Relying on the kind of unity that is not common in Comoros, Duran and his group of little slaves gradually made their way at the bottom. After joining the Black Heart Cabal, they organized their own plundering team and gradually grew stronger.
But now, these people are gone, not a single one is left, and Dulan feels extremely resentful in his heart.
Therefore, he hated Victor, Kryz Verrix and the Black Heart Conspiracy. After being captured, he had been trying to show his loyalty to Soshiyang, hoping that the other party would accept him, but Soshiyang was so embarrassed.
None of them were revealed until this time the news of the True Fire Trial was brought.
Dulan is a very straightforward person, and he is the first to do it when he says it. This trial of a near-death experience is only a small test in his short life. Many life-and-death crises he has experienced are more risky than this one.
high.
The ceremony is not complicated. After burning incense and bathing, they will only wear a white robe, hold their soul stones, and climb the steps of the temple that have been shrouded in Asuryan's true fire until they reach the highest point.
The Holy Grail of Suyan is there, and those who succeed will receive the blessing of Asuyan, a power that has disappeared for tens of thousands of years.
But when Duran saw the huge pyramid temple for the first time, he was also shocked by its magnificence. It seemed that it was no problem for thousands of people to climb it. What shocked him even more was that the person who stood a hundred meters away could not stand it.
Human heat, each step was burning with white-gold flames. Even the inside of the translucent pyramid was burning. The high temperature distorted the light. They could hardly see what was on the steps except for a white light.
When everyone arrived, obscure incantations were recited from Mardell's spiritual bone body, and then a whirling wind breath briefly enveloped all the participants and then dissipated, but retained the obscure breath to prepare for the following ceremony.
prepare for.
"Praise the original Phoenix, praise Asuryan, it has never fallen, it will be reborn in your bodies!"
"Praise to Asuryan...Praise to Asuryan..."
Duran had never had the slightest interest in the old gods of their race in the past, but now he had to keep chanting the names of their former father gods to bless himself. This made him feel a little funny in his heart, but he immediately put it aside.
Excluded, this is not the time to joke.
"Climb!"
At Mader's order, six thousand candidates started climbing from the four directions of the pyramid. Duran was also the first to step onto the first step. He was already accustomed to competing for the first place in everything.
The infused psychic energy and the potion he had taken beforehand worked. When the steaming heat wave began to fill his surroundings, Duran only felt a slight fever, as if he was being illuminated by the spring sun.
But as he gradually climbed up, when he was less than 100 levels, the surroundings were already covered in blazing fire, and he felt like the scorching sun was steaming his hair and skin.
Originally, he could still see the climbers around him, but by this time, he could no longer see anything around him, and his whole body was wrapped in flames.
But he knew he couldn't stop. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the hot steps with his bare feet. His eyes were so stimulated by the shining white flames that he couldn't open them. The taste of blood began to stick out from the tip of his tongue, and his nasal cavity seemed to be on fire.
He had almost lost his hearing, but his hair and robe were not burned, but the feeling of heat had begun to turn into a burning sensation.
After walking up an unknown number of steps, the scalding heat almost made Duran faint. He felt as if he had fallen into a huge furnace, and his whole body was being boiled by boiling water and burning iron.
How far is it?
How far is it...
In his consciousness, a whip struck the side of his head, knocking the thin man to the ground with blood on his head, and fear tugged at his heart.
The overseer looked at him with a condescending smile. The tall tower under construction in the distance was like a branch among countless spikes that had not yet grown. A few hands lifted him up, with the same fearful and desperate faces. He wiped it away
The blood on his forehead continued to push the huge cage in front of him, which was full of corpses that were about to be used as materials. Many people were talking and eating with him not long ago.
Chaos suddenly fell, their lords needed new warriors, and the slaves got their chance -
She stood facing him, and the knife in his hand stabbed into the other person's chest. When the dark blood dripped from her pale skin, her eyes sparkled.
In many dark days, in the cold hut that could only be called a nest, she was the only one who gave him a glimmer of warmth. He didn't know how to call her sister, lover, or...
Nothing else, but the time when he sleeps with each other in his arms is the only time when he can feel at ease...
She fell, followed by laughter, wild laughter, and then under orders, 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 doom that awaited him.
Death, curse, hunger and thirst will one day consume him, burning him from the inside -
Along with the memories came a lingering sense of uneasiness, even worse than the spiritual hunger that had tortured him all his life. It was like a thousand daggers in his heart, a thousand sharp blades cutting into his thoughts.
, a thousand despicable deeds are reflected on every shining blade.
Despair, hatred, anger, desire...
All of that was washed away and replaced with a crushing pain as the life flowed from the wound in his soul.
besides...
Guilty.
He didn't know if it was love, but he could never forget that woman who didn't even have a name. It was the deepest scar on his soul, and now it was ruthlessly torn open.
Duran tried hard to open his eyes, but the bright white light blinded him. The pain was too much, and he was even a little lost.
Without hunger and fear, he is nothing.
He doesn't want to be obliterated, just like a broken net, the more he struggles, the tighter the net becomes.
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, while slaves with the same characteristics as them were writhing in death. The person who died most in Comoros was not slaves of other races, but Ada herself.
That's not a shelter, it's a devil's cave where countless Ada corpses are piled up!
He felt sad, the sadness was so deep that it could flood the whole world. Only then did he understand why he felt guilty for a female slave who had no name, why hunger could never be satisfied with blood, and why pain could never be satisfied.
Remove the sting of the curse.
Duran understood. He realized that it was Comoros itself that poisoned Commorragh. The conspiracy pushed it to the path of damnation. For the first time, he felt angry at those evil deeds and sinners. He did not lose his innocence.
, because he was already condemned at the moment of his birth.