"After our experiments, we found that the red egg was actually the most important culprit for absorbing the essence of the Holy Well, and the black panther that almost wiped out us was just a servant guarding the gate."

"I proposed to destroy the evil egg, because I felt a power that was completely opposite to the holy light from it, cruel and full of destruction. Even before it was born, the vigorous essence of life had already emitted a corrupting distortion. Through the holy light, I seemed to see a huge black figure, wearing countless burning iron armor, and a terrifying red eyes looked over from unknown places, carrying a madness and despair that longed to destroy the world."

"I'm afraid Lord Taro will never agree to do this." As soon as Luo Yu said, he found that the old man looked over with a little surprise, but did not refute it. He even more affirmed his guess and felt sure in his heart and continued to talk quietly.

"Even if my impression of Lord Taro is only through the experience of recalling the world, even if it is a bit biased, it can be seen that he is a very self-esteem and proud person who refuses to fall behind. He wanted to use his own strength to regain everything, but he did not expect that he owed you a life and lost the beast that he had finally tamed. Although he didn't say it, he felt very uncomfortable. Seeing the beast egg that emitted such a strange phenomenon before he was born, he would probably lose his mind. He tried to tame the monster with the spiritual power at all costs, and ascend to the sky in one step, and become the strongest!"

"No," the elder sighed, and a strong sad look appeared, his voice trembling, "I was so wrong at that time, young and energetic, and I believed that he could do this, so I was not too persistent. I only thought that the unconscious beast egg, even if he was cruel in nature, could be slowly tamed after the day. However, I didn't expect that the egg was an unscrupulous egg of an evil god!"

"After regaining the Yamato Holy Land, we separated temporarily. Taro said it would take some time to familiarize himself with the power of the Holy Well and try to communicate the original will of the beast egg. We left enough food and returned here. When we parted, we also made an ambitious agreement that both sides would develop a strong tribe."

"In the days that followed, Taro and we gradually worked hard for their tribes, and every time we met, Taro's strength became stronger. He once told me enthusiastically that he had successfully communicated with the egg and gained incredible power from the chaotic obedient will. But I found that his originally blue spiritual light had gradually turned into bright red, but at that time he simply thought it was the characteristic of the evolution of power."

"The peaceful days passed day by day. As the population began to increase, as the first leader, we gradually removed the burden on our shoulders and aging our bodies. Taro's visits gradually became scarce, and it was difficult to see his figure in the last month until one day."

That afternoon.

After Ming finished the tribal trivial matters, he was the same as usual.

Lying on the bamboo chair covered with animal leather, he rested. For some reason, as his body was exhausted and he rarely dreamed, he suddenly had a beautiful dream again, dreaming that it seemed as if he had returned to the past, only himself, Yin and Taro, depended on each other for life.

He still clumsyly behind, while the powerful Yin Ru like his brother, with a strong body blocking the front, fighting the ferocious beast fiercely. Taro tried hard to use his unskilled spiritual power to restrain him. When they finally defeated the terrifying beast, Ming couldn't help but run forward happily, but suddenly found that Yin, who was standing in front, turned around and looked over.

The eyes showed a deep vicissitudes of life. When Ming was at a loss, the long river of time suddenly flew away in a "fast forward" posture. Yin's strong and majestic body turned into aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, he had completely become a dry and thin old man. However, he did not show fear and sadness, but just stared reluctantly, his eyes were shining, his lips were buzzing, and his voice was hoarse.

"I can no longer protect you, from now on, you will move forward alone..."

"Life well, my...brother."

"don't want!"

Ming, who was frightened, let out a shrill scream, desperately trying to run over and hold his hand, but found that he could not move. At some point, a red sticky blood light was like a chain, bound him tightly. He could only watch the old and strong man turn little by little into powder and dissipate between heaven and earth. He could only extend his hand cryingly, but he could only let the light dust brush across his face, like the reluctant brother, the last nostalgia.

"Don't leave me...Brother."

Tears blurred his gaze. He turned tremblingly, eager to seek comfort in his last companion, but found that Taro also disappeared. This green and natural world, at some point, was filled with a bright red blood light, gathering together, like the surging sea of ​​blood in the doomsday, corroding the world bit by bit. He was in despair, and a white crystal light suddenly burst out from his body, stimulating him to spin and suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and suddenly found that the blood red filled the world still did not dissipate, but followed like a shadow, and also came to reality. Ming suppressed the horror and panic in his heart. In his blurry vision, he found a staggering figure approaching step by step in the red light in the sky. He tried hard to identify it, but he calmed down and asked softly.

"Taro, is it you?"

The figure did not answer, but just approached slowly, and seemed to struggle forward and kept pausing. When he was finally less than a few steps away from Ming, Ming stood there on the spot.

This familiar figure was Taro who had been in ties with him for a lifetime, but he seemed strange and terrible. A faint red blood was overflowing from the dense wrinkles on his old face. The originally black eye sockets had no pupils, and were filled with empty scarlet red. His body was covered with holes that were deeply cut by sharp claws. He looked like a broken doll, immersing his whole body in black blood.

"Taro, what's wrong with you? Let me treat you!" Akira was startled, but thinking that this person was his close friend, he suppressed the fear and anxiety in his heart, stood up impatiently, struggling forward with a crutch, trying to use the holy light to treat him.

"Ah..." Unexpectedly, the gentle and holy light just approached the past. The old man, who looked like a wild beast than a human, suddenly moaned in pain, panted and coughed out a black and red liquid. The faint and harmless crystal light hit him, actually aroused some violent chemical reaction, which violently corroded the old man's body like sulfuric acid. What's even more strange is that his falling blood dripped on the ground, making a sound of terrible sound. A burst of blue smoke immediately ignited on the hard stone floor, corroding black holes, like magma rolling over, filled with the light of red water.

