Linger is not a child, and he will not feel that he can do things that the former Creation Goddess Church, Paradise Country Assyrian and the Assyrian uprising army could not do. Even if he had to do it, that person would not do it.

It should not be themselves, but the queens - or the queens who lift the curse and restore their full strength. Their power is enough to cleanse evil, reshape order, and even to form a witch to fight against each other, and save this world on the verge of collapse.

.As a mortal, his only goal now is to bring the queens and queens safely to the paradise town Assyrian, where only can he find hope for breaking the deadlock.

Seeing that Ringer did listen to his advice, Carson Borg felt relieved, but on the other hand, he regretted that the teachings under the Goddess's crown were so beautiful, but they could not tolerate this dirty world. Since the outbreak of the war,

After even children had to learn to kill and be killed, he rarely saw smiles on the faces of Miche and Kadora. Until just now, he even heard the laughter coming from the Tianxin Church from time to time.

It was as if I had returned to the past, when the colonial war had not yet broken out, the eternal night woodland was still a paradise for adventurers and merchants, and the winding coastline of Josie Beach was not yet occupied by the invaders' steam warships. Occasionally passed by

On the roadside tavern, he would hear people laughing from the heart. Adventurers brag about how they hunted a powerful and dangerous ashes. Merchants discussed where the goods were tightly sold. The naughty boy rushed around under the wine table.

, steal the last slice of roasted venison from the plate when the adults are not paying attention...

He yearns for such a state very much and sometimes wants to join it, but he is the supreme clergyman, the darling of the God of the Original Night, and is destined to be the pride of heaven for the next archbishop. If he walks into the tavern, laughter will be heard.

It will be like falling into the cold winter and being blown out by the wind. Even the tavern owner will crawl in front of him and give him a greeting of awe and fear to him with trembling.

For some people, they feel extremely happy when they look at others' humble posture. He tried it once, but there was only endless bleakness and loneliness. So he always listened silently outside the tavern for a while, and finally left silently and returned.

When I went to my luxuriously decorated but cold and empty prayer room, I don’t know how many times I offered my devout prayers to my god.

Later, the war broke out, and he lost everything and finally felt the feeling of gathering. Among the people around him who fought side by side were adventurers who laughed loudly in the tavern; he took huge risks to help him smuggle materials.

The businessman once showed his philanthropic face by the fire; some young soldiers even swear to follow him to the death, and for the sake of their ideal career, he saw every one of them messing under the table from their hatred-filled faces.

The shadow of the child who runs away, plays by the street, and is lazy under the shade of the trees.

He was finally with them, but he could no longer hear the joyful, sincere, and unrestrained laughter like that day.

Carson Borg didn't care about the difference between the Creation Goddess Church and the Holy Goddess Church, nor did he care about the historical significance of the Assyrian jihad, nor how fearful and disgusting the religious forces in the Eastern Continent were of the goddess' doctrine. He just hoped...

Just make everyone smile again.

If the adults have lost the ability to smile because of hatred, at least, please allow the children who still maintain their innocence and fantasy to gain the power of smiles? As long as they can do this, no matter whether the other party is the Creation Goddess Church or the Holy Goddess Church,

Carson Borg didn't mind.

Unfortunately, it's too short.

Once you learn about the Goddess of Creation and Assyrian land, you may be afraid that these travelers will leave soon. Undoubtedly, they are people with heavy responsibilities, and their great mission and lofty ideals are calling,

I will never stay in the same place for too long. So, how long can the smiles on the faces of those children last? I just hope that this experience will remind them of their identity as a child and continue to smile in the future

Bar.

A smile does not produce power, but it is a kind of power in itself.

Carson Borg came back to his senses and was about to say something to the young man in front of him, but his lips had just opened, and a violent and rapid pain suddenly invaded his mind, washing away his soul like a tide.

