Dinner was hearty, with steak cooked by the old butler himself, and a dash of foie gras and caviar.

A family of three eats at a two-metre-long family table, with men and women sitting at one end and Morieldo at the other.

The meal was put on the table, and the man carefully divided the steak in front of him into several small pieces with a smile, and then switched the position of the woman's untouched steak with his own.

Morieldo didn't make any moves when he looked at all this 'real or unreal', just quietly watched as the man cut the steak on his plate and carefully fed it to the woman's mouth.

The woman gently pushed the man's fork away, glanced at the man coquettishly, the two looked at each other and smiled, the picture was like Morieldo's memory, warm to the extreme, the only thing missing was the little Shatia, who would generally trot all the way to the man at this time, staring at him with big eyes, coquettish to him, asking him to also help him cut the steak, and then feed her.

Morriel wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, to be honest, he really couldn't bear to do this, and even had the idea of staying here forever, but since Vitri's horrible eating, he knew that he had fallen into the illusion that others had set for him.

'Click~'

The picture suddenly stopped, then shattered like a mirror, and the fragments that imprinted it were scattered all over the ground.

Everything is back to darkness.

Morieldo stood up, his golden axe clenched in his hand again, and he knew it was time for the Lord to appear.

"It is worthy of being the only child of destiny chosen by the only true God, and the reaction is so fast. ”

A gloomy voice exploded from this space, with no fixed direction, as if there were sound sources in all directions.

"Come out, it's enough to watch the jokes for so long. ”

Morieldo slammed the golden axe in his hand to the ground and said loudly.

No one replied~

With the sound of running water of 'Gurr~Gurr~' appeared.

A fist-sized hole suddenly appeared in the dark ground, and a fountain of blood gushed out from the mouth of the cave, and in less than a stick of incense, a river of blood was formed, and a flat boat slowly floated from the river of blood.

The boat was not large, just enough to stand two people, and a lantern covered with patina hung high in the bow of the boat, the fire was not extinguished, but it could be seen clearly in this dim space.

'The river is forgotten, the soul is gone, the soul is gone, the soul is gone. ’

'A flat boat crosses the world, why should the world cross the boat. ’

'The pole paddled the river of blood, and the floating world tasted the bitter sea. ’

'The world has been up and down for thousands of years, and the soul has returned to the sea of nine bloods. ’

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The melodious singing voice floats on this river of blood from the flat boat, and the music style is desolate and weird, making people stand on end with their hairs when they listen to it.

On the hull of the ship full of skulls stood two people, one wearing a black coat and a hat, paddling in this sea of blood, and the song came from his mouth, and the other was wearing a gray robe, and his whole head was covered by a wide gray brim.

Morieldo looked at everything in front of him, his brows furrowed, and the palms of his hands holding the golden axe were covered with a layer of fine sweat.

The song became louder and louder, and the blood river flowed more and more turbulently, and the Ye Bian boat also seemed to advance thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and it was only a short hundred meters away from Morildo in an instant.

The gray-robed man leaped down from the ship and approached Morildo.

'lb~'

Morieldo slashed with the golden axe, but slashed into the air, striking the dark ground with a sound of gold and stone clashing.

"Don't be so violent, Morieldo, I have no ill will!"

The gray-robed man's voice appeared behind Morieldo again, and his wizened right hand slapped lightly on his shoulder.

Morildo spun around quickly, and the giant axe in his hand swept through the air with a sharp cracking sound.

It's still empty.

"You still don't understand, you can't kill me here!"

No less than a hundred gray-robed men suddenly appeared around Morieldo, opening their mouths and saying the same words at the same frequency, in a strange tone, and their voices were always as retching as rats in the sewers.

Morieldo looked at everything in front of him and roared, and the giant axe in his hand was thrown violently.

The giant axe shot across the air, like a rapidly spinning top, towards the gray-robed man in front of him.

As soon as the big axe came into contact with the gray-robed man, there was no blood splashed as imagined, and the limbs were broken, and the gray-robed man scattered like foam the moment it touched.

"Now we can have a good talk. ”

The hundred gray-robed men merged into one, walked up to the golden axe that was deep in the ground, picked it up with one hand, and then slowly approached Morieldo.

'Bang~'

Morieldo punched out, followed by a heavy cracking sound, followed by another crisp metal clash of metal.

Everything in front of him did not hit the dirty, disgusting, and despicable gray-robed man in the face as he expected, and bleed from his mouth and nose, but what collided with his fist was the golden giant axe that was deeply embedded in the ground.

Wherever there is a gray-robed man, where there is a bloody river boatman, the surroundings are still empty and dark, as if he is the only one from beginning to end.

Morieldo squatted on the ground, he tried, and understood, that there was nothing he could do with the gray-robed man in this place.

"Looks like you've figured it out. ”

The gray-robed man walked out of the void, walked in front of Morildo in a few steps, and with a wave of his right hand, countless stars suddenly appeared in the darkness around him.

Morieldo didn't pay attention to the gray-robed man this time, and he also figured it out, the gray-robed man didn't hurt his thoughts, at least not for the time being.

"This is our world. ”

The gray-robed man chuckled, not annoyed by Morieldo's attitude, and said to himself.

I saw him point to one of the pale blue planets, his five fingers flexed, and the whole planet suddenly enlarged.

"This is the time of countless years ago when the gods stood together. ”

With a wave of the gray-robed man's hand, the picture was flipped, and a Terran capital appeared.

Morieldo looked up curiously and glanced at the scene in front of him.

In the picture, there are prosperous and prosperous buildings, and the streets are scattered and orderly, driving one steel carriage after another, and the dazzling and colorful shops with neon lights in circles and circles.

Everything is like heaven on earth, but the only thing that makes people strange is that although it is a human capital, there are not too many human races here, and most of the people walking on the streets are aliens, or in other words, 'angels' with white wings, and the few human races have earth-colored faces and godless eyes, just like slaves, carefully helping these angels to carry the salute, and if something is wrong, they will be beaten and scolded by those 'angels'.

Morieldo's face is a little solemn, which contradicts the education he received, the humility and tolerance represented by the 'angels' in the holy scriptures of the Holy See, the gentle character, and the aversion to violence, and where are the so-called 'angels' in this picture, the ugly faces are no different from the devils in the holy scriptures.