So what's the situation now?

Jing Jiyan walked in the direction of the crowd in a daze, and he didn't react to what happened in his mind for a while, about the early spring, he stepped on the loess official road under his feet, and the potholes were about to be planted if he was not careful, and his eyes were full of people with yellow muscles and thin skins and their families, crowded and bleak, and muttered: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Words.

What is going to die? He struggled to turn his head to look back, but was pushed forward by the people around him, his body was weak and he couldn't lift his strength, his mind seemed to be filled with paste, everything he saw was separated by a layer of puff, and everything he listened to seemed to come from a distant sky.

There should be someone around him. Kyogohiko looked around left and right, there was nothing but the down-and-out people, what about that person? He forced his composure to look left and right, looking only at the depressed people.

Is it in the run?

Where the hell is he? What's going on?

Kyogohiko tried his best to recall, but the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, and the pain made his eyes dazzle and his legs weakened, and he stumbled and was pushed into the mound by the people around him on the edge of the official road, holding his head with difficulty and curling up, suppressing the screams that almost rushed out of his throat.

The people fleeing around him crowded past him like flowing water, few people were willing to pay some attention to him, the azure crane on Jing Jiyan's body was tattered and stained with dirt and dust, and the high-quality silk robe inside was also tattered, and the passers-by only regarded him as another pampered rich man who couldn't stand the hardships and gave birth to a sudden illness, so as not to say a word of close help, one by one I wanted to get as far away from him as possible, so as not to be contaminated by the fatal illness and lose my life in vain.

The fate of this world is like a mustard, and like them, the people are not even qualified to be sick.

Gradually, Kyogokuhiko's struggle became weaker and weaker, and at first he could still tremble and whimper, but in the end, he really fell on the side of the road as if he was dead, and the cold spring brought gusts of cool breeze, blowing the body that was still a little warm colder and colder, and stiffer and stiffer.

Who's going to pay attention to that? On the way to escape, there are people dying almost all the time.

The days that followed became more and more sad, and there was not a drop of rain for nearly half of the spring, and it was another great famine year.

The people were dressed in tatters and skinny, and many of them fell on the side of the road and could not get up, and many lay on the side of the road, breathing intermittently and waiting for death, and then the corpses festered and no one could stop them. The scene of mourning is like hell on earth.

Only Kyogohiko's body has been in the posture of falling, no breathing, no temperature, and no decay, except that his clothes are getting more and more torn day by day, he seems to have just fallen down in the last second, and the next second, he will open his eyes and sit up.

But he never opened his eyes, the wind blew and the sun was exposed, and he didn't move more than half a minute.

It's strange that refugees come and go, and no one cares about him when he's too busy to take care of himself.

Then the day suddenly poured heavy rain, the rain mixed with muddy water and the smell flowed all over the ground, the official road was empty, no one wanted to risk the wind and cold to go forward in the rain, only to hide in the eaves under the trees sadly, looking up and praying that this untimely rain would pass soon.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance, and the refugees shrank further in, and the people who rode horses these years were by no means the characters they could afford to provoke, let alone the characters they dared to provoke.

The horse is not a particularly good horse, but it can also be called a good horse, the man on the horse is tall, with a short, strange weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, and wears a green gauze hat to hide his face, he is not in a hurry, and as he walks, he looks around as if he is looking for something, but all he sees is an unkempt refugee.

Is the person he is looking for really in this group? Under the green gauze hat, a pair of honey-golden eyes flashed a little hesitation, so that the magic power from the other side of the spell was steady and powerful, thinking that the person should be fine, then according to that person's ability, but he would never tolerate himself falling into such a situation.

After a few more steps, he dismounted, stepped on the muddy path to investigate, there were no living people, and he went to rummage through the corpses that had fallen to the ground, rotting and bruised, and finally found Kyogokuhiko's body behind a small mound after a long time.

The man was startled at first, then suddenly said, "You're really hard to find." He complained in a low voice, but with indescribable joy, he carefully wiped Kyogohiko's dusty face with his sleeve, and gently lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.

