"But...but..." My sister wanted to say something but couldn't open her mouth.
"But... I want my brother to live longer. I don't want to see him committing suicide..." His voice gradually became tearful.
"Ha...you are the same as before..." The brother bent down and touched his sister's head with his bandaged hand.
"But that's not okay." His tone softened, a rare occurrence.
"Sacrifice is inevitable, even necessary. I don't regret using this power... At least it makes me feel alive." The once azure eyes have now turned blood red, but are extremely gentle.
After saying this, the elder brother turned and left. The training was about to begin again, and today more people would join them and use this power called the devil.
Pain pierced the bone, like a knife slicing through the body. Unbridled and aggressive magic flowed through the body, bringing not only physical pain but also mental torture day and night. Its existence could not be called happiness, but such a unique power was like a sharp knife and deadly poison, riddling life with struggling barbs and slashing those who attempted to invade.
When the enemy forced them into a desperate situation, some humans chose to fight to the death, and thus the Demon Sequence gradually came into the eyes of the world.
This strange and extraordinary sequence had various severe side effects in its early stages. Practitioners were almost all short-lived, dying from organ and internal organ failure within a few months or even years. However, many more people became insane and mentally ill before their bodies could even reach their limits due to this painful torture.
A few years later, a woman about 20 years old stood in front of a mound and planted a small sapling on the mound.
There was still a light rain in the sky, just like when she was a child many years ago, but now she was alone.
Silently looking at the land where her brother was buried, the grown-up sister turned and left, her soft long hair slowly floating in the air.
After she left, several messengers in red followed, running quickly in the drizzle.
"Lord Senna, we are envoys from the True Red Court. We invite you to the Arrow Poison Valley in the north, where there are beings as noble as you."
"Same?" The woman looked at the gray sky. She no longer had any relatives.
"Yes, you are also called a witch. In fact, you are more noble than anyone can imagine." The apostle replied respectfully.
"What's the point of going there? Just huddling together for warmth? I'm not that kind of fragile person." The awakened Senna is now much stronger than her brother.
"No, we will unite together and use this bright red magic to forge a brand new path." The apostle's tone was so sincere, almost crazy.
At the end of the First Era, an organization called the True Red Court arose among humans. They were all beings who practiced the Demonic Order, and in the midst of this group of people's crazy killing, a country was eventually established in a precarious situation.
This is the first human kingdom, the True Red Empire.
And the little girl named Senna also changed her name and became the witch of the memory purple moon, Selene.
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Time passed quickly, and the centuries-old True Crimson Empire slowly prospered, with the human population growing to nearly 100 million. This was finally no longer tolerated by the orcs, and even the powerful Elf Kingdom began to feel uneasy.
War broke out again.
In the chaos of blood and fire, several great witches of the True Red Empire were killed, and Selene escaped with a few people.
A cabin in a canyon somewhere.
"Heidi, come here, this is Sister Selene." A gentle and mature woman, holding a small figure, greeted the people beside her.
"Hello, Sister Selene." Heidi's black eyes looked at the elegant witch timidly.
"Hello to you too." Selene squatted down and looked at the little girl with loving eyes. Is this her new descendant and family? They are so adorable.
"You must grow up well in the future." She held the little girl in her arms, using her body to warm her nervous heart, allowing her to slowly calm down.
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Time passed quickly, and the little girl grew up and became a beautiful young lady.
Selene and Heidi walked side by side on the hillside, talking slowly to each other.
"Sister Selene, what do you think of the undead? I feel like many people are afraid of and hate me," Hades confided her recent troubles. The wary and cold looks made her feel uncomfortable.
"I think it's amazing, very good." Selene held Hades' wrist.
"They are so naive and confused because they grew up in a stable environment and have never experienced the cruel and difficult times when they had no chance to survive."
“Strength is the foundation of any happiness. Simply escaping and immersing oneself in the beauty of fiction and fantasy is not the path to happiness.”
"You may find a brief moment of relief, but upon waking up you will be filled with emptiness and regret, and once again bow down before reality."
"So, even if this power is painful and dirty, I hope you can hold on to it tightly."
“Because of its existence, I finally felt at peace and reached the other side of reality.”
"Even if it will cause the deaths of countless people, destroy their dignity, and be hated by countless people?" Heidi stopped and looked at the elder beside her.
"Yes."
"You're already an adult, Heidi. If you're pursuing your ideal path, you must be prepared to accept the consequences. Being shaken by a few words from others and not wanting to leave any stain is something you only dream about."
“And some great ideals are destined to sacrifice a few, even tens of millions, of lives.”
“In this way, we can carve out a future in the darkness.”
The two of them slowly stopped at the top of the hill and looked out at the vast wilderness below. There were wisteria crescent flags standing tall, all over the hill.
This army of corpses, spanning states and counties and stretching for hundreds of kilometers, will eventually carve out a new country for mankind amidst the siege of orcs and elves.
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