Fantasy Simulator

"The god born at the beginning of the world, the supreme lord of darkness..."

"Please show your glory, shine on the earth once again, and bring endless darkness to the world..."

In the remote mountain village, a slight murmur continued to sound, covering the area.

In this area, bursts of sound continued to spread, and there seemed to be some kind of unique breath emerging indistinctly.

There are bursts of bloody air covering all around, and it has emerged so far.

If you look forward and focus on that area, you can discover the scenes that exist there.

It was a scene called purgatory on earth.

In the not-so-large space, blood dripped everywhere, as well as broken limbs.

Broken organs of the human body are placed here and there, all over the place, which is extremely scary.

Because of the good airtightness, the bloody smell inside this room is extremely strong, capable of suffocating people to death.

But the few people who were in it didn't feel anything, instead their faces were full of fanaticism and intoxication.

"Please recover, the great master of darkness, the terminator of all things..."

In front of a tall statue of a god, an old man with a stern face and some fiery eyes spoke softly there, reciting a eulogy.

All around, drops of crimson blood were condensing, and there seemed to be various resentments emerging from it.

This is the blood condensed from the resentment of the deceased. When it is taken out at this moment, it seems that even the surrounding air is much colder, and it looks extremely scary.

The old man in front of him didn't know how many people he had killed before he could collect the resentment and blood of so many dead.

With the blood flowing, the statue in front of him seemed to have begun to change.

There is an inexplicable texture display, which has emerged so far.

In the end, even the statue itself seemed to come alive, with a kind of exuberant vitality.

Mysterious runes emerged, covering the entire statue.

The majestic aura of majesty is unfolding, and it just escapes and sweeps all directions.

This breath is so powerful and terrifying that it almost surpasses any mortal thing.

If it exists under the seven rings, it will definitely collapse when it feels this breath, and it is impossible to bear the horror brought by this breath.

Inside the house, feeling the revival of the god statue, the fanaticism on the faces of several cultists became more and more obvious. At this moment, the voice in their mouths became louder and louder, and they screamed.

They are fanatical, they are joyful, and they are happy that the gods they believe in are revived.

"I can feel it........"

Standing in front of the statue, the old man also had a smile on his face, as if he felt something at this moment: "The connection of faith is getting closer......"

"My lord... Please recover!"

The voice fell, and there were bursts of sounds from all around.

On the statue in front of him, a suffocating aura spread, scattered in all directions, and suppressed everything.

Just in an instant, there were several cracking sounds in the room.

Behind the old man, the fanaticism on the faces of the rest of the people froze.

Under the powerful breath in front of them, their bodies couldn't bear it at all, and they burst into pieces immediately.

And after that, a hazy breath emerged, contacting this world.

A slight murmur continued to sound, resounding here.

Looking at the idol that emerged in front of him, the old man had a smile on his face, looking very happy at the moment.

"O Almighty Lord..."

Standing still, he opened his arms, then knelt down in front of the statue in front of him, and said loudly: "After a long time of silence, please come back again!"

boom...

In front of him, the god statue was shaking, and the sound of "Zi La" continued to come out, until now it resounded in all directions.

When the old man raised his head again, he found that the statue in front of him began to show a unique change.

On the statue, layers of cracks began to emerge, like broken ceramics, showing a strange sense of brokenness.

Then, the power of terror bloomed.

The powerful aura of divine power permeated the four directions in an instant, covering the entire area.

A little bit of faint mist rose up and appeared in all directions.

Then, under the gaze of the old man, the mist continued to rise and moved towards his front.

There, a child was sleeping.

It was a boy who didn't look very old. He didn't look very old, he didn't look very big, and he looked a little immature. He was lying there at the moment, as if he was falling asleep.

A closer look reveals some differences.

On the boy's body, there are strange graffiti everywhere, and there are mysterious and unique runes engraved on his body, which is particularly mysterious.

At this moment, the surrounding black mist gathered and slowly merged into the boy's body.

Afterwards, the boy's body became active, and a strange breath emerged spontaneously.

The boy's eyes slowly opened.

A powerful divine aura spread in all directions.

In this instant, it seemed that even the space was frozen directly, and an extremely powerful aura flashed by, emerging here.

brought about by the divine revival

The mighty majesty is extremely terrifying, and its sense of oppression is even more terrifying than the previous statues.

When the metamorphosis was completely over, a trace of bewilderment flashed in the boy's eyes, and then he suddenly realized.

"Osis..."

An indifferent and hoarse voice came from the boy's mouth.

The voice was hoarse and majestic, it didn't sound like a boy's voice at all, but like a god above the nine heavens, it was full of mighty majesty.

But to some extent, this is indeed a god.

