Lord Of The Chaos Lord Of The Chaos 20 King Darius

Life will never change for you.

The past won't come back to you.

Your life will continue.

And it's not all of a sudden a paradise.

After I tore the body's chest apart in front of me, I found a transparent stone with no colour.

As my hand approached, something strange happened.

My whole body shone brightly. I was a little freaked out by what happened suddenly.

My whole body sedated and I lost control of it, and the energy that was circulating in my body leaked out like a gla.s.s of leaky water.

Soon my body was hollow.

Suddenly, as if an energy bomb had exploded inside him, the energy spread throughout his body to every corner, I even thought my body was going to explode.

And indeed, because of this energy density. I fainted without even a little resistance.

"Level up."

"Level up."

"Level up."

"Level up."

"Level up."

Everything is dark around me, nothing around me.

I don't see anything except dark.

Where am I? Why am I in such a dark?

Did I die again?

Why do I always end up in the dark?

Although I am not afraid of the dark, my whole life has been dark. Darkness and I are friends, but that doesn't mean we have to be around each other too much.

But the darkness...

Terrifying.

Terrifying.

Without warning, the darkness around me suddenly turned into a vast green land ripe in the eye.

And the giant trees came down from the sky.

The darkness turned into a beautiful landscape. Anything that's not dark will be beautiful even if it's grey.

Suddenly, the smell of blood and hatred from the perspective of the latter spread to my nose. And, indeed, blood appeared. Lots of blood. A river of blood and corpses. Many humans, wherever there was blood, there were humans.

Soldiers with gleaming swords shining in the sun showing how sharp and well made these swords are.

In general, it becomes clear that it was a severe battle. Added to it, however, are the presence of strange creatures of giants, beasts, and demons. I couldn't figure out how this fight was going to play out—just everyone against all.

The battle was raging, and exciting, and many people died in one moment. I watched this smile, and I was happy with what I saw, blood, destruction, and death everywhere. The fighting rose in my blood, and I couldn't wait any longer.

I tried to call my sword to join them in this fight. I don't know who's going to die by my hand, and I don't know who to kill. I just want to be part of this fun fight.

I too want their blood to mingle on my sword; I want to take their souls and become their mediator to heaven.

But unfortunately for me, the sword didn't reach my hand as I wanted. Nothing happened, and it depressed me.

I tried to touch any of them with my hands, but as if I were a ghost, my hand would just go through.

I sat on the floor watching, and boredom was going to kill me. I just see people dying here and there, nothing special.

But in one moment, everything changed.

When you lift your head, you will see a giant dragon above you blocking out the sun. The wind whistles from its wings, and above it is a very handsome young man, his long hair with a powerful aura, and what distinguishes him is a hybrid with demonic ears in a human body.

His kind of looks like the guy in the coffin.

In his hand, a rounded jewel has no colour.

Behind him, 200,000 fighters each had long black robes and big swords. They were like the flood that swept through everything. They unleash tyrannical auras that disintegrate.

As they approached the battle, all who were fighting stopped,

and a grin of a yacht perched on their faces, like smile accepted death. Everyone threw their swords out of their hands.

I wondered what happened, and I looked around, and everyone was wearing that smile of death. And I quickly approached someone, and I looked into his eyes. It has become empty and pale and lifeless.

Suddenly I found this man, and I was looking into his eyes, unhesitatingly raised his sword and stabbed his heart.

Why did he kill himself? To my surprise, I saw everyone suddenly doing the same! I couldn't figure out how many people did it. I raised my head to see what was going on up there.

I was surprised to see that the face of this king had not changed, as though it were something to be expected.

I found a young man in battle who had not yet committed suicide, his face too shocked from what was going on.

An urgent voice resounded beside him.

"Kill yourself quickly."

"Why?"

"....It's King Darius. Do you want to stand on an impaler? And suffer worse than death! "Death in a terrible way is not an honour, and only idiots will do it."

After the sound guy said, he stabbed himself and died quietly.

The young man pointed the sword slowly and trembling toward his heart, hesitating with pride at life, but when he saw the impaler from afar, and how they carried it.

Instead of putting the sword into his heart, he screamed and ran away.

Suddenly, a horrid person appeared before him, with a black robe, darker than night.

The man in black made a quick move and hit the man over the head hard to lose control. He dragged him into a long, pointy, sharp pole that made one's heart tremble at the sight of him. It was the impaler.

He put it on the impaler, in a way that doesn't kill him quickly, but it hurts him to death. How does it feel to have a sharp pointy thing up your a.s.s pierced through your body?

I look into Darius's eyes to find out where he came from such power and evil. Awe, tyranny.

Darius is in front of me, who makes mighty armies give up just hearing his name, and whose soldiers kill themselves for fear of retribution.

His facial expressions have not changed because this is common for him; he has killed beasts, demons, and humans alike. Why would he care about such a bunch of s.h.i.t?

I stood right in front of him.

She smiled.

She smiled mightily, a devilish, heartfelt smile of his.

I like to meet the strong, I want to humiliate them at my feet, there's no one above me, and there won't be one either. I tried to touch his neck with my hand.

But his voice resonated, and he said:

"Your hand is so dirty," he looked down on me.

Looking into his eyes like a hunter and his prey, you never know which one will win.

"Not dirtier than your soul and mine."

When I said that, he looked at me and laughed, and I laughed, too.

"So you are the chosen one! It looks like it's going to be fun, heh heh, I'll see you later, chosen one. We'll meet again.

The world changed again, but this time I returned to my real world.

I opened my eyes

But I did find something strange.

The previously dormant bodies suddenly woke up and opened their eyes.

And they were in front of me in the blink of an eye.