I, the Heir of Heroes

For them, poor and isolated, prayer is absolute.Therefore, being outside of humans, they are the only pride of humans.

The people in that village sincerely hope that everyone in the world can live in harmony.

I want to liberate all human beings from worthless viciousness and live a life of purity and integrity.

Hunger, killing, love and hate, negating all the functions attached to human beings in advance, and constantly boasting that they are creatures in line with God's blessing.

"But, that's impossible."

It is absolutely impossible for human beings to be liberated from viciousness only by living a pure and upright life.

Evil is there from the beginning.If you want to cut away from evil, you can only resort to certain means.

So—they implemented this method.

So—the anti-hero who was forced to bear the evil of monopolizing all the world was born.

Tortured in the fire and suffering under the curse, what is finally achieved in this complete small world is the [absolute evil] that represents half of the world.

Wherever he is, he is the squirming truth, the aggregate of pure negativity.

What Jia Luo inherited or experienced in that root place is this kind of thing.

The world itself is suffering to the extreme, and Jia Luo's just-in-time appearance gave him a channel to release the pressure.Galo, who was born as a bearer of this burden, can naturally call out this essential thing.

The curse of the elves before death, the wailing when life decays...

Gradually rising to the sky above the fantasy species, it is like a hole embedded in the boundless universe, and countless tides rush out violently inside.

It was a disaster called "All the Evils of This World".

The ones that are closest to the source that emerge from the corridors of the world's elves are the nightmare of all living things that grow attached to this planet.

It can easily assimilate any essence that is contaminated with it, as long as it is touched, it cannot escape the curse of eroding and burning the soul.

It was an angry howl, and the essence of [Evil] like an ocean quickly floated in the air, surrounding and obliterating the entire Abant.

However, Galo spared the area where the city was built.

Looking at the phantasmagoria who were constantly writhing their bodies and crazily condensing rays to destroy everything close to them, Jia Luo noticed many Flügel galloping out with shining wings.

It seemed that they had never imagined that they would be attacked in front of their home. After feeling the unprecedented shock, it took them several breaths before they summoned their partners to go out for emergency.

Just like birds coming out of the nest.

The corner of Jia Luo's mouth raised a slight arc.

"Trasil, I leave it to you."

"Yes, my Lord God."

Accompanied by Jia Luo's whisper, a huge eye suddenly opened in the space behind him.

The twig piercing out from the space ripples charged towards the Flügel with a heavy killing intent at a thunderous speed.

At the same time, it was Jia Luo who lost his figure under the shadow and disappeared secretly.

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The sound of the explosion echoed overhead, and a frantic and bloody desire came from the fluctuations in space.

As if traveling through the cause and effect of time and history, the various scenes that were enough to be sung as myths were completely isolated by Jia Luo's own temperament and atmosphere.

The aftermath of the collapse and the splashed gravel will not reach here.

Because this is the end of his journey, between the thrones where the strongest god sits.

The towering Roman columns support the magnificent dome, and the group of elf elements exuding pure gold tones is the main source of lighting here.

There was only the sound of his own footsteps echoing in the empty hall, and Jia Luo could feel that the atmosphere around him had changed by a huge drop.

That kind of solemnity, that kind of depression, that kind of blood boiling under the distortion made Jia Luo's calm expression become serious.

After walking through the long corridor, Jia Luo then saw it, saw the existence sitting on the throne.

This is a man who combines admiration and great strength, with a huge and strong body like a rock.

The strongest war god and the god species representing [absolute evil] finally reached the first meeting in history.

Artosh looked down at the "Challenger" walking in front of him with golden pupils, and then his proud voice echoed in the hall.

It seems that in this era, any existence is not worthy of his seriousness.

"Let me ask you—what exactly is the so-called [powerful]?"

[God of War] Artosh asked on the zenith of the scorching bright high seat.

"...You are the so-called [powerful]."

On the way to the throne, Galo had already recovered his disguise, but he abandoned his orc appearance and returned to his original human appearance.

"Invincible power, inherent advantages, you who can fight against the world with one enemy ten thousand, there is no doubt that you are [powerful] itself."

This is the truth. After sensing the unimaginably huge elf fluctuations not far away, Jia Luo was able to understand the gap between the two sides.

Artoxiu was silent, because this was not the answer he wanted.

The question he asked for the second time in ten thousand years, he hoped to be answered here.