Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

The abyss is below, the darkness is like a shackle;

nowhere to go, no way to escape;

The point of the knife, who is perishing?

who am I?

Who are they?

why am i here

Whose blood was stained on their daggers?

I remembered:

I am Sirenes and they are

--enemy!

kill!

kill!

kill them!

Tear all these hateful insects into pieces!

They framed me, imprisoned me, tried to kill me;

Their daggers are stained with Berger's blood, and, soon to be mine.

In a trance, Hill saw himself standing on the pitch-black altar, and Dika was opposite him, holding a pitch-black dagger, and the sharp point of the knife touched his chest.

His hands and feet were firmly bound, with no way to struggle and no way to escape.

Deep despair welled up, accompanied by deep resentment.

I hate him, I hate them; I hate those blind lackeys, I hate those silent accomplices; I hate everything I've seen!

This hatred burns in my chest, hollows out my chest, and burns my internal organs. Only by burying them deeply can it be slightly relieved!

After a brief period of confusion, Hill opened his eyes.

He was still immersed in deep hatred, unable to see everything around him, only the endless darkness in front of him, and Dika's hateful face.

The sacrificial eggs bloomed layer by layer, and the black mist surrounding Hill became heavy and viscous, and the chilly breath of death permeated, sucking every trace of vitality in the cave.Hill raised his left hand, chanted, and made complicated gestures.Following his movements, countless ethereals appeared in the fog of death, they let out ear-piercing screams, and rushed towards the fresh flesh and blood in front of them.

Surging power filled his body, and Hill couldn't help laughing out loud.Crazy laughter echoed in the cave, full of distorted hatred, hitting everyone's eardrums.

The ants could no longer threaten him.

At this moment, life and death are at hand, and what can be taken can be taken away.

Death and darkness mercilessly washed away everything in the cave. In the tide of death, an insect broke through the huge waves, broke through the thick death and darkness, and went upstream.

Feeling a little resistance, Hill frowned.Lips squirmed slightly.The darkness condensed into countless spikes, stabbing at the source of resistance, that insignificant bug.Surprisingly, the worm was not smashed to pieces.Hill pursed his bloodless chapped lips, summoned seven skeletons, and blocked the bugs' footsteps.

The bugs haven't stopped yet.

Hill sneered in his heart, took back half of the thorn of darkness, raised the sacrificial eggs, condensed them into a net, and slammed down on the bug, intending to kill it with one blow.

The impenetrable net of darkness had just formed, and Hill showed a cold smile, intending to strangle the bug.Suddenly, a golden light penetrated the thick darkness and descended on him, dispelling the darkness and death that surrounded him firmly, and enveloping him within.

The warm breath of life shook Hill's mind severely.

This is where?what am i doingFor a moment, Hill was puzzled, his eyes fell on the open sacrificial egg, and Hill frowned.The condensed darkness attracted his gaze, and through the thick darkness, he saw Berger's face, which was only in his forties, with nasolabial folds carved like a knife and a pair of gentle eyes.Berger smiled at him, stretched out his thin hands, touched his head, and said to his teacher, the former high priest: "Hey, old friend, you have good eyesight, this is a good boy, look at his eyes , how it fits the darkness."

In a blink of an eye, Berger's face changed, distorted, deformed, and turned into another face, another face that Hill was very familiar with, familiar to the bones - Dika looked at him through the darkness, wearing The clothes that belonged to Hill, with a disdainful sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, seemed to say: "Look, this is Sirenius, our high priest. Look at him now, how miserable and dirty he can only be in the Rotting in the dark, waiting for my handout. Rise up, Hireneth, where is your power and glory? Where is your boss and your will? Look at you now, like a dragon with its wings broken, A dog with its teeth pulled out!"

Hate surged again.

Darkness and death came out one after another, soon to engulf Hill again.

At this moment, a hand grabbed Hill's wrist.Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain in the palm, as if cut by a sharp weapon, and blood gushed out immediately.Something scratched his palm and wrapped around his wrist.

