Chapter 789: Old god

Keira Mansha Kane, the of murder, violence, destruction and war.
In the ancient mythology of the Ling clan, he is the younger brother of the supreme Asuyan, and he is the embodiment of the spiritual war passion of the spirit clan.
But Keira Mansha is actually not part of Kane’s name, but his title, which roughly means [full of blood], because the blood of the ancient hero of the spirit family killed by Kane, Eileen Nash, will always be Dripping on his hand.
His rune also represents murder in the spirit clan society, because Asu Yan wants every spirit clan to remember this murder without glory forever.
As far as Diego is concerned, this is not very kind to his people.
But no matter how majestic this statue was, it has now been destroyed by supernatural decay.
The once magnificent body strode through the world, and now there is only one body that struggles to crawl.
When he narrowed his eyes and scanned the afterimages around him, Diego could almost see its glory.
A body in large armor, eyes full of white flames, heart beating, and a huge amount of lava overturned on the unburnt black stone bones.
It is the magnificent embodiment of the sky's wrath and the torch--
Diego saw the picture in the dust that was swirling around the body, and now the blowing wind gathered a false halo around him-another once magnificent weak echo.
If this idol successfully stands up, it will be higher than the so-called Titans of mankind.
Even if it is destroyed by lying down, it is still a huge thing, leaving its curling traces in the sand.
"The wrath of the sky, the blood of the sky, Keira Mansha Kane--"
Recite the ancient poems, watching the devastated incarnation of God, Diego almost began to pity it.
Its dark skin has turned into gray charcoal, the fissures are constantly leaking black smoke in the strong wind, the blood of the lava has been slowed like amber mud, the scars are condensed when the blood is cooling, the body It was slowly dying while losing blood.
The eyes that once glared at the demons, now only the empty eye sockets are accompanied by godless faces.
"My name is Dachar Viera."
In a gesture of great respect, he reported to the creeping gods out of the house.
"Son of the Nightmare Clan."
The has black teeth and gray gums, trying to cry, but only dust flows from his mouth and merges into the sand under the chin, and the resonance of the psionic energy brought by the silent cry is in vain. Diego's mental defense.
It crawled and tried to get closer. Two fingers broke when it touched the ground. The thick magma flowed out of the stump and slowly turned black as it cooled.
"I know you can hear it."
Diego kept his voice calm, his scorpion blazes with energy, and sparks dance wildly at the spikes.
"But you can't respond anymore?"
He took a step back.
In response, the gave another silent roar.
"I know you can't."
Diego's shoulders were shaking.
"You have nothing but this uncontrollable hatred. It's sad, even more sad...I'm just like you."
"Ada."
"Ared?"
He probed into the devil's voice, but saw no one else.
"As you said, I found an echo, a wraith."
"It's an incarnation of Kane, and its essence is already broken when the hungry lady wakes up."
Diego shrugged.
"It makes no sense to me."
"But you disturbed the heart of the city and brought the warmth of life to the extreme cold."
The demon snorted with psionic energy.
"It is dying now. It has been on the verge of death for a long time, in this grave of poisonous soil."
It paused suddenly, with joy.
"Diago, behind you."
His eyes turned away from the creeping gods and turned to the slender figure walking in the flying sand.
He couldn't see the details. They were blurry silhouettes in the storm, getting closer and closer, holding a scimitar in his hand.
Ten, twenty, the ghosts gradually approached.
They all resonate warmly with the living consciousness.
"Keira Mansha Kane--"
The wind whispered.
"Sha’eil, Sha’eil, Sha’eil."
He knows the word.
Sha’eil, hell, the realm of absolute evil.
A moan and a sigh of sorrow came from behind him.
Diego turned around again, just to see that the statue finally stood up.
It drew out an ancient, broken knife from the red sand, and finally coughed out the first sentence from its clenched teeth and gasp full of sand.
"Suin!"
The roar of the decaying made Diago's heart shake, and he couldn't help but retreat.
However, although the sword in its hand was a weapon, it was now more like a cane, emitting black smoke from the sword, but failed to burst into flames.
Diego stared cautiously at the dying god.
"Suin."
He used his thoughts to ask the guide in the distance:
"I don't know what this means, this term is too old."
"The Doomsday wailing-the name of the sharp blade in its hand, an unrivaled world-destroying blade~EbookFREE.me~ pity... everything is over."
Diego watched the avatar fall down again, shaking his hands and knees, apparently it had no strength to support himself.
"I feel so sorry for it."
He felt that the demon came with the wind and formed behind him, but did not feel the need to turn around to face it.
The devil's silence gave him time to stop thinking.
"You often mention the end of everything as if you knew the ending."
"I have walked the path paved by possibility, I have seen what may happen, and what is almost certain to happen... But I still cannot know the future until it becomes the past."
Diego's body didn't move, and the ghosts around him gradually drifted away, and the song ended.
"So what is the most likely? How will it all end?"
The devil laughed a few times, licking the black ashes and red dust from his mouth.
"Finally everything starts, and finally war."
"Since that is the case, then... now, I have found what I need."
Grabbing the chainsaw sword with his backhand, Diago turned around at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye, instantly splitting the demon behind him into two.
As the ugly body slid off the ground and turned into dust, that harsh laughter slammed into his mind.
"You will die because of your choice...you know, the hungry lady is looking forward to your essence."
"Maybe, but now..."
He approached the fallen statue on the ground, squatted down, and leaned his arms toward the godless death mask, forming a picture of kneeling.
The cracked hand of the avatar tried to grab him, but several fingers broke.
Diego dived his arm into the depths of the idol, and wandered in the sea of ​​hatred and anger until...