Kyogohiko's body was too weak, and his mana was completely overdrawn and his internal circulation stopped, so he could only rely on his servants to supply him with important mana, in the form of □□ exchange.

It was like waking up from a heavy and tired dream, Kyogokuhiko struggled to open his eyelids, and his eyes were still in a trance as if covered with a veil, his body was paralyzed, screaming from the deepest part of his hunger, thirst and anxiety, and the body composed of the spirit son, once there was no sufficient energy supply, it was no different from a machine without fuel, and the soul to the body would completely stop functioning, until it once again absorbed enough energy to operate.

The energy from the Servant was pure and massive, enough to stimulate the completely suspended magic cycle in Kyogokuhiko's body to resume its operation, devouring the magic power of the outside world with hunger and thirst.

"Dilumudo?" After a few hours, although his body was still weak and it was difficult to sit up, he had somewhat regained his ability to speak and think, and Kyogokuhiko sat in front of the servant in an awkward position, his waist and abdomen firmly wrapped around his arms, and the bumps under him were clearly on the fast horse, but he didn't know where to go.

"Yes, it's me." Di Lumuduo tightened his grip on the body in his arms and replied gently, "I'll explain to you later, and I ask you to recover your body with peace of mind first." ”

It was the first time he had seen Kyogokuhiko look like a wolf, and he naturally felt guilty, if it weren't for the fact that he had withdrawn a lot of magic power when he first arrived here, regardless of the fierce battles, Kyogokuhiko would not have fallen to this point.

"It's not your fault." Kyogokuhiko reached out with difficulty and patted the apologetic knight's shoulder, as if he didn't have the slightest self-consciousness that he was almost completely drained of his magic by the knight.

- If Dilumudo continued to extract at that time, the body of his spirit son would also automatically disintegrate into mana and replenish it to Dilumudo.

That's not a fun thing to do.

The weak and short of breath exhausted all the bodies he had accumulated and comforted Dilumudo, leaning on his arms and relaxing his consciousness into darkness.

He's going to have to figure out the whole thing.

Whether the Grim Reaper detained the soul of the Millennium Gong back to hell, he didn't know, the last memory of his hand penetrated the chest of the Millennium Gong, and the fingertips touched not the heart, but a brilliant spot of light.

That's holiness.

There is holiness in the body of the millennium princess, and the millennium princess himself does not know the holiness of its existence, the holiness of the heart.

When Kyogokuhiko got the information sent by the god of death, he was thinking about what kind of thing the so-called holiness was, with an extremely slow and weak purification ability, which could be improved by staying on humans, and it would be polluted by the evil thoughts of humans.

The holiness of the heart is the center of holiness, and when the holiness of the heart is destroyed, all holiness will be useless.

"When the Flood of destruction came, holiness was washed out of the world." This is the original text in the source, so is it possible that before the flood came, they were gathered in one place, stored somewhere in their original form, and were not revealed until they were washed away by the flood.

Where are they being held?

Have you ever heard of the legend of Pandora's Box? The gods put calamity in the box and let it punish humanity, and the hope of saving humanity's fate was locked in the box and did not see the light of day.

So the human race suffered a lot, but still did not repent, so the gods sent down the flood of destruction, which broke the closed Pandora's box and released hope, hoping to purify the calamity, so that the survivors of this land could have a new beginning.

This is the original text of the myth, but if this is the case, why is there still calamity and hope in this world, instead of returning to the original state of ignorance?

Kyogohiko found the answer in the information of the god of death, presumably the group of gods of death did not expect him to have the patience to read all the information, and the things sent were extremely complete.

There is an inference that when calamity and hope choose to coexist in one, rather than fighting and killing according to their nature until the jade is burned, they reach the realm of divinity, an extra-legal deity that mixes out and perfectly matches the two sides of the same god.

