Tyra, your ancestors are back!

Therefore, no one is wrong, or in other words, the clear concept of right and wrong is based on the minority versus the minority. The more this standard is enlarged, the more blurred the boundaries of judgment become.

——When comparing civilizations, countries, and races, and taking the elements of history and times as standards, and then judging whether those individuals in history are right or wrong, justice and evil, only contradictory conclusions can be obtained in the end.

For some people, it is wrong and should not be, but for others, it is necessary and correct——

.....

"Another land cruiser chose to leave our team, teacher."

The young general Sarkaz known as Manfred looked at a land ship in the distance that had already left the team and was about to disappear on the horizon, and reported the news to Teresis who was thinking.

Kazdel once again announced the restoration of the country. The terrorist existence suspected of being the forerunner took action in the Sarkaz civil war. All countries are on the sidelines of the new Kazdel—no matter the news is a heavy bomb for Sarkaz .

It is so heavy that some people can forget the hatred flowing in their blood and chase another possibility of this group.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Manfred...my student—if you're just an ordinary Sarkaz or a young aspiring general..."

"Then you'll choose my sister instead of me."

"Smart people don't sit in a self-destructing truck that's been told it's headed for destruction...because the end is already set and it's wise to jump."

Teresis shook his head, looking at the entire exile fleet from the bridge, when it arrived at the destination of this trip, Londinium in Victoria, the rest of the team would only be the most paranoid among the Sarkaz , the most stubborn existence.

After all, the current Sarkaz is quite different from the meaning of the name itself-"rootless people" have once again returned to their roots.

[Perhaps, Teresia is more suitable to call herself a Tikaz... After all, the name Sarkaz originally refers to Tikaz who lost her hometown...]

Tracy, who was sitting on the throne, was thinking wildly, until she was interrupted by Manfred again.

"But you're a wise man, sir—"

The young General Sarkaz sighed, seeming to recall another visit from His Holiness after the white-haired lady who had beaten her well had left...

"Yeah...we're smart people, but...who isn't?"

"I am, you are, the Gorefiend Lord is, and so are the shapeshifters—the taller they stand, the smarter they are, and besides, the lifespan of the Sarkaz King's Court species can easily be thousands of years, even if it is a donkey. They're all perfect."

.....

Timeline: At the end of the Kazdel Civil War, Alice prepares to leave the Kazdel Glory

The lowest deck—

"On your body...? Come here, successor..."

Kevin, who was going to chat with the little guy in front of him who called himself a kitten egg roll, seemed to have noticed something wrong with the former.

"grown ups?"

The Gorefiend youth (crossed out) looked at the source of the blood in front of him with some doubts. He seemed a little confused, but he obediently approached his ancestor.

"Curse...why do you have these things on your body...?"

The figure of the flames began to contain the body and turned into a young man with white hair and blue eyes. He looked at the blood demon in front of him with a frown, and raised his hand to poke him. In the mind of the blood demon lord, there seemed to be something This kind of mourning accompanied by some kind of unwillingness and grievance always left completely with a scream.

"...how do you feel?"

Looking at the kitty egg roll in front of him, Kevin, who had dispelled a strange curse on him, asked.

"No... there doesn't seem to be... uh..."

The kitten, who seemed to have noticed something, frowned, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"...my craving for something seems to be lessened, uh—or is my spirit getting a kind of relief?"

Looking at his hands, the Gorefiend Monarch felt unbelievable, and then he heard a dull cold snort——

"I dare—"

The ancestor in front of him almost grabbed him suddenly, and the blood demon who hadn't had time to react was accompanied by a sudden burst of pain in his mind, and then passed out.

...

"You mean... there is a curse on Sarkaz's bloodline?"

Tracy and Manfred, who were applying traumatic medicine and blood stasis medicine to their bodies, looked bitterly at the large hole in the floor in front of them.

This big hole was naturally knocked out by a fainted Gorefiend, Mr. Kevin, the ancestor of Sarkaz.

