In the remote southeastern continent, there is a rainforest called Viper, home to miniature tyrannosaurs and colorful lizards, as well as strange mutated creatures, a cannibal, and a group of explorers.
There is also a little known Bane Prince—Archibald.
What he does every day is to squat in the occupied ancient city and then get depressed.
In this season, the wet mist of the rainforest drifts in and out, slowly enveloping the area.
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Archibald just doesn't get it.
His one foot on the prostrate Cyclops' back, leaning against the stones of the ruins, watching his subordinate lick the ground while depressedly pondering something that troubles him.
The monster at his feet is a light blue hulking demon with a huge one-eyed and muscular body and long arms and short legs like an ape, called Aziz Leechbeast. There is another dark purple Aziz Slayer, but there is no difference between them except for the color.
The Cyclops are all grave goods turned into monsters, in ancient times they were cast to guard the tomb and resist grave robbers. Archibald came here to mature the spell, using the modified spell seal to gain control.
Now he holds a pile of dirty gold cutlery in his hands and lazily shoots them out one by one.
The golden knives and forks swirled in the sunlight, reflecting the light like butterfly wings, twisting and swelling as they plunged into the ground, forming soft humanoid flesh, writhing like embryos.
After some time, these meatballs can grow into Cyclops, even if there is not enough time to let them mature on the spot, there is no problem as long as the spell is slightly adjusted.
The Aziz Leechbeast, which had been stepped on by the Bane Prince, lifted one eye and blinked wetly, looking innocently at its catalyst and master with a look of infinite pity and... shyness... in its large eyes.
The message in its wet eyes was that it had completed its task.
Even though he knew it was like a puppy wagging its tail and begging for mercy, Archibald couldn't help but give it a merciless poke.
"Gahs—"
The Aziz Leechbeast covered its large one-eyed wail and quickly swallowed it back.
Although these ancient Cyclops are very powerful and easy to make, their only drawback is that they have an inexplicable obsession and worship of Bane Prince, which often makes Archibald sick.
"No more of that walking lily look, just stick your thumb out next time." Archibald kicked the back of Aziz Leechbeast's hand with his feet and instructed in an unpleasant manner.
"The thumb is the last finger counting from the outermost part of the palm, yes, that one."
The Aziz Leechbeast blinked its big eyes and gave its thumb a little twist to show that it had done its job!
Then came a violent kick from Bane Prince.
"We're not done yet! Go wash the corridor!"
The Aziz Leechbeast moved its short legs towards the corridor, where several working Aziz Slayers and Aziz Leechbeasts were already lying on the ground. The Cyclops licking the ground, while the Spikers were floating around with their chains.
There is a vague golden light in the ground turned over by the chains. With the passage of time and land, the burial goods have left the original tomb and scattered all over the ancient city. The monsters gathered the unearthed items to Archibald's side.
This lost city of gold is still beautiful and gorgeous, the sun shines on the carvings of the ancient civilization, emitting an ancient navy blue color, several pyramids in the center of the ancient city, the front has a row of stairs that seem to lead to the sky, large or small stone sculptures of human faces hidden in every corner, with strange and bizarre expressions.
Perfect scenery, perfect monsters, perfect progress...
The only thing that is not perfect is something.
If he want to solve this problem, usually Archibald just need to station more monsters, but the source of the problem itself is that no matter how many monsters he stationed, the army can not be full...
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He got fucked up with a goddamn Eternal Guardian.
Just as an apple will fall if it is detached, and people will die if they do not breathe. From the first day he met this Eternal Guardian, Archibald's life fell into the asscracks of the gods.
This Eternal Guardian appears from time to time, and when he comes, he beats up a bunch of Cyclops and the tamed Spikers that Archibald has worked so hard to catalyze (they are the most painful for Archibald because there is no way to make them), sweeps the whole ancient city of Aziz, and leaves with a full load... ...
The ancient city of Aziz is in a state of heavy losses because of this Eternal Guardian, and the monsters are forced by their master to wash the ground every day, and Bane Prince himself is like a berserk Peeper.
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"You ugly monsters are the most evil monsters I've worked so hard to choose! but you can't beat this Eternal Guardian who keeps robbing us! Go lick the ground and don't leave any of his scent behind!"
