hoping that the other party would accept him, but Soshyang did not show his face until this time he brought news of the True Fire Trial.
Duran is a very straightforward person, and he is the first to do it. This life-and-death trial is only a small test in his short life. Many of the life-and-death crises he has experienced are higher than this risk.
The ceremony is not complicated. After burning incense and bathing, they will only wear a white robe, hold their soul stones, and climb the temple stairs that have been shrouded in Asu Yan's true fire until they reach the highest point, where Soshiyang and Asu Yan's Holy Grail are there. Those who succeed will receive Asu Yan's blessing, which has been lost for tens of thousands of years.
But when Duran saw the huge pyramid temple for the first time, he was shocked by its magnificence, which seemed to be no problem for thousands of people to climb. What shocked him even more was the heat that was so crowded that it was a hundred meters away. Platinum flames were burning on each step, and even the translucent pyramid was burning. The high temperature distorted the light. They could hardly see what was on the stairs except for a piece of white light.
When the staff arrived, an obscure mantra was recited from Madell's spiritual bone body, and then a spiraling breath dissipated after briefly wrapping all participants, but retaining the obscure breath in preparation for the next ritual.
"Praise the original phoenix and praise Asuyan. It has never fallen, it will be reborn in your body!"
"Praise Asuyan...Praise Asuyan..."
Duran had never had any interest in the old gods of their race in the past, but now he had to keep blessing with the name of their former Father God to bless him, which made him feel a little funny, but he immediately eliminated it. This is not a time to joke.
“Climb it!”
At the command of Madell, six thousand candidates began to climb from four directions of the pyramid. Duran was also the first person to step on the first ladder. He had long been accustomed to fighting for the first place in everything.
Instilled with psychic energy and the potion taken in advance, Duran felt a slight heat as he began to feel the heat around him, as if he was shining with the spring sun.
But as he gradually climbed, less than a hundred levels, there were already fires around him, and it felt like the storm of his hair and skin.
Originally, he could still see the climbers around him, but by this time he could see nothing around him, and his whole body was wrapped in flames.
But he knew he could not stop, and gritted his teeth and stepped on the hot stairs with his naked feet. His eyes were already stimulated by the shiny white flames, and his tongue began to smell blood. His nose seemed to be on fire, and his hearing was almost lost. However, his hair and robe were not burned, but the heat on his feeling had begun to turn into scorching.
After walking on countless steps again, the hot heat almost steamed Duran to faint. He felt as if he had fallen into a huge furnace and was boiled all over his body by boiling water and scorching iron.
How far is it?
How far is it...
In consciousness, a whip hit his head, knocking the thin, he was covered in blood on the ground, squeezing his heart.
The supervisor looked at him with a grim smile. The tower under construction in the distance was like a tree that had not grown in countless spikes. Several hands helped him up, all of whom were afraid and desperate. He wiped the blood from his forehead and continued to push the huge cage in front of him, which were filled with corpses that were about to be used as materials. Many people talked to him not long ago and ate.
Chaos suddenly came, their lords needed new warriors, and the slaves got the opportunity—
She stood facing him, and the knife in his hand stabbed into the other person's chest, her eyes shining as dark blood flowed down her pale skin.
Many dark days, in the cold hut that can only be called a nest, only she gave him a little warmth. He didn't know how to call each other, sisters, lovers. Or...
Something else, but the time to hug each other is the only time he can feel at ease...
She fell down, and then there was a laugh and a rude laugh. Then, under the command, he knelt down like a puppet, cut open her body, and took out her heart.
At this moment, the essence of his soul opened like an abyss, revealing the bad luck waiting for him.
Death, curse, hunger and thirst will one day devour him and burn him from within-
As the memories came a lingering sense of uneasiness, even worse than the mental hunger that tortured him throughout his life, it was like a thousand daggers in his heart, a thousand sharp blades cutting his thoughts, and a thousand mean actions reflected on each shining blade.
Despair, hatred, anger, desire...
All of this was washed away when his life flowed out of the wounds of his soul, replaced by a severe pain.
besides...
Guilt.
He didn't know if that was love, but he would never forget the woman who didn't even have a name. It was the deepest scar on his soul, and it was now being ruthlessly torn apart.
Duran tried hard to open his eyes, but the bright white light made him blind and suffered too much pain, and he was even a little lost.
Without hunger or fear, he is nothing.
He didn't want to be erased, just like a broken net. The more he struggled, the tighter the net became.
At this moment, he discovered the truth. In addition to war, hatred and pain, there can be more...
The nobles burst into laughter at the banquet, and slaves with the same characteristics as them rolled in death. The one who died the most in Comoros was not slaves of other races, but Ada himself.
That is not a refuge, it is a demon cave where countless Ada's corpses are piled up!
He felt sad, so deep that it was enough to drown the whole world, and then he understood why he felt guilty about a female slave who had no name, and knew why hunger could never be satisfied with blood, and why pain could never eliminate the sting of the curse.
Duran realized that it was Comoros who poisoned Comoros, and the conspiracy pushed it to the curse, and for the first time he was angry at those evil deeds and sinners, and he did not lose his innocence, because he was convicted at the moment of his birth.
Realizing this, he stood up suddenly and roared—
Chapter completed!