Extreme summon

"Who are you?"

Asked the cold, emotionless female voice with a touch of hate.

A beautiful and lovely golden elf with tassel blond hair and about the age of 14 or 15 emerged from the darkness.

All words in the world are difficult to describe her beauty and nobility.

She is Lulutia windwalker, the last golden elf. Because she is a friend of the man of God, she is not purified at the price of paying all the memory and feelings about that man.

The black robed fat Lich replied, "I am..."

The hoarse and mechanized voice of cold ice sounded in everyone's heart.

After a long silence.

Black robed humanity: "I abandoned my name, real name, history, past, present, future, magic and everything in the crevice of time before I could successfully appear in front of you. It is meaningless for you to ask my name, elf. Even if you want revenge, I no longer exist in the next Planck time.

Completely disappear from this world, even an atom and a nucleus no longer exist.

Even if I divided my life box into 160 million copies and stored them in the ubiquitous nuclear, it was meaningless in front of the mage's anger.

Only when I abandon everything can I appear in front of you. "

The trembling sight of the black robed fat Lich looked at all the humanity present: "I swear, what I said is true, there is no false, everything is inevitable, what has happened.

I remember that day, in the summer of 1385, in your father, the great being, [man of God] Before plotting to exterminate the alien, the God butcher invited all famous mages of mankind to witness his legendary great cause. He cast spells and showed the magic spell. He calculated rose and the elf God lebilas innoray. After his majesty demonstrated his strength to us, he said his dream, the dream of mankind.

I still can't forget his crazy declaration at that time

[great victory may not happen in our life. Even after the plan, we will not be able to return to this land for a long time.

However, every minute, every second, every pay, every sacrifice and every step of our struggle are approaching this goal and moving forward unswervingly.

At the moment that will come, we plan to play the final chapter.

We will gain great authority! Complete the prelude to the evening in the sky.

Now we must tear apart the prison built by the gods in our hearts and replace it with two towers of infinite spiral.

Our race has stopped evolution for too long. Without evolution, we lose our strongest power.

Our race has stopped evolution for too long. Without evolution, we would be doomed.

Our primates are kept in this tiny land by gods and compete for living space with endless aliens.

For three thousand years and thirty centuries, we have endured it silently.

Sometimes the civilization of our race germinates briefly in the sun, and more often survives in crisis.

We all know that the prosperity of mankind is just an illusion.

Just stupid people who forget their past glory are intoxicated with themselves.

Since our ancestors came to this world, for countless centuries, we have fought, fought and died, spilling the enemy's blood and our own blood all over the battlefield and the planet.

Our ancestors constantly sacrificed themselves so that our blood can continue in this cruel world of thousands of points.

But the crisis never subsided. The short peace made the stupid forget the past crisis, forget our real identity, and complacently think that the Terran is the strong.

But the truth is.

We are the weak, as we are now, as we were in the past. Yes, nothing has changed.

To say why, the essence of our weapons lies in the weak to sad weakness!

We can only feed monsters with the number of groups to maintain the continuation of civilization.

How sad it is that our people live in the world as pigs, sheep, dogs and livestock.

I emphasize again that we are weak!

We pledge to live as the weak, struggle and fight like the weak, and then struggle to destroy the strong in the way of the weak!

Just like in the past, it will be implemented in the future!

Admit it, human beings are the weakest race. They have no long life span, no natural magic, no Orc power, no sharp claws and teeth.

It is because we are born with nothing that we can control all the weakest race!

I don't know when, everything our ancestors sacrificed for was ruthlessly trampled by things in the sky.

We live in the thought of God. One day, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Feilin magic Kui will make a comeback.

I've had enough of Ambo's bitch getting angry and swallowing my fleet with the waves.

I've had enough of Xifan's old thief, who is always angry and uses the sea of animals and insects to destroy my logging yard.

I'm tired of love being interfered by Shu bitch for no reason, and I don't know it.

I'm tired of studying quietly at home. A group of priests of the righteous three thieves kicked open my door and raised their swords to me.

A group of anti-human harpists brainwashed by elves and hybrids are killing their peers. There are many, many, enough! I've had enough of these bastards who meddle in the world.

Tyranny and conspiracy are everywhere over me. I've had enough of these tentacles from heaven.

We should say no to the gods who are confident and think they can intervene in the fate of mankind!

I want change, and mankind needs change.

I want to raise the red flag representing blood.

I will cut off the ladder between heaven and earth.

The kingdom of man returns to man, and the kingdom of God returns to man.