Bane Prince struck his staff and shouted, "I hate him the most of all the Eternal Guardians in the world!" Although he had never actually met other Eternal Guardians.
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Whenever the Eternal Guardians leave, the Bane Prince continues to relentlessly create new monsters, trying to get out of the Aziz in time before that Eternal Guardian returns, but each time he falls just a little bit short...
Archibald was leaning against the stones of the ruins, pondering his problem, trying to come up with an answer or a solution, when several Spikers flew in from outside the Aziz Ancient City.
They jumped up and down at high speed, ramming into each other, and the chains on their bodies painted black eyes on the faces of the other monsters.
The Spikers let out a panicked howl.
“!@#$%^&*()！” (Translation: Here he comes again!)
The whole ancient city was in chaos, and even Archibald was so frightened that he slipped off the stone blocks.
The colorful monsters panicked and rushed around, running in circles instead of running for their lives—because the ancient city of Aziz is a big dead end, and they have nowhere to go.
At the entrance to the city, there was the sound of an explosion and a bunch of bright magical effects.
Archibald saw a pile of Spiker wreckage flying around.
He felt that his heart was also broken and flying all over the place...
The monument blocked and invisible entrance in addition to spewing out several monsters were crited, but also flew a shiny Holy Light Grenade, a leadball-like light hit an Aziz Leechbeast, it fell head on the master.
Archibald, nearly vomiting blood, kicked his unconscious subordinate away.
His head, stomach, mind, and soul all began to throb.
I really don't get it!
When the hell is this Eternal Guardian going to fuck off?
"You've already ruined all my plans, what more do you want?"
He shouted angrily, grabbed his staff and rushed over.
A Templar boy stood in the middle of the fallen monsters, one foot on the head of the dead Emeraid Spiker, his right hand holding the mace and proudly wiping away the flesh of the Cyclops splattered on his face, his left hand replacing the shield with a rapier and drawing an elegant sword flower as well, the cloak flung high behind him, arrogant and handsome.
Templar turned to see Archibald who furious and lunging forward with staff and screaming. He smiled brightly, friendly and kindly, and replied, "I've told you many times, I'm here to do my job." Then a mace slammed into Archibald's left cheek, sending him stumbling to the side, and a holy light followed.
Bam!
All of Aziz's monsters looked up at the sky and then turned neatly from left to right.
"Has your work ever had a day done ahhhhhh..."
Archibald's off-key howl echoed through the Aziz Ancient City and fell from the sky into a pile of rocks.
After a moment, a trembling hand reached out over the remains, and Archibald, sprawled on one leg, pressing his bruised cheek with one hand, rolled from the pile of stones to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dust.
Yes, this is it.
—He got fucked up with a goddamn Eternal Guardian.
Is not strange about the Bane Prince fucked up with the Eternal Guardian, but the continuous battle for three months seems not to have finished seems not normal at all, right?
And why does he seem to be the one who is being invaded by the evil forces?
"When are you going to change your excuse? What a stupid job..."
Bane Prince muttered aggressively as he crawled under the flying holy light.
"We all know that you steal runes, fragments, and ornaments, and even when you do, you always slaughter the whole city and take me, Bane Prince, down with you. How could I have the misfortune to meet you the Blue Cryscum?"
With the second mouthful of dusty saliva, Archibald looked up to see Templar spinning, jumping, eyes closed, throwing a light bomb to the left and a sword wind to the right, as if afraid the whole scene would not know how handsome he was.
The monsters hit by the light bullets were covered in a layer of holy light and ran as slow as walking, but they still struggled to escape from this "terrible evil" Eternal Guardian.
They "charged" at Archibald.
"Fuck off!" Bane Prince's eyes were filled with rushing flames—real flames.
"You useless bastards!" Archibald grabbed a stone and threw it at the monsters, shouting, "Stop him, surround him, what's the point of having so many of you? Charge!"
Eternal Guardian smiles.
He has already overpowered Bane Prince, and the monsters have given up the fight.
