Lord Roar

Chapter 599 The End of the False God

My name is Ben Conslet.

Many people call me the Dark Magician, the Necromancer, the Evil Mage, the Holy See Public Enemy Number One, etc. Among these many meaningless titles, my favorite name is still the handsome old man.

This nickname came from the mouth of a barbarian chief, with a hint of ridicule. Later, in the big family of the Bloodhoof tribe, it slowly spread.

I don't know what the handsome old man means, but I like these three words very much. Although it feels a bit silly, it is very kind.

I am a human element user who has been staying at the sub-sage level.

Thirty years ago, I was a devout believer of the Holy Father. Until one day, maybe I witnessed the tragic death of a foreign race, maybe I felt something in my heart, or maybe I woke up suddenly from my sleep. In short, I defected.

In fact, I was just running away and had nothing to do with rebellion!

But looking at the establishment of the Holy See, anyone who dares to leave the Holy See will be branded as a traitor.

I really just wanted to escape, escape from the Holy See, escape from my best friend Menrosa, who was slowly being overwhelmed by power, escape from the world of the human race, and even escape from the vortex of Saint Cassis Continent.

I have been to many places, many planes, and met many races.

I have seen brave orcs, and I have been to Bimon Shabak, which is no different from human civilization.

I have seen wild and savage ogres, and I have been to the Green Goblin Continent where there is no grass.

I have seen liches and winged knights who also practice evil magic, and have been to the demon plane where dozens of races are assimilated.

I have seen monsters that can only kill, and I have been to the underworld like Shura's purgatory.

I've seen too much, and been to too many places.

I don't like St. Cassis Continent, but I love that hot land deeply. I can't go back, so I stopped in the Green Goblin Continent which is closest to that plane.

I stayed there for a long time, a long time, and it turns out that those green goblins are intelligent. The green goblins with two heads can do two things at once, and can practice two different kinds of dark magic at the same time.

After discovering this, I am very happy, because as an element user, there are only two things that are most important, the first is advancement, and the second is inheritance.

My magic note is lost, so I don't want to leave the mantle alone.

It is very pleasant to get along with the green goblins. In order to teach those young green goblins to learn magic, I will kill his father or mother at dawn, because only in this way, the young green goblins will not attack me. In the morning , I will kill one of his sisters or brothers, because only in this way, he will listen to me honestly, and at night, I will cut off one of his fingers, because only in this way, he will be in the world Don't sneak up on me when I'm asleep.

I killed many green goblins, finally, those green goblins accepted me, I don't have to kill any more, those young goblins will follow me to learn magic and meditation.

This process lasted for nearly three years, or four years. Just when things were slowly improving and everything was developing in the direction I imagined, a blind old man appeared and killed my favorite apprentice with a sword. , and his parents, brothers and sisters.

I once swore that I would never return to the continent of St. Cassis, because I didn't want to fight against my only true friend Menrosa.

But when I saw the vigorous sword energy splitting the body of my beloved apprentice with my own eyes, I broke the oath and returned to the Saint Cassis Continent again.

I'm going to tear that blind old man into pieces. If he hadn't run so fast before, I wouldn't have broken my oath.

What happened next was really amazing.

I met an interesting guy, his name is Montal Ren, a human race pretending to be a barbarian warrior, he has more identities than me, a noble baron, a lord of a remote town, a group of dwarf mule protectors, golden dwarves, The patron saint of the poor Garnia plain giants and so on and so forth.

I am grateful to that blind old man, because of him, I returned to the continent of St. Cassis, because of him, I met Montallon, because of him, I came to the Bloodhoof Tribe, because of him, I received dozens of A clever barbarian apprentice.

The following life is painful, but also happy.

Fight, fight, fight, spread my prestige to every inch of San Cassis Continent, and spread the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe to every inch of San Cassis Continent.

In the next six months, I would often lament that having a child should be like Montal Lun!
Following his footsteps, in the battle, I found peace, in peace, I got redemption, and in redemption, I found the reason for my existence.

Today, I am called the Holy Lord. Under the enlightenment of tens of thousands of barbarians, the Green Goblin Continent has their own civilization. Therefore, I am called the Holy Lord by the Green Goblins!

The me three years ago was ridiculous, thinking that the continent of St. Cassis could not accommodate me and the equally wonderful and gorgeous Menrosa.