The coercion and long-lasting aura from this white-haired young man made the two Sakaz, who were about to yell loudly, forcefully choke back the swearing of Sakaz in their mouths.

Tracys and Manfred, who could know the identity of the person in front of them just by meeting each other, could only whimper and watch what the "big daddy" of all the Sarkaz people in front of them wanted to do.

"That's right, curses...I'm not good at these overly complicated and delicate psionic skills, so I can only roughly classify them as curses. These more complicated skills are my one who just beat you up." An old friend and another lady's craft."

Kevin put the hapless kitten egg roll in his hand on a chair beside him - the weird curse on the latter had completely receded under Kevin's second blow, and it seemed to be afraid of the existence of this man.

It is this blood demon who has been continuously hit in various senses and may have to sleep well for a long time...

The remaining two Sarkaz looked at each other, seemingly clueless about the so-called curse——

"Maybe I'll contact that old friend and come back to take a look for you...Although it doesn't seem to have any strange effects, it may hide some malicious effects..."

Looking at the question marks all over their heads, Tracy and Manfred seemed to have no clue, Kevin shook his head helplessly.

"She shouldn't have gone far yet - it's still too late..."

"Ancestor, please show mercy!"

Just when Kevin was going to use psychic communication to contact Ms. Alice, who should not have been away for a long time, the two stopped the latter's behavior...

"??"

Looking at the two Sarkaz who didn't even bother to apply the medicine, and jumped directly on his avatar, a question mark appeared on Kevin's forehead, and he began to wonder what Alice had just done on it... .

"Cough, cough, cough—that lady didn't seem to be having a good time before she left...Call her back again..."

Tracy looked at her ancestor who didn't know his name in embarrassment...

"Hiss - I haven't finished applying the medicine yet... That lady is really ruthless in beating people..."

Manfred seemed to have scratched his wound because of the pounce he had just made, so he sucked in a sharp breath.

"...?"

Looking at the two Sarkaz hanging on his lap, Kevin finally shook his head helplessly, giving up the idea of ​​contacting that old friend for the time being...

"Don't touch her things next time..."

Kevin pinched his eyebrows and gave a piece of advice.

"Uh...that war behemoth is the personal property of that white-haired strange lady...?"

Hearing such a piece of advice, Manfred was the first to have a question mark on his head.

"It's pretty much the same... Those Titans are Alice's favorite things... especially the Warmaster Titans."

"Leave that aside...so do you guys have any clues? About that curse...?"

"Well...can you tell me how this curse exists and works? I have read a lot of Sarkaz witchcraft books...Maybe there are some references?"

The fate of the entire ethnic group is at stake, and Tracy's expression has gradually become serious and serious... After all, the Sarkaz clan has existed for thousands of years.Before this, no one had ever mentioned that there was a curse in the bloodline, and even if there was, it would probably be scoffed at by everyone.

But - if these words come from the blood source of the ethnic group, this weight has to make him take this issue seriously.

"By the way, you said it's a curse in your blood... as the source of a group of Sarkaz, don't you have it?"

And Manfred also seemed to think of something and asked a question.

"This is the strangest thing...I can't feel this curse through the so-called blood bond...but in your body, the "curse" really exists."

"And when I intend to help some of you erase this "weird" curse, they will passively emerge from the blood and spirit to combine with everything and replenish."

"It's as if this curse has always coexisted with your successors... and I am an unrelated passerby."

"It will not affect me...nor will it appear on me, it will only affect you who succeed..."

Kevin, who conveyed his feelings to the successors, looked at the pensive Tracy and Manfred quietly waiting for a reply.

"...Teacher, according to this description, in Sarkaz's bloodline...is that existence?"

Manfred, who seemed to have some clues, looked at Tracys with a questioning look...

"Not sure... But, if I really want to say it, there is no other existence in Sarkaz's blood..."

The short discussion seemed to quickly allow the master and apprentice to determine their goals. They looked at Kevin who was waiting for an answer and gave their guesses.