Hill withdrew his hand suddenly, trying to shake off the opponent.

The other party tightly grasped his wrist, ignoring the darkness around him, hugged him, and shouted in his ear: "Hill! Wake up! Don't let it control you! It will swallow your hatred and despair, Grow stronger until it swallows you up! Hill! Think of Tails! Think of Vera! Think of those delicious meals! Think of Mage Tower! Think of... me!"

who is it?Whose voice is this?Who is shouting in my ear?Loud in my ears?

The warm breath of life washes his pores, invisible power flows into his blood along his wrist, the black mist covering his eyes gradually fades away, everything in front of him gradually becomes clear, and Hill sees the face in front of him.

Sally looked at him anxiously, his face was gray, his lips were pale and trembling slightly, his emerald green eyes were full of worry, and the tip of his nose was almost touching his face.Sally's right hand tightly held his left hand, and his right hand... was wrapped around his waist.

Involuntarily, Hill turned his face to the side, slammed Sally's hand away, and pushed him away.

Vera's voice sounded in the cave: "Sill! Use that bracelet! It must work!"

The golden dragon's life blessing dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, the Sacrificial Egg frantically counterattacked, trying to firmly suppress the mind of the prey, arousing Hill's hatred and completely controlling him.

Hill closed his eyes, relaxed his tense nerves, felt the influx of power from his left wrist, and used all his willpower to fight against the intense hatred.Facing the sacrificial egg, unless one can suppress it by one's own strength and obtain the approval of the Lord of Shadows, there is only madness and even death.

The willpower struggle was extremely difficult, and soon, cold sweat soaked through the dark purple robe.

In the dark abyss, Hill questioned himself:

Why do you hate, because of Berger's death, or because of what happened to you?why are you desperateBecause you can't see the hope of revenge, or remember the glory of power?If you had the power of an artifact, what on earth would you want to do?

Hill heard himself answer: I hate, because of Berger, and because of what happened to me.But I don't blame them, what I should hate more is myself.If it weren't for their own innocence and negligence, they would never have had a chance, and Berger... would die in peace.

I don't hate what they have done to me, but as long as I have power, they must pay the price.

As for the glory of power, that never mattered.

The violent darkness and death gradually dissipated, and the Sacrificial Egg was defeated in the confrontation, and returned to its original appearance again.

A deep voice sounded in the depths of Hill's heart. The voice was both calm and ethereal, soft and sharp, omnipresent and non-existent, just like the doomed death that cannot escape. The voice said: Sirenes, very good.

Huge shock and intense joy filled Hill's heart. After three years, he heard the voice of the Lord of Shadows again.The Lord of Shadows did not abandon him, and he was still favored by Erji.

After making sure to control the sacrificial egg, Hill opened his eyes and looked around.

Tails's huge body exuded the breath of life, and Vera was behind him, leaning against the rock, his face was blue, and he was panting heavily.His eyes fell on his feet, and Hill's pupils shrank.Sally lay slumped at his feet, his long light blonde hair was in a mess, and his honey-colored skin was dry and gray, covered with black brand marks.

Hill's breathing stopped for a moment.He closed his eyes, opened them again, bent down, put the sacrificial egg aside, gently turned Sally over, and took his breath.

Although weak, the breath is still warm.Hill felt relieved and looked at Tails.

Seeing what Hill was thinking, Tails shook his huge head, and his golden-brown eyes revealed helplessness—the blessings of life are limited and have been exhausted.

Hill nodded, stood up, stroked the bracelet on his left wrist, and looked at Sally with complicated eyes.Vera took off his black robe, put it on for Tais who had turned back into a human form, and walked slowly towards Hill, his voice was exhausted, but his tone was still relaxed: "Hi, my dear Hill, long time no see, How are you?"

His eyes fell on Vera and Tails, who was following behind him, who was complaining. For the first time, Hill showed a heartfelt smile on his indifferent face.