"Do you remember our discussion?" Kyogokuhiko slowly withdrew his hand, "Tragedy and pain are the embodiment of calamity, then holiness is the hope of purifying all things, and you are the only one in the world who can coexist with the two. ”

The first Akuma created by the Millennium Gong was himself.

should have died in the flood of extinction but still had a breath, not to be called a human being, nor to be called Noah's existence zài as a carrier, holiness as the fuel calamity as the drive, with the two sides of good and evil intertwined, in the real Noah was still immature and the first to get up from the earth after the flood receded, forgetting a qiē, becoming the first apostle of Noah's millennium.

The calamity leads the world to destruction, and the hope of releasing holiness hinders the destruction of the miè, and they hate each other, but they are inseparable.

Therefore, the holiness of the heart that has been sought for thousands of years by the millennium princess, that is, the hope hidden in the legendary Pandora's box, has actually been housed in his body from the very beginning, and when Kyogokuhiko takes it out, the perfect balance of the two sides of the body completely collapses, and the calamity and hope burst out with great power at the same time, and before everyone can react, the dazzling white light will envelop him.

In the darkness, Kyogokuhiko seemed to hear a sound from the deepest part of his soul, like the sound of the wind, like the sound of rain, and like the golden iron horse and ten thousand swords together, and the deepest malice used the deepest malice to draw out the most secret desires in his heart.

Godless eyes were half-open and half-closed, reflecting the white light that covered the sky, and he unconsciously clutched the uncertain light in his hands, his face was covered with a layer of black gas, his lips trembled, and his voice was inaudible.

"Homecoming"

Homecoming, homecoming

He heard every cell of his family clamoring to return home, this is not my hometown, even if he really becomes a god and a Buddha, it is just a wisp of duckweed, and there is no root to rely on.

Homecoming, homecoming

Thinking, thinking about it every day, every minute and every second of the torment on Valhalla, thinking that he was going crazy, thinking that even the disgusting palace had become kind and lovely, thinking that the shadow of his hometown was floating in his dreams.

Homecoming, homecoming

Although this place of peace of mind is my hometown, if he does not return to his hometown, and there is a wisp of duckweed, how can he have peace of mind?

Triggered by the calamity, the deepest buried desire in the heart was so strong that the light called hope flickered repeatedly, getting brighter and brighter, more and more condensed, and finally exploded in Kyogokuhiko's hands as if it had reached its limit, melting into the white light, completely devouring Kyogokuhiko who was in it.

Silently, nothing was left.

And Dilumudo, who fell into a state of dizziness for a short time because of the white light, was also judged to be an appendage of Kyogokuhiko due to the closely connected magic power supply relationship, and swallowed it together, disappearing into the foggy London.

Hope followed Kyogokuhiko's wish, using his magic power as an anchor point, and without being able to break through the low and high space, he retreated and sent them back to a time when there was no beginning.

In the end, due to the lack of magic power, they fell in two directions far apart.

Dilumudo fell on the battlefield, yes, you read that right, he fell on the battlefield where the two armies were fighting fiercely, and when he opened his eyes, he was slashed by a big knife, and he didn't want to subconsciously raise his spear to attack, and the other side of the spell continued to provide him with pure magic, allowing him to escape from the battlefield along the way, and also got a war horse, and got rid of the pursuers all the way to the direction where Kyogohiko was located.

Kyogokuhiko was unlucky enough to fall into the refugee pile, lacking in magic and delirious, and was crowded and confused by the refugees for many days, most of the magic cycle in his body that was close to drying up struck, and he quickly repaired the damaged and Yan zhòng's body, and after being extracted in large quantities by Dilumudo without any scruples, this body with stagnant magic cycle could only fall on the side of the road like a dead man, waiting for someone to save him, or disappear into this world with a long time of Lingzi dissolving.

Thankfully, Dilumudo found him in time and saved him with a honey-flavored kiss.

Kyogokuhiko decided to pardon Dilumudo's sin of coming too late because of this.

Because of a very sweet and lingering kiss.