I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 153 This can be considered a great day

Extinguish these unbearable flames that should not burn!

Just use their blood, use their blood that cannot be burned to produce value and can only be squandered!

'Hmm~ Throwing the snare, it's too late to grab the weapon, right? '

That's really troublesome. He can't even put up a decent resistance, which will make Mr. feel that the exam is not difficult enough.

Therefore, we have to make the scene bigger.

After careful selection, the excess blood can also create a lot of fog, and these fogs... seem to be able to do more things?

At least, can he be the only one to perform on this stage?

In the mist, Charles and his hands released their desire for killing.

However, it was somewhat different from the pair of dark hands that existed only for killing and were entrusted with unknown impurity and immortality. Due to certain considerations, Charles did not indulge in killing.

After a brief period of frenzied killing, the boy began to calm down, whether it was crossing the gap in the spear hook net, crushing the next head with the hand that was satisfied with killing, or starting to let his body welcome the long-awaited reinforcement. hour.

Amidst the joyous laughter, the participants in the battle were no longer just two parties, but gradually divided into more.

What a strong, fresh breath.

Whether it is for yourself or for the active fire of life around you.

Yes, he does crave killing. That kind of thing he always wanted to try after he became sensible, but under the training of the instructor, he could only bury it deeply in his heart and turn it into something that was placed on the short sword.

And more, the noble fighting spirit and the power to climb forward belong to the gloved hands.

Although their desire was somewhat insignificant compared to the source of the sharp laughter, in the blood-red color that gradually blurred everything, they could not help but look at the... life closest to them.

This definition completely disappeared in an instant, leaving only those killers who indulged in their physical strength for their inner desires.

Anyway, we are here to destroy something.

If you destroy it, it will definitely be fun, right?

At this moment, after taking a few breaths, the person in the blood mist began to feel a little more manic in addition to fear.

Without instructions from the steward of the Gilded Building, there was only a voice calling that stirred their desire.

"Move quickly!"

But now he desires something else more, such as...

With the promise of the Dark Judge, desire turned into action, desire condoned killing, and the gradually spreading blood mist truly became the cloak of the king of the lower city.

The desire to kill is rising, but it is only limited to the hand that is extremely loyal to its master and the creator who sent him.

From two to four, from four to eight, from eight to...

A thug from the Gilded Building?

How about this?

"what are you waiting for?"

Charles, something has changed again.

"I give you permission to do what you want to do!"

Because Charles has not forgotten what he really wants to do.

These people inflict destruction without reservation and impartially.

"But I won't join."

Under the fervent urging of the dark side master, the creator of everything, the bloody master, appeared more calm.

Charles' lust for blood has manifested itself, stirring up a whole new storm. It also means that the storms that sweep through the lower city, even the entire Eris, and even more islands and continents, are no longer the only ones that come from the ocean.

In addition to blue, there is also blood red!

What a supreme honor, he didn't even need to worry about anything, the favored minister in his hand could do everything for him. All he needs to do is stand there quietly and wait for the crown to be crowned.

"But I won't join."

Not even a moment of hesitation, not even a moment of change.

Charles was still so resolute, silently looking at his favorite... no, it was him who created everything. This was indeed everything he had made, and his heart was rejoicing for it.

But seriously, he doesn't seem to care anymore.

No, it wasn't that he didn't like it - it was that he had crossed certain thresholds.

Judge of Darkness is a good title, but the bearer of the title... seems to have become a favorite.

But the beloved master seems to have something better.

'If fate could communicate, what should you be called now to make it more fitting? '

Zhang Xing couldn't help but touched his chin and looked at Charles who was stepping forward in the blood mist.

The clear vision brought about by his extraordinary perception and Charles's certain state of mind was the boy's high-spirited attitude when he was like Moses parting the sea, slicing through the frenzied killers.

It was displayed in front of Zhang Xing without any reservation, making him unable to help but think.

'Although there are only three differences in ratings, it seems that the gap between different levels is really big. No wonder even Baige is only at reef level. '

He finally knew what the pillar-level people were capable of.

'Then there should be a lot of surprises you can give me, right? '

He touched the vase on his neck and felt the mercury rolling inside, hitting the black water on the bottle. Zhang Xing couldn't help but look forward to what surprises this black water, which seemed to have no serious purpose, would give him when he found more materials.

But before that, he still had to find out how far the kid who had been changed a lot by him could achieve it.

Well, it should be the best it can be.

After all, his performance... seems to have exceeded his expectations.

What can be seen now is not how far Charles can achieve it.

It's a matter of how far he will go and... how exactly he will do it.

Having completely escaped the fate of the Judge of Darkness - at least if some impossible accidents don't happen, then this kid will definitely continue on his current path.

But life is bound to encounter accidents, so... well, Charles, who has most likely escaped the fate of the Dark Judge, is now taking a new sense of joy and separation from the murderers who fell into fanaticism with the permission of his favored ministers.

Charles still likes the wonderful thing of killing, but killing is no longer his main theme, but has become his accompaniment.

An accompaniment to everything he did.

"I guess you must like it very much~~"

The favored minister is laughing, and the new person... who may only need to be called the judge is having a wider and calmer heart.

He is not the judge of darkness, nor is he the judge of wind, rain, and strange things.

Just a judge.

What can he decide?

life?

glory?

or--

everything?

The boy who was no longer obsessed with killing took steps to become mature and stood in front of Mariel.

The long-accepted death began to feel uncomfortable. The noble Gilded Tower steward never thought that he would see such a strange awakened person.

Wasn't this kid fainted from exhaustion before?

How the hell could an awakened person progress at a time like this? !

This is nothing more than an orphan from a shantytown that she can only treat as a commodity!

"You...what exactly are you?"

He is simply not human!

(End of this chapter)