Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

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Unlike the elven girl struggling in pain and confusion, the Imperial Envoy Kasm could clearly distinguish what was happening.

The sword spirit on top of the King\'s Tower, who looked like a "divine statue", had just slain the very person he had "met" with a few minutes ago.

Although this Imperial Envoy did not recognize the Wicked Demon Lordan, it was not hard to imagine the identity and status of someone who could make a deal with the "Sage". Moreover, the fact that Lordan had previously saved him from the hands of the Great Demon was enough to show his unfathomable strength.

As a result, even such a "big shot" could not escape death. Kasm now realized that he had probably been sold out by the "Sage", used as a pawn and drawn into a vortex of events far beyond his level.

Run!

Get away from this haunted place as soon as possible!

He now deeply regretted not listening to his butler\'s advice to bring more guards, even a few "Hunters" would have been better. At least he wouldn\'t be in such a miserable and dangerous situation now.

But this time, it seemed that the goddess of luck was on his side.

Kasm had only run a short distance under the cover of night when he discovered several familiar figures ahead, seemingly waiting for him for a long time, just to meet up with him.

Wait... aren\'t they my butler and my guards?

Great!

Thinking he had escaped with his life, Kasm was overjoyed and did not notice that his guards and butler all had a dazed expression, a bit absent-minded, and staggering as if they could not stand steadily. If it were daytime, perhaps one could see the tiny insects crawling on these people.

But the darkness of the night concealed many details. Kasm ran to the carriage, and just as he was about to order the butler to drive away and leave Ilinor immediately...

Ah!

Kasm nearly jumped in fright as he lifted the carriage curtain, because he saw that there was actually another person inside the carriage.

A... little girl he didn\'t know...

"Big brother... I\'ve been waiting for you for a long time," Eris, hugging a doll, said with some grievance in the carriage.

"Who, who are you!"

"If big brother asks my name... then next you\'ll have to... play with Eris. Hehe~"

Kasm did indeed quite like little girls.

After all, as an envoy, he had played with too many mature women like princesses, queens, and noble ladies.

Seeing Eris\'s fair skin and pretty face, plus her weak and sickly appearance, it really struck a chord with Kasm.

The envoy forcibly suppressed the urgency in his heart. His instincts told him that the little girl in front of him was very dangerous, so Kasm tried hard to squeeze out a smile on his face and said in a gentle big brother voice, as if coaxing a child:

"Little, little lady, you come down first. Big brother has something urgent to do. I\'ll play with you later, okay?"

"No,No,No, if I let you go, the King will be unhappy. Eris doesn\'t want to be disliked by the King, so big brother should come and play with Eris..."

If Kasm still couldn\'t see the problem with Eris at this point, he shouldn\'t be an envoy anymore.

The terrified Kasm turned his head to run, but before he knew it, the butler and guards had already staggered and surrounded the carriage.

"You, you guys!"

Under the moonlight, Kasm only now discovered that his servants\' eyeballs had turned white, and from their gaping mouths, they kept spitting out silt. The filthy smell made him dizzy, and he even saw some bugs starting to crawl up his clothes.

"Get lost!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

These strange scenes almost drove Kasm crazy, but soon he wouldn\'t have to worry about so much anymore.

Because... In the envoy\'s eyes, the sickly little girl\'s body was now rapidly expanding. Large chunks of rotten flesh began to fill Eris\'s belly, and her cute face was distorted into a butcher, oozing with pus, full of knife scars and stitching traces.

And the doll she was holding had now turned into a centipede, its wriggling limbs wrapping around him, its bloody mouth dripping with mucus, as if it was going to swallow him in one bite.

"Ugly monster... Ugly monster!! Get lost, get lost! Monster... AHHH SO UGLY, help, SOMEONE FUCKING HELPPPPPP..."

"AHHHHhhh..."

Eris ignored the screaming and struggling Kasm. Her seemingly ferocious face actually had a bit of grievance. She patted her centipede pet with the butcher knife in her hand, indicating that this one couldn\'t be eaten, at least not for now.

Afterward, she tore open her belly with one large and one small arm, stuffed the envoy inside like an object, and when she took him out again, he seemed to have been processed, becoming an extremely miserable human cocoon.

Inside the rotten flesh cocoon, Kasm was wrapped and bound so tightly that he couldn\'t even move a finger, and could only stare with terrified eyes.

After doing all this, Eris\'s body quickly shrank, and those bloated rotten flesh also shriveled up like a sponge. In the blink of an eye, she turned back into the sickly and cute little loli from the beginning.

Of course, the aggrieved and frustrated expression on her face was still there.

"Why did you call... Eris... an ugly monster..."

"Eris is not ugly... The King said... Eris is the cutest..."

No longer paying attention to Kasm in the flesh cocoon, Eris hopped and skipped like a little girl returning from mushroom picking, ready to go back to Eileen\'s side and reunite with everyone.

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At the same time, on the other side...

-King\'s Tower.

The radiant light ended.

In Konstantin\'s eyes, the overlapping figures of Reji and the former child of destiny also gradually separated with the disappearance of the holy sword, the fading of the barrier, and the dimming of the radiance.

The miracle he had hoped for did not happen.

Without the halo of the holy sword, the young man descending from the sky no longer had anything in common with the "Hero" of that year.

This had nothing to do with appearance. After all, they had been cursed, not only with the indescribable "traitor", but all appearances related to the child of destiny had also been eroded and blurred beyond recognition.

But while the "traitor" could erase their memories, he could not erase their perceptions.

If it were truly the Hero he was familiar with a thousand years ago, Konstantin believed that he would never forget the aura belonging to the great child of destiny, even after ten thousand years.

But now, the young man in front of him only gave him a sense of unfamiliarity.

It was not the impossible miracle he was familiar with and had hoped for.

Sigh...

Konstantin shook his head.

As a "ghost" from a thousand years ago, he should have understood long ago that the glory of the past was ultimately just a fleeting moment.

Just like departed friends who would never come back.

The top floor of the King\'s Tower was once again shrouded in the night, as if hinting to Konstantin that the night was still long, and the true "dawn" he longed for was still very far away.

But in any case... Konstantin\'s low spirits rose again, and new flames ignited in his dim eyes.

After all...

A new hero... was born!