Chapter 644: Dark gifts

The hungry in the dark sent a demon to hunt him, he felt that he should be honored.
His disengagement was as smooth as when he infiltrated. The mysterious equipment donated by the Three Wizards left no trace on many surveillance posts in Blackfire Castle. It flickered through the space and cast him on the southern coastline with a long-range jump. A corner.
When he woke up from the jump, he felt pain all over his body, took the first step from the rift in this world, and then he collapsed on the ground, lying like a baby curled up on the beach.
And his nostrils were bleeding like a faucet.
"Thank you guys..."
Splashes of blood splattered in his mouth, and he spoke to the inhuman gods and demigods, but they could not hear his words and never cared about his views.
The thing that carried him had long since disappeared, returning to the unknown space like a quick ghost.
He wondered if anyone had traced it in Blackfire Castle. He expressed doubts about it. Now Ouke's technology is quite advanced, but it is not the same as the ancient human skills.
So humans will lose.
So humans will lose to themselves.
So he will care.
He is human, at least, long ago, he used to be human.
Now he is a more ancient and declining race, although he hates these because they are so traceable to their own depravity.
He hated this fact more than despair because of hunger and thirst.
He hates the fact that the human race is the cause of this world’s demise. From the ancient spiritual books, he learned that the vibrant, innocent and prosperous human race is the gateway through which the subspace devours the galaxy.
Therefore, chaos will always win, because the short board of humans will let subspace attack.
This is the world, and that world is the same. Many worlds are like this. Once the horn of the last days sounds, it cannot be stopped.
He used to think of himself as an immortal.
He was born like this. A natural immortal, he has been working for him since he was recruited by the Benedict Empire.
Since then he has been killing them: many of the people he killed are bad people, but there are also many good people.
Sometimes, serving national machines can seem quite contradictory, but they are always happy to explain.
They will make it clear why a good person must die, why it is not a bad thing, the tasks they let him complete... What a hell.
But the situation will always evolve, of course, because the opponent's state has changed.
For example, once a chess player, he has now become a player and is going to the next game that is destined to lose.
He must play the world as a chessboard with the extremely clever but astray ancient humans, and fight with the fierce beasts he has cultivated himself, and also soothe those who were huddled under his wings like frightened chickens. Mortal.
But the development of things makes everything unpredictable.
Guk can no longer control or anticipate his behavior, and that Ok's performance has exceeded expectations.
Therefore, the strategy he developed was called the Gulsut start, or pseudo-game.
The purpose is simple: let him perform a show with the Oke Puppet King. He replaces the Gulsute Command Legion with elaborate flesh puppets, and the other party drinks the medicine he prepared to disguise as a guard, when Gukmai When entering the prepared trap, complete a fatal blow, and then collapse its fragile kingdom into ashes.
This is a very difficult plan. Every step is to walk a tightrope. The physical puppet can only simulate a part of the characteristics and temperament of Ok. He needs to expend his power to maintain it.
He does what he wants, he accomplishes what they need him to do.
However, he still failed. He thought that in a closed room, Gulsuth and his ten elite warriors could cut off the lifeline of the pale tyrant, but he was wrong, the error was very outrageous, he ignored The forces that are enough to violate all natural laws, including life and death.
Dust is the plaything of the gods.
Although he is unwilling to accept this view, he must acknowledge the rationality of this logical existence, even though it is unreasonable in itself.
He rushed his head down and planted it on a sand dune. His body was scarred due to the high-speed infiltration jump, but he tried to maintain his state.
He is still a little far from the coast, about three days away, but the problem is not here. The problem is the demon sent by Subspace to hunt him.
Two days after he completed the jump, he turned to the cold wind and said:
"Show up."
Laughter reverberated, but the voice, far from human, reverberated in the desert at night.
"bring it on."
Diago smiled, his skin dying like a corpse, his limbs as weak as decayed wood, and he could not see the shadow prince at all.
"Come on, Mr. Demon, I am impatient."
After a long silence, a voice said:
"I know who you are, I own your name, I control you."
Diego sighed, threw his weapon on the ground, and spread his arms.
"Then you won, come and kill me."
"Ahra."
The voice responded.
"An interesting name, given that your relatives are on the verge of extinction, the meaning of the name is even more interesting."
"What can I tell you, demon?"
Only silence.
"You have my real name."
The shadow prince whispered:
"What are you waiting for?"
His hands were still open, he turned slowly, and the gravel under his feet creaked.
"I do have your name."
The voice answered.
"The real name contains real power. I have your name, and you can’t fight me."
"I know."
"Then you should know that I am going to kill you? You know why I am here?"
"Yes."
"well."
Diego cleared his throat, and the air in the middle of the night was very thin.
"what is my name?"
The voice suddenly asked:
"Ahra Tanis."
The devil answered.
"Knowing my real name allows you to control me?"
"Yes."
"Then you won, the heir of Asiaspace~EbookFREE.me~ Ms. Hunger, you have won. Before I die in safety, please satisfy one of my last wishes."
"Speak."
"Tell me, what is the real name of my annihilator."
A chuckle burst into the void.
"Go into the grave with this name."
The voice said, turning into an explosive scream.
"Wunite Pisatka."
"I surrender, come and kill me,"
The shadow of the sky jumped towards him, and it rushed through the snow like a dark tsunami.
"by the way--"
Diego said at the last minute that there was no slight tension on his face.
"That's not my real name, so you won't be able to control me, but I know your real name... Tepisatka!"
He has been frantically getting the container in his pocket ready. He has completed the proper gestures and threw the proper runes. As he has learned, he throws his witchcraft towards the scream. Demon.
The demon withdrew from the physical space in a burst of anger and light, his power was confined by the container, swept across the earth, and Diego fell to the ground in the first time.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that his body was soaked, he was covered in blood, as was a large area of ​​sand around him.
But no drop of blood was his.
Exhausted, he slowly stood up, his skin regained its luster, like a shriveled sponge like a sucking liquid, but the blurred light in his eyes was even more dazzling.
"Your gift... your curse..."
He lowered his head and trudged forward step by step. He had to walk along the dunes for a long time. During this time, he had enough time to think and reflect.
next time……
He will never fail again.