"My lord..."

Hearing the boy's shout, the old man who had been kneeling before immediately stood up and looked at the boy in front of him respectfully, with awe written all over his face.

At this moment, the situation in front of me is already different.

The boy standing in front of him was no longer the mortal before him, but the master he enshrined, the legendary Lord of Darkness who ruled the destruction of all things and all darkness.

This is a real god, a being above all mortal beings, and the Lord whom the old man worships.

"What era is it now?"

The faint hoarse voice sounded again.

In front of him, the voice of the Lord of Darkness sounded, looking at the old man in front of him at this moment, he spoke lightly.

"Three thousand years have passed since you last woke up..."

Looking at the Lord of Darkness in front of him, and listening to the hoarse and majestic voice of the other party, the old man didn't have any doubts anymore, and said directly: "According to your instructions when you were revived in the past, we will revive you at this time... ..”

"good."

The Lord of Darkness nodded, but he felt it roughly, but frowned again: "But, what's going on with this body?"

"Why so weak?"

He looked at the old man in front of him, frowned, and was a little dissatisfied: "Although he has a certain degree of divine blood, he has not reached the stage of awakening the divine blood, and he is not a powerful hero. He is just an ordinary mortal child. That's all..."

"You have been preparing for thousands of years, can't you find a more suitable body?"

An indifferent voice sounded on the spot, with some dissatisfaction.

Looking at it like this, the revived Lord of Darkness is very dissatisfied with his current body.

No wonder.

From the perspective of a god, this body is obviously extremely unqualified.

In the previous catastrophe, there were very few gods who could retain their own bodies.

The bodies of most of the gods collapsed in the catastrophe and had to be abandoned.

Therefore, even if it recovers again, it must find someone else's body to start over.

And it is very important to carry their bodies.

A good body not only allows them to exert more strength, but even brings them some new abilities.

And a poor body not only restricts them a lot, it can't even allow them to exert much strength.

And the body in front of him, in the eyes of the Lord of Darkness, is obviously very bad, and belongs to the extremely inferior kind.

"My lord, I'm sorry..."

Oris' face was full of bitterness, and he could only lower his head: "This is already the best we can find......"

"Um?"

Listening to Oris' words, the Lord of Darkness was stunned: "Could it be that... the church I left behind has weakened to this point?"

"I remember as early as 2,000 years ago, my church seemed to still exist, and it was still very strong..."

"Could it be that only two thousand years have passed, and my church has been destroyed?"

He couldn't believe it.

It was only at this time that he noticed some details.

The surroundings are not his church, nor is it such a gorgeous place, it's just a dilapidated small room.

There are not many of his followers around, just a few of them.

This all seems to say something.

Originally belonged to him, the once powerful church seemed to have really weakened.

"My lord..."

Listening to the words of the Lord of Darkness, Oris's face was full of bitterness, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Indeed, two thousand years, this time is extremely short for the gods.

Maybe it's just a nap, and there's already this time

But for mortals, two thousand years is a long time.

Two thousand years is enough time to turn the most powerful warrior into a pile of bones, to make greatness no longer great, and to let everything that once existed pass away without leaving a trace.

Time is always the most powerful force.

Except for the aloof gods themselves, no one can be immortal forever, and will eventually usher in the day of extinction.

The once prosperous church of the Lord of Darkness has long since disappeared with the passage of time, completely gone.

As for the body in front of me...

Thinking of this, the corners of Oris' mouth turned bitter, and he didn't know what to say at this moment.

To some extent, their loyalty to the Lord of Darkness need not be questioned too much.

It's just that the body in front of them is already the best they can find.

ok.

In this day and age, not to mention heroes who have awakened their divinity, even epics are extinct, and there are not many of them.

These powerhouses themselves are not that easy to kill, let alone so cunning, basically hiding in unknown places, or indirectly maintaining good relations with various churches.

Not that easy to find at all.

Even if it is found, with the current strength of the Obscure Church, it is impossible to seize its body, and it will even be killed by it.

As for the descendants of the gods who have awakened the blood of the gods?

Those things are also not so easy to find. In today's era, they are all treasures, but all the ones that are found are basically collected by various churches, and they are rarely left outside.

Let alone being found by them.

The body of a boy whose blood concentration is not too low in front of him is already the result of their hard work.

"It seems that during the two thousand years I have been silent, you are really weak."

Looking at the appearance of Oris, the Lord of Darkness shook his head, and looked around speechlessly: "In order to revive me, even blood sacrifices were used..."

He looked at the mess in the room, there were pieces of flesh and blood everywhere, as if he looked like a cult priest, and he was also a little speechless at this time.

