The First Law God Black History Handbook

Countless monsters hissed and celebrated in the dark, cooing and anticipating.They no longer followed each other, they began to accumulate energy in the dark.

——The prey will always be found, darkness is about to fall, and evil is the master!

"Look, look, I found something interesting." A playful voice filled Legston's eardrums, and he raised his head in surprise.

There are no figures or monsters in the darkness.Those fogs are still there.

"Hehe, you can't see me, you can't find me, and you can't touch me." The voice turned around and got closer to Legston, "I am the master of darkness, the evil devil, the master of the abyss , the existence that everyone in this world avoids. Saint Seiya, do you know?"

Surprise flashed across Legston's eyes, but then there was calm.

Cecil Dill is here, so Thrander must be here!He wants to find him!

"You came to see Teacher Thurland?" Cecil Dill laughed in the dark, "He is really a good boy... Such a young man who is desperate and dedicated." He paused, smiling maliciously , "It's very similar to when I was young."

Legston, who had been calm all the time, suddenly raised his head and looked in the dark direction where the voice came from, "What qualifications do you have to compare with me? You are just a traitor, a betrayer!"

The power to see through people's hearts is particularly irritating at this moment, and the demon king in the darkness is almost enraged by the human kid in front of him.

He saw those unbearable and inferior evaluations of himself in the other party's heart, and saw those glorious and sacred longings that belonged to Thrander.

He is like this in the eyes of everyone, and his teacher, the hypocritical supporter of the gods of light, stepped on his bones, watched his pain, and became a god admired by all people!

Why?Why!

The Dark God shouted in the shadows, "Shut up! You ignorant human being! Stupid kid! What do you know? What do you know?!"

He was so angry that he almost lost his mind, the darkness around him kept churning and roaring under his influence, they eroded the ice surface into black, and infected the mist into poisonous mist.

Legston shook off the moisture on his body, and tried his best to prop up a small vindictive barrier.

"I don't need to know everything. I just need to understand what kind of person Fashen is." Legston stood up from the ground, "My wisdom, my brain, and even my Soul, they are all telling me that His Excellency Fashen can’t do anything to hurt you, from the beginning to the end it was you who misunderstood him and hurt him, but he was desperately protecting you!”

The surging poisonous mist suddenly stopped, without a sound.

The shadow in the darkness also stopped.

It was laughing, mockingly and ferociously.

"Stupid boy."

As the sound dissipated, a faint halo appeared in the darkness.It was glowing blood, red, weird and terrifying.

It approached Legston a little bit, trying to confuse the young saint.

"Do you really feel that you don't need to know anything, don't you need to understand anything? Or, you just don't have the opportunity to know and understand?"

It laughed strangely in the dark, fanning the flames with words, "Saint Seiya, you have tried countless times to find out the truth and understand the past, and now you are here to say something that is not in your heart, who are you deceiving?"

Legston's eyes sank, and he admitted frankly, "I never deny my curiosity and thirst for knowledge." Especially when it comes to Thrander, his curiosity can almost grow into a towering tree, "But That's just my curiosity, it doesn't mean anything else. I'm curious about the past of His Excellency Fashen, because I didn't participate in those times; I'm curious about his life experience, because I want to know how to get his love. I love He, so I'm curious. I'm different from what you said."

He didn't understand because of doubt, he was curious because of love.

The devil sneered, "Since you are so convinced, then I will tell you everything, and then I will see what you will choose."

"I can't believe what you said..."

Before Legston finished speaking, a strange fluctuation appeared in front of his eyes, followed by a dazzling light, which forced his eyes to hurt.

He waited for a while before slowly opening his eyes and looking around.

The darkness is gone, the devil is gone, here is a quiet and peaceful town, and there are even a few children playing around.

"...what's going on here?" Legston looked at his palm, feeling his own warmth and touch—thankfully, he was still alive.He still has a chance to meet His Excellency Fashen.

