I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

The tower still stood, but the flames had not yet been lit.

There was something missing, Jost thought, something pure, fundamental, going to the root.

There are three conditions for the existence of a magic network.

The first is the agreement between the mage and the monster, which represents the contract and oath, is the law, is the order, and is the foundation of everything.

Secondly, knowledge, the knowledge from great beings, the old rulers, and the ancient books, as well as the derived magic, are the source of everything.

Finally, there are sacrifices.

Carrying pollution, consecrating oneself in eternal silence, sacrificing oneself as a sacrifice.

This is a continuation of everything.

At this moment, the players have signed an agreement and reached an agreement with the Magic Network, and the foundation has been established.

Through Jost's rituals, those long-standing knowledge will also be poured into the magic web, becoming a spell that everyone can master, with a long source.

All that's left is the sacrifice.

Once the three conditions are determined, Jost can immediately materialize the magic network. In this land of the night, everyone will have the opportunity to connect to the magic network. In an instant, the flame of the spiritual torch will burn all over the land. Here, the deep night sky is illuminated.

From then on, the Kingdom of Darkness will begin a history of struggle and sacrifice that lasts for thousands of years. Countless people will die as a result, and countless people will be born during this struggle, opening their eyes and looking at the world.

The monsters that surged forward like a tide, enveloping everything, destroying everything, and destroying the world. The monsters covered the sky and the sun, and even the air seemed to smell the smell of blood and fire.

Jost stood at the top of the tower, the top of the tower where the efforts of countless people had been gathered just to challenge the unreasonable god.

He was able to overlook the world and witness the suffering and struggle in this foreign land.

Ahead is a terrifying beast, and behind you is a crumbling home.

it's time.

He thought that he already knew the answer, but making this decision required great courage.

Because that is not just the sacrifice of one person, but the sacrifice of countless people from now on.

Jost can sacrifice his life at any time and in any form just to save the world he loves, but he has no right to decide the dedication of others. What Jost will do next is the most extreme arrogance. Because he will decide the fate of thousands of mages in the future.

And Jost himself will be bound to this tower forever, witnessing all subsequent sacrifices and deaths until the end of the world.

At the last moment of his life, he could give up everything and die suddenly, and there would be no need to worry about the flood after death.

But he didn't do that.

Jost stood at the top of the gray tower, the empty top of the tower.

"Legend has it that those powerful mages can leave a curse on the world when they die."

"The knowledge they carry exceeds the limits of mortals. They sublimate themselves, control the rules, and are even comparable to gods."

"Therefore, when they fall, the most hateful, desperate, and angry will will remain as a curse."

“There are lakes that hold thousands of pollutants, and just seeing them is enough to drive you crazy.”

"There is an eternal storm, raging wildly and raging, wiping out all living things."

"There are also towers that stand tall and towering, twisting all the surrounding creatures, causing corruption to blossom."

Jost's vision at this moment has transcended the present. He can see everything from the emergence of civilization in this world to the distant future.

The nosebleeds flowed quietly, which was a sign that some kind of spell was about to be cast.

"I, Jost, the first chief mage of the Gray Tower, before I die, what I want to leave behind is not a curse, but a hope."

Around him, traces of electricity surged, and the rotating storm formed a huge and wild vortex above his head, which even monsters were afraid of.

He raised his head and stared at the red vortex. Through the clouds, he looked at the red moon and all the people in the world who were trying to fight against the god in the present, past and future.

Then he spoke.

"Agni the Fire Burner, you once protected the thirteen principalities with your own power. In the face of the demonic tide, your brilliance was more blazing than the sun. At the last moment when your sanity remained, you chose to sacrifice yourself and turn the original sixteen The demon tide has been reduced to fourteen, and the curse you left behind is still lingering in the far north, which is a fire tornado that devours all things."

"Fral, the unyielding flower, the improved medicine you developed saved the country that was on the verge of collapse during the great plague. Those enchanting flowers were once the most feared nightmares of monsters. When you walked the earth, the white flowers were once It blooms all over the Black Forest, and even your death is extremely poignant. The curse is the bright red thorns that keep growing in the deepest part of the Black Forest, and continue to destroy monsters, as they have for hundreds of years."

"The question maker, Jason, the labyrinth spell you created still imprisons the lord of a demonic tide. You were the first to show humans that those monsters are not invincible. Even if they are weak, humans can still use wisdom to defeat them. , even after your death, your curse has become a barrier that monsters cannot break through."

