The green grass on both sides of the stone road slightly conceals a row of low stone statues, and the dilapidated stone road is paved with a layer of sludge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the end of the stone path, there stood a temple made of marble, several of which had broken marble pillars that supported it, and vines that twined around the outer walls of the temple.

Looking from the outside in, the structure inside was so dark that it was obvious that no one had visited the temple for a long time, and suddenly, the sound of a few clusters of bushes squirming beside the temple came to an abrupt end, making it all seem particularly quiet, provoking a few chickadees on the branches to look around, and after a while, they seemed to freeze as well, and their dark blue eyes froze with humanity on the stone path.

The figure was covered in a windvelvet cloak, making it impossible to tell what race it belonged to, and only the way it walked could be guessed that it was a sapient being. It moved slowly on the gravel path, like a drop of ink sliding down the blue-gray webbing, and finally disappeared into the temple, and the sound of swaying branches and birds singing outside the door was heard again.

Peeking down from the temple dome, two beams of amber light could be seen, wandering aimlessly in the darkness, sliding a trail of afterimage. In the distance, there was the sound of footsteps in the corridor, and the sound was getting closer, and the point of light suddenly stood motionless towards the corridor. Rows of torches bloomed, approaching the points of light in order, leaving flickering murals and oblique shadows of people on the walls of the corridor.

The torch and the white dot met, and the temple was brightly lit, and what made people shudder was that the owner of the dot of light was actually a known huge snow-white and crystalline moonblade tiger! It makes no sense that she is the master of this temple and has the largest number of sacrifices and the highest sacrificial status in Serrigdir. It is rumored that her speed is like lightning, and her roar is hissing through the earth, but at this time, she is full of majesty, leaning forward slightly, only revealing a little softness, and the intruder on the other side is much weaker, judging by its height, maybe a child or a dwarf, but it is dark under its cloak and cannot be seen clearly, perhaps covered by magic. It rested on its chest with a bandaged hand and made a simple religious rite.

The god had long since turned a blind eye to this, nodded, and then she stretched out her left paw and lay in front of the intruder, her eyes squinting at the intruder, and soon, a pair of small hands rested on the huge furry tiger claws, and suddenly sank into a circle of fur. Something strange happened, and the surroundings were silent in an instant, just as before, the torch no longer flickered and flickered, and the shadows on the walls remained in that strange shape forever, as if time had stopped, only the cloak on the intruder's body, and the fur on the moonbladed tiger's body, swayed slightly. If the wind-sensitive Tailgrass Spirits are at this point, they will find that only the air near them is circulating. The intruder gradually circled around his body, periodically expanding and contracting, large and small, and perhaps the most vicious incantations written on them in demonic language. Distorted letters emanate

Enchanting purple glow. Suddenly, the circle spun rapidly, and with each rotation, one of the circles vanished, and the shadows of the torches around them became more indistinct.

The intruder's legs trembled, his hands clutched at the tiger's fur as if it were a painful ritual, and drops of sweat seeped through the shadows of his cloak, as if it felt as if the evidence of its existence and the unfinished rehearsal had been drained away. The dazzling glare dances uncontrollably beside him, releasing a huge amount of energy.

When it was about to run out of its bearings, the ritual stopped. Feeling something soft and powerful pressing on top of its head, it consciously withdrew its hands and reinvigorated itself, only to be greeted by a soft gaze and the caress of a huge tiger claw. The little man lowered his head again, and after a while there was a low cry, and the white tiger also lowered its eyelids, and its tail gently brushed the floor, swaying from side to side.

A voice as thin as a mosquito swept through my ears: "It's finally over." "The sun was still shining outside the temple, but the trees and weeds seemed to be much taller than before.

"Now, the time to clean up the "debris" is getting shorter, and I am more and more aware that the distortions of time and space are amplifying, and it will be too late until they condense and solidify together and become "reasonable". The fact that the gods on high seldom show such concern shows the seriousness of the matter.

"No matter how you clean it up, the fragments of time will not be completely wiped out, they are infinitely redivided, as long as someone wantonly distorts time and space and displaces time, it will forever produce "fragments" from the gap in the flow of time and space, and if you want to destroy the fragments, you can only destroy the desire first. The figure still spoke in a very faint voice, as if it was dying.

"Okay, don't always blame desire, this is an attribute that the gods must add to the development of mortals, without desire, life cannot continue."

"I admire your magnanimity from the bottom of my heart, and those apologists seem to think that you are a ruthless god who hates human desires."

"For millions of years, I have watched humans, elves, and other races grow and build their own homeland under the guidance of desire, and they are sometimes destroyed by desire. This double-edged sword is the best stabilizer to balance the relationship between man and God. ”

"Your vision is admirable."

"Well, to get back to business, you also seem to be aware that there is a space-time distortion in the fertile soil of southern Xinjiang that is constantly expanding, and the reason for this seems to be the work of some human with a desire for profit, this curse has been planted since several years ago, and its consequence is to completely distort the facts. It has come close to becoming "reasonable". ”

"That's true, Lord Kronos, but only one thing you said is wrong, and that is not a desire for profit, but only a blinded eye by hatred and an erosion of wisdom to do such a thing."

"In any case, this distortion is not allowed to continue to expand its effects, and I hope you can solve all of this."

"Of course, my lordship, it's my obligation, but this time the distortion is too large, and I need something special to fight for it."

"Good. However, I hope you will remember that our cooperation is not monolithic, in other words, if you have done all this and still cannot repent, I will not hesitate to erase you. ”

"Profit-driven, profit-driven." The intruder let out a soft laugh, saluted the gods, and turned away.

By the time the intruders left the temple, it was already dark at night, and the city nine hundred kilometers away was still brightly lit, and the sleeping people had no idea what this brief conversation meant to them

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