"I will set off. No one can stop me." He thought of the day his mother and aunt broke up. They were obviously sisters, but neither of them backed down. Their determination was unstoppable. That is their philosophy that makes them fearless. "Warm!" Some civilians called his name, and children looked at him eagerly. "I'm Worm." The Balrog raised his hand, and the bone blade flew over, igniting flames. "Warm!!" The warriors called to their king, their swords raised high.
"I'm Worm." The Demon King raised his hands and feet, and there were neat steps behind him. They were the people following him. "Warm!!!" This time, there was no connection or empathy, but the same call came. "I am, Worm." Wumu picked up the knife, rolled it with fire, and rushed towards the ancient bloodline. 86. Sakazhin! King Worm! "Delusion!" The strong wind whipped up by the heavy halberd tore apart the whirlpool of flames. "Silly words!" The flames melted through the shield and made his armor hot. "Bullshit!" The Wendigo rolled toward the Balrog like a mountain collapsing. "You keep talking about rebuilding Kazdale... How big a city can you build? How high a wall can you build? How many enemies can you annihilate?" But these are not the point. "How many people can you satisfy?!" "You can gather hundreds of Sakaz, but when this number expands ten times or a hundred times, can you still unite them like now?" "And there are hundreds of thousands of Sakaz on this land? Millions? Tens of millions? Or more?!" "The reason why the late Emperor of Ursus made Ursus great and shocked Terra was that he alone could satisfy the desires of countless Ursus people. His ideals are the Ursus people's idea!"
"When the number of people gathered around you exceeds a threshold, a little carelessness will cause an empire to fall apart! Ask yourself, do you have the ability to unite them and drive them?" Wendigo thought of the emperor he had followed and the life of that emperor. "Even if you are invincible, as long as you fail once, you will put countless people who follow you to death! Your city will be crushed, your country will be destroyed, and your people will Being enslaved... you will be reviled for eternity." "Since ancient times, how many demon kings have died this way?! Do you still want to repeat the same mistakes?! Break the current Sakaz into pieces again?!" Which of those demon kings who make the world an enemy is not famous?Which one doesn’t have tens of millions of followers?Which one is not invincible?Which one doesn’t build Kazdale tall and strong? But where is Kazdel today? ! "If we can neither unite everyone nor be invincible...this trip with you will be just a joke after all!" Wendigo did not retreat at all, he vowed to shackle this young fellow who did not know the heights of heaven and earth. "Joking or not, if you don't put it into practice, who will know that the road is blocked?" Worm inserted the bone nails into the ground, and black lines appeared in his hands. They were the few thoughts he retained from his mother. A weapon took shape in his hands. The spear, which was made entirely of burning flames, radiated heat that made even Drake look pale. "If we just stop moving forward, will Kazdaele be able to rebuild?" "In the past tens of millions of years, how many Kazdaels have been reduced to ruins, how many Sarkarz have died guarding the country? How many Sarkarz have died on the way home? Are their efforts just a joke?!" "If you can't unite, then do your best to unite. One day, all Sakaz, all compatriots, and all friends will be united. If you can't be invincible, then ensure that there is hope in every battle. Every time, in the end There will be victory!” Anger is burning Worm's blood, and it is also illuminating the memory contained deep in the blood. "I won't stop." "Then get past me first!" His stubbornness, his innocence, and the blood he shed constantly stimulated Bozhuo Kasti's memory. Bloodline... Wendigo's bloodline... Sakaz's bloodline... The ideal…the ideal of the Wendigo…the ideal of the Sakaz… He has destroyed once, lost once... He cannot lose again, must destroy... The heavy halberd and the spear collided together. It was not only a struggle between their weapons, but also a struggle between their beliefs. "collapse--!" A piece of Originium crystal was blasted to pieces, but no blood flowed from the Wendigo's wound. Only the molten iron from his armor burned off the cloth. "Mr. Patriot!" "dad!"
