From the first time he met Tino Taylor, Goodwin had a bad impression of this apostle who was always on fire.
No, that was definitely not jealousy. In short, Goodwin hated him out of a sense of justice.
Now, Goodwin understood that this feeling of justice was foresight. He must have foreseen that he would die from Tino Taylor's energy explosion, which was why he hated him so deeply. It was a pity that he could not make the right response to this premonition, and in the end, he could not escape death.
"If I die, will I return to my original world or disappear?”
No one could give an answer to this question. If he didn't die personally, he wouldn't know.
Strictly speaking, Goodwin's condition wasn't too bad. After all, with the protection of the Seal of the Soul, the explosion only broke a few of his bones. His internal organs were basically intact. The problem was that the force of the explosion was too strong. He was still flying in the sky, and he did not know how long it would take for him to land.
He suddenly realized that his luck was not bad because there was a swamp in front of him. The swamp was extremely poisonous and the poisonous fog was particularly dense, but it was still a good place to land. It was unlikely that one would fall on it. In the end, he flew and flew until he disappeared into the swamp. He still could not land on the ground.
Not far away was a large rift valley, and the bottom was very deep. Speaking of which, this crack was so narrow. He wouldn't fall in, right?
Unfortunately, Goodwin landed in the rift.
Since the heavens were not helping him, he could only save himself. There were many branches on the stone walls on both sides of the rift valley. He used Tool Control Imprint to pull the branches to his falling path, allowing the branches to cushion his gravitational acceleration. Finally, the bottom of the valley was reached, and his falling speed slowed down a lot. He then used Soul Seal to adjust his body, making himself land with his head up and feet down.
The landing was quite exciting. His foot bones and kneecaps were broken, and he sat on the ground.
It was alright, he didn't die. It could be considered that he had saved his dog life.
However, something black fell down. He couldn't dodge. The thing smashed into his face and then into his chest. He was sprawled on the ground, his ribs on both sides broken.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and finally saw it clearly. So, this " falling object " was the Black Knight. He acted as its cushion.
It had to be said that the Dark Knight's magic armor was quite sturdy. It was only completely broken after such a long period of torture. It turned into a huge cloud of black smoke and drifted away.
Underneath the black armor was a tall and thin purple monster.
It seemed a little inappropriate to call him a monster.
Its skin was light purple, its ears were pointy, and its tail was thin and long. But other than that, it looked no different from a human girl.
Oh, there were all kinds of monsters. Some had bat faces, some had lion faces, so it was not strange that some had human faces.
" It " had long, slender eyes, a high nose bridge, a pointed chin, and a head of silver-white hair. By the standards of monsters," it " looked quite pleasing to the eye. No, even by human standards," its " appearance could definitely be considered to be capable of fighting.
Now, it had lost its armor and was only wearing thin clothes. This made Goodwin a little embarrassed.
"Why don't we stop fighting first?" Goodwin suggested using the Filthy Dolphin Language he had learned from the deceased's " memories."
"Why do you speak our language?”" It " got up from his body and covered its chest with its hand.
"I know a lot." said Goodwin. "Look, now that we're all injured and trapped in this damn place, if we fight again, we'll definitely die together. Why don't we work together and escape this place together? Then, we'll go back to our own homes and find our own mothers. How about that?”
"The warriors of the Darklight Race aren't afraid of death, and they won't cooperate with the enemy.”"It" rejected immediately.
Does it want to die with me? No, maybe it can kill me and walk back alive. Due to the protection of the armor," it " was actually not injured. Goodwin, on the other hand, was so injured that he could not take care of himself and had to endure the corrosion of the poisonous fog.
The more this was the case, the more he had to bluff.
Goodwin lifted his body with the Seal of the Soul, just like how a Puppet Master lifted a puppet with a thread. He stood in front of " it ", two heads taller than " it." He looked down at 'it', and his entire body emitted a dazzling light.
"Listen, I can kill you with just a lift of my hand. But if I do that, I will die here too. I don't want to do this because there are still people waiting for me to go back.”said Goodwin. "You're the same. Your family is waiting for you. We can live together and not let those who are waiting for us grieve.”
"I have no relatives." " It " said coldly. "My family was killed by you.”
Its tone was too cold. This was supposed to be a sad thing." It " should not be so cold.
A surge of emotion flowed into his heart.
He could feel the blood in his body burning and the wounds on his body boiling. He had too many wounds, and the poisonous fog surged into his body from all directions. The pain had reached its limit, but it didn't hurt anymore. He only felt a warm current surging in his body.
The illusion appeared again. He saw the soul of the big Blasphemer flowing towards him. He saw the souls of the dead he had controlled flowing towards him.
He saw many ancient characters flying towards him. They formed a black ocean and poured the ocean onto the ground, while an island slowly rose into the sky.
That was the beginning of everything.
History was a bond. Following this link, people could trace a country or a nation back to the moment of its birth. From its birth, one could see its essence.
