The Death Knell

At the beginning of all things, there was only darkness.

Unlike most debates about which came first, the chicken or the egg, this point is not controversial, because the color of the void has already proven everything.

There is a being in the darkness, and this being has eyes, and it is these eyes that see the light.

Whether you admit it or not, for blind people, light is something that subjectively does not exist.

Only when life realizes that eyes can be used to see the world, can the concept of the world become concrete and have stories.

This is a rather idealistic statement, but it also shows that it is not unreasonable for many people to worship the eyeballs.

But what's interesting is that many gods or mortals with extraordinary intelligence only have one eye, which is like some kind of curse or a price paid in advance.

There are stories only when you see them. A wise man chooses to give up some of the stories and drive them out of his own time. But in the depths of the nightmare, there are always clues that will pull it to the surface.

In a world with only moonlight, the pitch-black dead trees were like monsters, baring their teeth and claws, and the curved branches appeared in the field of vision of a certain pair of eyes in the most lifeless form.

These eyes belonged to a little blue bird. It stayed quietly on the treetops, tilting its head and looking at a small bunker not far away. Blue light flashed in its eyes.

It feels that there is a secret there, and it wants to get closer.

The secret is hidden in this eternal night, thousands of years after thousands of years, and this night has lasted for an unknown length of time.

In this black forest-like dimension, time itself has long been as barren as weeds. Those who know it regard this place as a prison, as a seal of eternity, and are excluded from the cognition of real creatures. This is a prison of gods.

Now, it's seen, so it becomes part of the story.

The blue bird flapped its wings silently and flew to the top of the small bunker. This was probably only the part of it that was exposed above the ground. More things were buried underneath, and that might be

But his thoughts were interrupted, and a bolt of lightning suddenly fell on the blue bird. It melted instantly like ice and snow encountering high temperatures, and fell to the ground with a pop, and its body was like a puddle of blue mud.

"Oshutu! Take care of your minions! This is the dimension belonging to Dyzakk, and it is also the neutral zone of our Eight Demon Gods (oe). Does Emperor Weishan want to start a war with us at the same time?!"

With a thunderous roar, a giant snake shrouded in white mist flew out of the bunker with lightning all over the sky. Its head turned around, as if it was looking for intruders in the dark and preparing to attack.

In fact, it is not a snake, its body is an eel with silver scales and a head like a Western dragon.

After all, they are ancient earth creatures, and it is normal to look strange.

It is one of the eight demons that human mages often borrow their power from. It is known as the 'mist-wrapped snake' or the 'veil of decay'. Of course, when it appears in spells, it is often called the demon Valtorr.

Magic related to it includes 'Valto's Viper', 'Valto's Poison Mist' and a series of other magic related to water and poison.

The former can summon a large group of poisonous electric eels to attack enemies, but because battles between human mages often occur on land, few people use this. Electric eels are not as useful as poisonous snakes when leaving the water.

The latter is a strange spell that combines poisonous gas with prophecy. People who are sprayed by the poisonous mist will first see some vague future scenes, and then melt into a pool of blood.

How should I put it, showing the future to a dying person is a kind of bad taste. Dimension demons all have bad tastes.

Valtor has a spokesperson on earth, just like the spokesperson of Emperor Weishan is called the Supreme Mage, and its spokesperson is called the 'Salvation Prophet' (the high color enox). As for whether what he does is salvation in the eyes of humans, That's a matter of opinion.

Today's prophet of salvation is named Oyama Yoshiro, codenamed 'Deay'. He has a magical artifact in his hand called 'Valto's Emerald Bottle', which has the same effect as the Eye of Agamotto mastered by the Supreme Mage. A very good token, just think of its function as a 'plug-in immortality'.

The jade bottle is highly poisonous and will turn the wearer into a living corpse. The whole body will gradually lose water like a mummy, turning into a skinny and emaciated appearance. The most obvious side effect is hair loss.

But at the same time, the holder's self-healing ability will be fully maxed out, his strength and speed will also be improved, and he will gain a lot of insights about life and death, becoming a philosopher and a poet.

Like Deathstroke, Oyama Yoshiro is not a spellcaster. After gaining the power of the devil, he is more like an enhanced version of the black lantern corpse athlete.

It's just that although his strength is not bad, his brain and character are flawed, which makes him miserable.

Now the 'Salvation Prophet' disguises himself as an ordinary person and goes to work every day to make money. He works at the Stark Fujikawa Branch in Japan and is a miserable company dog.

In the morning, I packed up tightly and squeezed into the train. When I arrived at the company, I was shouted at by my seniors. I was burdened with heavy business targets. I could only eat cold rice balls and hot tea for lunch.

The workplace pressure in Japan is already high, and with the addition of a foreign company like Stark Industries, the involution is even more serious. Everyone knows the tragedy of it.

He has no girlfriend, no pets, and no house of his own. He has to worry about commuting expenses, rent, water and electricity every day. His only leisure activity is to go to the game arcade to sing coin-operated karaoke and order a song for 50 yen. , I don’t dare to sing for too long because I need to save money.

Do you think he might be unable to bear it and suddenly break out one day?

That's just overthinking. This person has no bloody heart at all, and he is very peace-loving. When he comes out of the subway station at night and walks home at night, he will hold his briefcase in his chest and run back, fearing those ten-year-olds from the nearby middle school. Delinquents as young as 2 or 3 would come to him to 'borrow money to spend'.

After returning home, he ate some leftovers, and then began to think about the beauty of cherry blossoms, the relationship between death and chrysanthemums, how to avoid causing trouble to others, and other philosophical issues. If he didn't work overtime occasionally, he could write a few lines of haiku. sleep again

But it is precisely because of this that Deathstroke judged him as 'not a threat at all', 'heisei waste', 'it doesn't matter if he stays on earth'

Just as Valtor's dragon head turned around, trying to find the figure of Emperor Weishan, a small figure shrouded in white light suddenly appeared in the air and slowly landed on the black land shrouded in night.

Wearing a long dress made of gorgeous white feathers, Ao Shutu looked down at the bird that was blasted into mud by the poisonous lightning, and sighed:

"You killed one of my favorite Familia, Valto."