, bringing pain and torture like falling into a cold hell. Carson Borg's face almost paled in an instant, and every bone in his body seemed to be whining and trembling under the extreme low temperature, and his blood vessels were

The cold wind that was sharper than a dagger blew, and the blood freezes in it, silting into a dull, iron-green and gray color. You can even see blood vessels bulging through the thin layer of skin, as if you are under the slightest layer of skin.

In one second, you will break free from the shackles and break into the frost in the sky.

"Mr. Carson...Mr.?" Linger was startled when he saw the man's face with pain for the first time, but he quickly reacted: "I'll call someone. Do you need a doctor, or...

Miss Regina?"

"No……"

The man forced a smile on his stiff face and shook his head with difficulty: "No one... needs it... it's not a big problem... but, what I look like next... may be, there may be some

Weird... I hope you don't mind, Linger... Pastor..."

His consciousness seemed a little unconscious. For example, he always called the young man "Mr. Linger" and called him the first time he called the pastor. This was an identity that he had been avoiding from the bottom of his heart.

This situation is not very good no matter how you look at it, right?

Linger couldn't believe it, but Carson Borg smiled at him with apology, and then turned around and left in the other direction with the last trace of reason. The young man did not stop him, nor did he want to stop him.

He just stood there and thought for a while, and finally respected Carson's opinion and did not call others because he had vaguely guessed what this man was experiencing. Perhaps, he was his comrades who did not want to be with him day and night.

See your weak appearance.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But Linger couldn't really sit idly by, so he thought it through and chased after. Carson Borg had no intention of hiding his tracks, and even

It can be thought that he basically moved by instinct, wandering like a wild beast. On the way he was moving forward, trees were knocked down, and the rotten dead leaves blanket was covered with pitch black ice slag, and the roadside

The bushes rotted at the roots, and the branches and leaves after they withered appear as gloomy and dull as the curse wood.

The messy steps lead deeper into the Black Forest. Linge stepped into the darkness without hesitation. When he found the Gray Hill Eagle in a hidden clearing, the man looked so shocked that he could not say anything.

It's a half-word. In the dark and dull woodland, the darkness has become substantial at some point, becoming as sticky as blood, and as gloomy as ink. It flows down from the branches of the dead wood and pours on that

On the painful and lonely figure. Amid the whimpering sound of suppression, the man's back was torn apart, and the miserable white bones grew wildly like branches of a big tree, twisted into a terrifying shape; his muscles were all over his body

It was expanding at an abnormal speed, and the ice-blue blood vessels protruding on the surface spread outwards, and even climbing up to the neck and face, like thorns;

At the spine, ribs and shoulder blades, the pitch-black sprouted through the ground like a tree root that cursed the dead, piercing the flesh and blood, sprinkling thick blood on the ground, and hissing black smoke instantly emerged.

The withered fallen leaves and rotten colony were melted in an instant, leaving only a large trace of dark erosion in place.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the young man even vaguely heard a gloomy and charming voice echoing in the forest, constantly calling the name of the Gray Hill Eagle, echoing between the branches and leaves of the spelled wood and the canopy, quite like in the dark night.

,The wailing sound of the undead and wandering souls is creepy: "Carson...Carson Borg...Addict...Carson Borg...Where are you...When will you return..."

This scene is even more terrifying and breathtaking than the ancient secrets that have been circulating in the eternal night woodland!

Carson Berger, who had become some kind of alien monster, raised his head, his vertical pupils like wild animals were covered with blood, and his mouth was a roar that seemed threatening and warning, and dark blood flowed out from his teeth, just like a crack.

It was like biting off his tongue. But Linger was neither afraid nor backed up, but just stood quietly in place and looked at the monster. Because he could feel that the man's appearance was almost crazy

, but he still retains his own reason, and his willpower far exceeds the pain imposed on him.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard a faint voice from the monster's roar: "You are really... fearless, Pastor Linger..."

As soon as the words fell, the monster's twisted and expanded body miraculously contracted inward, and it actually restored its human form in an instant. There were no twisted white bones, no expanded and raised flesh, no frozen and spreading blood vessels, and even pricked.

