53

"Knock knock knock"

In front of a single-family house in the Jowood District, Richard Ernst, carrying a suitcase, bent his fingers and knocked gently on the door.

There was no response from the door, nor any footsteps, but Richard was not impatient. While waiting, he heard footsteps coming from behind. When he looked back, he saw two strange women approaching hand in hand, one tall and one short.

They stood outside the black railing of the garden, looking at Him curiously.

"Hello, we are here to visit Mr. Vaughn." The tall lady said with a polite smile, "Is he back?"

"He went out?" Richard was stunned for a moment. He came in a hurry. Only now did he realize that the house was indeed quiet, without even a breath of air. The Temperance Angel, who thought that the Lord didn't want to see Him and deliberately pretended not to hear, was confused.

After two seconds, he turned around, took off his top hat, and asked the two ladies in a friendly manner, "I am his student, what happened?"

The two ladies looked at each other.

"This...this is because we met Qilingos by chance outside before." The small woman replied. She looked young, and she seemed to be just a girl given her stature. "You know what happened in the hurricane before?"

About infiltrating the Duke's ball, sir?"

"I understand very well." The angel in question replied.

"Mr. Vaughn and we encountered the Chillings and nearly died (Richard:! Thank you Lord for leaving me the bounty.). Mr. Vaughn left for refuge that night, and we temporarily moved.

I stayed in a nearby church until the news of Zillinges’ death came and I didn’t dare to go back.”

After saying that, they pointed to the mailbox at the door. There was a letter from three days ago, but no one has come to pick it up yet.

"So that's it..."

Richard nodded. The Lord would definitely not really leave because of seeking refuge. There must be a reason why He went out. Maybe the Aurora Society would know the truth, but Richard didn't want to get too close to those overly fanatical "companions".

It will bring danger to the comrades of the Foundation and the sect.

The Temperance Angel regretted for a moment. It seemed that he could not report to the Lord today, so he could only go to the East District immediately to check the situation. He was very busy, and was always too busy to stay. He would complete the formalities and go to Feneport within the next two days. He would turn back.

He also needs to communicate with his collaborators in Intis. The church of the benevolent Mother Earth is particularly appreciative of his work in helping children. It is customary to hold a charity dinner when he makes an appointment to visit, and he cannot be absent.

"If Mr. Vaughn hadn't protected us, we might have been killed that day." The brown curly-haired lady sighed, "But the news about Zillinges' death has spread throughout the country, and Mr. Vaughn saw that

The newspapers should be back soon."

"Yes." Richard nodded with deep understanding, "He is a very gentle person... But I have something urgent to do. I have to leave Backlund tonight or tomorrow morning. If he comes back, please say hello to him on my behalf.

."

54

The pale sun hanging in the sky has been completely swallowed by the red moon, and the peaceful starlight and crimson moon shadow enveloped the entire city. The chaos returned to silence, and the flames were swallowed by darkness. This was the most grand requiem ceremony descended by the gods. Just now

The souls of those who had recently died and the people who had been induced by the devil all received the blessing of tranquility at this time. They no longer produced the negative emotions required by the evil god, but invariably closed their eyes, fell quietly, and fell into a world full of moon flowers.

The aroma of dreamless sleep.

"...If the goddess of the night descends in person or asks a servant to come, I will probably stop after seeing you and continue somewhere else."

Edward squinted his eyes and looked directly at the crimson moon in the sky. There was no need to hide anymore. The soulless body of "Nightmare" was like a puppet without strings, falling straight back. This place had long been in contact with the virtual "abyss"

Overlapping, after the power of the goddess of the night arrived in this small town and put everyone into a deep sleep, she and the "abyss" were naturally pulled into the dreamland of this group - maybe the servant Arianna is on the way here, preparing to

Attack His physical body exposed to the real world.

Edward made a quick judgment. A black chasm opened under his feet, and blue flames burst out. He showed off his mythical creature form without hesitation! A black exoskeleton twisted like a blade emerged from the skin, and was

When the torn skin healed again, its hardness exceeded that of steel, and the meandering blood turned into thin lines of fire coiled around the body.

"But just the power projected from a distance makes me retreat. Goddess of the Night - you look down on the "devil" too much."

The smell of sulfur was as strong as a hundred volcanoes erupting at the same time, and half of the dream city was instantly reduced to a sea of ​​fire. Curved goat horns extended from the devil's head, and lava flowed between his fingers. He instantly rose to tens of meters high.

The huge body burst the small building he was in, and when the huge black bat wings were fully opened, most of the night sky was covered. The demon glanced at the low buildings with eyes burning with flames. He turned around and looked at several houses.

They collapsed one after another, and a low roar came from their throats:

"die"!

When a dirty word falls, it weighs more than a thousand pounds; when death strikes, it weighs as little as a feather.

The order to take life was carried out in the city, and the black mist as thick as the tide was quietly mixed with a cyan breath that could not be detected by the naked eye. So in this huge dream, people who are dying, people who are dying, people who are desperate for the future...

Invariably, seductive whispers sounded in their ears.

"Your life full of suffering can come to an end..."

"Either you have never achieved happiness, or your hope has been taken away just as your life has improved. It doesn't matter. Life is a painful journey."

"If the end of this painful journey is eternal peace and the people you long to meet again, delicious food, warm quilts, a healthy body, and a long-lost child...then death is worth looking forward to, right?"

"Your life is worthless and is even a drag on others."

"Life is worse than death. If you want to gain salvation, you must abandon it."

"In the world after death, there will be no more cold and heat, no more troubles and sorrows, and no more pain." The devil's whisper echoes in the dreams of every unfortunate person. He used his authority to choose to fall.

