His thoughts were forcibly interrupted, and the overwhelming darkness came. In panic, Klein only had time to close his eyes, and the strong darkness enveloped his spiritual body, depriving him of all rights except breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, the lightless and soundless darkness suddenly shook. He vaguely felt the lake, and caught the biting feeling of the cold wind blowing against his face.
When his feet felt real again, he found that everything in front of him had changed.
Where is this?
His thoughts were freed from the solidification bit by bit. Klein slowly opened his eyes and saw that the "substitute" on his right hand was emitting an unprecedented dazzling light. The "Fool" symbol that appeared completely seemed to be fighting against an unknown force, shattering into pieces. crack.
Katsa.
Following a soft sound in his mind, Klein suddenly felt sluggish in his limbs. He completely got rid of the Mo Lake covering his eyes, and saw clearly the lingering eternal fog in the sky and the crimson circle hiding in the corner of the sky.
Klein, who already had rich experience in time travel, was not as panicked as he was the first time. He just instinctively closed the thread of the spirit body that was attracted by the inexplicable gravity, and barely escaped the tragic end of becoming a puppet for no apparent reason.
The "secret" enemy won't chase him here, right?
Klein's joints crackled, and he didn't bother to continue checking his own condition. He first looked around to confirm his surroundings.
Seeing that half of it was normal and had figures moving around, while the other half was more of a ruined wall that was scorched black and had smooth sections that destroyed the overall structure. Klein looked at the fragmented town in front of him and cautiously did not move.
He had read in the literature of the Nighthawks that in the early fifth era, many small towns that were unfortunate enough to be neighbors of out-of-control Level 1 sealed objects would strangely maintain a semblance of normality even after being completely destroyed by the sealed objects. , luring ignorant outsiders in.
"Say hello to Antigonus for me..."
After waiting for a while, Klein found that the surroundings were still peaceful and no figure in the distance approached him, silently repeating the "Blade of Tranquility"'s last unclear words.
He glanced at a dilapidated hut near him, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no response from divination and spiritual intuition, he tentatively opened the door.
In a room made of grass and trees, a wooden table with a corner missing is all that is in the house. The surface is covered with heavy dust.
Klein looked around to make sure there was no one, then took four steps backwards with a familiarity, hoping to break the current dilemma of knowing nothing by climbing into the gray mist.
After all, it is much better to chat with the "Secret" guy who has lived for who knows how long than wandering around here risking the danger that may appear at any time.
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."
He took a confident step back...and then slipped shamefully.
Ignoring the pain, Klein rolled over as he sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted into his ears.
"Secret?"
"Secret!"
The dilapidated room was as quiet as when he pushed it away. Even the dust on the table was still lying there quietly, as if the years here had long been frozen and would not be moved by external factors.
"This..." Klein listened to the sound of the wind outside the window, his eyes narrowed, and he was stunned for a few seconds.
This is the first time he has been cut off from the "mystery".
But "Mystery" is a true god who existed during the time of the Creator. What other power can stop her?
"Zhou Mingrui?" He thought for a moment, then changed his approach and shouted into his ear.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fog that filled the sky over the entire town suddenly became gloomy. The crimson moon hid in the clouds, and the entire town fell into extreme silence. Even the silhouette of the figure in the lake that could be seen through the window frame disappeared.
Gone, replaced by an irresistible coldness.
"Stop shouting. Do you really want to wake up the man on the top of the mountain and take me with you to report to the underworld?"
A fire emitting heat appeared out of thin air in front of Klein's eyes. He looked for the source of the sound, only to find that the entire hut could not stop screaming. A big furry hand grabbed the roof, grabbing the entire thatched hut.
Got up.
Klein looked at the huge demonic wolf holding on to the thatched hut, touched the spiritual warning of sudden depression, and snapped his fingers with a dull expression.
The demon wolf glanced at him, and stretched out his free hand into the air. The next moment, an extremely clear starry sky appeared above the heads of the wolf and the other, fighting against the cold mist coming from all directions.
After doing all this, the demonic wolf found time to say:
"Can't you calm down for a while, Your Excellency Zhou Mingrui?"
"Do you know my name?" Klein Tongkong was shocked. He looked blankly at his right hand without the flame, and then looked at the familiar sky. The uneasiness in his heart disappeared a lot.
