Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 6 The chapter of Black Iron began to fall into hell

At the time of the attention, it has been taken away.

Happiness, pain, sorrow, fear; home, friends, loved ones - everything is lost.

The only thing left is the anger. I want to destroy everything.

Everything is no longer important, living is just alive -

Desperately, every day to live to die.

That is, how unbearable?

In his nightmare, the great god, the seat of Karma's destiny, appeared in the eyes of the young Arthur.

God does not move, God is speechless -

God has eight billion arms, each with a sharp blade, which can instantly cut human flesh into powder; each flame on the blade is with a high temperature of 100 million degrees, which can instantly burn the human soul. Into the fly ash.

God overlooks all beings, God is cold and ruthless -

God is hundreds of feet tall, and it can grow infinitely larger and larger. It has a finger enough to smash people thousands of times, and it blows enough to blow people thousands of miles.

Standing in front of God, Arthur is as weak as an ant.

God waved his arm, a sword fell, and Arthur rolled and ducked. He was blown out of the tens of yards by the photon storm that was raised by the giant blade.

God waved another arm and swept over a sword. Arthur leaped high, and the giant blade swept over his feet. The heat of the flame almost burned him.

At the same time, God waved eight billion arms, and the blade fell like a raindrop. The fire on the blade was a sky-wrenching fire.

The young man tumbling, dodging, frantically fleeing, survived in the crack of the sword rain. His speed is lightning fast, and his body is as agile as a butterfly. Dancing between the swords and rains, moving down the storm of death, as if he had experienced such a battle hundreds of millions of times.

The heat of the flame can't burn him, and the sharp blade can't hold him. At this moment, his only strength is the fortitude from the depths of his soul.

However, people are human beings after all.

No matter how strong, human beings are always weak. No matter how strong it is, human beings will not be able to rival God.

Don't mention the means of no confrontation, even the attack that continues to dodge God is impossible.

His battle lasted only a few tens of seconds, but it was as long as a century. After avoiding tens of thousands of attacks, a small mistake of the teenager made this challenge fall short.

The blade smashed his arm and broke his leg; he lost his mobility and eventually his body was smashed.

So, once again, God swung a giant blade and ended everything.

After the flames, there is no leftover. The youngsters were burned without a trace.

His challenge failed again. His [spirit] is once again in the universe - until he comes to God again.

auzw.com How many times do you have to challenge, stupid humans?

You are so small, weak, ignorant, ignorant, have been struggling at the bottom of the world! It’s always been the footsteps of fate! Why should we continue to resist? ——

Don't you understand, all this is in vain?

When I woke up in the morning, Arthur found himself on board. His body was still sore because of yesterday's war, and the shaking of the boat made him feel vomiting.

"Well?" He felt that his hands were tied back and he felt that something was not good.

"Oh, wake up?" said the masked man on the side of the boat. "Do you know what you are doing now?"

"Looking for advice." Young Arthur asked weakly, swaying and leaning on the boat to sit up and try to see the surrounding environment.

The fog is blurred, and a small wooden boat sails on a sea (lake?) surface. The surface of the water is as calm as a mirror, only the microwaves that the boat has raised. Arthur only felt the cold around, but could not feel the humidity of the fog. He has a feeling of being out of reality, [distortion].

The masked man was covered in a black robe and covered in a black cloth bag. The tall figure looked like a hangman and a few like a trafficker.

While Arthur observed the masked man, the other side was also observing the boy's face. After watching it for a while, he said slowly: "Hey, the boy is very calm. You don't know if you have been sold by your master?"

"It is indeed the style of Richard, and what you can't get will be destroyed." Arthur pretended to be indifferent, but he could not cover the anger in his heart. The knight bought the boy who used to be a slave, and now he has to sell the boy to another place.

Arthur’s life is destined to be fateful, and after a disaster is over, it will be rolled into another disaster in an instant—

What a [exciting] life.

"Even if you are a slave redeemed by the Knights welfare system, it does not mean that you can easily rebel against the master." The masked man smiled insidiously: "It is better to persuade you to be a dog of your master next time. However, I am afraid you will not have this [next]."

"You shouldn't want to kill me? Even if you kill a small character like me, it doesn't mean anything." Arthur asked tentatively.

He tried to break the rope that tied him, but it was in vain. The rope was tied very professionally, and there was no space for the hand.

There was a scream of laughter under the mask of the masked man. He had already seen Arthur’s little tricks of diverting attention. Now he just satirizes the teenager with the smirk of the winner: "Kill you? No - but you will not live for a long time. You can live out from the fighting field. The person can count up with ten fingers."

"Fighting field?"

"Ah, it’s over." The masked man said, the mist around him slowly dispersed, and the secret was reflected in the eyes of the teenager.

The ominous island of the blame stone, standing on the sea, is like a stick out of the sky.

A huge building stands on an isolated island. It is dilapidated and lifeless, and the walls are full of strange green atmosphere. The solemn scene seems to hide the gloomy death.

Such an island, such a huge building, has no reason to be hidden in the world and is not known. Arthur realized in a moment that the smoke was a masterpiece of magic. Only when the ship was close enough, the smoke would disperse and the building would appear in front of the visitors.

"Secret magic? Is it necessary to conceal a building so much?" Arthur couldn't help but ask.

"Well? Kid knows quite a lot. But, you probably don't know this? The hidden magic here is natural, it has existed hundreds of millions of years ago. Here is the observation deck of the gods, they are watching The place where humans kill each other for fun. Here is the death battlefield [Langgridoya], the **** **** of the gladiators."

"It turns out. No wonder there is a smell of blood." Arthur whispered softly.

Masked people have already used Arthur's handkerchief to hold Arthur's face. The teenager is not struggling and can't struggle. He gradually lost consciousness.

In a confusion, Arthur vaguely understood the fate he was about to face.