"Show me evil, you evil monsters!" Bane Prince, making a commanding gesture, has tears in the corners of his eyes. "Form up and attack—"
The monsters looked back at the Eternal Guardian, who was covered in holy light, and then back at the Bane Prince... They decided to keep running, pushing their way behind their master.
Archibald shook off the monster's hand that grabbed the corner of his cloak and raised his foot to stomp stomp stomp on it!
"You, parasites, antiques!"
Templar finished clearing the monsters from his hands, his sword splattering half a crescent of blood on the ground, and came to a curious stop not far from the long line of monsters behind Bane Prince, moving his feet from side to side and noticing that the group of monsters actually changed direction as he moved!
He smiled with a harmless face, but the monsters felt a chill all over.
"I heard there is a game called 'The Eagle Catching Chickens'. Archie, you are qualified to be the hen!"
A jumpy Bane Prince was so red in the face that he looked like a turkey flapping its wings and bouncing around.
He raised his middle finger at Templar and yelled, "Asshole! I can't do anything anymore, and you keep bullying me. If your skin itches so much, use your fucking blue crystal to cut it off!
From the time Templar was a Cleric, this guy has been carrying out the Cleric philosophy of spreading the gods' purpose to everyone—by violence; dedicating everything to the gods—including sending the enemy to be re-educated.
Unlike the Cleric, who only heals, this guy has taken the path of harming others in need of healing.
He can obviously accomplish the goal of massacring the town, robbing and beating the Bane Prince every time he comes, but he still sticks around and enjoys having the Bane Prince snap at him over and over again.
Templar patted his own shoulders and moved his arms and said, "Archie, you've been here so long that your brain is not clear, you're also born from a crystal, how can you go back to the broken place?
"I've been here so long, no thanks to y..."
"I told you not to play with evil powers, but you didn't listen, now look, your brain is so damaged.”
"I will fight you ahhhhhh!!!!!"
Archibald was so angry that he even forgot his own magic and swung his staff at Templar's head. A smile of relief appeared on Templar's face, and the monsters covered their eyes at the same time.
"Thor's Hammer." Templar unleashed his signature technique.
Shh shh shh shh...
Before Templar left, he shook the three necklaces he got from killing monsters and showed them to Archibald, who was twitching on the ground: "My lucky day, I got my money back for the potion!
Archibald, twitching with electricity, rolled his eyes and gave Templar a wildly shaking middle finger.
"Y… You added…d…d lightning… ing... in in in Holy Attackkk..."
"Don't you think it fits with the name Thor's Hammer? I love it!"
Templar smiled and waved the "Mourner" rapier, which had several arcs of electricity on it. He put away his weapon and walked away, leaving behind a messy Aziz ruin, corpses all over the ground, surviving monsters traumatized again, and a tearful Bane Prince.
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The Aziz Leechbeast carefully took a bloody piece of flesh, as gently as it could, and pressed the object to its master's bruised cheek. The Bane Prince frowned and shrank back.
"Hiss... do gently, okay?"
The Aziz Leechbeast nodded and gently applied the cold piece of meat. Archibald held the piece of meat and waved Aziz Leechbeast away, allowing it to join the army of lickers.
That damned Eternal Guardian, hit so hard...
Archibald lay sadly on a rock, the bruises swollen high, and there's a stinging pain like a bunch of Walking Lilies jumping around inside.
He rubbed his fingers gently through the flesh.
The cold flesh of the dead monster to put on the bruises seems to have become commonplace, and the more he put it on, the more experience he have.
Archibald's life now in addition to the routine "death and injury", and "lack of supplies", the body is always the set of almost washed warlock uniform, with a supposed "warrior special weapon" ax modified staff, plus a bunch of monster army, no more.
Wounded with fresh monster corpse flesh to cold compress, even daily life rely on staff to solve, such as washing, drying clothes, pillows, scaffolding, hoe, blender, umbrella pole, drilling wood to make fire...
Is there such a shabby Bane Prince in the world!?
At first, he lived a normal "Bane Prince" life.
Not only did he have money, power, and an army (full of it), but he also had the most important evil items: the Aziz Blood Book, used to summon the ancient Cyclops Estan, and a whole ruin of enchanted ancient burial gold, an endless supply of monster production... and a perfect plan to rule the world!