"Ancestor... We think... the curse you refer to is probably a hidden consciousness in Sarkaz's bloodline..."

"The hidden consciousness in the blood?"

Kevin raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Our Sarkaz has a legend, or ability - when a Sarkaz dies, his soul, memory and will will return along the ancient blood of the Sarkaz."

"The purer the blood, the firmer the will, the more "quantity" that can be passed back to the Sarkaz blood...These mixed souls, memories and will represent the ancient Sarkaz people Inheritance... is a very important existence of the Sarkaz people."

"...It seems that I have to contact Ms. Alice - according to your description, this is probably not a "curse" at all. A formed subspace consciousness is far more troublesome than any curse... "

"It's up to you this time..."

Kevin, who frowned tightly, directly dialed the communication of a woman who hadn't been far away...

"Alice, you may need to come back for a while... The problems with these successors may be more troublesome than we expected..."

And when Kevin notified them, Tracys and Manfred were in a panic when they saw something bad happened, as if they were looking for various protective equipment...

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"Where are they...Kevin?"

Miss Alice didn't go far, but just returned to the deck of the Kazdel's Glory... she came back very quickly.

"..."

At this moment, the young man who was questioned looked at the two humanoid armor frames in front of him with a twisted face...

It was Teresis who dug out a whole set of gothic knight armor and put it on himself from nowhere, and Manfred who couldn't find anything, so he found a bucket and put it on his head...

"...that's stupid."

Following the young man's gaze, Alice's mouth twitched when she also noticed the strange two.

.......

"It is indeed a Void Realm entity, and can only be regarded as a demigod. To say that he is a Void Realm sub-god would be an exaggeration."

As a specialist in this area, Alice quickly came to a conclusion.

"So it can be solved? Alice—"

"It's quite troublesome-this entity is related to the concept of [specific XX ethnic group], and most of them are composed of extreme negative emotions such as paranoia, resentment and anger...and the Saka Here's bloodline as the carrier."

"Squeezing it to death directly will cause serious damage to the spiritual level of all Sarkaz people... Maybe it will make at least half of the group's idiots..."

"This is why Kevin, you will not be affected by the curse in Sarkaz's bloodline, and you can't even find the root cause... You don't belong to "Sarkaz" in concept, but the old human beings, or the immortals, are not in His In [Field]."

Alice shrugged at Kevin—

"This consciousness should also be the source of Sarkaz's almost bewildered desire to rebuild Kazdel and revenge... It has been destroyed more than 3000 times, and I can't think of any other reason why the head is still so strong..."

"Of course, there is no solution. You need to prepare a huge place to create a ceremony, Tracys - then I will teach you how to transfer the entire consciousness into a concrete entity."

"And when this entity is destroyed, you can truly free yourself from the influence of this "ethnic subconscious"... That's the bad thing about the Black Crown... it is very easy to create some weird subspace life... .”

Alice looked at Tracys in front of her——

"Okay...what do I need to do...ma'am?"

"A war weapon... the bigger the better, the more outrageous the better - of course I don't want you brats to dig our graves. This thing must be made by the Sakaz people themselves."

"Only in this way will it actively or passively leave the Void Realm, and fully possess itself on the weapon that "it" or you think is sufficient to complete the "Sarkaz Revenge"."

Chapter 2 You won't be a real sister-in-law, will you? Just like your ancestors!

Some people move forward with hope towards the future, some people carry the past to bury it, and there is always someone who wants to be the gravedigger...

Seeing another land cruiser leave the team, Teresis, who chose to set off to return to Kazdel's embrace, that lady and the end of the ancestor's last communication——

...

"You mean...the existence that has been driving the Sakaz people to constantly choose to return to the country and continue to fight...to embark on this paranoid and crazy path...is such a person..." thing"?"

Tracy didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment...

"Young man...don't you think...recovering the country more than 3000 times—even if it takes ten thousand years, it's a bit outrageous?"