The first one is a wolf but not completely

His thoughts were forcibly interrupted, and the overwhelming darkness struck. In the panic, Klein only had time to close his eyes, and the intense deepness enveloped his spiritual body, depriving him of all power except breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, the lightless and silent darkness suddenly swayed, and he vaguely felt a little bit lost in the lake, capturing the biting bite of the gloomy wind blowing across his face.

When his feet felt real again, he found that everything in front of him had changed.

where is this?

Little by little, his thoughts got rid of the solidification, and Klein slowly opened his eyes, only to see that the “substitute” in his right hand was exuding an unprecedented dazzling light, and the fully emerging “The Fool” symbol seemed to be fighting against an unknown force, shattering the road. crack.

Kacha.

With a light sound in his mind, Klein suddenly felt his limbs stagnant, and completely got rid of the Mohu covered in front of him, and saw the lingering eternal fog in the sky and a round of crimson hiding in the corner of the sky.

Klein, who already had extensive experience in time travel, was not as flustered as the first time, but almost instinctively closed the spiritual body line that was attracted by the inexplicable gravitational force, barely getting rid of the tragic end of being a puppet for no apparent reason.

Isn’t the “secret” enemy chasing here?

Klein’s joints rattled, and he didn’t bother to check his own state. He first looked around to confirm the environment he was in.

Seeing that half of it was normal and there were people walking around, while the other half was more of a ruined wall with its entire structure destroyed by charred black and smooth sections, Klein stared at the fragmented town in front of him, cautiously not moving.

He had read in the literature of the Nighthawks that at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch, many unfortunate towns that were neighbors with out-of-control Level 1 Sealed Artifacts, even after being completely destroyed by the Sealed Artifacts, would strangely maintain their apparent normality. , lures ignorant outsiders into it.

“Say hello to Antico for me…”

After waiting for a while, he found that the surroundings were still peaceful, and the figure in the distance did not move closer to him, Klein silently repeated the last words of the “Blade of Tranquility” of unknown meaning.

He glanced at a dilapidated hut closer to him, and after confirming again and again that neither divination nor spiritual intuition responded, he tentatively pushed open the door.

In the room made of grass and trees, a wooden table with a missing corner is the whole content of the house, and the surface is covered with heavy ash.

Klein looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he took four steps in the opposite direction, trying to break the current predicament that he knew nothing about by ascending the gray fog.

After all, it’s much better to chat with the “mysterious” guy who has lived for an unknown length of time than to risk the danger that may appear at any time here.

“Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable.”

He took a confident step back…and slipped shamefully.

Not caring about the pain, Klein, who noticed something was wrong, rolled around and shouted in his ear.

“Mysterious?”

“Mystery!”

The dilapidated room was as quiet as when he pushed it away, and even the dust on the table was still lying there quietly, as if the years here had already frozen and would not move around due to external factors.

“This…” Klein listened to the wind outside the window, his eyes narrowed, and he was sluggish for a few seconds.

This is the first time he has been cut off from “Mystery”.

But “Mystery” is the true God that existed in the time of the Creator, what other power can stop her?

“Zhou Mingrui?” He thought for a while, then called into his ear in a different way.

As soon as the voice fell, the fog that filled the whole town suddenly became gloomy, the crimson moon hid in the clouds, the whole town fell into extreme silence, and even the shadow of Mohu who could be seen through the window frame disappeared. It was gone, replaced by an irresistible cold.

“Stop shouting, do you really want to wake up the one on the top of the mountain and take me to the underworld to report?”

A fire emitting heat appeared in front of Klein’s eyes out of thin air. He searched for the source of the sound, but found that the whole hut was screaming uncontrollably. A big furry hand grabbed the roof and grabbed the entire hut. up.

Klein looked at the huge demon wolf holding the thatched hut, touched the spiritual warning that suddenly slackened, and snapped his fingers with a dull expression.

The magic wolf glanced at him, and stretched out a free hand into the air. The next moment, an unusually clear starry sky appeared above the head of the wolf, fighting against the cold fog coming from all directions.

After doing all this, the devil wolf took time to say:

“Can’t you stop for a while, Your Excellency Zhou Mingrui?”

“Do you know my name?” Klein Tong Kong shook, blankly looked at the right hand where no flames appeared, and then looked at the somewhat familiar sky, but the anxiety in his heart disappeared a lot.

