Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

The members of the Nathrezim pantheon acted like this, not only because they had long been accustomed to it, but also because these cruel rules could make them stronger and allow them to do whatever they wanted.

Powerful strength, endless delicious food, endless toys, a soul to squander... everything they want can be exchanged for merit and contribution.

They can even obtain the "Blessing of the Blood God", which was originally only available to high-ranking royal family members.

Tap, tap, tap~, the sound of ethereal footsteps was heard from deep within the temple area of ​​the Fang of Shadowlands.

A few seconds later, a figure appeared in front of a door frame made of blood.

"Master, the order has come."

The person who came was none other than the God-King of the Nathrezim pantheon - Remonia.

However, this is only on the surface. This female demon who quietly became a supernatural deity is not the real leader. The door frame that made her kneel on one knee is the real leader.

"What did he say?"

The blood-red door frame, which was regarded as a God-given door by the Nathrezim, turned into a Nathrezim without wings as he spoke, but it was a blood version.

"He wants you to kill the Chosen One."

When there were no outsiders present, the Queen of the Nathrezim, who was just the magic sword in the hand of the person in front of her, dropped all disguises.

"Kill the Chosen One? He still wants me to die?!"

The bloody figure was stunned for a moment, and then turned into a solid body in rage.

At this moment, if Chen Sheng were present, his heart, which had been calm for 2.7 years, would surely be shocked again upon seeing an "acquaintance".

That man is the ruler of Revendreth, the king of the Venthyr, the ancestor of the Nathrezim, the commander of the Stoneborn demons, the fangs of the Shadow Realm - Emperor Denathrius!

The Chosen Ones is a collective term for the chosen ones chosen by the true goddess Elune and her enemies. It is also a nickname spontaneously given to believers by the gods of countless timelines.

The battle between Chaos and Order began at the beginning of everything, began with the battle of the Chosen Ones, but it will never end.

Compared to Chaos, Order is always considerate and gentle to its chosen ones.

Compared to Order, Chaos is always simple and brutal towards its chosen ones.

When faced with the death of the Chosen One, Order will teach the remaining Chosen Ones to remember him and bid him farewell, while Chaos will teach them to compete for the essence of the dead.

The two completely different kinds of training created the Chosen Ones, or in other words, the balancers of chaos and order, and the strugglers of light and darkness, which are naturally polar opposites.

The Chosen Ones of Order possess all the good qualities. They are good at teamwork but lack strong individual strength.

The chosen ones of Chaos enjoy all the darkness. They are good at strengthening themselves in battles, but lack teamwork.

The chosen ones on both sides know their own strengths and weaknesses, and know how to target each other, but no matter what they do, the balance can never be broken.

Until that man showed up.

Chen Sheng, an ordinary person from the time node of the Ancestral Blue Star, who has countless timelines, has become one of the most special people among the chosen ones of God.

Chosen One of Order: He is lucky.

Chaos Chosen: How unfortunate he is.

"What else did he say?"

The low-health version of the emperor asked in a cold voice after his roar.

"He said he could help you gain the status of Chaos Chosen."

Denathrius, who once wore the vest of "Blood God" to deceive mortals and devour vampires in the otherworld, was once a chosen one of God.

However, he is not the Chosen One of Chaos and Order, but the Chosen One of Order.

He should have died with his master in his defeat, but was rescued.

This is both fortunate and tragic.

Fortunately, Denathrius survived, but unfortunately, it was his enemy who saved him.

However, this was not the beginning of his tragedy.

It was not until he was defeated again that he realized that the mastermind behind it was actually "himself"...

"So, the Chosen One must die? Me too?"

"He said he would ask Chaos to protect your soul."

For a moment, what made all the key figures have an inexplicable feeling was not some terrifying or lucky event, but a "conscription order" sent to this world by a Chaos Chosen One at great expense.

"Where's the little dwarf?"

Denathrius, with a face full of anger and pain, did not continue to ask about the content of the order, but instead asked a question that was irrelevant to him.

"He received it, too, as you once said."

"Lemonia, what should I do?"

Denathrius, who had thwarted the Arbiter's conspiracy in Order and destroyed countless Shadow Realms in Chaos, now showed an extremely weak side.

This was because the magic sword before him was the one he had created with his own hands, and it was the one that had protected his soul from dying after his two failures.

"Master, this is a trial from the Goddess. It is a very special trial and you should not participate in it."

The Blade Demon, who had originally lowered her head, had now shed all her demonic aura. When she raised her head, she revealed the charm of a female Nathrezim.

"I think what we should do is to participate in this trial seriously and make a choice at the end."

The magic sword was protected by its master everywhere in the early days, but protected its master everywhere in the later days. It has grown to a height unknown to most people.

"...What if the Chosen One attacks us?"

Denathrius, who relied entirely on the heart energy and essence provided by the magic sword to recover, thought silently for a long time and gave up the option that would allow him to regain his divine body the fastest.

"Then use your maximum strength to fight him. I will protect you then."

Outside is Remonia, the Blade Devil and Queen of the Nathrezim.

Inside, it is just an extraordinary artifact that is dedicated to repaying gratitude and always considers its master.

Although, her strength comes from her own efforts, not the blessing of her master.

"I understand... This time, I'll listen to you."

Sometimes, choice is more important than effort. Between the two defeats, Denathrius made countless choices, but after reviewing the situation, he found that the number of correct choices he made was not even a fraction of the wrong ones.

He was puzzled and thought a lot about it, but until his second defeat, and until now, he still didn't understand why.

Why do those choices that are obviously correct become wrong in the end?

Emperor Denathrius, who almost collapsed in the profound thought of "Who killed me, and who did I kill", gave the third choice to his magic sword.

"Please recover peacefully. I will protect you."

Remonia is the magic sword, and the magic sword is Remonia, but this magic sword is not that magic sword...

She is the first living weapon in the Shadow Realm and the first person to sign a contract with the Eternal. She is neither a magic sword nor a demon sword, but a humanoid weapon with special abilities.

Protecting the master and ensuring that he avoids three fatal deaths is the content of the contract between Lemonia and Denathrius.

After that, as the ancestor of the Living Blade Clan, she will begin her journey across the worlds to expand her clan.

Hey...

After a light sigh, the bloody door frame reappeared, and the Blade Demon, who had disappeared for a while, appeared on the flagship of the Fang of Shadow Realm.