Just as he was thinking this way, a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice reached his ears.

"Cesidil, you are bullying Carl again."

It's like spring water hitting broken jade, or like pearl jade falling into a plate, crisp, gentle, and with imperceptible pampering and joy.

"Carl, don't do it. Go and take out the medicinal materials in the house to dry, and tonight's dinner can be handed over to Ceci."

"Yes, my lord." It was a very immature child's voice.

"Why do you want me to cook again? Teacher, I just scare him a little, so don't punish me." The older child went up to wrap around the slender figure, begging for mercy with a smile.

Legston stared at the man intently.

Blue eyes, fair skin, blond hair, a slender and tall figure, and the mage robes that have been worn for so many years.

He is so beautiful.

Legston wondered.

Not the kind of external beauty, but the kind of inner beauty that is sacred, pure, divine and royal.

Especially his eyes are so bright and clear, so gentle and generous.

His voice and tone are also gentle and soothing, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they hear it, as if a warm current flows into the bottom of their hearts.

Legston involuntarily raised his foot forward, walking towards the three figures, one big, two small.

"Fa...Your Excellency Fashen." He said nervously, feeling that such a gentle Thrander almost made him forget how to place his tongue in order to make a normal sound.

But to his surprise, His Excellency Fashen didn't hear his call at all, didn't even look at him, and directly took the coquettish child to teach under the eaves beside him.

Legston thumped in his heart, realizing something was wrong.

He touched his hand and arm again, he could feel his own body temperature and touch, but it was obvious that the people in this town couldn't see or hear him.

Legston hurried over to the children playing nearby and tried to reach out to them.

...his hands went through the child's body.

"Oh my god..." Saint Seiya exclaimed, completely daring to imagine that he had become a ghost-like existence.

On the other side, the young Dharma God had finished teaching his students and walked towards his courtyard.

It was an ordinary residential building with a yard and three huts.

Thrander lived in the middle, Cecil Dill was on the left, and Karl was on the right.

Legston wanted to follow, but unfortunately, the weird ripples appeared before his eyes again, and then the scene in front of him changed again.

"I guess this is not what you want to see, so I will take you to see the past that you want to know the most."

The voice of the demon king who disappeared before reappeared in Legston's ears, which made Legston surprised but also very defensive.

He clenched the long sword in his hand.

"Don't be so nervous, young man." His tone was very strange, with a kind of sarcasm, "Because you are like an ant to me, and your nervousness is useless except to fuel your anxiety .”

These words were very hurtful, but Legston was not affected by what the devil said. Instead, he felt that the devil was deliberately provoking him.

Legston even suspected that Cecil Dill actually still cared about Thrander, so he was jealous, jealous that he could be with His Excellency the Fashen.

Just when Legston thought this way, his heart shuddered, and he felt an irresistible dark aura rushing over, enveloping him with something infinitely stronger and weirder than the dark forces on the frozen lake before.

Then his sight was constantly changing, and the scenery in his eyes was constantly regressing from the familiar three empires, and finally stopped in front of a building with a sense of age.

"Stop thinking about anything about me with your pretentious head!" The Demon Lord gave Legston a final warning as he observed the building. "It won't do you any good to piss me off!"

The Demon King disappeared.Legston deliberately called the other party a few times, but did not get a reply.

It was exactly what he wanted.

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The building with a sense of age is the Imperial City of the Metropolitan Empire that he has learned about in Fashen's Notes.

Legston raised his head, facing the dazzling sunlight to watch the most powerful and legendary empire that disappeared overnight.

"Sisi, you have to think carefully. You are His Majesty's only child. If you don't inherit the throne, what will happen to the people of the empire? What will happen to your father and mother?"

"But you are going to participate in the trial of the godhead." The grown-up child looked at the handsome mage with firm eyes, "I want to be with the teacher. As for the throne, I can give it to someone else. Like Karl, or someone else My cousin. Teacher, you know, there are many people in the empire who are more suitable than me. I am more suitable to follow you to practice everywhere."

