Hymn of Darkness

"How can you ants desecrate the glory of the Holy Kingdom?" Thorlan stared at the smoke and dust in the ruins that had not yet dissipated. The shadow of the twelve-winged sun god behind him suddenly spread its wings. Together with the man, the tip of the golden sword pointed directly at the figure who was slowly climbing up. Wu Xiu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, gently crushed the jade plaque in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Do you know the difference between you and me? You only have history and the present in your eyes, but what I shoulder is the hope and future of the entire dark world!" The last giant statue finally felt something. It stood up little by little from the ancient dust. Under the cold metal skeleton, the blood-red eyes and the heart under the metal feathers were rolling with incomparable heat. "Let's fight." Wu Xiu flicked his hands, and Helamir's fist sword popped out again. The giant statue also flapped its wings and roared towards the virtual image of the Sun God. "Brother." The history of jihad has been fixed since then.