The Calamity of Man Descends!

At this moment, as the light dissipated, the Persian army's Great Altar, covered with runes like layers of red cloth, crumbled inch by inch, revealing the thin young man inside, whose skin was covered from head to toe with twisted red and black divine patterns.

Hiss...

The young man slowly opened his eyes, revealing dark pupils. He spread his arms and greedily inhaled the air, as if he were a satisfied addict, enjoying himself wildly.

The Persian priests surrounding the Great Altar sensed the immense, twisted divine power and the figure with its limbs and eyes intact. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions. They thought that upon returning, they might be rejected and executed by the temple.

Oh my god, it actually happened!

The two great Primordial Gods of Persia are Ahura the Lord of Wisdom, and Angra Mainyu, the chief of evil gods!

Unexpectedly, summoned by the Book of Destiny and the Sword of Spirit, He truly descended upon this unremarkable young man.

In Persian mythology, there exists a concept of the duality of light and darkness, good and evil, which gave rise to the two Origin God: Ahura, the Good God, and Angra Mainyu, the god of evil.

Over the long course of time, the Ahura the Lord of Wisdom Mazda created the world and fought against the evil god Angolan Manuel for 12,000 years, with the supreme god Ahura naturally emerging victorious.

But just as there is always a shadow beyond the light, the evil Angora Angra Mainyu has not disappeared; legend has it that it was merely sealed away and has always accompanied humanity.

When the final day arrives, He will emerge from the abyss and destroy the entire world!

In some remote and uneducated areas of the Persian Empire, radical cultists, taking advantage of people's aversion and fear of evil gods, incited the ignorant masses to engage in a peculiar and ugly cult.

That is, a target is chosen and artificially defined as a vessel for the evil god Angra Mainyu, and through physical torture and flesh sacrifice, he is made to bear the misfortune brought by "evil" alone.

In this way, all the sins on everyone's body only need to be absorbed by the sacrificial vessel, and after they die, they can enter heaven without impurity.

The young man on the altar was a victim of this custom. He was imprisoned on the mountaintop by villagers who were venting their malice on him. They then gouged out his right eye and broke his hands and feet.

Darius III, while marching through the area, by chance rescued this tormented young man burdened with the name of an evil god, and took him in as a special case in the army, intending for him to be dealt with by the Great Khan after the war.

In a sense, he shares a similar concept with the coming of Jesus Christ in future Christianity, who willingly sacrificed himself to cleanse Original Sin of Humanity with his blood.

The only difference is that one is passive and the other is active.

In fact, this phenomenon is not an isolated case. There was a similar custom of "sending away the god of poverty" in ancient China. In some extremely poor villages, an innocent person would be selected, defined as the "god of poverty," and driven away in the hope of gaining wealth.

Humans, sometimes, are more cruel to their own kind than wild beasts...

"My lord, we have been ambushed by the enemy and are about to be annihilated. Please bring victory to Persia! I swear by blood that once we return to the capital, I will build a temple for you, hold sacrifices, and serve you for the rest of my life!"

At this moment, amidst the astonished and pale expressions of the Persians, Darius III, with his right hand holding a sword horizontally and his left hand gripping a sharp blade, spilled blood on the altar, openly betraying his former faith. A few of the more astute individuals, however, felt sorrow and reluctance in their eyes. They understood that this meant their Lord would have to bear all the sins and consequences of summoning the evil god.

"I recognize you, you seem to have saved him before..."

The young man stroked his chin, smiled and squinted at the clergy around him, then looked around and his eyes lit up. His gaze fell on Darius III, the Darius III had spoken, and he grinned as he pointed to his own chest.

The child still retains some consciousness! He remembers His Majesty's grace! We...

Amidst the sudden sound, the priests' faces, which had been filled with wild joy, froze instantly. Their blank stares reflected the blood-red fingers that had pierced Darius III's chest.

"But you lied to him too..."

The young man slowly raised his arm, his gaze cold and mocking, like a cat toying with a mouse.

It was His Majesty who rescued him from those ignorant people and promised him justice.

It was this same emperor who had impaled him on the altar, subjected him to torture, and subjected him to private punishment.

The cruelest love in the world is to let a person glimpse a ray of light in endless darkness and torment, to rekindle hope, and then to destroy it with one's own hands.

Humans are more cruel to their own kind than wild beasts...

Past, present, and future cycles repeat endlessly, never changing...

It was the actions of these people that extinguished the last shred of illusion and goodwill this body held for the world, creating pure evil and calling forth ultimate darkness.

Everything is as you wished.

Hahaha!!!

The black-haired youth's face contorted, and he couldn't help but cover his cheek with one hand, casting a shadow that divided his face into two completely different expressions.

In the darkness, the cat cries; in the sunlight, the cat laughs.

I, Angra Mainyu, refuse to understand God, and only pursue the absolute God!

How filthy the world is, how ugly humanity is!

Life swarms and crawls, growing and emitting a putrid stench all day long.

I do not approve of their kind! I do not understand their kind!

You maggots, you've lived long enough!

The extremely evil god descended the steps from the altar, his expression twisted and crazed, grinning maliciously.

Hiss hiss hiss!

In an instant, strips of red cloth, like venomous pythons, shot out from Angra Mainyu's body, piercing the hearts of dozens of priests around him and instantly draining their life essence.

At the same time, countless red and black mycelium spread from the feet of Angra Mainyu Manuel in all directions, capturing the Persian soldiers one by one. In an instant, the mycelium was covered with red and black flames, burning and melting the charred black bones that screamed and wailed.

"Go... go quickly!"

Like a piece of cured meat hanging on Angra Mainyu's arm, Darius III, his eyes wide with fury, let out a hysterical roar, immediately gripped her tightly with both hands, and rolled down the hill with Angra Mainyu in his arms.

"Hahahaha! Too late! Too late! You wriggling maggots, prepare to receive this curse upon life!"

The obstruction from Darius III caused Angra Mainyu to twist and laugh maniacally. With outstretched arms, red and black flames surged, and the body of the Lord turned to ashes and withered away.

Boom!

In an instant, the ground trembled violently, and the purest malice toward all living things erupted from the cracks in the earth, forming a Red-black Mudflow that burned away life.

At the same time, the dark red stains transformed into a rain of fire that blanketed the ground.

Whatever they touched, whether Persians, Romans, the Undying Army, or Amazon Warrior, their muscles and bones would instantly begin to burn and melt away inch by inch, becoming part of the Red-black Mudflow on the ground with extreme pain and resentment.

Humanity is facing calamity!