In the last second, Yaroslav felt countless weights like pure steel pressing on his soul, as if trying to force his loyal and unyielding soul out of this aging and damaged body.
But the next second, he was bathed in a holy light that seemed to have been forged by the true master himself, and came from the human world to a town familiar with the wind of industrial steam.
"Ah, here?" Yaroslav looked around and sighed:
"It has only been a few decades, and even the remaining glimmer of life here has been swallowed up by the endless night. It seems that not only my people are getting old, but the world is also beginning to age."
This is the town of "Blood Bright". The sky here is always filled with a dense blood mist that symbolizes doom and death. The sun seems to never emerge from the nearly twilight clouds, and still only reveals a little orange.
The tail comes to infect a small sea of orange around it.
Different from the prosperous industrial city in Yaroslav's memory, here there is only an empty shell made of steel, countless tall buildings and the tower that almost reaches the clouds. In the empty dead streets
In the alley, there is a trace of warm memories with an atmosphere of fear.
Walking forward unconsciously, Yaroslav discovered that the rows of shops that had been prosperous and lively a long time ago had long been deserted, and even the neon signs that should have retained a trace of light had become dim, silent, and without any trace of light.
It's so bright.
Countless industrial waste overflowed from the corners and scattered on the edge of the street. Skeletons lying on the street corners could be seen everywhere. The slime almost gathered at the intersection to form a sticky "lake" that exuded a disturbing, frightening and nauseating stench.
.
Everything here, including Putoian-style buildings, Krusted-style buildings and a few so-called Khitanris buildings, were only empty shells. He walked quickly through the room and reached a position near the end, and Yaroslav discovered that,
The cobblestone path that should have been covered with green shade is now covered with a layer of human blood, as well as countless pitiful lifeless light spots composed of demonic power. When Yaroslav walked by, it actually stirred up...
A whirlwind of pitiful ashes made of points of light.
"She...seems not to be old, but dead..." Yaroslav sighed softly again, trotting forward quickly along the path with a very rare lightness.
Soon, a thick fog filled the surrounding area that made people feel confused, sleepy and confused. A few minutes later, the city and the paths disappeared together in the thick fog. The huge red sun was suspended in the sky as if it was very close, and in front of it was
It is the "Otvetsina Garden" that Yaroslav is very familiar with.
"You...are here? Long time no see, my [lover]." Princess Danivia, wearing a heavy Krusted palace-style dress, floated from the grass covered with gravel, dust and rubble with a suspended figure.
The posture "went" to Yaroslav.
"I've said before, I'm not your [lover]. Your lover is the Zhnez prince who died in the civil war long ago. His body is still buried under the Zhnetsk Cathedral. That
The 'Hanging Eagle' pistol that killed him is still lying in the royal storage room of the Zhne people." Yaroslav retorted, saying it was no different from what he said when he came here decades ago.
Every time he arrived in the past, whether actively or passively, Yaroslav would always take a closer look at the Danivian princess, and then wake up from a wonderful dream.
But this time, after just one glance, he lowered his head and stared at the gray lawn, not daring to raise his head again.
At this moment, except for the outline of Princess Danivia's appearance, which barely maintains a human posture, every corner of her body is mixed with many things that are not human.
I don’t know what happened, but only the left half of Danivia’s head was left at this moment, and the right part was completely missing. It looked like a piece of watermelon that had been dug out with a huge spoon, and there was a rancid "watermelon" flowing that made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
juice".
Her eyes completely turned into transparent rubies, with no whites or eyeballs, as if all the tissue in the brain had been fused together by some extraordinary force.
Her body was covered with thick bloodstains, and her left arm seemed to have been chewed off by some large beast. It lost all traces, leaving only jagged fractures, and her feet were covered with neither shoes.
, instead of flesh and blood and skin, there was nothing left, only a pair of shiny white bones, which looked very much like the skeleton specimens in museums and hospitals for people to study and watch.
As long as Yaroslav stared up at this body for more than five seconds, these horrific parts would quickly erode his mental realm, leaving permanent damage that was difficult to repair.
However, due to the slight emotions caused by the many visits, he still sighed softly and asked in a concerned tone:
"What happened? Princess Danivia."
Danivia did not answer directly, but bright juice flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and she floated back into the already crumbling pavilion in a suspended manner. With her back to Yaroslav, a terrifying and bloody figure was revealed.
The man with long black hair replied:
"The world is angry, you know? My love, the world is angry."
"Angry? What do you mean?" Yaroslav asked slightly angrily:
"Is it possible that in order to convey one or two incomprehensible nonsense to me, you have to drag me into the 'Blood Bright' and 'Otvecina' again? You have to know that I am a pure human being, and I have no
I don't have the power of magic, and I don't have 'divine nature'. My body doesn't support me in cultivating the power of magic, and it can't let me associate with extraordinary power.