This is a revolution. We Ge Tian, a revolution in human pursuit of the future and evolution.

Hum, the race God is a hypocritical and foolish thing.

The world does not need any creatures other than human beings. Any God who stands in the opposite position of human beings is a powerful alien. Their only place of existence is as meat animals in the pasture.

We human motherhood should invest in the great cause of civilization and liberate our labor force.

So we seek dairy products, elf ranch and purify all male elves. These lovely meat utensils can be used for 700 years and 200000 days and nights. Our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will inherit our property. There is nothing more durable than them.

Dwarf? Halfling? Monsters, dragons and waste races are useless. For the blue and clean human world, the world doesn't need them.

God? There are too many gods in this world. If you don't clean them up like garbage, you will get sick. First of all, those gods who stand in the racial position will be destroyed first...]

He declared to all the mages present that he would kill all the aliens in the sky and the world, and asked us to join a conspiracy.

He summoned the most powerful lamp God in the multi universe with wishing, and released secrecy to all the mages present. The lamp God interfered with the prophecy of the God. Only the mages present knew the content of this meeting.

Even before the last Planck time, I couldn't tell others about this secret. All the legendary mages present put a spell on this secret, so that anyone who exists must keep his mouth shut. Even now, these legendary mages have left this star river with the mage emperor. "

Lulutia: "your dream has been achieved and mankind has won the final victory. Why do you betray your race?"

Black Lich: "why? I thought before I came here. When there is no dragon and no mage, there is no mystery. Just like now, what am I still?

The dragon was born with the fear of the unknown of the first intelligent creature, the God was born with the worship of the first intelligent creature, and the mage was born with the pursuit of mystery of the first intelligent creature.

After all these are gone, I am nothing and nothing remains. After scientifically analyzing the answers to everything, magic has lost all hope and magic has been forgotten. Now, there are no mages, and magic is not allowed on this planet. "

The black Lich looked at Ilminster: "maybe Mistra will come back to life one day. She is always dead and alive. I have lived for thousands of years and have seen through the set played by that bitch.

She may be resurrected sooner or later, but it will never be now. Under the omniscient vision of the [man of God], no one dares to use magic in this plane. Even we dare to cast magic in this short Planck time.

Even if the magic net still exists, but he does not allow it, no one will use magic, and there will be no magic God. "

The black robed man hugged his head with both hands, bent his fat body, struggled in pain, and shouted: "I am a mage. I have lived in this world for thousands of years. No! Never! I never want to live in a world without dragons and magic.

Because it is a world without mystery, faith and dream.

I am afraid that this is the most cruel punishment for any life who has consciousness, rationality, was born in the magical world, has been exposed to magic since childhood, and has been accompanied by magic all his life. "

"Cough, cough..."

The man in black coughed and continued: "I am nothing. What is my existence? Yes, the race is doing well now. It is a people in heaven. Our descendants regard the spirit sucking monster as a pig breeding, catching gods and imprisoned demons, and imprison such existence in the cage of history for people to watch. However, master Nuo, this world is still a magical world. No? Is this still the world of our mages? This is a terrible world What's left of me without the pursuit of magic?

This is a terrible thing.

So I will tell you the information of the man of God.

Even if I say it, I will die. I will shout out his name. Even if I am scared, I will shout out his name. "

The black robed Lich began to tremble, his whole body skeleton made a sound, and his body began to disappear inch by inch. The Lich struggled, rested and roared hysterically: "He is Chen... Sen, he is a demon... Enslaver... The father of all things, he is a real mage, he is a man who destroys everything with four ring magic, he is the king of mages, he is a human Summoner... He is the dusk of the gods and the end of magic. You can find it at the Bode gate of hd1385..."

One of Phelan's strongest casters, the black Lich turned into ash after shouting with all his strength, and every atom and nucleus disappeared.

Ilminster tidied up his hat and let out a long sigh. He felt enough that an enemy he had known for nearly a thousand years turned gray in front of him.

The old mage looked at the enlightenment star. The future said: now is my dying time. I followed the Last Prophecy of my God Mishra III and went to the deepest darkness of the star world. No one reached the depths to find the original silver pot of Mishra. I roamed 560 million kilometers in the star world and took a century to finally find it.

The first generation of Mistra met all this a long time ago.

Her suicide was to preserve a power. At this moment, the silver pot kept the original silver fire.

I will use the original silver fire and the power of the first generation of Mistra to release a time curse and send you back to the distant world peace.

You must stop that man before he is promoted to the Fourth Ring Road. "