Absolute protagonist

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the huge shadows quickly swallowed up the remaining light. The church in the center of the city rang bells in the distance.

The heavy rain tore through the heavy clouds and poured down.

In the eastern district of Kalai, on a remote street, a young man limped in the heavy rain. His worn linen shirt was wet by the heavy rain, and his dark brown curly hair was also wet and stuck to his face. As he walked, the faint blood on his knees was washed down along his calves by the rain, and the short pants were dyed red.

"Little boy, what's wrong with you? Did you go to the upper city again to steal the money bag of some young master and be discovered by the nobles?"

The rows of low and old houses on the side of the street were like building blocks lined up in a row. In the tavern facing the street, the drunkards drinking cheap beer laughed loudly.

The boy immediately turned his head nervously, quickly raised his head and glanced at the few people, his dark brown eyes were full of anxiety, and a few copper naars were tightly clenched in his palms.

"Hey! Little Chris, I just saw Boss Yasen and his men asking for your address, and they also brought a few distinguished wizards to your place. Did someone report you for helping Father Anderson before?"

The tavern owner hadn't finished his kind reminder when he saw the limping boy run over like a gust of wind, and the splashing mud almost hit his face.

The drunks around laughed again.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Chris bit his lip, endured the severe pain from his knee, and ran wildly in the rain.

Boss Yasen was a small leader of the Kalai City gang, and the East District was his territory. He was always fierce and brutal. Chris once saw him break the legs of a child who didn't pay enough protection fees, and even the bones were exposed. He didn't pay the money in time yesterday. Now it seems that Boss Yasen must have found his home.

Maybe the companions who stayed at home will suffer!

Thinking of this, he remembered the boy he took in two days ago. He looked like a poor nobleman. Chris swears that he has never seen such a good-looking person in his life. If he is found by Boss Yasen, he will definitely not let the boy go. He might be sold to the fat nobles in the upper city.

Chris's steps became more urgent.

Although the weird nobleman seemed to be not sober, he always claimed to be the prince of the empire-this is really more unreliable than the oath of the gambler! Even he, a civilian who grew up in the slums, knew that the empire collapsed, the royal bloodline was cursed, and it had died out long ago-at the same time, the nobleman's personality was not easy to get along with, but he gave him ten gold nails to save his sick companion in time. He must not let him be taken away!

A mess of thoughts were running through his head. Chris was worried about the safety of his companions and the situation of the noble young master. In addition, the terrifying impression that Boss Yasen had left on him made his dark brown eyes more and more uneasy.

The boy subconsciously reached out and grabbed something from Yue Xiong's mouth through the rough linen cloth. It was the cross left to him by Father Anderson.

Father Anderson was a priest in the church of Kalai City. Later, he was sent to the slums in the East District.

He was gentle and tolerant, and knowledgeable. He not only gave Chris and his companions names, but also taught them a lot of words. He was dedicated to serving God and spreading God's teachings. He once helped many people in the slums to treat diseases for free. He was never greedy and asked for money like other priests. In the hearts of orphans like Chris, Father Anderson once replaced the image of his father.

But on the day of judgment last month, this pious and pure ascetic, along with other mean and greedy priests, was burned to death on the cross in front of the church by angry people.

Just because the high gods suddenly stopped responding to the believers' prayers, people blamed the sins on these apostles who claimed to be gods in the world. They failed to pass on the believers' piety to the Lord, but instead tarnished the Lord's glory with their own filth and deception.

Boom!

The silver dragon danced in the sky, and large groups of dark clouds were torn into pieces. It was like the punishment of the gods.

The boy held the cross tightly in his hand and walked quickly. He silently recited the prayers given to him by the priest.

In the low silent recitation, the boy's anxious expression gradually calmed down, as if he had gained some kind of spiritual support from it.

And the shabby little courtyard where he and his companions lived also appeared in front of him.

At this time, Chris was in the mood to sort out what the tavern owner said. He remembered the "Master Mage" mentioned by the other party, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Could it be that Boss Yasen came here not for his own protection fee, but to obey the orders of the Master Mage? Will their target be that noble young master?

With all kinds of guesses in his mind, Chris lost his focus for a moment, and he didn't know what he stepped on. He slipped and fell to the ground, landing firmly in a puddle.

He raised his head with pain, just facing the direction of the courtyard door.

The shabby door of the courtyard fell to the ground like a piece of paper, soaked in dirty rainwater. A group of red-robed wizards stood in the courtyard with their backs to him. They were impervious to wind and rain, and their deep red robes had no wrinkles. Like a flame burning in the rain.

And the noble boy who claimed to be the prince of the empire was surrounded by the red-robed wizards. His golden hair was dim, and his snow-white face lost its color.

Chris' body froze uncontrollably. He raised his head and stared blankly at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open.

Heavy rain poured down from the sky, and the strong wind blew the dark red robes of the mages like flames.

In the radiance of spells, the falling raindrops were like meteorites falling down, or like volleys of ice arrows shooting from the sky. Their ultimate targets were the young men surrounded by them.

The weird aristocratic young man was surrounded by dots of white light, and the light formed a shield to protect him in the center. It's just that this shield is being weakened by the continuous spell attacks, and the flickering light becomes increasingly dim.

"Give up your resistance, Your Highness Iser." With his back to Chris, the leading red-robed mage said slowly, "Although discovering your existence is just an accident, the power of our mage is not the only thing you have left. A little sacred armor can resist."

He took a step forward, and his calm voice sounded like he was pronouncing the truth: "The decadent empire ruled by the church has been destroyed, and the royal bloodline should not remain in the world."

The surrounding magic light became more intense, shattering the light around the young man for a moment, but the next moment the necklace in front of his moonlight lit up with a faint red light, and another ray of light rose around him.

