Chapter 189 (1/2)

”Who are you?”

Asked the cold, emotionless female voice with a touch of hate.

A beautiful and lovely golden elf with tassel blond hair and about the age of 14 or 15 emerged from the darkness.

All words in the world are difficult to describe her beauty and nobility.

She is Lulutia windwalker, the last golden elf. Because she is a friend of the man of God, she is not purified at the price of paying all the memory and feelings about that man.

The black robed fat Lich replied, ”I am...”

The hoarse and mechanized voice of cold ice sounded in everyone's heart.

After a long silence.

Black robed humanity: ”I abandoned my name, real name, history, past, present, future, magic and everything in the crevice of time before I could successfully appear in front of you. It is meaningless for you to ask my name, elf. Even if you want revenge, I no longer exist in the next Planck time.

Completely disappear from this world, even an atom and a nucleus no longer exist.

Even if I divided my life box into 160 million copies and stored them in the ubiquitous nuclear, it was meaningless in front of the mage's anger.

Only when I abandon everything can I appear in front of you. ”

The trembling sight of the black robed fat Lich looked at all the humanity present: ”I swear, what I said is true, there is no false, everything is inevitable, what has happened.

I remember that day, in the summer of 1385, in your father, the great being, [man of God] Before plotting to exterminate the alien, the God butcher invited all famous mages of mankind to witness his legendary great cause. He cast spells and showed the magic spell. He calculated rose and the elf God lebilas innoray. After his majesty demonstrated his strength to us, he said his dream, the dream of mankind.

I still can't forget his crazy declaration at that time

[great victory may not happen in our life. Even after the plan, we will not be able to return to this land for a long time.

However, every minute, every second, every pay, every sacrifice and every step of our struggle are approaching this goal and moving forward unswervingly.

At the moment that will come, we plan to play the final chapter.

We will gain great authority! Complete the prelude to the evening in the sky.

Now we must tear apart the prison built by the gods in our hearts and replace it with two towers of infinite spiral.

Our race has stopped evolution for too long. Without evolution, we lose our strongest power.

Our race has stopped evolution for too long. Without evolution, we would be doomed.

Our primates are kept in this tiny land by gods and compete for living space with endless aliens.

For three thousand years and thirty centuries, we have endured it silently.

Sometimes the civilization of our race germinates briefly in the sun, and more often survives in crisis.

We all know that the prosperity of mankind is just an illusion.

Just stupid people who forget their past glory are intoxicated with themselves.

Since our ancestors came to this world, for countless centuries, we have fought, fought and died, spilling the enemy's blood and our own blood all over the battlefield and the planet.

Our ancestors constantly sacrificed themselves so that our blood can continue in this cruel world of thousands of points.

But the crisis never subsided. The short peace made the stupid forget the past crisis, forget our real identity, and complacently think that the Terran is the strong.

But the truth is.

We are the weak, as we are now, as we were in the past. Yes, nothing has changed.

To say why, the essence of our weapons lies in the weak to sad weakness!

We can only feed monsters with the number of groups to maintain the continuation of civilization.

How sad it is that our people live in the world as pigs, sheep, dogs and livestock.

I emphasize again that we are weak!

We pledge to live as the weak, struggle and fight like the weak, and then struggle to destroy the strong in the way of the weak!

Just like in the past, it will be implemented in the future!

Admit it, human beings are the weakest race. They have no long life span, no natural magic, no Orc power, no sharp claws and teeth.

It is because we are born with nothing that we can control all the weakest race!

I don't know when, everything our ancestors sacrificed for was ruthlessly trampled by things in the sky.

We live in the thought of God. One day, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Feilin magic Kui will make a comeback.

I've had enough of Ambo's bitch getting angry and swallowing my fleet with the waves.