The torn clothes were intact, but the pale face of Carson Borg stood there, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

The only thing that makes people convinced this is the fact that the dark bloodshot slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth, which was as clear and dazzling as the ink stains on white paper on his pale cheeks. The Gray Hill Eagle reached out to wipe it away

The bloodstain then swallowed all the blood accumulated in his mouth. At that moment, he looked disgusted on his face, but it was quickly covered up, and he raised his head and showed a helpless smile to the young man.

: "It makes you laugh. I hope I won't let you have lunch when I look like this."

He was still in the mood to joke, and it seemed that nothing serious was wrong.

"Is that what is called erosion and out of control?" Linger asked straight into the air.

The erosion and loss of control of the extraordinary are always something that is terrifying in the mysterious world, and it is also one of the reasons why the ancestor of magic, Merlin Ambroseus, reformed the extraordinary system and created the magic system. In the Western Continent,

The extraordinary has basically been replaced by a magician. The magician avoided the influence of erosion with his weak body at the cost of his weak body. However, in the Eastern Continent, the extraordinary system is still its underlying logic. Even after communicating with the Western Continent, the two

The extraordinary systems of the film continent have mutual contacts, and magic was introduced into the Eastern Continent by Solomon, the "father of modern magic", but the extraordinary people who have long adapted to this system will not easily accept the invasion of an external system.

.

This is actually the first time a young man has witnessed the occurrence of erosion with his own eyes. Fortunately, Carson Borg seems to have been used to it. He used his tenacious willpower to restrain the double oppression from the body and soul, so that the erosion did not evolve.

For worse, it will be out of control. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Strength always comes at a price..."

Carson Borg smiled weakly, not shy away from the fact that he had been eroded. The extraordinary people of the East Continent, as long as they are not beginners who have just embarked on this path, are basically troubled by erosion.

The mainland does not adopt a strategy of forbidding demons against ordinary people like the Western continent. In the churches of every big city, in the extraordinary institutions established by the official, they even go to the mysterious castles and pagan sanctuaries in the rumored rural areas.

All are likely to be exposed to this kind of power. However, since the colonial war began, the Eastern Continent still has no great advantage in high-level combat power. Except for those who are arrogant and noble, they cherish their lives and are unwilling to set foot on the battlefield in person, the erosion phenomenon will be

This is another important reason.

But how many people who volunteer to embark on this path have not been mentally prepared long ago? Some people are not qualified to endure this kind of pain, and going crazy about it is simply another kind of "

Erosion”.

Linger knew this very well. Of course he would not stand on the sidelines and say some sarcastic words. Just think about it, if Carson Borg was not an extraordinary person close to a demigod, the ashes would not be

When it comes to resistance, it is probably difficult to survive, right? Erosion is not absolutely irresistible. In front of young people, there is an example of the erosion that has overcomes by willpower.

Although, no one knows how long his willpower can last.

What really made Linger curious and puzzled is another thing.

"That voice just now," he asked, "Is it also a manifestation of erosion?"

"Voice?" Carson Borg was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the young man in disbelief: "Can you hear it, Pastor Linger?"

"nature."

The sound is so loud and the forest is so quiet, it is difficult for Linger to not hear it.

"this……"

The Gray Hill Eagle stared at the young man with a strange look for a while before retracting his gaze inexplicable reaction. The already weak smile on his face became even more bitter: "Since you have heard it, I'm too."

It's hard to hide anything. In fact, the sound you hear has nothing to do with the erosion, but comes from that guy's call."

"That guy?"

"That's right, that guy who is cowardly, selfish, cruel, cruel, and cold, thinks he is arrogant, but is actually humble to the core."

By this point, Linger probably understood who the guy he was talking about was, but Carson Borg still disdained and insisted on saying his name word by word, and ridicule it openly.

It is enough to prove how despised himself for him, or how firm the enlightenment that draws a line from the past is: "The God of Original Darkness and Eternal Night--"
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