Chapter 49: The seal from the stars, the cage without light

"I remember that the Titans were born from Runeland. How come they are above the heavens?"

"They have already colonized the universe and become extraterrestrial beings, so their status and position are naturally noble."

"I don't understand. If you're afraid that you can't defeat the Darkin, why would you only send down a wisp of Star Soul? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

"The Twilight Star Spirit is really smart. He actually thought of sending an undercover agent to rebel, and then set a trap to capture all the darkborn lords."

"I just don't know if the protagonist Aatrox is among those nine Darkspawn."

"Probably not, otherwise how to write the subsequent story?"

"To destroy the dark lord, Ta'anari sacrificed himself."

"But what he never expected was..."

"At the last moment."

"Maisa actually betrayed him."

The white flames raged on Tayanali's flesh, and the licking of the flames brought intense pain, as if his whole body was pierced by ice needles.

The light mercilessly obscured his vision, leaving behind a blinding blank. Then, darkness surged in like a tide, surrounding him tightly.

He swallowed hard, the movement feeling like gravel rubbing against his throat.

The last bit of strength left his body, and he fell powerlessly to the ground of the amphitheater.

I heard more screams and fighting sounds from mortals. They seemed to know nothing about the disputes among the gods.

Tayanali floated in the darkness, lost in memories of the good old days.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, the sound of heavy boots stepping on broken glass.

He smelled mortal flesh, mingled with sweat and decay.

"Idrimi?" his voice was hoarse. "Is that you? Please, help me, I feel. I feel like I'm human again. I. I feel like I'm human again."

"Indeed you are." The voice sounded like it was on the verge of bursting out in laughter.

"Maisa?" Tayanali asked softly, "Are they all dead?"

"No. The trouble is, the other gods who are hiding in the shadows, the ones who don't show up, they will be more defensive."

Tayanali panted and said, "You must deal with them and completely eliminate the source of this dispute."

"Believe me, what we have done here has foreshadowed the destruction and end of your race."

There was a hint of joy in Tayanali's voice. "So we succeeded? We brought peace!"

Maisha laughed. "Peace? Oh, no - the world will never understand peace. It's useless."

Tayanali was completely confused.

He struggled to stand up, but was stopped by a powerful force.

Someone prodded him in the chest with the blunt end of a spear and pushed him back to the ground.

"No, just lie there and don't move." Maisha said softly.

“Please, help me up,” Tayanali begged. “I told you, I’m a human now.”

"I heard it." Maisha's voice was full of sarcasm and disdain. "Do you think that becoming a human can wash away your sins? Can you make those whose lives you ended forgive the blood feud you created?"

She walked forward and squatted in front of him. "Tell me, Tayanali, how many atrocities does it take for your dry conscience to awaken and finally decide to make a change?"

"I don't understand." Tayanali's eyes were full of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Maisha sneered and then pulled out the Charikol from the ground.

"What I'm saying is, Tayanali, you deserve to die. Your very existence is a sin."

"Some of you are not that bad. But I estimate that most of you were damaged in the war against the void. It's a miracle that you can survive this long."

"Perhaps you and your race were a mistake in the beginning, but I can help you correct this mistake."

Even though he had lost his eyes, Tayanali could still feel a cold edge rushing straight to his heart.

It seemed like the power of Charikole was hovering above.

Although his body was withered and exhausted, he responded to the pain of the blade cutting into his chest with a high-pitched scream.

Mai Yisha whispered in his ear:
"The power flowing through this weapon can shake every one of you gods."

"Tayanali, now it knows everything about your kind, and I will bring this power of fire to mortals."

As she spoke, her hands penetrated his chest like ghosts.

Tayanali felt his heart being cut out in cold blood, cruelly pulled out from between his ribs.
But even so.

He is still alive.

At least, lived for a few brief moments.

She took out Tayanali's heart and handed it to the mortal female warrior next to her:

"Idrimi, take this and the Charikor back to your weaponsmith."

"We need to find another way to deal with the rest"

Maisha paused.

"Wait, what's that word?"

She snapped her fingers. "Oh, yes! I remember now."

Then she started laughing.

"Darkspawn."

Finish watching this episode.

The audience subconsciously shrank their necks, feeling a creepy feeling.

They should say everyone.

Everyone was frightened by Mai Yisha's final cruel method.

"Shit, I suddenly feel like the Star Spirits aren't that kind, maybe even a little scary."

