Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

The president's name is Blazer, and he's a young Austrian aristocrat.

He had Major's good-looking face, but he also had more harsh thoughts and sleazy means than a snake.

Lord Roger's death and the death of the prison guard reminded him that it might have something to do with Miss Donna, so waiting for me was already a trap when I got there.

I got caught again.

Fortunately, I am still not perceived as an independent individual who sees me as someone's knife of murder.

Unfortunately, they found Kim based on me.

I watched them take the gold and torture him.

So I knew that I had killed another master.

Another good master died because of me, even though I told them repeatedly that I had not been instructed by the master, but they did not listen.

It was not until a long time ago that I realized that it was not only because they did not believe that a puppet would make its own decisions, but more importantly that they would never take a puppet to court as a murderer.

A puppet is a puppet. There must be a master behind the puppet!

Even if it's not true.

As for me, I'm just a knife.

As a tool of killing, I want to be destroyed as well.

This time I was completely destroyed and my whole body was crushed to the ground.

But I'm still alive.

I felt like I was floating, with Donna's consciousness, just flying in the air.

No one can see us.

I kept flying and flying, and I didn't know how long until I saw a puppet.

It's a communications puppet with four arms, a bunch of unnamed functional components, and it looks very ugly.

Yeah, ugly, now I know what ugly means.

I understand the ugliness of the outside and the ugliness of the mind.

After all this, I'm beginning to understand what wisdom is.

Wisdom is selfishness!

Wisdom is ambition!

Wisdom is desire!

Wisdom is a combination of all emotions!

My emotion is madness.

I want revenge.

I'm going to kill those bastards who killed me one master after another.

But I'm not strong enough, so I'm going to make myself a new body, an unprecedented puppet that can easily be assassinated.

So I started studying with the new owner.

My new owner is still an archeologist, but he doesn't have Donna's kindness, he doesn't have Kim Innocence, he's an ambitious guy, he thinks every day about how to find better materials. Like Lord Roger, he is also a puppet merchant, but is more concerned with making the puppet's rare materials. I followed him everywhere, and I was accustomed to all sorts of sins.

That's why I have no sympathy for him at all.

If I hadn't feared the plan would have failed, I could have framed the new owner the way I had.

But now, I need a stronger body to complete the plan.

I studied hard and gathered materials everywhere to complete my plan. My new owner never dreamt I'd steal from him.

Today, the new owner takes me and a group of archaeologists to explore new unknown terrain.

As a communications puppet, my primary responsibility is to detect all potential hazards and inform the owner. Perhaps because I have an extraordinary soul, my reconnaissance is much more powerful than my own.

That is why, this time, a powerful presence was found in this unknown region.

Original beast!

A sleeping beast.

I suddenly realized that my original plan didn't work because I had a better plan.

Instead of giving me any warning, I told my new owner that there was no danger here.

Not only that, I also sent the message to Blazer.

Yes, I told him that there were plenty of mineral veins found here, representing endless wealth.

I knew he'd come.

They're all the same greed.

Faced with the riches of powerlessness, they will flock like flies smelling rotten flesh.

And I, all I have to do is watch them go quietly to death.

The plan went well in the beginning, and a large number of archaeologists came here and discovered the veins and began digging.

But unexpectedly, the original beast was never struck.

It's so huge that the archaeologists act on it like a bunch of ants crawling through its arms, even smaller than that, that they can't wake it up at all.

I'm in a hurry, and if I do, instead of being able to get revenge, I'm going to make all these bastards rich, one by one.

And some of them, the Orcs, are carrying all kinds of puppets for reconnaissance, and sooner or later they will find this sleeping terror underneath. By then, they'll be gone, and my plan will be a complete failure.

As excavations deepen, other reconnaissance puppets will soon discover the existence of the original beast. I became more and more anxious, and I decided to venture deeper into the ground and stimulate the original beast to awaken.

I came to the depths of the earth, above the head of the original beast with my super strong perception. However, no matter how I attack, the beast is not awake. I started to rush, and I started to go crazy.

I decided to risk my soul to attack the original beast.

Yeah, that's my only way.

This Original Beast is too hard and my true attack has no effect on it, but a spiritual attack from the soul level may be effective, which is also the only way I can do it.

But then, Donna suddenly appeared.

