"What do you want to do? Tenis? ”

In the dark world, Tenis quietly listened to her inner voice.

She could imagine the evil spirits haunting her, but when she opened her eyes, all she could see was darkness......

It was so silent, so pure darkness that there was nothing else.

Ordinary human beings will always feel a certain kind of despair flowing in this lonely darkness.

But Tenis wouldn't, she seemed so relaxed in the sheer darkness......

There are no restraints, no hostile and hateful eyes, this is her world......

"Tenies, you're going to destroy everything......"

But at this moment, the worried words of her friend came to her ears.

It had been her best friend, but Tenis had buried her herself—the innocent girl who had touched Tenys's hearts and souls, but ultimately failed to become the angel she longed for.

It's a terrible world: people are driven by lust to do evil, they are fearless, and they have no bottom line.

But on the other hand, it presents a falsehood that makes Tenis vomit:

Beneath the golden temples, the chants filled with gentleness, the world seemed to become gentle.

But falsehood is falsehood after all!

Tenyss turned her head, and in the darkness she seemed to see her friend's sad eyes.

And in an instant, the image full of a certain nostalgia disappeared.

A dangerous and crazy aura began to fill the air:

"It's time for me to kill you, like your mother with mad blood......"

Tenis looked at the hideous face that emerged from the darkness, and there was no fear on her face.

It was her father, the man who had brought her to purgatory......

Tenis's eyes were like heavy grinders, and it crushed the hideous face little by little!

And then, one by one, a wail full of hatred came from the abyss:

"Nope! Tenies! You have nowhere to run! ”

"Delusional desire to destroy the world? Ha, madman, come to hell! ”

"We're waiting for you down there, Tenis!"

"My dear apprentice, the venom you poured into the potion bottle is a little sticky, you can give yourself a better ......"

"Come on! Dear, we will meet in hell! ”

Ignoring the wails that kept pounding her soul, Tenies just sat there quietly.

Even with those wailing voices, some strange smile began to appear on her face.

Lonely?

No, there are too many things that can accompany you in the dark......

"Let everything usher in its final judgment!"

Tenis pulled out of the darkness a parchment full of some evil spell on it, on which some kind of spell of destruction shimmered dangerously and insanely......

"The End of the World...... Destroyer of the Plane...... With the mad end of the ...... ...... with the fallen spirit"

"Advent...... And then...... Destroy!! ”

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I'm a recorder and my name is Anthony Ray Dagan.

A lot of young guys don't really like me.

I can probably understand their thinking: everything is always full of flaws, but they want a title that is perfect and shows all their good qualities.

It's certainly a nice ...... Dream!

We have to know that there are some things that we can't help ourselves.

Just like the job I chose, in fact my dream was not to work.

But thinking about other ways to prolong life is too cumbersome, I have to continue in this industry.

Maybe someone will be able to take my place, but I hope that will be later.

After all, old things that want to stay alive always have something to take care of.

As I said before, I don't really like this position:

Those energetic young people always like to rampage through various planes, which makes me a little tired as an old man who dreams of being in a certain plane until he is destroyed.

And this time, I've been sent to define a new young legend – a legendary warrior monk?

In the Endless Void, the elk dragged Anthony Duggan's car......

Naturally, those evil, chaotic beings swarmed after the elk that seemed to be full of temptation, like moths attracted by light and fire.

However, they were never able to touch the delicious flesh, as if there was some invisible barrier between the elk and them.

Here are some of Anthony Ray Dagan's little delights:

Watching the creatures of chaos slaughter in vain is as pleasant as watching a donkey being hoisted by a turnip.

"Let's take a look at the qualifications of this young legendary warrior monk......"

Anthony Ray Dugan opened the thick book, which contained countless secrets.

He didn't like it, though, because picking it up meant that he couldn't let go of the non-death.

A book that is defined as knowing the mysteries of all beings is actually given to its bearer by some kind of calamity.

"Started on a plane of dead magic? A nice start to the legend ......"

"I'm starting to like this young warrior monk."

Anthony Ray Dugan tried to dig a bong out of his bag, and he liked this one - the shredded tobacco made from the Chain Demon was a little too spicy.

He never liked to hear anything else about the target before making a decision.

This is one of his greatest joys in this work: sketching out an image in the dark and absolutely unknown, bit by bit.

It is an addictive thing to quietly savor the hidden and legendary experiences of a legend.

Of course, there may be some dangers.

Especially for female legendary professionals, they don't like this kind of peeping.

"Epic bloodline abilities?"

"It's not that funny...... Why does a plane of death magic appear in such a bloodline? ”

"Special comprehensive version? No, even so, the nature of the Death Magic Network Plane would suppress the emergence of the Epic Bloodline......"

"It's starting to get interesting......

Anthony Dargan flipped through the book that was coveted by countless beings, and he wanted to give the young legendary warrior monk a proper legendary title.

It's a qualification, although there are a lot of legends who say they don't care about it.

"Outstanding combat effectiveness in the Extraordinary Period......"

"It's not unusual, an epic bloodline is enough for him to have the possibility of being crushing in a battle of the same level."

"Let's take a look at his experience on the road to legend......"

For a long time, Anthony Ray Dugan silently closed the book of mysteries.

He looked at the flickering smoking gun, and silently exhaled a puff of smoke with a spicy meaning:

"It's a spicy enough story, but it's a bit smoky......"

"The birth of another Plane Destroyer? It's not that much fun......"