Son of the Olden Days

"This kind of thing can't be determined, after all, everything is just what the eyes see, but I do feel the decadent breath, vast and desolate. The reason why I say that it is 80% possible is just out of my personal judgment."

"His whole body is divided into four parts, one quarter is a skeleton, one quarter is a vampire, one quarter is a werewolf, and one quarter is a owl head demon. They are all characteristics of the undead. Such appearances coexist. In one body, what do you think he will be?"

The third seat elder Setin's tone was very solemn, and he asked the chief and second seat elders at the table.

The air became a little dignified for a while, and the three people at the round table fell silent and thought. About the Dark Council itself, about the South, about this continent, and about... and beyond.

"One more thing, when I first arrived, I used the Holy Light Trial to pass him through my heart and nailed him to the ground. Not only was he not dead, I also quietly discovered that there was nothing in his chest, such as a heart, so I I think at least for now, he is immortal."

"But he seems to still have rational and logical thinking, so I stopped the siege of the members of the Dark Cross, so as not to further stimulate and cause his own will to be swallowed by remnant thoughts, and what is more terrifying and uncontrollable changes."

The reason why Setin wants to explain this is because the elders of the two seats have always been worried about the death of his beloved grandson, and at that time, as the principal of the scene, he took the initiative to order to stop the encirclement and suppression of evil. Give an explanation.

"Your handling is right!" Chief Elder Pallad sighed with emotion.

If the situation at that time was further besieged, it would probably be a meaningless sacrifice, and even more terrifying would be the control of the evil after it has been intensified. Facing a thinking monster is sometimes much easier than facing an irrational monster.

"Then we... do nothing? Just watch him raging like this?" The second elder Frank was a little unwilling.

Without waiting for Setin to explain anything, this time Chief Elder Pallad took the initiative to persuade.

"Let's wait and see now. Although the Cthulhu Cannian thing is only an ancient legend, there are many secrets hidden in the long time. It is only the fault of our three old guys that they are a little bit shallow in the face of the vast world."

"If Setin's guess is true, then the young man should be in a period of confrontation between his own will and the evil spirit's remnant thoughts, and there are two endings next.

"One is that he failed, his own will was swallowed, and he became an irrational monster. In fact, even if he succeeds, he is actually a monster, but he retains his wisdom."

"In the face of a wise monster and a non-wise monster, our targeting strategy must be changed accordingly. After all, without wisdom, it will only be bloodthirsty. It belongs to the extreme evil that must be eradicated. At that time, maybe we three old things. You have to shoot together."

"If he is wise, he will definitely have a desire to be closer to humans, and perhaps we can use it to defeat it."

Hearing the chief elder's advice, Setin nodded in agreement. This was indeed the way he had planned to deal with it. The second elder was silent for a while, and nodded helplessly, forget it, just treat it as his grandson for the family.

For the continuation of the family and the stability of the council and beyond, there is nothing that can not be sacrificed. This is very clear to Frank.

"I originally wanted to leave a magic mark on him, but I failed. The evil aura was strong and strong, and my magic power couldn't stand at all."

"So I made some amendments to the wanted order and changed the previous clearance to harassment, hoping that this small change can force him to leave the southern border and harm those guys in the northern border." Old Setin thought for a while and wanted to add something. .

"I hope so, anyway, there are our people in the north. As long as he makes a little noise, we will know where he is going. Just wait and see!" The chief elder murmured, marking the discussion. period.

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There was a misty drizzle in the dark wilderness, and Thor opened his eyes from his groggy, feeling a splitting headache. The only good news is that I can still feel the cool raindrops on my face, and my perception is still there.

After a while, Saul realized that there was a strange aura around him. It seemed...a wolf?

It is watching and watching from a place not far from itself, and it may have remained that way for a while.

Saul turned his head slightly and looked at the dark sky blankly.

After a while, the wolf finally lost his patience and began to approach him. It seems that I want to sniff the scent of the prey up close to see if the prey is still fresh.

As it approached, Thor suddenly turned over and quickly hugged its neck, rolling one person and one animal together.

"Timo...Timo!" After drinking the warm blood, Thor felt better, and called out twice while holding the corpse of the beast in his arms.

I didn't get a response. I was in a coma before saying that he could not hold on to fall asleep, and he should have been forced to sleep now.

Abandoning the intention of searching, Thor swayed to his feet, his physical condition at the moment was not much different from that before he passed out, and all the pain and discomfort came back with the recovery of consciousness.

Continuing to walk aimlessly, I don't know how long it took, another difficult cycle passed, and Sol felt that the feeling of hovering at the end of life at any time came again.