The Holy Rustan Empire was a Deity Nation, and its history was recorded in books in the form of myths, stored in a vast and deep library.
Blasphemer had words, but he didn't have paper that could be used as scrolls, nor did he have a library that could store scrolls. War and survival were the only things they cared about. Everything else was a luxury. But they did not forget their history, because that was their roots. They were using word of mouth to pass their " roots " from one generation to the next.
Their ancestors lived in a land called the Veluriyam Continent. There were many countries on the Veluriyam Continent. They were sometimes at war and sometimes at peace. Their farmlands were sometimes rich and sometimes poor. Their people sometimes lived happy lives, but sometimes had difficult days. This wasn't strange. Life was like this. Compared to the other continents, the Veluriyam Continent wasn't that different.
The earth and sky had not changed for billions of years. The ones who would change the world would always be humans. One day, a genius researcher in a certain kingdom discovered the power of magic by chance. Then, the gears of history began to turn.
The researchers naively believed that magic could improve people's lives, but politicians would always use scarce magic resources for war first. Magic had changed the political structure of the continent. The countries that were leading in magic research had become the chopping block, while the countries that were lacking in magic research had become the meat on the chopping block. In order not to fall behind in this magic arms race, countries were scrambling to carry out all kinds of experiments.
Finally, one day, another genius researcher discovered the ultimate principle of magic: Magic fed on human emotions. Hate drove magic more than joy; The emotions of the dead were more powerful than the emotions of the living. Somehow, the results of his research were quickly leaked, and the kings of all countries grasped this ultimate principle. Thus, they started a killing game. Whichever country killed more people would have more magic resources and could kill more people faster.
At the climax of the " game ", a small, unremarkable country had mastered the ultimate magic power. They developed a weapon called the God's Punishment Cannon. After some calculations, they believed that it could destroy a country with one shot. With this weapon, they could quickly dominate the continent.
However, the researchers 'calculations were wrong. They had underestimated the hatred that this killing game would bring to the entire continent. The God's Punishment Cannon fired its first shot, and this was also its last shot. It absorbed the resentment of the entire continent and then bombarded the neighboring country with lightning speed, but the aftermath of the bombardment swept across the entire continent.
This cannon killed 60% of the humans on the continent and permanently changed the climate of the continent, causing animals and plants to lose their living environment. Seeing that mankind was about to perish because of their own stupidity, the instigators of this catastrophe launched a self-saving operation. They modified the God's Punishment Cannon and used its power to float their country. Their country rose higher and higher, finally breaking away from the withering Veluriyam Continent.
More than half of the living beings left on the Veluriyam Continent had died due to the harsh weather and environment, but some humans still stubbornly survived. Under the invasion of the desolation, most of their children became abominable mutants, and some of them accidentally gained the ability to adapt to the harsh environment. Hundreds of years had passed. Under the power of natural selection, the descendants of the survivors on the ground had become no longer human, but they had the endurance and resistance to fight against natural disasters.
In these hundreds of years, many things had changed. The only thing that didn't change was their hatred for the Kingdom of Heaven. The researchers of the Kingdom in the Heavens made full use of this hatred. When the mutants of the Upper Kingdom died with hatred, their resentment would turn into magic resources for the Kingdom in the Sky, and these resources would be enough to keep the Kingdom in the Sky floating in the sky.
However, about twenty years ago, the floating device of the Kingdom of Heaven had some faults, so it had to descend to the mortal world and return to the embrace of the earth. The technicians quickly repaired the levitation device, but the edge of the country was inevitably eroded and became an uninhabitable area. Some of the survivors on the ground also took the opportunity to set foot on the country's territory and lurked in these uninhabitable areas. The Kingdom in the Sky returned to the sky, and the spies also came to the sky.
For the past 20 years, they had been attacking and harassing the territory of the Kingdom of Heaven because this was the meaning of their existence. Hatred was engraved in their history, passed down from generation to generation, deeply soaked in their blood. The pain that was constantly present also continued to ignite this hatred, causing it to never be extinguished.
Mutants were enveloped in pain. Their bodies could barely resist the corrosion of the desolation aura, but they were unable to be immune to it or completely adapt to it. As soon as they were born, they would be tortured by the poison of desolation. 20% of the babies would not live past the first month of their lives, 80% of the Mutants would not live more than 30 years, and 100% of the Mutants would suffer from illness all the time. Hatred was the only potion that numbed pain.
However, the history books of the Kingdom in the Heavens did not record such stories. Their rulers deliberately suppressed the use and development of magic, so they could hardly imagine the suffering that magic could bring. They couldn't understand the xenogeneics 'hatred for them, so together with their rulers, they saw the xenogeneics as creatures abandoned by God.
They called the mutants Blasphemers, and they called the place where the mutants lived the Land of God's Punishment.
And they themselves lived on the only sacred land in the world. Therefore, they called themselves the Holy Rustan Empire.
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