"Captain!" The Wendigo was traumatized. How could a Wendigo be traumatized?How could he be hurt? ! "Warm!" "Your Highness!" The heavy halberd was broken, but it had already penetrated into the Balrog's body. "Bodrokasti, you can't stop me." Worm held the heavy halberd on his chest, and the flames expanded and burned again! The molten metal fell to the ground, forming a low wall on the dirt. "We will set off." The flames filled the broken bone gaps, and as Worm passed the silent Wendigo, the symbol of the Balrog began to fade, his rage appeased, and his way forward opened. "Stop...you still need to learn." Once again, failed... Bodrokasti couldn't help but wonder if he was really old... My own ideas, my own persistence, my own understanding... are not as firm as... a child? "study?" "Becoming a king cannot be achieved by walking. Even if you can travel all over Terra, gather countless followers, and become famous, becoming a hero and becoming a king are two completely different paths." He once led the Wendigo Court to roam Terra, but in the end, he was still not the real Wendigo King. "Stay until you learn...the basics of being a king." Has the Wendigo served two kings, or three? His experience, his memories, and his experiences are all valuable these are equally precious to the Demon King without the Black Crown. "...You won't stop me?" The flames around Worm gradually faded, revealing his original body. "...not now." The child in front of me is so young, like a small tree that has just revealed its branches, but his faith is already as firmly entangled in the earth as the roots of a century-old tree. As soon as his appearance caught his eye, the memories of the Wendigo kept coming back. Everything he did and everything he said was so similar... Growazel...
His innocent, His sinless child... Bodrokas took off his cloak, squatted down and put it on Worm, whose body was exposed to the wind, snow and cold. "Before we talk, we need to evacuate this place." This place has been discovered by Ursus' infected pickets and must be evacuated as soon as possible. Their battle didn't last long, and there was still enough time to evacuate. "...Okay. We'll help." Worm looked at Sakaz and his friends who were surrounding him, and a little emotion emerged, making him smile. "Worm! You scared me to death!" The little devil took the lead, squeezing through many Sakaz, and even stepped on the feet of a few of the devil's guards, and was the first to pounce on her little devil. "Just asking a few questions...I'm sorry, W, everyone...for making you worry." A bit of cool liquid wet her ears... Dabuliu's mood was full of fear and horror... She was frightened. Worm hugged her and was overwhelmed by the crowd. "Stop squeezing! *Sarkaz swears*! Get the clothes first! Damn it! Stop squeezing Worm!" The little devil's scolding with a trill sounded from the crowd, followed by a burst of light laughter. 87. Worm became an infected person? While the camp was being relocated, Worm changed clothes in a simply built tent. Dabuliu had long considered that Worm's clothes would be damaged due to Worm's participation in the battle, so she bought three sets of winter clothes that Worm looked good he spent a lot of money, when he thought about seeing the beautiful little devil, the little devil no longer felt sorry for his wallet. Although he had extra clothes, he never thought about the possibility that Worm might get injured. After all, even the halo man with terrifying firepower and the ammunition of the Rutland Gun Cavalry couldn't break Worm's skin at all. How could other conventional methods hurt Worm? But this time, Worm was not only injured, but the wounds left behind were not ordinary wounds. "..." After the people gathered in the tent saw clearly the tiny black crystals on the little devil's chest, the atmosphere that could have been described as light instantly fell into silence. Grief, despair, anger... The Originium crystal, the Originium crystal that shattered from the Wendigo, was embedded in Worm's skin like gravel, carved into his flesh and was an evil thing that even the flames of the Balrog could not stop. This means... "Fuck! You old f**king Wendigo!!!" Worm could clearly see the little devil's eyes turning blood red. "You beat me when you meet me, and you say those stupid things! If you want to die, just die! You look down on Worm... you look down on us... but why the hell do you... why do you... Worm has also become this stupid infected person!"
"If you open your mouth, you'll be fucked by the late Emperor Ursus, if you open your mouth, you'll be fucked with the army... I've long wanted to curse..." "You look down on Worm's ideals. Why the hell do you look down on Worm's ideals! What do you mean about the stubborn emperor? He has a whole fucking Ursus, his ancestors are the foundation for him, and you are He’s talking about an army, and there’s a Wendigo like you working for him!” "Where's Worm... What's there in Worm... Is it the Kazdale with only a few broken bricks or the Tower of Babel with a few cranes left... In the past, Her Highness Theresia used to protect her? Worm... Her Highness Theresia is dead... Worm has nothing left... Do you know how uncomfortable it is to watch Worm walking alone in the wilderness... that kind of loneliness!" "Let me go! Worm, let me go... I have to, I have to... the bloody Wendigo!" The little devil was almost crazy, scolding the silent Wendigo loudly.