Dark Days : Devil Hunt Story 3

Chapter 9(Cave road 1 month ago)

John, Joseph and Richard were on their way to the unknown on this path that opened to them in a curious and excited way. Who knows, maybe the two brothers, who respect this belief without even questioning where Joseph discovered it, are aiming towards the just cause of their hopes. They were on their way. There was no one but these three in the desolate forest. There were no traces of living things around them. John was startled at this moment. He had heard a sound. The presence of a voice in such a quiet environment for a long time caused some fear in the team. The voice belonged to an animal. Joseph He soon realized what this animal was.

A 3 headed dragon. All three people were almost shocked. No matter how much Joseph refused and mocked the situation, the event was happening right before their eyes. The worst thing was that they had nothing but an ax to defend themselves and a few digging tools. Even if they did, they couldn't deal with the dragon.

Meanwhile, the dragon disappeared. For a long time no one had even seen these creatures. had God shown a piece of the future? Who knows…

He looked towards John Joseph, and Richard gestured the path, and they were in a deep silence. It was as if fear had imprisoned their bodies. They wanted to follow this path non-stop for now. There was no obstacle that could stop them for the moment.

They suddenly realized that they were dizzy and their stomachs almost turned them into a prison, and they couldn't help falling to the ground and suddenly fainted. Deep sleep lowered their blinds. The dream they would soon see was just like a piece of the future. Yes, they were on a road they shouldn't have done and God was giving them a choice. Fate. was following them.

Chapter 10(The Sorcerer and Death Spell Years Ago) In ancient times, an evil that was deadly to elves, dwarves, and the human race had invaded the world. Humanity had to survive. There was no other way, but how could it be? All the weapons and powers in their hands were not enough to kill these demons. The archenemy Azazil could not be stopped.

Azazil was raining death with his great sword and magic skill in his hand. With many golems, goblins, dragons, and demons after him, he was attacking from everywhere and sworn to destroy humanity. Such a scourge could not be stopped. At a time when the end of world humanity was imminent, a talent appeared. It was none other than a death spell.

The Death Spell was above all powers and was the kind of power to destroy demons and was bestowed upon those chosen by God. But it had a downside. Anyone who used this power would die. An enormous aura brings great destruction. No creature can lift this aura.

A 70-year-old wizard named Robert was the one chosen by God who would have this aura. The death spell was now in his presence and under his control. He had only one right. He had to control this power well.

There was almost no margin of error. One night, Robert dreamed of two apple trees. One was forked and neglected, and the other was a tree full of apples and leaves. Robert suddenly woke up and went out. He panicked at what he saw. Maybe it was just a dream everyone would see. It was a veritable dream with profound consequences, and Robert had already realized it.

One tree meant death, the other life. Life would continue human life. If he chose death and failed, all humanity with him would vanish from this world like the vanishing tree. God had given him this message and all he had to do was control this consciousness and maturing aura.

He retreated into a deserted, snowy mountain cave with a few supplies and belongings he had taken alone. He was trying to strengthen his aura. Controlling the death spell was not that easy. His strength increased day by day. He first created an aura with his right hand, then destroyed it with his left hand. It was a seemingly simple but very effective method. Like yin and yang. Absolute harmony of good and evil.

Finally the days passed. Now, Robert had managed to control a certain part of the death spell's aura, albeit a small one, and this aura would be enough to destroy all the demons in the world. Robert left the cave where he had taken refuge.

He was prepared for war. Now it was time for all demons to be wiped out from this world, and this would be done by Robert with God's help. He had only one right, and he had to use it against the arch demon Azazil. He probably must have trapped all the demons in a Pandora's box. It wasn't anyone's place to seal it up so it wouldn't open again and then sacrifice himself.

Yes, Robert was preparing for war. He crossed mountains and plains. Finally, Arch Demon Azazil was waiting for him.