“Don’t you know my name too?”

The devil wolf snorted, and the huge body like a hill climbed down, causing a burst of dust.

She looked at the biting cold mist that retreated to the top of the mountain in the distance, withdrew the starry sky above her head, clasped her claws at the front, and made a wish.

“I would like to temporarily isolate the land.”

The air floated silently. Although there was no obvious change, Klein still felt that some kind of change had taken place in the environment, but he still did not relax his control over his spiritual body.

“Please forgive my recklessness… Your Excellency the Demon Wolf.” Klein hesitantly glanced at the Demon Wolf with a salted fish 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.”

“do not know?”

The Demon Wolf suddenly raised his voice, raised his eyebrows in a humane way, and looked at Klein incredulously.

“You left me here alone for so long, and you met Fran, how could you not know my name?”

“Haven’t you read your own holy book?”

Holy Scripture? Fran?

Did she know Ms. Amani?

Seeing Klein’s puzzled expression, she casually stopped explaining, and instead recited the fragment that was added to the last edition of the “God of Mysteries” scripture without her consent.

“At the bottom of the seat is another descendant of the ancient god, the youngest son of the Destroyer, the prince in the twisted age…”

“stop!”

I don’t know why, hearing this description again, Klein felt a deep sense of shame for no reason. He contacted the various information that the devil had just mentioned, and the devil who was crawling on the ground no longer recited it, but just a few words. Vice stared at him unhappily, as if to see when he would remember.

“Are you… Antigonus?”

“Is it the last angel under the ‘Mystery’ seat?”

Klein tentatively expressed his guess, but found that the wolf’s expression was suddenly strange, and a trace of pain and sadness suddenly flashed in the originally clear eyes, as if something was about to wake up from a dream.

The huge plush body of the devil wolf like a hill also collapsed instantly, wriggling and twisting like a melted candle.

Before he could react, a pale palm grabbed his throat.

The thin young man who was transformed into a demon wolf covered half of his face in pain, with a hideous expression.

She lifted Klein into the air with one hand, and stared at this young man with a terrified and dazed expression with dark eyes. The more puzzled he saw in his eyes, the more angry she felt.

The tufts of thick black short-haired cheeks of the young elder were distorted by anger, breaking the contradictory beauty of being old and youthful, rational and crazy, leaving only absolute resentment.

“enough!”

“Anti Ke… Zhou Mingrui, look at what you have made me!”

The youth carried Klein to the border of the blocked area step by step, twisted his face forcefully and rushed towards the town in the distance, gritted his teeth and roared:

“Look at this town and see what you’ve made here!”

“You imprisoned me here, imposed a joking mission on me, tied my fate to that madman, kept feeding me your messy and meaningless memories, tried to assimilate my mind and be beautiful It is called the extension of spirituality!”

“Doesn’t your kingdom claim to be benevolence and righteousness?”

“Why didn’t I see in you a little bit of benevolence towards me, towards our brothers and sisters!”

“Wait…” Klein caught the unusual word in the young man’s mouth, and his hands struggled to break away the pale palms that were holding him back, but he couldn’t shake it a bit.

The young man seemed to be tired, and seemed to be brewing even more anger. She took the initiative to let go of Klein’s hand, and her face occupied by madness returned to a touch of calm.

“Didn’t you forget who I am, didn’t you want to know where this place is?”

“I can tell you.”

Feeling the collision of two completely different lives and memories in the brain, the consciousness belonging to the son of the ancient **** briefly regained its sovereignty.

She looked at Klein, who was tightly bound to the ground, unable to move. His long half-white hair fluttered in the wind, and his facial features, both old and youthful, were ashen.

“I am Antigonus who was forced to accept old memories by you.”

“And here is the kingdom of night that was destroyed by you and ‘Dark Night’, and it was also an unnamed mountain when this planet was still called the earth.”

……

Outside the edge of Backlund’s eastern district, a temporary treatment point built by the Harvest Church.

Emlyn White was wearing a priest’s robe, standing beside the big iron pot outside the tent, sometimes throwing different herbs into it, and sometimes glanced sideways at the corpses piled up by official Beyonders not far away.

He stirred the already iron pot, waiting for the water to boil, his handsome but not masculine face frowning.