But the perfect plan has been ruined.
As a result, he has to hunker down here every day to figure out how to fix it, and then be bullied by the Eternal Guardian, who doesn't know why hasn't fuck off yet. His monster production rate is almost equal to his opponent's monster kill rate, which makes Archibald suffer a lot.
He couldn't help but re-examine what went wrong in the beginning to become the current situation.
—After finding this place, he spent a few days in the Aziz Ancient City digging for grave goods, using ancient gold coins to turning monsters and scare the hell out of the exploration team outside, and then returned to the Aziz Ancient City to start building an army.
All went smoothly and well.
Except for a few Bane Princes and a frightened exploration team, no one knows he is here.
Finally, in the night when the goddess of fate smiled, he successfully summoned the ancient cyclops Estan.
When he looked at the huge and powerful monsters feel hot tears when... that Eternal Guardian he hated the most in his life just wandered in, and the Goddess of Fate also turned sneer.
The first time he saw the ballgown skirt of the Cleric's uniform, he thought she was a delicate girl instead of a sinister smelly boy.
The Eternal Guardian, who was not a Templar at the time, walked in with his dress as if he was entering a ball, and then raised his mace, and a blue magical field appeared on the ground, and a shining hammer of holy light fell from the sky in a second.
Then Archibald's eyes went black.
When he woke up on the cold ground, in addition to the monster spraying blood all around him, the ancient cyclops Estan, who had been summoned, had also died a violent (and very ugly) death, and Aziz Blood Book had been snatched away.
Who the hell was that bastard Bane Prince to betray him?
Archibald narrowed his eyes. Must be Phantom holding a grudge!
Since he took over Viper Forest first, leaving the desolate Arid Wilds to Phantom, Phantom wants to take revenge and sneak out the news...! Yes, that must be it!
Archibald still remembers the day the Phantom was so angry that he almost came up and strangled him.
"Archibald, I curse your Viper Forest for making you moldy!
"Better moldy than dry, at least I have fruit to eat instead of a pile of sandworms.
"I didn't think of that until you told me... Damn, I'll remember this, just you wait!
It's too childish to remember now, it was so long ago...
Archibald sighed.
The day the plan was ruined, he not only lost his bright future, but also his clothes.
Archibald went to perform the gold coins turn into monsters before, obviously will travel cape and warlock uniform waist skirt washed and sun-dried on Ruby Spiker's head, but the result came back to completely unable to find this subordinate.
Fortunately, the most important waist skirt later inexplicably appeared in their own Eternal Guardian smashed unconscious after waking up well stuffed in the body, but the cape that accompanied him to travel thousands of miles to get here is probably really can not be found.
Archibald still can't find his subordinates who lost his clothes, so it probably didn't have the face to see him, gave itself up and joined the ranks of the dead, and it was never repaired.
But despite the devastating accident of the evil plan, Archibald believes that everything can be saved, and it is never too late to try!
So the day after the Eternal Guardian takes Aziz's Blood Book, Archibald attempts to spawn a new batch of Cyclops—a large group of healthy, bouncing Aziz Leechbeast and Aziz Slayer—ready for a comeback.
And here come the Blue Cryscum again!
This time the Eternal Guardian has not only slaughtered the city, but also soiled his newly washed skirt...
Archibald wiped his face.
No matter how hard he thought, he still couldn't find a solution, and he would think about this unanswered question for the rest of his life, but now it was time to rest.
Archibald depressed to find a quiet pile of rocks, take off the waist skirt covered with trousers outside, fold it as a pillow, hands and feet together to hold the staff lie on, adjust a comfortable position, in the pile of rocks gradually drifted off to sleep.
The wide and large leaves of the rainforest trees hang down like a soft dream curtain, and a few moonbeams fall on the sleeping body of the teenager, pushed around by the shadow of the huge leaves...
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ns 15.158.61.8da2The dream is a place of flying sand, desolate and silent.
In the bare red crystals on the ground, the black-haired boy weakly crawls out and falls, his body covered in hot, sharp mineral sand that makes him shrink in pain.
Not long after, an eye slowly opens behind the scattered black hair.
—The world caught fire in those eyes.
