I am a True Villain Chapter 2297: The war begins, the cruel truth
Chapter 2299 The war begins, the cruel truth
The original Temple of Doom, like their two major forces, was the most powerful force in Castlevania.
Even when the Temple of Doom was at its peak, the Blood River Valley and the Tomb of Doom needed to unite to defeat the Temple of Doom.
But I don’t know why.
Suddenly one day, the Doomsday Temple announced its retirement.
They gave up all their power in Castlevania, and the only thing they retained was this temple.
Except for the annual sacrifices, the Doomsday Temple is silent with almost no news.
Over time, from the initial vigilance to now, the other two major forces no longer pay attention to the Temple of Doom.
But now that they know that Xu Zimo has entered the Temple of Doom, the two major forces still dare not relax at all.
What if this is what the Doomsday Temple wants to do.
If the Temple of Doom has to pay, then the two major forces of Blood River Valley and Tomb will definitely put aside their conflicts and hatred temporarily and join forces to suppress the Temple of Doom.
Because Castlevania is so big, if someone wants to grab the cake from them, this is absolutely not allowed.
At this moment, countless rivers of blood intertwined with countless walking corpse walking flesh, surrounding the Doomsday Temple airtight.
When Xu Zimo came out, the Qing Emperor frowned slightly.
He knew the old monk from Doomsday Temple.
The opponent's all-encompassing method is very tricky.
But Xu Zimo is a new face.
"Doomsday Venerate, when did your Doomsday Temple have any strangers?" the Qing Emperor asked calmly.
At the gate of Doomsday Temple, the old monk slowly walked out.
I saw that his eyes were pure, neither sad nor happy, but rather kind-hearted.
The Blood Ancestor laughed and said: "Doomsday, you have not been born in these years, eating fast and chanting Buddha, how come the demon with countless blood stained hands now feels like a precious elephant."
"Don't you think it's ironic?"
"I have already embarked on this road, and I have been born in Castlevania. If I don't follow this road to the end, do I want to be a good person again?"
Hearing this, the old monk shook his head.
Said: "It's meaningless, no matter what path you take or what you do, it's meaningless."
"Because everything is false. The things you have done and the people you have killed will eventually start again."
"Doomsday, what are you talking about? You are trying to be mysterious," the Qing Emperor said coldly.
"Who is this person?"
"He killed people from our two major forces. Do you want to protect him?"
"He, he is the one who makes dreams disappear," the old monk looked at Xu Zimo.
Smiling miserably: "That's right!"
"Everything has to go back to the way it was, right?"
"It's easy to deal with smart people," Xu Zimo laughed.
“How can it be said that something that does not exist has disappeared?”
"I want to know, who is that bit of truth?" The old monk seemed a little unwilling.
In other words, even when death is imminent, you still can't let go, hoping to know the truth.
After all, after searching for most of his life, this has become his obsession.
"It's true, it doesn't hurt to tell you," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"The Medicine King of Castlevania~IndoMTL.com~Are you still familiar with the name Lu Simiao?"
"Lu Simiao, Lu Simiao," repeated the name twice.
The old monk suddenly became excited.
Then I saw him laughing, laughing and crying again.
"Everything is destined, destined!"
The King of Medicine is so famous in Castlevania, but he has never heard of it.
Why haven't you heard of it?
Because their existence has already been designed.
Although they are in the same city, the two of them seem to exist on two parallel lines.
So close, never see each other.
It is like a machine that is programmed before leaving the factory, and all machines follow the program.
Just like the blood ancestors, including the Qing Emperor, they are all the same.
The machine of the old monk Doomsday Venerate broke down halfway, so he discovered the sad fact that he was a virtual image.