The stars looked at the land of Qiē, and they began to make such observations for a long time.

'God' was born and died under such starlight.

The 'god' is dead, but the starlight is still there, and if a new 'god' appears in the future life, he will still be illuminated by this starlight when he looks up.

They are witnesses of this world.

And who witnessed their existence?

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Invisible to the naked eye, countless filaments flew out of the exploding base not far away, and they rushed to the figure sitting in front of the fire—or rather, to the huge soul that the sun could not directly observe.

The soul was no longer recognizable as it was, as it had lost its human form due to excessive expansion.

"Hurry up and ......"

Lin Ming felt that his soul was about to reach its limit, and at this time, he had to focus almost all of his strength on suppressing this expanding soul.

"Da!"

The girl's footsteps were vain, her own strength had been exhausted in "convincing everyone to forget that there were still living people in the base", and she was standing here with a seemingly ridiculous thought:

"Wouldn't it be ironic if I died at the hands of messengers of our gods who had never shone upon us in the past?"

Erin thought as she walked her steps.

"Irene!"

The crowd around them tried to stop the girl, but as soon as they tried to make a move, they found that they were completely unable to move.

Lin Ming's huge soul was already about to expand to the limit, and a trace of 'breath' had leaked out from the 'balloon' that was about to explode.

It was the broken souls of the sacrifices.

This leaking 'breath' has a great suppressive effect on the spirit of the creature, and the most intuitive thing is the fear that everyone has in front of it, and the limbs that can't lift their strength in the face of this fear.

"Plop!"

Here the most weak-willed man had already knelt down, and it was a man with deep-set eyes, his lips were white at the moment, and his face was already covered with sweat before he knew it.

"God......"

The shape of the mouth that came out of the twitching lips was clearly these words.

This was only the first, and the second kneeling was a copy of Alice, whose face turned pale from the first sight of the light of day and overwork.

In just three or four seconds, there was a crowd of people on their knees.

Even if she is as strong as Alice, she is in a cold sweat when facing this pressure from the soul.

"What is this?"

The source of this pressure is obvious, but how could the 'knight' who was supposed to represent the divine emit such a dark power from his body?

That's right, this power that has not yet been transformed by Lin Ming is dark, undisguised and dark.

Alice involuntarily pulled out the gun from her side, as if an instinct from the depths of her soul caused her to point it at the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the fire.

"Mr. Mo Xie!"

She called, ready to shoot at any moment.

"God is the light, and there is no darkness in Him. This is the message we have heard from the Lord and has given it to you. Her movements were interrupted by a voice, a man on his knees.

"If we say that we are not guilty, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us, but if we confess our sins, God is faithful and just, and will forgive our sins and cleanse us from unrighteousness......" It was a man with a weathered face and a bandage on his chest.

Is it really good to memorize the Bible in such a scene as "Uncle Ethan......"?

Alice was messy all of a sudden.

"God is with us, Amen. ”

The man who fell to his knees had a reverent face, and although he was pale and his hands were inconvenient from the injury, he tried to draw a cross on his forehead and chest with these inconvenient hands.

He worshipped the man sitting cross-legged at the fire, as if he were worshipping God through that flesh and blood.

When this prayer was over, his face was a little bloody.

Soon, one after another, the sound of confessions and prayers rang out, and in the face of the 'knight' who exuded a powerful coercion, they chose to pray to the god represented by the 'knight'.

It is ironic that such a negative force should be crowned with the majesty of the gods, and it is even more ironic that the people who exude such coercion do not say a word about it in order to fool everyone.

"O God, are you finally willing to show your majesty in front of your followers?"

Uncle Ethan hides his fame and fame.

So the figure sitting by the fire was clouded in the eyes of these men, and Irene, who was called by the figure to walk over there, was considered to have been greatly lucky.

How foolish is this......

"Ahem......"

The soul that was about to reach the limit also affected **, and Lin Ming soon felt the pain from the ** level.

He began to have trouble breathing.

His consciousness began to blur.

"Sand!"

It seemed like a century had passed, and Erin had finally reached the position where Lin Ming was within reach.

Without worrying about anything else, Lin Ming stretched out his right arm with all the strength he could call on at this moment.

His fingertips touched the center of Irene's brow.

It was as if a bolt of lightning jumped through the night.

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"Tsk...... Mo Xie, are you awake?"

The head was groggy, and the mental power didn't seem to have recovered yet.

Is this sound ......?

People in a state of drowsiness will have a lot of lower judgment, and sometimes even their own identity will be confused.

Mo Xie stood in the ruins, he couldn't remember how long he had been standing here, and when he had been standing here.

He couldn't even remember why he was here, or what he had experienced before he came here.

For people like him, such symptoms are called overdraft amnesia.

"Mo Xie~"

He also couldn't remember when the voice began to ring in his ears, and he looked around, but there was no figure around.

Eventually, I don't know how many calls followed, the voice disappeared.

The sky began to rain, and the cold rain hit Mo Ye's body, and when he raised his head, the shadows of the raindrops in the dim sky were black, like the ink Jiangnan on the painting scroll.

"Ink Jiangnan?"

The strange and familiar words that flashed in his mind were grasped by Mo Ye slowly and keenly, and he savored this word carefully, as if it was all he had had.

When the rain falls, everything grows, and this rain seems to be extraordinarily vibrant.

The grass seeds in the cracks of the ruins began to grow, slowly and quickly, and they lifted their heads from the rubble and debris that weighed down on their heads, and raised their heads in the shattered earth.

Absorbing rainwater, they thrive.

The weeds were followed by the saplings, as if they had been condensed in the rain for a long time, and they rose up behind the weeds.

Saplings, small trees, big trees, forests, as long as decades of time have been condensed into a rain.

It's just that there are only plants and no animals here.

In the dead world, only the young man raised his head and bowed his head.

The silver glow faded in his eyes

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