Netheril’s Brilliance

Staying alone in the dim and icy kingdom of God, sitting alone on the majestic and lonely throne, accompanied by the cold wind blowing around, accompanied by frost drifting in the sky, closing his eyes motionless, the **** of hurricane is in a poor state now Extremely.

This is true whether it is the physical state or the psychological state!

Physiologically, At Dylan, who had resisted two levels of legendary killer moves, had his soul broken, and the grudge attached to the lance of the legendary knight made his wounds unable to heal, although the **** at this time has not Severely injured to lose combat effectiveness, but the feeling of going deep into the soul and being crushed and ravaged with thoughts is still enough to make any creature tremble in pain.

And psychologically...I have to admit that the punk strategy has been more than half successful, and Atdillon is now experiencing unprecedented torture from faith.

This time, the desperate prayer voice he heard was no longer a tumultuous hustle and bustle, but a very clear and very hazy desperate sob—that was a soft cry from a little girl believer...

What a heartbreaking low cry. The God of Hurricane knows that this young believer has done nothing wrong. She is just a little kid who is diligent in recitation of the scriptures every day and is a bit naughty. But now, this innocent Because of being involved in this legendary war, the children of s will be sent to the altar of flame and turned to ashes.

I don’t know why, the innocent prayer voice full of doubts and fears lingers most in Atdylan’s ears, even though other equally heavy and depressing prayers slapped his mind like the waves, but the scarred gods are wrong. In any case, there is no way to ignore this tender cry.

Holding the giant sword in his hand, biting his lower lip in pain, Atdylan suddenly remembered a long time ago... He thought of his sister, remembered... He could only use "sad" To describe the childhood.

When the **** of the future hurricane was just a twelve-year-old boy, Atdylen, who was born in a poor family, had a sister who was two months younger than him. He still remembers his sister’s voice and smile. Her beautiful black head dancing with the wind............

What a lovely girl that is. In the winter morning, the girl who is eager to help her parents run the bakery and bread shop will always pull her ignorant brother out of the bed and help to fold the quilt. Said:

"Brother, don't sleep in bed, go and clean the steps, the guests are coming."

This sentence is very deep in Atdylan's memory, because it is the sweetest sentence that almost runs through his entire childhood.

At the same time... it was the last word his lovely sister ever said to him.

On such a peaceful morning, the girl who had to clean up the steps by herself because she couldn't hold her brother was seen by the aristocratic dude passing by in the small town. Her beautiful and clean childish appearance was not surprisingly drunk. Dude's evil desires, so in the morning, the very old-fashioned and very sad plot was released in Atdillon's family as scheduled.

Two guards armed with long swords smashed through the thin wooden door of the bakery. They wanted to arrest Atdylen’s sister on the charge of “theft of the lord’s finances”. The master, Atdylan brothers and sisters, and his parents can only shiver in the corner.

Then... just when the little boy as the elder brother was about to be scared to cry by the swords drawn by the guards, his black sister, who was sobbing softly, resolutely broke free from the embrace of his parents and stood in front of the whole family... ………

To this day, Atdylan still remembers the image of the girl who was not even as tall as the sword in the guard’s hand, opened her arms and blocked herself behind her. The trembling petite body formed the strongest barrier in front of the little boy, covered by sunlight. The back figure of Upper Phnom Penh is extremely stubborn and heart-wrenching............

"courage"!

At that moment, the young Atdylan didn’t know how much he wanted to have courage, wanted not to tremble in front of the cold blade, wanted to rush out and hug his sister, the beast that was born suddenly in his heart was whimpering. Hissing, the bitten lips left drops of blood!

But it's a pity... After all, the former Atdylan never brought up the courage. The man who flinched in the corner with his parents was just a little boy with his head covered with flour. He watched embarrassedly as his sister was framed as a criminal. With shackles on, the sound of heavy steel collision seemed so cold in the foul language of the two guards... Until the little girl was "led" out of the gate by the two guards like animals, the boy with pale face Feel the **** taste that fills the mouth from biting the tip of the tongue.

Since that day, Atdylan never saw his sister again.

"More than 30 million years have passed, so long has passed without knowing it............ Such a long time is not enough for a sad boy to gain a little bit of insignificant courage"?

There was chaos in his mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Hurricane God sitting on the throne covered his face with his left hand, and his five fingers even pressed the fingertips into his skull.

Outside of the gods, the faint cry of the little believer girl's crying sound in Atdylan’s ears was like an approaching tide, and she was surrounded by painful prayers. Only this desperate sob moved the gods like a bell. soul…………

I don’t know when it started. This cry composed of sadness and despair has gradually overlapped with the sobbing of the girl in his memory. Atdylen just feels like he has returned to that boring room for an instant. At the bakery, he was still the little boy covered in flour, hiding in the corner shivering, full of blood but not daring to move, and his most important sister was being taken by the hateful guard to a famous The fate of the perverted nobleman and the tragic fate waiting for the little girl is self-evident...

"Do not"!

Fingers full of supernatural power cut through the twisted face, red blood dripped down the chin of the hurricane god, listening to the crying sound of the ears, the blood-red eye of Atdylen fiercely held The epee burst out!

"No! I am no longer the weak and weak"!

The twelve-year-old boy in his heart roared like a dying beast, and the hurricane **** lingering in frost burst into the sky of the kingdom of God like a ghost crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the anger belonging to the gods finally ignited the dim kingdom of God. At this moment, there is no need to be reckless or sensible-it is just that after a full 30 million years of time, the name is Atdylen. The little boy finally found the "courage" he dreamed of in the burning of anger!

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