"Don't you know my name too?"
The demon wolf snorted, and its huge body like a hill climbed down, stirring up a burst of dust.
She looked at the biting cold mist retreating to the top of the mountain in the distance, removing the starry sky above her head, closed her front paws, and made a wish.
"I hope this property can be quarantined for a while."
The air floated silently, and although there were no obvious changes, Klein still felt that some kind of change had occurred in the environment, but he still did not relax his control on the thread of his spiritual body.
"Please forgive my recklessness... Lord Demon Wolf." Klein hesitantly glanced at the demon wolf with a salty face, and decided to use the most primitive method to obtain some information.
"I don't know your name, just like I don't know where this place is."
"have no idea?"
The demon wolf suddenly raised his voice, raised his eyebrows in a humane manner, and looked at Klein in disbelief.
"You left me here alone for so long and even met Fran. How could you not know my name?"
"Haven't you ever read your own scripture?"
Holy Scripture? Fran?
Does she know Ms. Amani?
Seeing Klein's confused face, she casually stopped explaining and recited the fragment that had been added to the last version of the holy book of the "God of Mysteries" without her consent.
"The last one is the heir of another ancient god, the youngest son of the 'Destroyer', the prince of the twisted era..."
"stop!"
For some reason, when he heard this description again, Klein felt a deep sense of shame for no reason. He connected the various information mentioned by the demon wolf just now, and the demon wolf crawling on the ground no longer recited it, but just said
The deputy stared at him unhappily, as if waiting to see when he would remember.
"You...are Antigonus?"
“Is he the last angel under ‘Mystery’?”
Klein tentatively expressed his guess, but found that the expression of the demon wolf was suddenly strange, and his originally clear eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of pain and sadness, as if something was about to wake up from a dream.
The giant plush body of the demon wolf collapsed instantly, squirming and twisting like a melted candle.
Before he could react, a pale hand strangled his throat.
The thin young man transformed from a demonic wolf covered half of his face in pain with a ferocious expression.
She lifted Klein into the air with one hand, and stared at the frightened and confused young man with her dark eyes. The more confusion she saw in his eyes, the angrier she felt.
The young elder's cheeks with thick black short hair were twisted with anger, breaking the contradictory beauty of oldness and youth, sanity and madness, leaving only absolute resentment.
"enough!"
"Antigon...Zhou Mingrui, look what you have turned me into!"
The young man carried Klein step by step to the border of the blocked area, forcefully turned his face and rushed towards the town in the distance, gritting his teeth and roaring:
"Look at this town and what you've turned it into!"
"You imprisoned me here, imposed a joke-like mission on me, linked my fate to that crazy piece of meat, constantly fed me your chaotic and meaningless memories, and tried to assimilate my thoughts to be beautiful.
It’s called the extension of spirituality!”
“Isn’t your country proud of its benevolence and righteousness?”
"How come I don't see any kindness and righteousness towards me and our siblings in you?"
"Wait..." Klein caught the unusual word in the young man's mouth, and struggled with his hands to break open the pale palm that was holding him back, but failed to move even a bit.
The young man seemed tired of yelling, and seemed to be brewing even greater anger. She took the initiative to let go of Klein's hand, and her face that had been occupied by madness regained a touch of calm.
"Have you forgotten who I am and want to know where this is?"
"I can tell you."
Feeling the collision of two completely different lives and memories in his mind, the consciousness belonging to the son of the ancient god briefly regained its sovereignty.
She looked at Klein, who was tightly bound to the ground and unable to move. His long, half-white hair was flying in the wind, and his facial features were both old and youthful, and his face was ashen.
"I am Antigonus who was forced to accept the memories of the past by you."
"And this is the Kingdom of Night that was destroyed by you and the 'Dark Night'. It is also an unknown mountain peak when this planet was still called the Earth."
...
Outside the edge of Backlund's East District, there is a temporary treatment point set up by the Harvest Church.
Emlyn White was wearing a priest's robe and standing next to a large iron pot set up outside the tent. Sometimes he threw different herbs into it, and sometimes he glanced sideways at the corpses piled up by official Beyonders not far away.
He stirred the iron pot and waited for the water to boil. His handsome but not masculine face frowned.