"I'm scared! Aren't they supposed to be the embodiment of justice and peace? How can they be so cold and cruel, even though they are the hateful Darkin?"

"Another old six!"

"The world is treacherous, Tayanali. You certainly didn't expect that you would be fooled by a maid named Maisha."

"Wrong, it should be said that I was fooled by the Twilight Star Spirit."

"He was sold out and still had to count money for others. His fellow Darkin were badly cheated by him."

"Let's guess who will be the next unlucky person?"

"The news of Narimaj soon reached the ears of other darkborn lords."

"Mortals colluded with the Protoss to brutally kill former Ascendants."

"then."

"In order to resist the threat from the Protoss, the other Darkin gathered together again."

On the edge of the desert ruins, under the dark clouds.

Aatrox stood on the front high ground holding the Darkin Blade, his eyes burning with rage.

Behind him, a dozen of the Darkin men lined up quietly, their eyes filled with desire for blood and killing.

The tens of thousands of soldiers under his command were like a torrent of steel, ready for battle. They came from various mortal empires and cities he had conquered.

There are emperors, princes, princesses, generals, and common people.
The darkin army was like the silence before dawn, waiting for the coming storm.

In the distance, the sound of war drums could be heard.

The human army, led by the war protoss, rushed over like a surging tide.

Soon, they started fighting with other dark lord armies on the front battlefield.

These mortals, who were as weak as ants, now had an unyielding light in their eyes.

Aatrox sees everything.

Only they fought bravely and fought bloody battles with the help of the Protoss.

Even though rivers of blood had flowed and corpses had piled up like mountains, they still charged forward relentlessly, without fear of death and without flinching.

They attacked the Darkin indiscriminately, including himself.

Just because they have blood polluted by the void flowing in their bodies, they are aliens who should not exist on this earth.

The rage in Aatrox's eyes grew.

because--

He had sworn to protect this land with his life, but now there is no place for him to stay.

This feeling of betrayal filled his heart with endless resentment and pain.

He had never been afraid of the smoke of war. At this moment, his fighting skills had reached perfection and his strength was so strong that he was almost invincible.

So he rushed to the battlefield.

Like a dark red storm, every time the Darkin swung his sharp blade, the ground cracked and the wind howled. In an instant, countless lives were tragically killed in the aftermath of the shock.

Facing the attack from the War Protoss and the human army, he was unstoppable, maneuvering freely and invincibly, making them terrified. "The sharp blade and the spear collided fiercely, and under the interweaving of light and shadow, Aatrox shook the War Protoss out of the battlefield."

"He thought that this battle would end with a great victory for the Darkin Army."

"But he was wrong."

"At the critical moment, the Twilight Star Spirit who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly took action."

"He fell into a trap."

A gravitational pull more powerful than that of a thousand dead stars emerged from nowhere.

His body was destroyed in an instant, and his soul was forcibly dragged into the giant sword that had accompanied him in countless battles.

"It's you again, Twilight Star Spirit!!"

"I think it's better to call him Papaya Star Spirit (covering his mouth and laughing)."

"No wonder they said he turned into a giant sword. It turned out to be the work of the Protoss."

"The body was destroyed and the spirit was sucked in. Should we say it was our own fault? Or did we deserve it?"

"Is there a difference?"

"It's really sad that the former Arbitration Paladin, the war hero of Shurima, has become so broken."

"Another protagonist who has turned evil like Viego. Can you please write a more positive story?"

"Brothers, this is not Aatrox's fault. It's all Icathia and the Void's fault."

"That's it."

"When the battlefield situation was critical, the Twilight Astral Spirit showed up in time."

"She used a trap she had set in advance to imprison Aatrox, the most powerful darkin lord, in his weapon."

"At the same time, this imprisonment spell was also taught to humans."

"So, with her and the War Protoss' powerful collaboration, the situation of the war was completely reversed."

"The dark lord Aatrox is sealed in the greatsword."

"The Dark Lord Rhaast is sealed in the scythe."

"The dark lord Varus is sealed in the longbow."

"."

"At this point, all the Darkspawn have been wiped out and sealed away."

"The humans who were enslaved by the Darkin were liberated, and peace returned to the world."

"The era of darkin rule ends here."

"Huh? Is this the end of the story?"

Seeing this, Liu Ciping exclaimed in surprise, because he saw Su Xinghe stopped writing.