At this moment, an old house suddenly appeared in the front view.

The house is very dilapidated. It is not so much a house as it is a broken wall. There is no door of that kind, and it has long been unable to distinguish its original face and purpose. Strangely, there seemed to be a candlelight faintly showing through between the broken walls.

Saul staggered into it, and found that the whole room had not only no doors, but no roof. It was as if something was slashed from the middle of the house into two, the broken wall and the roof were also divided into left and right parts.

On the slightly better right wall, there is a broken frame supporting a small piece of roof. The wall under the roof is embedded with two small tabletops for storage. At this moment, a strange guy is sullen his head in the corner and is busy with candles. With.

Does that guy seem to be a demon? There are two chamfered corners, the skin is brown, and the four fangs protrude from the lips without looking hideous. It's just that long-traveled short coat of animal skin, which looks a bit nondescript.

For a moment Thor thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't bother to verify it.

"Hey, little thing, get out of my turf before I unscrew your head!" The demon obviously felt Sol's approach long ago, but he didn't until Sol walked into the broken wall and could hear himself. warning.

His voice is a bit hoarse and low, it sounds a bit older, at least not as crisp as a young man.

"Old miscellaneous hair." Saul cursed endlessly, then found a corner under the broken wall on the left to let himself lie down, as if he was ready to just fall asleep.

The roof here is very thin, and raindrops splash down from time to time. Obviously, it is not a good place to hide from the rain. Saul didn't care, he just felt that he was going into an involuntary coma again, just finding a place to stay.

"Among the many humans I have seen, there are actually no few freaks who want to die. Huh? So you are under a curse." Hearing Thor's screaming like death, the old demon turned his head and used a somewhat cold, vertical pupil. Glancing at Thor.

"You know?" Sol lay there and opened one eye. There are not many people who can accurately see their physical condition at a glance.

"I don't know, curse is an ancient power. I have seen a lot of it in my long life. Once you are possessed by a curse, the curse in your body will gradually corrode your flesh and blood and eat your body and mind. Next... …"

"What will happen next? Become a monster?" Saul's tone was full of sarcasm, and he was not frightened by the description of the old demon. In fact, these symptoms had already happened to him.

"Monster? No, no, no, you are actually now, but for the time being you can still think like a human."

"And then when the curse finally corrodes your consciousness, you will forget who you are, even what you are, and slowly become something that is addicted to killing and blood all day long. Well, a strange and disordered thing. "The old demon seemed to be showing off his own knowledge.

"Are you a demon?" Saul didn't have any desire to talk at this time. If he had the strength, he might jump up and fight with this old miscellaneous hair. It was not because of contradictions, but because his violent emotions were eating away at his body and mind, and he simply wanted to vent.

"Demons, are those **** born after the freaks in the abyss chaos? Stop it! I'm from the dark, and I'm not a **** devil, it's just a boring name you humans arrange based on our disorderly appearance That's it."

"I don't need things like names, anyway, few people will remember them when they die into bones, and when they die into dust." The old demon murmured with a grumpy face.

"Well, old miscellaneous hair, how old are you then?" Sol asked.

"The only place in this world that is older than me is the continent under my feet." The old demon shook his head.

A little younger than the mainland? Isn't that thousands of years old? The point is that the old demon doesn't look like a lie.

"Oh? Did you participate in the War of the Gods many years ago? Even the undead from the kingdom's history came?" Sol found that distracting by conversation seemed to be useful, so he began to ask some questions that interest him.

"Theocratic? Imperial power? I have no time to pay attention to those boring old stories, just like you as a human being, would you observe ant fights all day? And the fights in your short lives seem to me, even ant fights Not really."

"Then there is a **** in this world?" Saul asked casually.

"God counts as a shit! It's just a product of your own human will." The old demon looked disdainful.

Seeing that Saul seemed ready to ask, the old demon waved his hand impatiently and turned to the corner.

"You have too many questions, I have no time to answer."

"Knowing so much what to do? As a human being, with a life span of about a hundred years, it would be fine to die honestly. Isn’t it good to live an ignorant life like an idiot? Knowing so much will only complicate your life ."

"Well, the last question, since you have lived for so many years and claim to be omniscient, can you lift the curse on me?" Saul asked weakly, and he felt his consciousness start to sink again.

"I can't, or even if I can, I will..." Saul felt that the old devil's words were getting further and further away, and gradually became a little unintelligible.

"What's more, you don't need my help at all. You have passed the outbreak period of the curse. As long as you can wake up tomorrow, you won't die."

The old demon spoke unhurriedly, but turned his head to find that the tiny human in the corner had passed out.

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