"Every time I leave here, I have to suffer a big or small misfortune and misfortune, either due to physical damage or making mistakes due to mental trance. If I hadn't been on an important day fifteen years ago,
I was called here by you during the 'Battle of the Unintentional Wave of Volika', and I will not ruin the lives of more than ten thousand brothers in vain because of a mistake in judgment."
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You are not to blame for that war. I used tarot cards to help you divine it. It was bound to fail. But because of you, it did not cause extreme consequences.
Serious consequences." Danivia retorted:
"If you don't command, the lives of those soldiers will also end. This is fate. This is the ability that reincarnation gives us to see the development of all things. After all, there was no power at that time that could completely restrain the hair ball monster created by Orleans Nova. This is
It is the injustice left by the old empire, and it is also the last test before you can truly possess divinity."
"Bah! Use the life of your own [warrior] to gain divinity? Even if you become a god, he is still an evil god!" Yaroslav spat and said seriously.
"[Lover], I think you are not really feeling guilty because of your [Soldier], but because after that incident, you were removed from all positions and assigned to a small place in the Capital Strategy Group to become an insignificant person.
Low-level security personnel with no rank to speak of." Princess Danivia raised the corners of her mouth and said in a frighteningly childish voice:
"You just regret the power and status you lost. Although you have completely given up your evil thoughts and delusions about illusory things after the downturn, at that time, at that moment, you must have regretted the power.
"Yaroslav, we humans are always a combination of despicable and noble, always synonymous with selfishness and fearlessness. We always struggle in the complex human nature, and in the end we destroy all the 'divinity' given to us by the gods."
"I don't understand what you mean, Danivia," Yaroslav said.
"Actually, in the history of the mainland, after seven epochs, it did not immediately enter the so-called Zero Era, but an 'Age of Ancient Gods' that cannot be recorded in any way. At that time, the people who ruled the entire west of the ocean
The "Dipser Continent" is the "Council of the Gods" such as the old gods Cthulhu and Dipser; the person who rules this ancient continent is the ancestor of the dragon family, the "Spiritual Lord of All Beasts" Frapworski, who
It governs the newly born dragon clan and the original 18 races including humans; and the one who controls the east of the Khitan Reese, including the "Jue Island Territory" in the south, is the "Eternal Giant God King" Hongfu. Legend has it that he is the real leader of the Khitan Reese people.
Ancestors, or the creator gods who created the world in mythology." Davinia said:
"Originally, the three supreme gods formed the 'Illusory Peace Alliance' to jointly explore ways for life to escape from this cycle of reincarnation. However, it was only because humans continued to sow discord among the three that a war finally broke out that caused the planet to enter an ice age.'
Three gods fighting fiercely'."
"This is all a long time ago. Human beings at that time were not the same as human beings now. We have experienced the wasteland era that lasted hundreds of years, and we have already begun to abandon those despicable thoughts that seem to be carved into our bones."
Yaroslav retorted.
"The 'Unintentional Man Virus' is indeed the doomsday judgment brought down by the gods and lords on mankind with the help of Ivan XXII, but those who survive are either despicable people who are extremely despicable and appear to be extraordinarily noble, or they are extremely kind
Descendants of angels, so it gave you the illusion." Princess Danivia took off the broken head from her neck, rubbed the sore muscles, and continued:
"The anger of the world cannot be calmed down naturally, just as the sequence card 'Wrath' tells us. 'Angry' is called 'phionu' in Chinese, and any sequence card that has been tested by the power of the gods will appear.
Such a picture."
"What picture?" Yaroslav asked curiously.
"The sky is pure white, and the gods in charge of the water source are desperately trying to rain down snow and ice. Endless tides come with the waves from the dark ocean. Poor and humble human beings in ragged clothes come from all directions with buckets. In the center of the picture
It is a flame erupting from the ancient temple underground, and all efforts are made to extinguish it. However, all actions are in vain, and the flames still spurt out angrily." Danivia explained.
"So, you just want to warn me that the wrath of the gods has already started, and once it starts, it cannot be quelled, and you want me to give up?" Yaroslav said angrily.
"That's not the case." Danivia shook her body a few times and said:
"I just want to tell you before my poor body cursed by the gods dissipates: the dark red has arrived, hope for the future, bloody divinity, and residual flames are stirring. The angry flame is red, following its kind to pursue,
You will surely reach the other side where the gods echo."
As soon as Princess Danivia finished speaking, her hard-supported body finally exploded from the middle, turning into a glorious, soft and sad bloody mist.
At the same time, the "Otvesina Garden" and "Bright Town of Blood", which had been struggling to maintain so far, finally collapsed completely and turned into a pile of powder covered with yellow sand.
Yaroslav knew that these two places in an illusory realm had finally completed their missions. They would disappear forever in the long river of history, and they would also be completely returned to the great people along with the disappearing alien plane.
The magnificent universe created by the sleeping Creator.