"Maybe I'm tired of writing and want to take a break." Chen Kaige explained, "I've been writing non-stop since this morning. I guess my brain is consuming too much energy and I need to take a break."

"Okay, back to the story itself, the theme of this round is 'Light and Darkness'."

"From my perspective, in his story, the Protoss and humans represent 'light', while the Void and the Darkin represent 'darkness'."

“Is this interpretation okay?”

After listening to Liu Ciping's opinion, Chen Kaige touched his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, "I think the explanation makes sense."

"But." He frowned again, "Mr. Jin just gave me a hint. I think there may be another interpretation."

"what?"

"Is it possible that the light represents the god Aatrox, and the darkness represents the darkborn Aatrox?"

After hearing this, Liu Ciping was stunned.

It seems that this is really possible!
After thinking for a while, he suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "This kid's brain circuit is really unique, he almost fooled me."

"Hahaha, Liu was confused. He thought Su Dada was on the first floor, but he didn't expect him to be in the atmosphere."

"Damn, if Director Chen hadn't reminded me, I would have thought so too."

"What Director Chen said makes sense. Otherwise, why would Su Dada write about the protagonist? He could just write about the group portrait."

While everyone was arguing about the presentation of the topic, Su Xinghe had already taken a break.

He just went to the lounge to eat something and replenish his energy.

He returned to his seat and sat down, thinking for a moment before continuing to write.

【V. Darkness】

"This giant sword is like a prison, imprisoning endless darkness and despair."

"Aatrox is trapped in this closed and dark prison, cut off from the outside world."

"There is no sunshine, no temperature fluctuations, and no breath of life."

"It is impossible to distinguish the transition between day and night, and even time and space are distorted."

"His consciousness was ruthlessly sealed in this airtight eternal darkness, even depriving him of the ability to end his own life."

"He became a forgotten lonely star, experiencing the most empty torment between life and death."

"What awaits him is only endless darkness and dead silence."

"Gradually, like all the darkspawn sealed in weapons, they were abandoned by the world and forgotten."

"Even in Shurima times, there were guardians who knew of their existence."

"They are also unable to escape the erosion of time, and gradually forget their former glory, and forget the darkness and terror they once brought."

"And so, in the long night, he was tugged at by this hellish fetter for hundreds of years."

"His hatred and resentment continued to accumulate in his heart, and his hatred for the world burned like a raging fire."

"How miserable!"

"My consciousness is forever imprisoned in endless darkness. I can't imagine how torturous it is."

"It's like putting you in a coffin and burying you underground, and then you can't die and stay in there for hundreds of years."

“I’m going to go crazy.”

"Damn, Director Chen really guessed it right. Aatrox, who is about to turn evil, is the true meaning of 'darkness'."

"Will he finally escape? After being suppressed for so long, I guess he is bound to turn evil."

"feel a little scared."

"Until one day."

"A foolish nobody has once again grabbed the greatsword."

"Aatrox has resurrected!"

on the screen.

In the chaos and darkness, a huge blood-red sword forgotten by time was lying quietly on a desolate land.

Sudden.

A mortal refugee accidentally stumbled into this forgotten land. Driven by curiosity, he used all his strength to pick up the giant sword.

However, the next second.

Darkness falls and blood fills the air.

Aatrox, the once powerful Darkin, felt the movement of the greatsword and became aware of this weak presence.

So he seized the opportunity and forcibly injected his will into this mortal body.

The mortal's soul shattered, and Aatrox's will instantly replaced him.

Aatrox violently reshaped his original body in his own image.

His life was taken away from him, and he gradually became violent, and then turned into a burly monster with horns on his head.

Aatrox has resurrected!!

He held a huge blood-red sword in his hand, his eyes flashed with bloodthirstiness and murderousness, and his face looked ferocious and terrifying.

Then, a roar filled with anger and hatred came out of his mouth, echoing in the desolate and dark land.

The voice was full of violence and evil, as if it came from the deepest part of dark hell.

[I was framed by a trick and became a filthy slave trapped in an endless life. 】

[I will become a beast that devours destruction, and let them commemorate my evil birth with a dirge.]

[I will tear off their limbs, I will harvest their loved ones, I will strip them of their will to live.]

「Yes, this──」

[That is my goal.]

[Listen, the extinct, dead silence!!]

(End of this chapter)