Orc Tyrant

No one responded to him.

He was still alone, but the feeling that some people whispered in his ear was so real that he could almost swear with his life that someone was standing beside him just now.

Yushkin took a deep breath and walked slowly around the room.

His blade stood in front of him, always vigilant to prevent the mysterious whisperer from showing up.

At this time he noticed that a bundle of torn things was piled beside the bench, so he walked to the table, the altar, on which was the big book he had noticed before.

Its cover is made of leather, with cracks and scorching black marks on the old surface.

Yushkin leaned over to examine the book, and opened the cover with the tip of a knife.

The writing inside is vertical, and the handwriting has sharp edges and corners.

"Dia Brother..."

Yushijin immediately recognized that the font was the same as the text in the secret letter. Is this what Diego asked him to look for?

But all Yushkin could see were unidentified so-called words.

What is the use of this weird text?

Just when he had this idea, he blinked, and the words became blurred in front of him.

The symbols in the unknown text began to be distorted and turned into sharp fonts of the mountain language that he could understand, and then rotated to become the official language of the Benedictine Empire, and thousands of other languages ​​he had never seen before. .

He blinked, dispelling the sudden feeling of dizziness.

"What are you doing here, Yushkin?"

A familiar voice asked in his ear.

He suddenly turned to face the voice, but again, he didn't see the other person.

This temple is empty.

"How dare you betray my trust?"

The voice spoke again, this time with a little weight.

And this time he recognized the voice.

Yushijin slowly turned around and saw the shadow prince Diego standing in front of the altar.

The man's face was dry and pale, the flame-like yellow eyes were full of scars, the sharp teeth were metallic in a mouth without lips, and two identical scars crossed the center of his face.

There was a murder rune pierced on his forehead, the same as the golden logo on his gorgeous black armor.

"Do not……"

Yuhijin spoke, stepping back from the terrible evil spirit.

"You broke into the forbidden place."

Diego hissed, his eyes bursting with flames.

"You committed the crime of betrayal."

A blast of deadly hot, dry wind carried Diego's words and shrouded Yushkin in the stench of burning corpses.

After he inhaled the poisonous gas, an illusion appeared in front of the Imperial Marshal.

Broken hills, vast wasteland, large rusty machinery like the bones of monsters in the past.

A steel city in the distant sky blooms like a flower, and a huge flying vehicle proudly rises from the burning broken petals, piercing the polluted clouds.

The sky above was shrouded in flames, and Oak's wild laughter came from the sky.

Yushkin wanted to scream, this ruined illusion was more terrifying than everything he had ever seen.

This is not true... This cannot be true!

This thought gave him strength, and he pulled his mind away from the dying world, and suddenly he soared above the nine heavens, wandering among the stars.

He witnessed the destruction of the whole world, the land withered, the rivers dried up, and all he could see was ruins.

And when he raised his head, he found clusters of gloomy red stars staring above him, like a huge and terrifying eye.

The incomparably huge monsters and the sky-shielding fleet gushed out from that eye like an endless torrent, and finally his entire senses were not in the wave of blood.

A sea of ​​flames rose from the blood, swallowing everything in front of him, leaving only charred, barren wasteland wherever he went.

Is this the **** in the madman’s fantasy, a kingdom of destruction and chaos?

Yuhijin forced himself to remember what Diego had said to him, and he also mentioned these strange scenes created by the dark faith.

This is not an illusion of a lunatic.

"This is the future."

"You are not Diego Dia!"

Yushkin roared, trying to drive the whisper from his mind.

"You are witnessing the death of this world."

Yushkin saw the green beasts in the torrent of flames gushing from the crimson giant's eyes. They were dressed in surreal armor and surrounded by leaping mutant creatures.

There is also Guk himself, a giant who can destroy the entire world in the palm of his hand.

"This can't be the future! This is a twisted and sick future."

"you are wrong."

The burning torrent faded away, and Yushkin struggled to find a support, something that would convince him that this terrible illusion would never come true.

He started to fall again, his vision became blurred, and then he opened his eyes and found himself in the barracks of the Aswan fortress.

He once felt safe here, surrounded by debris and many familiar objects.

But something is wrong.

The maps and documents around him were burning, and there were only flames and ashes on the desks and racks.

Yushikin tried to rescue the maps and files, but the flames fought back.

His hands were burnt to black, flesh and blood peeled from the bones.

Yuhijin blinked, and he saw the source of the flame that had burned to this point, the endless tumbling void lurking at the core of everything, and the eyes of dark power with boiling malice.

The horrible creatures with crab claws and appendages leaped trivially among the mountains of corpses, their horned heads and neighing goat-like faces were distorted by the madness of the void.

The swollen monster, covered with maggots and filth, swallowed the stars one by one.

The giant in brass armor uttered a never-ending battle cry on its skull throne.

The sorcerer who lost his soul sacrificed billions of lives in a silver palace built of lies.

Yushkin struggled to separate his gaze from this crazy scene, and his reason was almost unable to withstand such a scene.

"I won't bend my knees under any evil!"

In the blink of an eye, the walls of the temple instantly returned to his eyes, and the air was full of incense.

Yuhijin was panting quickly, his heart beating wildly, and the beast's head was dizzy, and the effort to drive what he saw out of his mind made him sick.

This is not anger, but fear.

Yushkin suddenly realized that everything he knew about the vast ocean was wrong.

In other words, everything that the world knows is wrong.

This is what Diego wants him to understand. The dark forces that occupies the depths of the void are trying to move the world, and they are the same threat as Ouke.

He suddenly calmed down.

It must not be a coincidence that Diego declared this to him at this time. He might be warning or alerting himself to something.

Yushkin thought of the growing community of wizards.

"Maybe it's time to talk to Nutans."

Yuhikin thought for a moment, rushed to the altar, violently closed the ancient book, and fastened the brass lock.

Even after closing it, he could still feel the terrifying thoughts buried deep in the pages of the book.

Only a few months ago, he would still feel that the idea of ​​a certain power in a book seemed extremely absurd, but he could not doubt the evidence provided by his senses, even after he had witnessed and heard the unbelievable. After all the horror.

He picked up the book, clamped it under his arm, got out from behind the soft and collapsed flag hanging on the wall, and returned to the quiet darkness of the deserted king's court.

He now has many questions to answer, but there are very few people he can trust.