Legston stood under the imperial city, looking at the three figures at the gate of the city.

Thrander was always the focus of his eyes, no matter what time he saw this person, he was always the first one.The second one is Karl. At this time, Karl's appearance has not changed much, although his eyes are immature, but in general, he has not changed much compared to the Karl he saw 300 years later, which shows that His Majesty the Fashen protected him It's very good.

The third one is the "Cesidil" who has never seen his appearance.

He has the same brown eyes as Carl, short light blond hair, a sharp and resolute face, and healthy tanned skin.

very handsome.

Legston was a bit off.It turned out that this was the true face of Cesidil. He was closer to His Excellency Fashen than when he was a child, and he even hugged His Lord Fashen's arm.

Thrander was silent for a long time, his eyes were firm, "Sisi, you must stay. Besides, Karl will accompany you."

"!!!" Both Cesidil and Karl were shocked.

"My lord, I won't stay!" Carl was a little panicked, and said anxiously, "If you leave me behind, I'll go find you alone. My lord, it's a full [-] kilometers away from here to the Sea of ​​Silence. A man must die on the road! Would you like to see me die?"

Thrander didn't answer him, but just glanced sideways at the carriage next to him.Legston guessed that it was the carriage prepared by His Excellency Fashen when he planned to sneak away.

"Master Fashen?" Karl asked.

Thrander turned to look at him and smiled.

The smile was hazy, like a veil, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Legston was a little strange, while Cecil Dill and Carl grabbed the white figure at the same time.

In the end, they didn't catch anything, and the figure of His Excellency Fashen just disappeared out of thin air.

"...My lord, my lord lied to us!" Karl's eyes turned red.

Cesidil, who was still smiling just now, stood where he was, and his face gradually turned cold.He waved at the guard standing aside, and when he saw the guard walking this way, he immediately said, "Tell my father, if I don't come back within three years, let him pass the throne to my other brothers."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the guards to stop him, he reached out and quickly grabbed Carl's arm, took him to the carriage, and drove away with a whip.

The guards were taken aback, and some of them left behind to chase the prince, while the other entered the imperial city to report to their king.

Soon, the scene in front of him became blurred again, and the same weird spatial fluctuations came, and Legston saw a new memory picture.

This is a very desolate swamp, surrounded by thousands of miles of endless, seemingly harmless, but terrifying black quagmire.

The white-robed mage lit a fire and boiled water on the dry ground that was not too big in the middle, and beside him were two young people who were somewhat embarrassed.

That was Cecil Dill and Karl, and they caught up with the white-robed mage as expected.

"Why did you break in?" The white-robed mage cleaned Karl's wound with a cold face, his words were blunt, but his movements were gentle.

"...It's the adults who abandoned us." Carl said with red eyes, very aggrieved.

"So you broke into the land of the undead, where you have to escape death?" Thurander threw the blood-stained gauze into the fire, his tone annoyed, "I don't remember that I taught you this! The land of the dead does not have the strength above a saint Dare to come in, do you want to die early or let me die early?"

If he hadn't discovered it in time, if he hadn't arrived in time, these two people might have become dead souls under the claws of some undead creature!

"Especially you, Cecil Dill! You are an elder brother. Instead of stopping Karl, you led him into such a dangerous place. Where do you have the confidence?" The mage was so angry that he almost pointed at the two people and cursed .

"Do you think I can not take him?" Cecil Dill was much stronger than Carl. Instead of crying, he grinned triumphantly, "To tell you the truth, we just want to force you to show up, so we specially Go to a dangerous place. You have to remember it in the future, if you leave without saying hello, we will really die and no one will care about you."

Upon hearing this, Thrander turned around and took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

The author has something to say: This chapter is a bit broken, so it has been revised.