She's always been there, with me. I used to think we were united, but at this point I realized no.

She painstakingly persuaded me not to go, because it was doomed to be an irreversible journey.

But I decided to do it, and revenge and madness burned my mind, making me want to do it at all costs.

But until then, I have to keep Donna.

I divided my soul and placed her in my body, and then I inspired all my soul strength and rushed towards the original beast.

The Phage of Gold.

Funny, it's golden, I phage, that's probably fate's arrangement.

Most amazingly, I succeeded.

I just rushed right into its consciousness, and then I realized it was dead.

Yes, it died, long ago in sleep.

Its flesh is strong, but its soul is weak. In a long sleep, the soul gradually withers and eventually dies in sleep. The most amazing thing is that its body is still alive, not dead.

And I, the combination of the Phantom and the Puppet, am best at occupying the existence of this unconscious body, even if it is a powerful and terrifying original beast, without the original consciousness, I can still occupy it.

So the Phage is resurrected!

I rose from the ground and roared at the sky with the strongest roar since I was born.

Then I saw it.

I saw these bastards tremble in my voice and see their desperate faces.

I laughed, and the laughter was still roaring like a paradise.

I looked at their desperate faces and a handful of the Orcs who were unwilling to fight back, and then I ignored their attacks and just swallowed them up and turned them into this eternal mountain range with my body.

Blazer is dead, so is my new master, and all the greedy Orcs are dead.

However, I am still not satisfied.

I'm going to storm into the empire of the Orcs, kill them a river of blood, wipe out this evil world completely.

If it wasn't for Donna.

Donna's alive.

Of course she's alive. No matter who I kill, I can't kill her.

She stayed in my body, looked at me, begged me, and asked me to leave them alone.

She was so kind, even so, to protect them.

But I refused.

Anger and madness have burned my mind, and the only reason I have left is not to hurt Donna, not to listen to her.

But I still couldn't make it.

Because of the heavens and the earth.

After I became a beast, I finally understood why the beast was stumped.

Because the original beast depends on the source force, and the source power of this heaven and earth is getting thinner and thinner.

It's too thin to support my enormous body, and when I stand under this heavenly dome, I just find it hard to breathe.

My throat burns like a burning pain, the sea of source is boiling, the whole body of source energy is self-burning, which is self-phagocytosis when the source power supply is insufficient.

Only stubbornness can reduce my own consumption and allow me to survive my asthma.

I can feel that if I forcibly kill the Orcs, it may not take long, I will be dragged down by my powerful body.

Unfortunately, if I were a weaker beast, maybe I could support it a little longer, but I was a mighty phage, and I couldn't support it.

Even this time, it was a huge blow to my life.

Even if I stumble again, I won't last very long.

Well, in that case, choose to sleep.

With Donna.

So I promised Donna that I would not attack the Orcs, but that Donna would stay with me. Likewise, although I will not kill the Orcs, if they come here again, I will destroy them in spite of death.

The hatred of the Orcs made me spare my life and destroy them!

Donna agreed.

But she was smart, and while she agreed, she sent out news of the original beast here to warn the Orcs not to come. Of course, she didn't say anything, she made up a reason.

That's fine.

So no one will bother me and Donna.

So that's it, I'm with Donna.

Donna sends a warning message to the outside world every once in a while so that no Austrian ignorance can disturb us. I guess Donna wasn't really trying to protect them, she was trying to protect me. But Donna never admitted it.

It doesn't matter, I know she loves me, that's enough.

Unfortunately, even then, my body is inevitably in decline. Not only because of that resurrection, but more importantly, for Donna's sake, my sleep was not complete. My consciousness still stays awake to a certain degree and talks to Donna often because I don't want her to be lonely. But the result is not enough body sleep and increased self-consumption.

I'm doomed to not be able to hold on too long.

On this day, the body of the Phage enters its final phase of decay.

I know this body is dying.

I can die, but I can't watch Donna die.

I want to do something for her at the end.

I gathered the last strength of this body and injected it into the core of Donna's puppet to create a protective shield. Protecting a puppet with the power of the original beast, even after tens of millions of years, should be enough.

But I'm wrong again, Donna doesn't seem willing to live alone like this.

She also chose to give up the moment she saw me give up on myself.

Our souls, at this last moment, merge together.

It's over.