He said: "I have rarely heard of such gods. I have only heard of the evil gods of the abyss."

The snake man also said: "Indeed, there are very few rumors about this god among the people in the Land of Light, because he has almost no believers."

"But most people on the great island of Ruh and among the powerful have heard of this terrible god."

"He seems to be inextricably related to the Abyss, but he also seems to have a strong conflict with the Abyss."

"But these are just rumors."

"For us, there is no doubt that his power is great."

"As long as you are paid attention to and entangled with him, even death is a gift." "I heard that curses have appeared in many places in Tugezman recently. You should have heard about it from here. You should be careful.

, don’t get contaminated by these things.”

But what the snake man didn't expect was that the other party not only heard about it, but also experienced it himself.

The other party's admonishment did not make Nite shrink back, but made him unable to help but question.

"Since such an evil god appeared in Tugezman, why didn't the Holy Mountain of Light and the messengers of heaven punish and stop him?"

The other party looked at Nite and said something.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

Nite: "What are you talking about?"

Snake Man: "There is no god on the Holy Mountain of Light."

Nite didn't believe it, how could there be no God on the Holy Mountain of Light?

My mother said that they were once a family of archangels under the Holy Mountain of Light, but they were persecuted for some reason and escaped.

The Holy Mountain of Light exists, and angels also exist, so God naturally also exists.

Nite could not resist an evil god, but he thought that if the god of winged men, the great king of angels, knew that the evil god had come to this land, he would definitely not tolerate the evil god doing whatever he wanted.

In the small building where he lived, Nit pulled up the curtains in his room and could see that he had spent a lot of time setting up a ritual formation in the hall.

He was holding an old book left by his mother, Mikina, with the seal of the Archangel clan on it. This was an extraordinary book that would definitely be snatched and broken if it appeared outside.

"Ancient Dream Ritual!"

"God's name."

"Prayer."

"The spirit and the sacrifice, and the name of the person who performed the ceremony."

"as well as………"

Nite carefully checked all the details of the ceremony. This was a ritual process written in the book to communicate with the mysterious existence in Mengjie, but he wrote the name of the King of Angels on the name of the communication.

He whimsically wanted to communicate with the gods of Shangyi Ren in this way. Teenagers and children are always so innocent.

He always likes fantasy, and feels that the world will really respond to their fantasy. He feels that if God knows what the evil god has done, he will definitely punish him or even kill that guy.

He felt that the God of Winged Man was very powerful, at least much more powerful than the Lord of Purgatory.

He thought while inspecting the ritual.

"If God knew, he would never let that guy go." "He killed so many people, so many living people."

"The people in this town are all good people."

"God will not allow His people to be defiled by evil gods."

He hated that guy so much that he had already begun to imagine the scene of such an evil and depraved guy disappearing into thin air under the holy light of God.

But as he thought about it, another idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If I could see God, why not ask Him to resurrect my mother?"

Nite was stunned for a moment.

His actions in arranging the ceremony slowly stopped.

"Yeah, if I can see God, why don't I ask Him to resurrect the people in this town?

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"God is omnipotent, isn't that what everyone says?" "So..."

"So a small matter like resurrecting the dead should be easy for them!"

"That must be the case."

Suddenly, the thoughts of revenge in his mind disappeared little by little.

The desire for revenge seems to have become less important when faced with the matter of resurrecting my mother.

For the first time, he felt a desire for something in his heart. The desire was so strong that it was as if a big tree was growing out of his chest, opening up his flesh, blood, and blood vessels.

It made his chest feel tight and itchy.

Make him impatient.

He stood up excitedly and kept wandering around the ritual formation. "Yes!"

"If...if God can resurrect my mother, I won't have to be alone."

"I can go back to our home again."

"If God can restore the people in this town, I can return to my hometown again and everything will be the same as before."

Nite couldn't sleep all night, or he couldn't sleep since a long time ago.

Because as soon as he falls asleep, the dead people in the town and his mother will appear next to him and whisper to him.

He seemed to be telling his own pain and why Nite had not avenged them yet.

Talking.

Why are you the only one left alive?

He just waited until dawn, waiting for the best moment for the ceremony mentioned in the book.

In the hall.

Nite lit the candle and knelt before the ceremony, so pious and humble that he did not dare to slack off at all.

He performed the ceremony seriously, chanted prayers, and chanted the name of God. He started the ceremony, then closed his eyes and waited.

but.

The ceremony was silent.

He opened his eyes, the night wind blew the curtains, and the candlelight flickered.

But nothing happened, the gods did not respond to him, as if they did not hear his call.

He checked it again and then tried it again, but it still didn't take effect.

Nite anxiously tried many times, until he missed the so-called best moment, he stopped.

All his expectations and desires were in vain. He stood empty in front of the window, his form representing the dead reflected on the ground.

He didn't understand why this happened, and suddenly the words of the snake man from a distant country came to his mind.

"The Holy Mountain of Light."

"There is no God."

Nite said excitedly.

"impossible!"

"There must be something wrong with the method."

"It must be like this, it must be like this."

Even if he believed that the gods were stingy with their gifts to him, he did not want to believe that Yiren did not have gods.

On the other hand, it is even more difficult for him to accept that his expectations have been disappointed.

Next.

Nite once again tried various methods, constantly adjusting the ritual and singing in various languages ​​and chanting methods.

However, none of them worked.

Nite's expectations went from high, to decadent, and finally to silence. On this day.

He also bought the materials for the ceremony from the black market. For this reason, he also sold a few extraordinary books left by his mother, even though he was a little reluctant to part with them.

His ghostly shadow flitted under the streetlight, as if he was afraid that others would see his true appearance, although ordinary powerful people could not see through the obstruction of his cloak.

After returning home.

He put down those things and sat on the table.

"Will it succeed?"

He asks himself this question every time, and this time, there is not much expectation in his tone.

He is still continuing, but already feels that this method may not be successful.

It was only the strong desire in his heart that kept him repeating it over and over again.

He leaned back on the chair, feeling a little tired.

It's spiritual fatigue.

He stared directly at the candlelight in the darkness, and his mind fell into deep thought again.
To be continued...