"Despicable mage, shameless and greedy jackal, don't think I don't know what you bunch of ground rats are doing in secret!"

In the light barrier, the young man's green eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of flames. He did not hesitate to take out a silver dagger and cut his wrist.

"I, the seventeenth prince of the Beia Empire, the descendant of the sacred bloodline, Isel Sivis, the demon king who sacrifices my flesh and soul to the abyss, will never let your conspiracy succeed! "

Dark red blood dripped down the incision, and the blood on the ground squirmed. A long blood-red snake circled on the ground, forming a strange and complex pattern around the boy.

Some strange language was whispered by him.

"...It is actually an evil method of sacrificing demons that is prohibited by the church!"

Outside the courtyard gate, Chris, who had heard Father Anderson tell these stories, quickly reached out and covered his mouth tightly, and his body began to tremble.

The first syllable was spoken, like a heavy hammer hitting Chris's head. As the syllables were spoken one after another, dizziness, pain, confusion, and various negative states made him terrified.

"You actually sacrificed your soul to the devil? Are you crazy?!"

The calm expressions of the mages changed. The range of swings of their staffs became significantly larger, and their meticulous red robes became messy as a result. The young man was drowned by the radiance of spells. At this moment, they had exhausted all the strength in their bodies.

When the light barrier shattered, a deep vortex emerged in front of the pale young prince. Dark and thick black mist swirled in the vortex, easily absorbing the elemental energy attacked by the mages.

There seems to be a certain existence in the black mist that is constantly impacting the barrier of the material plane and is about to come here. The inexplicable aura of chaos emitted along with the unique smell of sulfur in the abyss.

Under the unique pressure of higher-level beings, all the mages involuntarily fell to the ground, unable to resist.

Their fiery red robes were soaked in dirty rainwater.

The demon king behind the whirlpool finally poked out a claw and half of his ferocious head. With the blessing of the sacrificial contract, the barrier of the material plane was easily torn apart by Him, and His salivating eyes were like a long-hungry wanderer encountering a rich meal.

"Hehehehe, very good, I'm very satisfied -" The Demon Lord burst out laughing, the expression on his ferocious head suddenly changed, and the body he was about to lean out stopped in the whirlpool, "Who is it? - Dare Steal my prey?"

As soon as he finished these words, before he could do anything else, a white hand came out from the whirlpool behind the Demon Lord and grabbed the horn on his head.

This seemingly weak hand only gave a gentle tug, and then mercilessly dragged the newly emerged head of the Demon Lord into the whirlpool.

Then, a burst of screams sounded.

The pale-faced Isel Sivis fell in the strange formation of blood, and his soul continued to dissipate with the power of the contract. Seeing the summoned demon king suddenly disappear, his green eyes couldn't help but be dyed with despair.

At this time, an illusory figure stepped out of the whirlpool. Under his robes that were darker than Evernight, his hair was floating like moonlight. This mysterious man lowered his head and looked around at the red-robed mage who fell on the ground. He looked at the young prince whose eyes were gradually blurring.

He leaned down and put a finger on the young man's forehead.

"Well, don't worry. Although I changed people midway, I will fulfill your contract."

His tone was natural and unwavering. The despair in the young man's eyes faded away, and his soul completely dissipated.

The illusory figure of the mysterious man melted like the moonlight and blended lightly into this new body.

The red-robed mages who had been suppressed by the Demon Lord finally regained their ability to move. They couldn't help but hold the staffs in their hands and looked at this existence that was more terrifying than the Demon Lord with vigilant and fearful eyes.

The boy on the ground stood up again, his golden hair sparkling in the rain, and his blue eyes seemed to be filled with a lake, deep and mysterious.

From his eyes, the mages read an ominous premonition: "Your Excellency..."

"I'm sorry, everyone." The young man showed a gentle smile, as bright as the morning sun, "Since I agreed to the contract, I can only ask you to die."

He reached forward.

Boom!

The gloomy sky suddenly turned into a sea of ​​thunder, and the shining lightning roared in the sky, as if something in the dark was angered.

The whole world seemed to be filled with shining lightning. Chris, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but squint his eyes. He reached out with one hand to cover the cross in front of the moon again, and whispered a prayer.

When he opened his eyes again, the vast lightning in front of him had disappeared, and the rainstorm stopped inexplicably.

The figures of the red-robed wizards in the yard disappeared completely, as if they were wiped out from the world, and only the weird sacrificial array remained on the ground.

He held the cross, and his stunned eyes seemed to be looking at an incredible miracle.

"Are you angry now? It turns out that you can't use too much power that doesn't belong to this world..."

The young man in the yard looked up at the sky and smiled strangely.

Then he walked towards Chris slowly, leaned over and stretched out his hand to Chris who was still lying in the puddle.

Chris was stunned.

The boy was a little amused: "What? Don't you plan to get up?"

Chris in the puddle still stared at him blankly.

It was obviously the same body, but with a different soul. At this moment, the boy showed a completely different temperament from before. And this indescribable special temperament made Chris fascinated.

The dark clouds dispersed at some point, and the sky was clear at dawn. The golden sunlight shone on the boy's golden hair and reflected in his emerald green eyes. He leaned down and stretched out his hand to Chris, who was in a mess in the mud pit, with a gentle and bright smile on his face.

In a trance, Chris remembered a picture he had seen on the mural of the church when Father Anderson was still there. The mural was hand-painted by Father Anderson and was called "God's Coming".

In the bright morning light, the god fell from the sky. He leaned over and stretched out his hand to his believers who were trapped in the mud, and then the flame of light rose up, and all the darkness was dispelled.

Chris looked past the boy and up to the sky.

The sun was rising and the dark clouds were gone.

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