But now, in the entire Green Goblin Continent plane, I am the Uncrowned King!
My best friend, Menrosa, is just an abdicated pope, enjoying the glory, with hundreds of millions of human believers, but slowly shedding all the aura.

And I, with billions of people, although they are all green and not very smart, but I know that the war between me and Menrosa, in the end, is still the winner, and it is me!
Menrosa always wanders among the three major planes. If he wants to go to the demon plane, he must go through the Green Goblin Continent. But this continent, this plane, the entire plane is my territory. Here, I am the master, so when Menrosa called me the Holy One with a wry smile on his face, I would accept his ceremony very seriously. In my heart, I was laughing, laughing heartily!

Well, let’s get down to business, the three major planes, billions of people, and even decades later, our descendants may be curious about what happened on that day.

All the parties involved refer to that day as "that day", which is a mouthful, but everyone knows what that day represents.

On that day, it represented that the three major planes had completely embarked on the road of peace, represented hundreds of races, and finally merged together, represented countless civilizations, collided with dazzling sparks, represented history, opened A brand new page.

On that day, Montal Lun, in order to safely evacuate me and the Holy Son, that is, the current Pope Orpheus, the previous generation of Pope Menrosa, and the Human Space Department Archmage Albert, stayed alone in the In front of an army of hundreds of thousands of demons.

A quarter of an hour, maybe two quarters of an hour, and of course it may have been longer. When I returned to Lordaeron and brought Hao Erlang from the Bloodhoof Tribe back to the battlefield, I could no longer feel the Mongolian power. Any breath of life in Tar Lun, at that moment, I just wanted revenge, revenge for the young man I swore to follow for the rest of my life.

There are many element users in the Bloodhoof Tribe, and they also have locked eyes. Behind me, there are also many extreme powerhouses, the old blind man, two stupid dragons, Kaka, a disaster resister with a poor background, and the druid Daxian Rooney, a few young people with extremely high fighting spirit talents, etc., and so on, they also discovered that their beloved boss had lost all vitality.

At that moment, the people of the Bloodhoof tribe behind me, for the first and only time, did not shout when they charged in the face of the enemy.

Moving silently, slowly, but firmly, I, like everyone else, long for blood, the enemy's, or our own.

It was at that moment that a miracle happened.

Montal Lun, the young man we wanted to follow until the end of the world, was resurrected and turned into a golden dragon, soaring nine days.

And the real enemy also appeared.

There is only one enemy, some call him the Holy Father, some call him Gaia, some call him Chaos, the God of Chaos, and more people call him the God of Chaos, the God of Disorder, The god of darkness, the source of fear and so much more.

An unusually ancient ancient life form, a lunatic who had been sealed away for tens of thousands of years and was resurrected through the power of countless beliefs.

The appearance of the lunatic exposed countless lies.

There are no gods, no gods, no five gods, no creator gods, no gods, there are only these ancient life forms.

These life forms are like us, but the years they have experienced are too long. Countless creatures believe in them and absorb the power of faith. god.

Before Montallon killed him with his own hands, at least everyone thought he was a god!

But in the end we know that he is not, because of God, it is impossible to be killed.

What is in Allen's body is not the ancient magic power element, but an inevitable mission, a mission to completely end the false gods!

The false god died just like that, and was bitten into pieces by the golden golden dragon. In the end, we buried the false god's body in the cemetery behind the Bloodhoof tribe camp.

There are a total of six tombstones in the cemetery, five false gods, and one of Mental Lun's own. In the end, except for Mental Lun, there are all other graves that should exist there.

That battle was called the Miracle Battle, and that day was called that day.

The Kingdom of Locke, the Outpost County, the Wild Ancient Plains, the Great Forest of Stars, the Green Goblin Continent, the Demon Plane, all of these, and every place where I followed Allen, was for that day, for that moment, everything Everything is Alan's mission, and my existence, our existence, is to accompany Alan to complete that sacred mission.

An army of hundreds of thousands of demons prostrated at Allen's feet, welcoming the god they should believe in, Mental Lun!
This unlucky ghost who was bombarded by bombs to the Kingdom of Locke, this idiot lord known as the Baron of Waste, this great lord of the ancient wilderness whose reputation spreads to all known planes!
(End of this chapter)