Harvest Church is not far from the East District. At midnight last night, with the excellent sense of smell of the vampires, he had already smelled the pungent smell coming from the East District, but he never thought that such a thing would happen nearby.
As soon as the Archbishop of the Storm Church's hurricane cleared the smog over the Eastern District, he was pulled to the edge of the Eastern District by Bishop Utravsky. After friendly exchanges with the Church of the Night Goddess, he obtained permission to build a temporary treatment point.
Then I have been working until now.
When he watched batches of civilians suffering from diseases walking out of the East District, he was still calm; when he saw official extraordinary people carrying out countless corpses, he was just worried about the next work.
It's probably going to be a problem.
But when he saw the large number of "demonic" corpses smuggled out by the Church of Steam early this morning, Emlyn was shocked.
What really happened in EastEnders last night?
As an ordinary vampire who lives between home and Harvest Church every day, he had only vaguely heard that "demons" had appeared in Backlund recently. He was also secretly glad that Harvest Church was safe enough and protected by a priest. He never thought that it would happen.
There are so many "demons" popping up, and I can't even imagine that these "demons" have almost turned the East District into a dead city.
Is the end really coming?
Emlyn thought of the oracle of his ancestors and the god in the gray mist not long ago, and with intense uneasiness, he started to stay still.
"Aren't the herbs ready yet?"
Suddenly, a mellow voice brought back the vampire's thoughts that were drifting away. Emlyn trembled slightly and looked behind him hurriedly.
"It can be packed now."
As he spoke, he picked up the bottle he had prepared in advance and filled it with enough herbs according to the dosage.
While his hands were busy, he quickly glanced at the tall figure beside him and said with some hesitation:
"Father, how many people died in the East District?"
Bishop Utravsky, who had just finished comforting the refugees, wiped his hands, lowered his head and replied:
"The official figures from the kingdom have not yet been given, but judging from the information given by the Church of the Night, this may account for nearly one-third of the population in the Eastern District."
one third!
Emlyn's hand holding the herbs froze, but he quickly continued working, but the shock in his blood-red eyes remained for a long time.
He remembered that a reporter's previous report had written that there are now at least 1.35 million residents in the Eastern District.
And one-third, that is to say, the place less than 200 meters away from him, 400,000 people died in one night...
"There are fifty bottles in total." Emlyn's voice suddenly became much muffled. He put the endless potions into the priest's hands, and the two of them walked towards the tent together.
Inside the simple tent, tattered quilts and newspapers were piled all over the ground. There were even many small nests like this piled outside the tent, where plague-infected and wounded people lay sleeping or groaning in pain.
Emlyn and Father Utravsky cooperated, each carrying a portion of the medicine, and started distributing it from two directions.
After a while, Emlyn, who finally handed out the last bottle of potion, accepted the thanks from an injured person uncomfortably and silently returned to the priest.
He looked at the priest, who still had no expression on his face. There were words of complaint stuck in his mouth but he couldn't come out.
"Father."
Bishop Utravsky looked over while counting the bottles in his arms.
"You should know that there are not many believers of the Mother Goddess here."
"Of course." Father Utravsky smiled slightly, "but this does not hinder our work."
"They are also lives, innocent lives."
He looked at Emlyn, took the bottle, turned and walked towards a pot of boiling water, and put all the bottles in his hand into it.
"All life is the mother's child. Although the holy scriptures teach us that life is just a closed loop from birth to return to the soil, this does not mean that we can ignore the equally important part in the middle, the journey of life."
"Innocent people were deprived of the right to travel by disaster, and our mission is to help those who still have the opportunity to return to the journey. This is also fulfilling the Church of the Mother Goddess."
Seeing the priest devoutly praising the Mother Goddess, Emlyn moved his lips, but was unable to say anything to refute. He just turned his attention again to the poor people in the tent who were either dying or were likely to suffer from the root of the disease in the future.
Emlyn White, you are one of the keys mentioned in the revelation.
After understanding the harm caused by disaster, perhaps that is the real opportunity for you to answer my question.
The words from different high-ranking people echoed in Emlyn's mind. He closed his eyes and wanted to raise the corners of his mouth, but it was difficult to find the joy he felt when he was just announced as the "savior".