Just from the name, you can tell that this village is quite extraordinary. They have been spreading the legend of the Giant of Light since ancient times, and even their ancestors were saved by the Giant of Light.
One of the little boys who fell asleep was having a nightmare. It was a scene of a glorious civilization being destroyed, and endless blood and fire filled the civilization.
The wailing and screaming sounds are endless, just like the legendary eighteen levels of hell, making people feel desperate.
Suddenly, a low murmur passed over the little boy's body. In just a moment, the nightmare was shattered, and a strong sense of crisis filled his heart.
He screamed and sat up, breathing heavily. His body was soaked with sweat, and the animal skins on the bed were a little wet, making him look very embarrassed.
The surrounding houses made of wood did not give him any sense of security. He could only huddle in the corner of the wooden bed and tremble, unable to say any words at all.
The beautiful woman in the same room with him was frightened by this sudden change. She quickly sat up and looked at her child with the bright moonlight.
When she discovered the strange scene, she quickly stepped forward, hugged the little boy, and comforted her with a gentle voice: "Amoy, are you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a dream. Mom is here.
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The woman hugged the seven or eight-year-old boy tightly, constantly comforting her with a gentle voice, and gently stroked the boy's head with one hand, trying to eliminate the boy's fear with maternal love.
"Don't... don't... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [th, ooohhhhhhh..." Amoy slowly woke up from the fear just now under the comfort of his mother, but this awakening also made him start to whimper and hug him back tightly.
own mother.
As a mother, Resana has never felt that kind of fear in her own child.
She just kept comforting her, and the soft nursery rhymes gently emerged from her mouth, filling the barely airtight wooden house, making people clearly feel the greatness of their mother.
Amoy gradually stopped sobbing and fell asleep slowly in her mother's arms. The despair in her dream seemed to be completely soothed by the singing, allowing this seemingly unusual boy to sleep happily.
Resana's eyes showed distress, and she stopped gently stroking the boy's head. Although she didn't know what happened to her child, she knew that her mother's presence would always be her child's most solid backing, and she only needed to hold her like this.
Just leave it on.
In another wooden house not far from this wooden house, a figure sitting cross-legged opened her eyes. She heard the song stop, and there was a lot of worry in her eyes.
What was that sound just now? Why was she afraid?
Is that prophecy... true?
If Cao Ze were here, he would be surprised to find that the woman in the white wizard robe looks almost exactly like the woman in his memory who desperately tried to persuade him and Diga to stop.
It seems to be called... You Lian!
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On the plains extremely far away from the village.
Cao Ze's figure slowly emerged from scratch. As the origin of the evil god, finding Qijela has become an instinctive existence.
That's why Cao Ze emerged from the void and looked at the ground beneath his feet, and then there was a rare trace of emotion in his extremely indifferent eyes.
It seems...angry?
This is not surprising. When He first came to Blue Star, there were tens of thousands of Qijeras here. Monsters were everywhere, and flowers blooming almost all over the world were his favorite things.
And now?
There is only half a slightly energetic seed left. Anyone who sees this will be angry, right?
That is His favorite thing, and it goes without saying that after 30 million years of sealing, there are almost no Qijela seeds in the universe. After all, the king of the Dark Star who enslaved them is dead, and the god has been sealed.
Even large armies were easily defeated by Tiga. It would be strange if those civilizations that have been oppressed for a long time are not crazy.
As a flower in a dream, can Qijela, the source of this prophecy, survive in the universe?
Not to mention Cao Ze, even the original silly Gatanjie would not think so.
So, this may be the last half of a Qijela seed!
But the feeling of anger goes away just as quickly as it comes. Thirty million years have passed...well...thinking has reached its limit.
More emotions require more time to enrich.
Therefore, Cao Ze just bent down carefully, and his beautiful long silver-white hair gradually extended, drilling deep into the ground like a large number of tentacles.
From a distance, it looks more like a young lady wearing strange clothes with conspicuous conch earrings in her silver hair, carefully looking at the messy grass on the ground.
Although I hate to say this, under the illumination of the moonlight, this evil god now loses all the factors that make people fearful, and instead forms a beautiful picture.
But when Cao Ze gently wrapped his silver hair around a strange but broken seed hidden deep in the ground, the painting style changed.
The beautiful picture scroll under the moonlight suddenly collapsed and turned into a cruel natural disaster. The earth was torn apart and powerful earthquakes rose in this no-man's land.
The forest collapsed, big trees collapsed, the wails of countless animals became the accompaniment of the earthquake, and the ancient birds in the sky fled frantically from the area, giving the night's light a hint of panic.
As the silver hair continued to be retracted, the sudden earthquake stopped the harvesting of life. The moonlight still shone on the earth, and the figure who transformed into the evil god was still so beautiful, as if nothing had happened.
Only the mess on the ground and the faint blood were reminders of what had just happened.
Cao Ze didn't care about the damage he caused. He just wanted to keep the broken Qijela seed in his hand.
He held the seed that seemed to be ready to die at any time, and the divine power of the Dark Lord poured into it. It was obviously the power of darkness, but it made the seed radiate life.
Cao Ze smiled. The smile on his perfect face was stiff. It seemed that he hadn't made this expression for a long time, but he could still feel a trace of sincerity in this weird smile.
Cao Ze raised his hand gently, and a ball of darkness enveloped the yellow seed. It was no longer broken. As long as it was planted on the ground, it would transform into a heart and produce the great ruler's favorite flowers.
But Cao Ze didn't do that, because his body was still sleeping, and he couldn't break the damn seal yet. He could only protect this perhaps last seed until its god unsealed it.
The origin of the Dark Ruler split again, and Cao Ze's height of 1.55 meters dropped by five centimeters again, but the powerful origin protected Qijela's seeds and rushed towards the ocean.
There is no place in this world that is safer than the seal of the true body, and the last seed must be preserved.
After Cao Ze saw the darkness completely disappear, he withdrew his eyes.
He raised his left hand and took a deep breath of the yellow flower produced by the original source in his hand, his indifferent eyes full of joy.
Sure enough, Qijela's flowers are the best thing in the world.