The Harvest Church is not far from the East District. At midnight yesterday, with the excellent sense of smell of the blood clan, he had already smelled the pungent smell from the East District, but he never thought that such a thing would happen nearby.

As soon as the hurricane of the Church of the Storms swept the smog over the Eastern District, he was pulled by Bishop Utravsky to the edge of the Eastern District. After friendly exchanges with the Church of the Evernight Goddess, he obtained permission to build a temporary treatment point. And it has been working till now.

When he watched batches of civilians afflicted by diseases walk out of the Eastern District, he was relatively calm; when he saw the official Beyonders carrying out countless corpses, he was only worried about the next work. It will probably be a hassle.

But when he saw the large number of “devil” corpses smuggled out by the Steam Church early this morning, Emlyn was shocked.

What the **** happened in the East End last night?

As an ordinary vampire who lives at two o’clock between his home and Harvest Church every day, he only vaguely heard about a “devil” appearing in Backlund recently, and secretly rejoices that Harvest Church is safe enough and protected by a priest. He never thought that he would be able to With so many “devils” popping up, I can’t even imagine that these “devils” turned the Eastern District into a dead city.

Is the end really coming?

Emlyn remembered the oracle of the ancestor and the **** in the gray fog not long ago, and under the intense anxiety, he started to stop.

“Aren’t the herbs ready yet?”

Suddenly, a mellow voice pulled back the vampire’s drifting thoughts. Emlyn trembled indiscernibly and hurriedly looked behind him.

“It can be packaged now.”

Saying that, he picked up the bottle prepared in advance and filled enough herbs according to the dose.

With his hands busy, he hurriedly glanced at the tall figure beside him, hesitantly said:

“Father, how many people died in the Eastern District?”

Bishop Utravsky, who had just comforted the refugees, wiped his hands, lowered his head and replied:

“The official kingdom has not given specific figures, but from the information given by the Church of the Evernight, it may account for nearly one-third of the population of the Eastern District.”

one third!

Emlyn’s hand holding the herbs froze, but he quickly continued to work, but the shock in his blood-red eyes did not last for a long time.

He recalled a previous reporter’s report that the Eastside now has at least 1.35 million residents.

And one third, that is to say, the place less than 200 meters away from him now, 400,000 people died in one night…

“There are fifty bottles in total.” Emlyn’s voice suddenly became a lot duller. He stuffed the medicine he couldn’t finish into the priest’s hands, and the two walked to the tent together.

Inside the simple tent, tattered blankets and newspapers were piled up on the ground, and even outside the tent there were many small nests like this, on which lay the plague-infected and the wounded, either sleeping or moaning in pain.

Emlyn cooperated with Father Utravsky, each carrying a portion of the medicine, and began to distribute it from both directions. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

After a while, Emlyn, who finally finished distributing the last bottle of potion, did not calmly accept the gratitude of a wounded person, and silently returned to the priest.

He glanced at the priest, who still couldn’t see much expression, and the words of his complaints were stuck in his mouth, but he couldn’t get them out.

“Father.”

Bishop Utravsky looked over while counting the bottles in his arms.

“You should know that few of them are followers of the Mother Goddess.”

“Of course,” said Father Utravsky with a slight smile, “but that doesn’t hinder our work.”

“They are also lives, innocent lives.”

He looked at Emlyn, took the bottle, turned around and walked towards a pot of boiling water, putting all the bottles in his hand into it.

“All life is a mother’s child, and while the Holy Scriptures teach us that life is but a closed loop from birth to return to the soil, that doesn’t mean we can ignore the equally important part in the middle, the journey of life.”

“Innocent people have been deprived of the right to travel by disaster, and our mission is to help those who have a chance to return to the journey, which is also in fulfillment of the Church of the Mother Goddess.”

Seeing the priest praising the mother goddess devoutly, Emlyn’s lips moved, but he couldn’t say anything to refute. He just cast his eyes back on the poor people in the tent who were either dying soon or had a high probability of falling ill in the future.

Emlyn White, you are one of the keys mentioned in the revelation.

Perhaps that’s the real opportunity for you to answer my question after you appreciate the damage caused by disaster.

The words of people from different high positions 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 when he was just announced as the “Savior”.

Emlyn pursed his lips and evoked a wry smile.

“Savior……”