The devil is dead. His fragments fell into the world and took root in the complex earthly soil.
He gave birth to endless desires in the snobbery of mankind's struggle for power and gain.
In the deepest yet inexpressible love, He awakened to the wisdom of universal love.
He cast the backbone that maintains the order of the earth in the eternal and eternal earth veins.
He awakened the forerunner of the worm, the wrist of authority, in the cold shallow sea remains of the former human Cold War.
Among the colorful and chaotic things, He silently picked out five heroes and called them the fingers of chaos.
In the bloodline of the struggle between the Gauls and the undead, He nourished the endless, heart-wrenching hatred and the shadow of living beings from generation to generation.
In the spark of prayer of Donghua Heman, He gave birth to the ghoul that unites all nations.
In the vast expanse of rice fields, the pastoral and the sincere faith, He is waiting for the Taoism that cares about the common people.
Amidst the endless yellow sand, the devouring desert and the frenzy of aggression, He is still gasping for breath to encroach on the territory.
In the Rhine Federation, which had risen to the top of the world for hundreds of years, He wrote the law that accelerated the gears of the times.
He wrote disorderly creations in the frozen ice of the north where the frozen soil and snow drifted thousands of miles away.
He multiplied the branches of contempt in the turbulent waves of the angry sea and the chaotic abyss of endless suffering and darkness.
In the red flame lava where giant dragons are flying and the fire is burning, He is beating an angry heartbeat in unison.
His will is still expanding, and His story continues to be written. He will not really die, because He established an immortal order, and the fate of this earth continues to this day.
Let's start with a boring knight novel...