As he spoke, he traveled through time and space, talking to the great mages who once walked the earth.

The most desperate, extreme, and indignant curses poured into his brain along with a massive amount of knowledge that was enough to destroy his will.

"To all the mages in this world, I, Jost, hereby make an oath to you."

The rays of light intertwined to form a huge net, and in the middle of the net was him.

"I promise you that as long as I am willing to extend your hand, I will always answer your prayers."

In the void, countless illusory hands stretched out towards him, either firm, or panicked, or eager, or angry, and prayers containing countless emotions flowed into his consciousness along the network of intertwined lights.

The first handshake is the last prayer in despair, the murmur of struggle in pain, and the roar of filial piety in anger. No matter what it is, it represents a will, which is to believe in the existence of hope and try to give it to it. near.

In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out of Jost's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His skin turned red, white smoke emitted, and some kind of blazing flame would rise from under his skin.

Emotion and will are far more torturous than knowledge. His eyes are only scarlet, and his whole person is about to strip away the last bit of humanity and become a mark, an existence that will never be erased.

Therefore, Jost extended his hand towards those prayers without any hesitation.

The second handshake is a response of not betraying, not letting down, and not ignoring anyone.

Jost endured the pollution brought by all knowledge, and those huge curses turned into entities and flowed into his body. Through this action, through the ages, the will of the great mages that the Kingdom of Night is proud of passed through the invisible giant. The network is brought together.

Some people sneered, some had tears in their eyes, some were confused, and some were complacent, but all the wills reached out to him without hesitation.

They all know that choosing Jost is equivalent to putting themselves in a cage. Their will will be imprinted on the magic network forever. From now on, countless mages will pray to them, and those Knowledge from foreign lands will also be imprinted on their minds through the magic network, along with contamination.

They will bear all the pollution for the entire Kingdom of Night forever.

Even so, they chose Jost.

Just like I once chose hope.

The moment the two hands hold each other, the spell is about to be completed.

"pray......"

Using his last strength to spell out the word, his whole body was enveloped in pale flames.

The flame was weak and swaying in the strong wind, as if it would go out in the next second.

Shia quickly realized what he was going to do. She immediately closed her eyes and began to pray toward the gray tower just like praying to the gods for magic gifts at midnight every day.

Seeing this scene, Drizzt also closed his eyes.

More people began to pray.

A player who once fought monsters naked among flowers.

Players harvesting in wheat fields and looking at the golden waves of wheat.

Players who fight the iron lizards, build fortresses, learn magic, and live a real life in the Kingdom of Night.

The townspeople dominated by fear, the mages who resisted tenaciously, and the viewers from another world watching the live broadcast in front of the computer.

Everyone started praying.

Magic is the power of the mind.

A powerful mage must have a strong will.

And the most powerful spell will inevitably carry the most determined prayer.

The countless, layer upon layer, majestic and tsunami-like prayers converged on the gray tower along the gradually darkening network.

The will that is willing to endure such a fate, and is willing to turn into firewood, ignite oneself, and illuminate this dark world.

That is a promise, a contract, an oath.

In this darkest, most desperate and painful moment, they chose to believe in hope.

This is the third handshake.

As a result, the largest spell in the Kingdom of Night's history was completed.

The pale flames on the gray tower burned blazingly in an instant. The light penetrated the clouds, the crowds, and the densely packed monsters.

Only then did Shia finally understand why this year was called the "Year of Fire" in the history of the Kingdom of Night.

From this moment on, magic is no longer a flower that is kept on the shelf, but a power that everyone can access.

From this moment on, the monster is no longer an invincible despair, but an enemy that can be fought with a mortal body.

From this moment on, the shining stars in the sky of the Kingdom of Darkness are no longer stars, but mages one after another.

From this moment on, the Kingdom of Darkness will fall into a thousand-year struggle and struggle, but those people who have suffered hardships and hardships, those who are hardworking, brave, and constantly striving for self-improvement, have never said the word surrender again.

Because from this moment on, the trumpet of resistance has been sounded, and human beings have ignited their own civilization with their own hands.

In the spiritual torch that was as blazing as a heartbeat, Jost's voice penetrated space and time and came to the ears of the culprit.

He said, God damn it!

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