This feeling was not unfamiliar to Fangzheng.
The bone-chilling cold flowed through the blood vessels all over his body all the way to the depths of his soul. The pain it brought made him feel as if he was being burned. The darkness in his heart began to surge and emerge, as if someone had thrown a bomb into a burning fire of passion, only waiting for the right time to explode …
This was the power of the abyss, the dark side of human nature, the power of the soul of darkness.
Sure enough, burning him was the right choice.
While enduring the erosion of this power, Fangzheng secretly rejoiced in the depths of his heart. The abyss, darkness, evil, these were things that existed in every world. Where there was light, there was darkness. This was why he chose to preserve the Abyssal Flame. Fangzheng did not intend to be a saint. There were two sides to everything. In front of children like Chui and Xia Shi, he would of course show his gentle and calm side. He would also tell bedtime stories to the four children, or go to a coffee shop to drink a cup of coffee made by Hina.
But on the other hand, when he encountered an enemy, he would mercilessly kill them. Once he confirmed that the other party posed a threat to him, Fangzheng's first reaction was to kill the other party, to root out the threat, to cut the weeds by the roots.
Just like in Shana's world, Fangzheng thought Shana was a good girl, but he hated the maid, so Fangzheng used the power of a prophet to give her a choice. Her death made Shana very sad, but it did not hurt Fangzheng at all, because he did not like that woman, and he would not feel any guilt because of it.
Of course, he would not let Shana know about this. After all, strictly speaking, Fangzheng did not do anything except change the direction of the journey.
People were human because they were kind and evil, smart and stupid. If you abandoned the other side because you wanted one side, then you were no longer human.
Since that was the case, then I have to accept everything.
The evil of human nature.
Fangzheng closed his eyes. Soon, the Soul Sacrificial Ground appeared in front of him again, and there, the fireproof woman was already ready.
"Lady Ashes."
"I know. Leave the rest to me."
"Alright."
Hearing Fangzheng's answer, the firewoman retreated, while Fangzheng walked to the front of the altar. He looked at the Fire of the Soul in the middle of the altar, reached out his hand, and placed it into the Fire of the Soul, gripping it tightly.
In the next moment, everything around them began to flip.
The originally warm, orange-red flame instantly turned into a greenish-white, ice-cold flame. The once magnificent sacrificial grounds had also turned into a pile of ruins. Unlike the well-organized sacrificial grounds that were burning with the Fire of Magic, the Fire of Life, and the Fire of Order, the ruins here were in utter chaos. There wasn't even a proper altar, only a huge bonfire burning on the spot.
"…"
Fangzheng's clenched right hand began to tremble. Following his movement, the darkness in the shadows of the ruins began to flow, slowly approaching the bonfire.
This was the Soul Sacrificial Ground that he created with the Abyssal Flame.
When Fangzheng realized that the Soul Fire would absorb the essence of the soul when burning firewood, he thought of this solution. After all, it was better to let it flow than to block it. It wasn't advisable to blindly exclude the dark energy outside. To make an analogy, in Fangzheng's point of view, it was like planting a vaccine for himself, cultivating the dark soul of the abyss to produce resistance to similar powers.
Not only that …
"It's here."
Looking at the dark water that flowed towards the Abyssal Flame, Fangzheng's lips curled into a smile. As the saying goes, like attracts like. No matter which world it came from, no matter if it was called Human Evil or Dark Soul, its essence was the same. Therefore, after entering his body, it would seek resonance and fuse with the existence that was similar to its own nature. And this was the other purpose of Fangzheng's Abyssal Flame.
A trap.
Using the resonance of the dark energy of Chaos to attract them together, then slowly capture them all in one fell swoop.
But not now.
When Fangzheng opened his eyes again, the flames had dissipated.
This was not a suitable place to slowly "grind" the evil of human nature. This was the enemy's battlefield, and there were other servants ….
Thinking of this, Fangzheng turned his head and glanced at Atalanta not far away.
The slender, beautiful huntress. Although her hair was not carefully styled, with her sharp eyes and beautiful face, she had a kind of wild beauty. He wanted to ravage her, press her under his body, tame this beast, and let her degenerate from an arrogant lioness to an obedient bitch ….
The erosion of the abyss had begun.
Forcibly suppressing the fire of desire in his heart, Fangzheng raised his sword and slashed it at the wall in front of him. The sword flashed, and the thick wall was easily cut open like tofu. The whistling cold wind emerged from the cut. Then, Fangzheng rushed out of the gap, jumped into the sky outside, and rushed down.
"What's wrong with that guy?"
Watching Fangzheng leave, Atalanta frowned and muttered. Although she didn't know what the other party was thinking, the last look the other party gave her clearly showed a warning, "Don't follow me, or you'll have to bear the consequences." This made Atalanta, as a hero, quite unhappy.
Not only that, when she noticed the other party's eyes, Atalanta even felt a tremor and fear from the bottom of her heart, as if the person in front of her was not a human, but some kind of terrifying beast from the prehistoric era.
Although she should go back at this time, for some reason, the more the other party didn't want Atalanta to follow him, the more she wanted to follow him. As a servant, retreating in front of a human, whether in life or after death, was not something to be proud of for Atalanta.
As for the young priest … Atalanta never liked him, and with Lancer and Assassin there, there shouldn't be any problems. Then, let me go and see what kind of god this damned bastard is!
Thinking of this, Atalante also rushed to the front of the gap and jumped.
"Boom!!"
Fangzheng landed heavily on the ground, and the huge impact caused the ground to tremble. He raised his head and looked around. This seemed to be the depths of the forest, and he could vaguely see the shadow of the Thousand World Tree castle in the distance. It seemed like the Sky Fortress had left after snatching away the Great Holy Grail. But now … who the f * ck cares about that now!
Fangzheng shook his head, then closed his eyes. He raised his hands and held the black sword tightly in his hands. Soon, the flame of the abyss began to burn on the sword, like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing the evil power of human nature on the black sword.
For Fangzheng, this was a very delicate work. It was like cutting off the rough shell of a fruit with a knife, then gradually smashing the shell into firewood that was easier to burn, then throwing it into the fire. Because only in this way could he ensure that his Abyssal Flame could digest the poisonous firewood under control and transform it into powerful energy.
What is he doing?
Hiding in the shade in the distance, Atalanta watched the knight curiously. She thought that he would go somewhere, but when she found him, she found him holding a large sword and standing there motionlessly like an old monk in meditation.
"— —!"
Bright red flames suddenly erupted and enveloped the knight's body. As the flames subsided, the armour that covered the knight's body disappeared without a trace. In its place was a young man with black hair …. It's actually him?
After seeing the face clearly, Atalanta was shocked. Of course, she would not forget this man. When she was attacked that day, it was this man who cooperated with ASSASSIN to attack her and almost killed her.
And he's that knight? Are you kidding me?
But no matter what, I won't let go of this opportunity.
Thinking of this, Atalanta raised her longbow and aimed at the black-haired man with his eyes closed.
This is a gift in return. Go to hell!
While cursing in a low voice, Atalanta loosened her fingers.
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