Aki looked over carefully and then took a breath of cold air. The faint red light filled the house, the clear Taro, walked along the way, the blood that kept dripping on the ground seemed to never flow, turned into a scorching light emitted by the magma!

"Roar!" Taro, who had been trembling and remained silent, suddenly let out a roar that was not like a human. The roar was so thrilling, with the malice of contempt for everything, rolling out red sound waves, vibrating.

Ming, who was closest to him, was directly knocked over by the violent impact, hung on the wall in pain, and then slowly fell off. His chest was so stuffy that he could only watch the malicious figure approaching little by little, but he didn't feel the pain on his body, but he felt sobbing and faint.

"Taro, are you going to kill me?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This sentence obviously greatly stimulated the figure in scarlet blood. He raised his head and roared into the sky again, but did not emit violent sound waves again. The sound was like a wail, full of endless pain and struggle. Under Ming's shocked gaze, the old man's thin and bloody palm suddenly swelled up, bursting little by little, and suddenly turned into a huge skin roll, with the giant claws of the ferocious beast exposed by the red muscles!

Taro wailed, as if fighting against an unknown mysterious force, raised his hand little by little to raise the huge bloody arm several meters long, and the sharp scarlet giant claw suddenly opened and suddenly ripped the air and waved it down! Just when Ming closed his eyes desperately and waited for death, he found that he had not felt the pain for a long time. He couldn't help but open his eyes again. Seeing the scene, he fell with hot tears.

A sniffle, blood splattered everywhere!

The sharp giant claws finally swung, but they were not facing Ming, who was powerless to breathe, but wailed deeply into his chest, adding another terrifying wound to the scarred chest. The body, which was almost covered with holes, immediately overflowed with scarlet evil light, stopping the gushing of blood. Ming finally understood why Taro's body was covered with so many scars, and those deep claw marks, like a struggle, showed the man's final pride and stubbornness!

"Amin, kill me!" Taro's deep red pupils also rolled out of red blood and tears. He gasped, trembling and motionless, his voice blurred and painful, but he barely maintained calmness and clarity.

"Quick, I can't control myself. Use your holy light! Kill me!" He repeated a little bit of difficulty, inserted his giant claw into his chest, trying hard to move, but his body struggled instinctively. The heart thumped, echoing a clear and strange sound, like the mockery of the evil god, accumulating irresistible malignant bloody smell little by little, slowly suppressing his will, making him trembling even more powerful.

"I beg you for the second time, don't let me down!" He roared over like a roar. This was the second time he asked for someone in his life. The first time was in a desperate situation, and he was also scarred and exhausted. He longed for rescue from this young man and simply wanted to live. At that time, no matter what, he could never imagine that the second last plea in his life, the same end of despair, was also begging for this close friend, but this time was completely opposite to the first time, and he only wanted to die for liberation!

"I can't do it!" Ming's tears fell even harder, and he shook his head desperately. The blood coughed mixed with tears wet his pale beard. His gaze blurred at this strong companion who seemed vicious but actually pursued strength gently and wanted to protect everything. He turned into a demon and refused to surrender. For the first time, he was no longer so weak and obedient. He cried resolutely, shaking his head without saying anything.

"I can't control myself anymore, go quickly!" Taro suddenly showed a twisted expression, as if he was crying and laughing. He twitched and pulled out the terrifying giant claws like crazy, and waved out sharp airflows that cut through the air, but each claw was barely tilted to the side, making the solid house with fine holes like to dismantling toys, stirring the solid house into the air, forming a rich yellow fog, covering its view, but leaving the brightness on the ground unscathed.

This crazy destruction, the evil blood light like abyss and prison, was raging, and no one noticed it. When lying outside the house, Yin's slightly twitching body flowed out a winding stream of blood, and finally slowly poured into the clear holy well where his existence was born. Gradually, it was as if a sleeping sacred will awakened. The well that quietly emitted ripples next to the house suddenly gathered countless yellow light from inside to outside, and finally formed a golden figure, with a majestic body, holding a sharp spear, and the blurred face was exactly the same as Yin, who had just been born back then. This golden figure, like a god, looked up at the house with blood-dreaming, with a cold face, suddenly turned into a tortuous golden lightning, breaking into the house with blood-scattered lightning.

"Ah!" "Okay!"

The heroic spirit full of warrior protection obsession crashed into the old man's body with blood light, but made the old man make two completely different sounds. The pleasure of relief was emitted from his lips, and a sharp scream and moan came out from his chest.

As if frightened, Taro's thin and dry back suddenly tore out his flesh and grew two wide and terrifying wings of flesh and blood. He slapped the ground strongly and whirred the air. Finally, the two sounds of painful and entangled moans and desire for relief were strangely alternating noises. The old man turned into a blood-colored monster, no longer in human form, made a shrill and sharp scream, thrust up, and finally broke through the stone roof, spread his wings and rushed out, leaving behind the seriously injured Ming who fell to the ground, facing the cruel reality in a daze.

As the brother in his dream said, he spent a long time alone, and many years later, he met a curious boy who passed on the memory and pain hidden in his heart to him.

Turning back to reality.

"This is the last time I saw Taro. In the days to come, the people of the Yamato tribe became crazy and hostile, and the blood that longed for us, who were brothers, gradually fell." The old man finished his last sentence with sobs, and his eyes were filled with wet tears. He slowly closed his eyes and fell silent.
Chapter completed!