The Lord of Obscurity, although his name is Obscurity, and his deity is related to darkness, but he is not such an evil evil god.

If the Lord of Darkness was at its peak and the Church of Darkness still existed, methods like blood sacrifice would probably not be used.

But now, it has become like this.

"This, I'm sorry..."

Oris lowered his head, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Over two thousand years, the Obscure Church has long since declined, and now there are only two or three cats, big and small, and even fewer of them are successful.

In the past two thousand years of weakening and being suppressed, in order to survive, the dark church's lower limit has naturally become lower and lower.

In the end, even some methods that were considered third-rate in the past were picked up and started to learn.

Of course, this is also forced by survival.

After all, if this is not the case, I am afraid that the Obscure Church will disappear even faster.

Even the Lord of Darkness may not be able to wake up.

"No problem."

The Lord of Darkness smiled, and a small smile appeared on the face of a little boy, and then he said: "It doesn't matter if you use some key methods at critical times..."

"No matter what, at least I was able to wake up and come back again."

"It's better than other existences..."

The Lord of Darkness raised his head, looked towards the sky, towards the sky.

On the sky, the brilliance of many stars has already dimmed, and it seems that they have changed a lot at this moment compared to when he recovered in the past.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the Lord of Darkness sighed softly, then turned around, looked at Oris in front of him, and stretched out his hand.

It's just a random hand reaching out, a very flat and natural movement, but it seems to be engulfed in the general trend of the world, making people have no strength to resist.

Of course, Oris also has no intention of resisting the master he believes in.

In the end, that seemingly immature palm fell on top of Oris' head.

Afterwards, scenes and scenes began to emerge in his mind.

From the birth of Oris to the present, all the pictures he experienced and all the knowledge information stored in his mind emerged in his mind, and were traced back again.

That feeling is very strange, as if experiencing the previous scene again.

Those who do not remember, those that have been buried in the depths of memory, are all traced back at this moment, and awakened again.

And all of this happened in just a short moment.

"I see........."

When Oris woke up again, the thoughtful voice of the Lord of Darkness came from in front of him: "Since the silence of the gods, has the progress of world fusion further intensified......"

"It seems that the next era is the key..."

"interesting........"

While speaking, a smile appeared on his face, and at this moment he smiled to himself.

As a god, the Lord of Darkness, his level is far beyond the ordinary.

For such existences, it is only a matter of a moment to extract the memories and information in the minds of mortals.

Not to mention that Oris in front of him is not someone else, but a follower of the Lord of Darkness himself.

Through the connection of the thread of faith, it will be easier to do all this.

After extracting the information in Oris' mind, the Lord of Darkness also made up for the gaps of more than two thousand years, and gained a new understanding of everything in this era.

Then, he turned around and looked towards a certain direction in the distance.

"Ekdo......"

Standing in place, the Lord of Darkness looked into the distance, chanting Ekdo's name, frowning alone there: "Fight against the Twilight Cult alone, against the Twilight God..."

"In this era, can such an existence still be bred..."

After extracting the memory of Oris, knowing what happened in this land recently

After the story, the Lord of Darkness quickly sensed something was wrong.

Ordinary people naturally don't know about the collision between the world of the abyss and the world of the gods, which is about to merge.

But as the god of this world, the most noble and top existence in this world, the Lord of Darkness is naturally very clear.

Even, he was a witness of that battle back then, and personally participated in the battle between the gods and the abyss.

Therefore, standing in the corner of the gods, he also has his own understanding of the era in front of him.

From the outside, the powerhouses in this era are extinct, and the tide of elements is gradually weakening. The reason for the lack of powerhouses is the silence of the gods.

But in the eyes of the Lord of Darkness, it is the reason for the fusion of the two worlds.

During the fusion process, the rules of the two worlds confront each other and slowly intertwine.

During this process, a large amount of power in the world itself was mobilized and invested in it, which led to the weakening of the world's own environment.

Even the pillars of the world themselves, the gods, had to fall into a deep sleep due to the influence of the world, exerting their own power to help the world in this kind of confrontation, which shows how serious the power consumption of the world is.

Within a certain period of time, the world can only mobilize so much power, if there is more mobilization there, naturally there will be less elsewhere.

And this has led to the deterioration of the environment, the thinning and reduction of elements.

The weakening of the environment has led to the scarcity of the strong.

This is why there are so few strong men in this era.

In this current era, except for those who directly inherited the power of the gods, the strength of the rest of the people should be very weak.

Even the church, one of the important powers left by the gods, is also becoming weaker and weaker under this situation, and has become mortal.

However, in this environment, there are strong ones who stand out and display a powerful force that is strong enough to fight against the divine weapon.

This situation is of course surprising.