I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

How long ago was that? He went from the greatest Ascended One to a useless sword.

Aatrox began to think.

a hundred years? No, it was more than two hundred years... No, no, time cannot measure his pain and hatred.

He was once the most perfect embodiment of the blazing sun, a representative of reason, glory and ardor.

His wings are like the golden light of dawn, and his armor shines like the constellations behind the great curtain in the deep sky.

He has guarded this world in the most majestic wars, with the glory of the Ascended One.

Aatrox the Ascended

Until he was given the name of the so-called "Dark Descendant" by those insignificant mortals, and was sealed by his despicable compatriots in the sword that had accompanied him in battles for hundreds of years.

dark. There is only darkness.

You can't live, you can't die.

He tried his best to breathe, but it was in great pain. The surroundings were empty, and there seemed to be no concept of air.

As a result, the throat and lungs seemed to be grasped, and the chest began to throb and became more and more severe.

All his limbs and muscles were inoperable. He can't breathe. He was suffocating. The whole body was numb and unconscious.

He wanted to scream, to tear his face apart, to howl - but he was frozen. Can't move. Can't move.

It was like being poured into a pillar and buried alive, but had to endure hundreds of years of suffocation and stiffness.

Pain and hatred replaced everything in him. glory. self-esteem. Those are gone.

He also groveled and began to pray to the darkness, but there was no response.

So, when he finally conquered someone who foolishly tried to control him, he began to smile.

Aatrox understood.

This world needs him to be destroyed.

Hundreds of years of silence made him talk to himself.

Speaking and breathing are things worthy of respect and enjoyment.

"Aatrox," he said.

"We will keep moving forward...keep moving forward...until we reach the place where the world is destroyed..."

But first, he needs a body.

The mortal body is too fragile to even pick him up.

So in the end, he could only use the fragments of countless corpses and the blood flowing in the mud to roughly piece together a moving body, a parody of his once glorious appearance.

But the blazing sun is no longer there, only blood and rotten flesh remain.

His broken body reminded him all the time that this was just another cage and he needed a more vivid body.

The two plush toys of Remus and Dres did not lie to him, there was indeed a perfect body here.

Aatrox's ragged wings spread out: "Rhaast, get away from the host I like before I cut you into pieces."

"Otherwise, I don't mind throwing you to the Lucas Farm Tool Market for sale!"

Rhaast said coldly: "Aatrox, you are as arrogant as ever. He is mine!"

"What's yours and mine?" Kayn sneered: "After a farm tool and sickle, here comes a fire stick and a sword? Please, I have no ambition to do farm work after retirement!"

Obviously, both parties are ruthless and talkative types.

After verbal attacks on each other, a war breaks out.

[When the Darkborn Sword Demon Aatrox was still an Ascended One, he was the most famous Ascended General of the Sun God Dynasty and one of the strongest Ascended Ones. 】

[Even now, he pieced together his body with rotten flesh and unleashed his desire for destruction like a wild beast, but his superb fighting skills are still everywhere. 】

[As you cut bones and flesh on his body, you find that he is constantly piecing together new bodies from the scraps of meat, and as his body becomes smaller, he becomes more flexible. 】

Kayn was locked in a bitter battle, and if he hadn't fully mastered the power of the shadows, he might have been killed by Aatrox at this point.

After all, Aatrox's combat power is superior to that of Ambisses and Valerian.

Kayn began to be stretched thin and faced constant danger of death.

The reason is that Aatrox possesses a weird domain-type ability that covers a radius of nearly a mile around him.

The surroundings were dark and full of drifting smoke and dust. The broken earth and broken arms and limbs reminded him that this place seemed to be an ancient battlefield.

Here, Kayn cannot escape and can only fight Aatrox head-on.

Laast said with regret: "Kayn, it seems that your good days are coming to an end. Rather than giving him an advantage, why don't you give me your body?"

"Shut up! I'll give it to you if you want it?"

Laast pretended to be aggrieved: "You won't give it to me even if I want it? Kayn, what's going on between the two of us? We are obviously like this. We have been together for decades!"

"I hate it when you say that!"

Kayn, who had long been used to having people talking in his ears, was not disturbed.

However, this time, the opponent was not as easy to deal with as the shadow.

[You roamed and fought for hours, cutting Aatrox into pieces more than once, but he always stood up again. 】

[Finally, the Darkin Demonic Sword pierced your body, and you felt a chaotic and cruel will begin to invade your mind. 】

"No!!!!"

Seeing that the person he had worked so hard to accompany for decades without getting her was about to be taken away by someone he had only met for a few hours.

Raast went completely crazy.

Kayn was already in a state of near-death weakness, and now was the time to seize him.

Therefore, regardless of whether Kayn's body could withstand the simultaneous invasion of two Darkin consciousnesses, blood surged on the Darkin Demon Scythe.

Finally, the eye representing Raast closed, and Raast's consciousness rushed into Kayn's body.

However, the imagined situation where Kayn's mind was directly crushed by the Darkin's consciousness did not appear.

After swallowing the blood of shadow and completely mastering the power of shadow, Kayn underwent some changes that even Zed had never imagined.

Kayn's mind turned out to be a shadow, avoiding the crushing influence of two darkin consciousnesses.

Although he will be crushed sooner or later, at least for now he still retains his consciousness.

"Then let's die together in this body!"

Kayn's will remained unwavering even as he died.

Holding the darkin magic scythe and hunting the darkin, Kayn never considered escaping unscathed.

Even with the fire of the sun, he knew that one day he might be taken over by Raast.

Rhaast's talkativeness and talkativeness are just because, like Aatrox, he was bored and talkative after being trapped for too long.

The so-called warmth is just an appearance, and his thoughts about taking possession of his body have never changed.

So Kayn was prepared.

A shadow slowly stood up behind Kai Yin. It held a huge shadow scythe in its hand and chopped it down slowly but really quickly.

Kai disappeared and died, split into two, not holding back any thoughts of luck, and was extremely determined.

His body will never be used by dark descendants.

"No! I have been waiting for hundreds of years!"

"No!"

With a roar, two darkin spirits were forced to leave the dead Kayn's body.

They were sucked away by the weapons that sealed their souls, and their consciousness fell into darkness again.

Maybe for a hundred years, maybe forever, they can only stay in the darkness and nothingness.

Such was Kayn's resolve.