He picks out people who have given up on themselves, selects people who are just on the verge of "death", and then guides them to bring their lives to an end.

"Leave them to me, for the gods will not save you."

Die, die. The devil walking on the earth said, you are like dust and grass, no one will care even if you die.

Suffering from the disease, all her family's savings were spent on expensive medical expenses, and seeing her parents grow older day after day, the frail girl shed tears in her dream. Her guilt made her surrender her life; she has not been found for three days.

A poor man who worked but was reluctant to eat the moldy bread in his arms curled up in a dirty corner and breathed his last. A gray mouse looked left and right and took the bread from his hand; powerlessly.

The mother who raised the child finally gave up on herself out of exhaustion and despair of seeing no future, leaving the child who did not know the meaning of sorrow and death to cry and absorb the last warmth from the mother's arms.

All sentient beings have various expressions and a thousand kinds of sorrows.

"Of course, I will give you salvation. The world is so cruel and life is so small. It is better to leave it in my hands. I will make good use of each of you. You are very precious and I will not waste any of it."

So pairs of dull, zombie-like eyes shed tears one after another, and then closed forever. They gave up life in their dreams, and they would die quietly in reality. This is the most peaceful death. In their dreams

There was a red moon, a black sky, a hand that gently held them and helped them escape from their heavy bodies, and a messenger who looked at them kindly and led them to sink into the lightless deep black sea, until they slept forever, they had nothing.

You know, naturally I didn’t feel any pain at all.

Their accumulated resentment, the last unwillingness and sadness before death converged into gray air currents, and as they surged, different but equally sad faces emerged, converging towards the small night watcher building in Tinggen in the dream.

Under the power of tranquility, the mother body - Megoos has long lost her fighting spirit. She was a believer in steam during her lifetime, but now she has received the gaze of the night after her death. The offspring of the evil god are still struggling, firmly absorbing the gray energy.

, and tried to drive this useless mother body away from here. But she just looked up at the sky blankly, with two long dried blood marks under her empty eyes. Under the crimson moonlight, she seemed to be crying.

The next second, the devil crushed her.

Edward opened the roof, held the formed offspring in his hands, and removed the remains of the mother's body. Eyes burning with blue flames floated lightly from the small building. The fortune teller, who closed his eyes tightly and trembled all over, was as dead as he was instructed by the Worm of Time.

The midnight poet with his eyes closed and clenched his fists passed over him. They obtained the most direct protection and resisted "death", but that was all. The "Insect of Time" was doing its best to maintain the sanity and life of the midnight poet. As expected, he

Already so weak that he is not even willing to lose this weak carrier... What a pity, I originally wanted to seduce the Midnight Poet to commit suicide, let the Time Insect reveal his true form, and kill him for a ritual...

According to the original plan, he should sacrifice the entire city to blood, help his allies to descend, complete the sixth massacre, and then be promoted to Sequence One. His actions would be fast enough, and he would complete the ritual and leave before the storm and the Church of the Night could react.

Go. But things almost never change quickly. If the appearance of the Time Worm is an unexpected surprise, then the gaze of the Night Goddess can only make me give up this promotion plan.

"..." Ah, yes, there is one more thing to do.

Enough death and enough resentment made the carrier in his hand finally turn from illusion into reality, and then the time he was waiting for had arrived.

The cyan aura that was imperceptible to the naked eye gathered quietly again, mixed with the resentment that the evil god's descendant was sucking, and was swallowed by the child who was eager to grow up. For the sake of the coming doomsday, we will never really admit it all the time.

Seriously play alliance games and play house with the gods on the earth. The outer god "Lord of Decay" certainly hopes that the gods on the earth will continue to scheming and restricting each other. It is best not to give birth to a new true god, and it is best to continue to go crazy.

Go crazy.

The "True Creator" is much more cautious than Russell. His peaceful obedience for more than a thousand years, even coupled with his long-term madness and intermittent sobriety, cannot make Him completely lose his guard.

Edward has never been able to find a safe opportunity to pollute Him, and this time God descends is undoubtedly a good opportunity - the path of "death" is completely unfamiliar to the earth gods. The goddess of night just sends the power at this time, and she can destroy the pollution.

There is always some overlap with the effect of curse disguised as "disaster", and high-level authority. "Decline" happens to also contain part of the image of death. Who can accurately distinguish which one it comes from?

"The ceremony has been completed." His voice rumbled, "Aren't you ready to take action?"

Good luck and favor at the level of the King of Angels came, and a silver-white giant snake suddenly swam out of the corner of the dream world. The giant snake's scarlet eyes faced the red moon in the sky, and its huge body coiled around the entire city, biting with its huge mouth.

Stay on the tail and form a closed loop of destiny.——"Restart!"

The twinkling of the stars stopped for a moment, and the night curtain that fell from the sky slowly returned to the sky. The dirty words receded, and tranquility once again dominated this quiet city. Everything returned to its original state, except that life had passed away.

The devil opened his eyes on the ruins. He still looked like a human, and his posture had not changed. He just had something black in his hand.

Edward glanced at his pocket watch. From the time he started to take action to the time he successfully escaped from the dream, seconds had completely turned around. Tingen's fate had undergone a huge twist in thirty seconds. If it hadn't been for the annoying soothsayer and the night

The goddess's nosy attention. So if according to the original plan, desires and evil thoughts are successfully amplified and instigated all people to kill each other, there should be no intact person here who can still breathe.

He quickly sank into the spiritual world.

55

Ince Zangwill finally controlled his trembling hands.

He remembered this aura, and he dared not forget it, because he once solemnly swore under the goddess's holy emblem never to betray the church and the people he wanted to protect, and then received the encouragement of His Highness the Pope to be promoted to Sequence 4.

And then...then he failed.
To be continued...