My Empire

"Ah!" In dim, a thin figure once again woke up from the liquid. He remembered what he had just happened, but he found his memory was slowly blurred.

At that moment he woke up, he could clearly remember the damn bomb that felt himself into a fragment, but at this moment, when he recalled his experience, he found that terrible sights. I have already can't think of it.

The big mouth breathing, greedy breathing turbid, but for him, it is a precious air, this dead old man, ends his arm.

This is his arm, he should be familiar, but found that there is no strange arm. This arm is so thin, the surface is full of liquid, but it is still like a cut metal.

He carefully identified that this is his own arm. He stirred with his hand with the liquid in front of him. The black liquid shines in the torch, reflecting an ugly face.

"Hey ..." This thin old man wants to stretch your body, but find that he has been weak and standing up.

Fear is filled in his whole body, he feels his soul, has been decayed to ambural taste.

"Ah ..." When he was in terrorism, he heard the things around him, a desperate embarrassment.

By torch, he saw a container around him, and the same dry sac struggled to explore the head from the liquid.

This same dry old man came over with a dark eyes, and he stretched his arm in the direction, and it seems that you want to catch his shoulders.

Subsequently, the arm of the arm is also a terrible arm, which is unable to hang it on the side of the container.

I don't know why, this little man sitting in the next door, the same old man in the next door is dead. I don't know why, he knows that it is as if he is deep in his memory, and it has experienced the things in front of you.

"..." suddenly, he wanted to recall the devil who had just killed himself, he found something he couldn't think of.

He didn't remember the appearance of the flashboard that just flew to his own, and didn't remember how the impact wave of the diffusion was how to cut his body.

Anyway, he can't think of it, it is like, the previous messy memories have never happened.

"Damn ..." He cursed a sentence, I want to rearrange my memory, but I can't think of what he can't think of it, it seems that he is just born today.

"This is also awake! What is this?" A ugly demon belief heard the voice of the old man, very irritated, then pressed another old man in front of him back to the liquid.

The other side of this devil has been busy another demon, pumping the long sword from a dry body: "These sacrifices can't! Their head collapsed, and the memory has disordered ... "

"We must have a hurry to handle them! Otherwise, if the magical principle is blamed, we will also be suffering!" In the dark corner, a word is floating.

This is a little deeper, and obviously speaking demon is moving. The old man deeply took a breath, once again, it was found that he still stopped from this full of disgusting liquid.

Another voice came from the distance, and the intermittent renewal is not cold: "Can ... How can the damn enemies may, in such a short time, kill such a goddess in a breath?"

"You know, these gods have more! Can they just have been killed almost at the same time!" Soon, another voice came, the thin old man struggled, the liquid made a sound Sound.

"Don't scare me! It is possible, it is possible that they are going to execute the task of sending death together, you don't know,

"There seems to be struggling over there! Unfortunately! If you rest for a few days, he may still use it once ..." Then, the owner of another voice seems to hear the sound, he is a sentence.

"Once ... can be last, they are not too close! The time is too close! Magic Native people will not be so wastate the godwood ..." When the old man struggled, the two demon dialogue did not seem to stop. .

"Ah!" The screamed, not the devil who chatted, this is an old voice, accompanied by fear and unlike.

The old man struggling in the container knows that it is the scream of "sacrifices" in another container, he doesn't want to fall a next place with the other party.

He still didn't want to die, so he struggled hard. At this time he found a lot of pipes, it was these pipes, wrapped his lower body, so that he could not leave this dead container.

On the other hand, the voice of the devil has gradually been close: "Are you crazy? Dare to question the magical principal? Follow me! Hurry up! They can't do it, replace it with the new sacrifices!"

The poor old man gave up struggles, because he knew that it relied on the weak body so weak, it was unable to break away.

He can only sit there, the big mouth, recalling those words just mentioned. Just, he desperately discovered that the content of the death, he already had a big forgotten.

Used all my best to fight their own head, when he looked up again, I saw the face of two devil believers.

"Don't struggle ... Don't struggle ..." Insert the long sword into the old chest, the demon of the head is comforted with him: "You don't have any meaning ... sleep ... sleep ... sleep ... "

The old man wants to use his proud magic, burn these small demon, but he finds that his palm cannot condense the flame of the magic.

His chest has been passed through the long sword. He opened his mouth and wanted to breathe, but he found his chest hot pain. His strength is quickly disappearing, as if the sand is as scattered.

"I am ..." He wanted to say his name, but found that he has never remembered it ...

Endless darkness came, he closed his eyes - this life, what did I do?

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