The ancient tree walked unhurriedly on the earth, and he was in the excitement of finally going out of the door, so he didn't want to go back yet. Hiding in the canopy of the tree, Bran once again entered the sea of magic, allowing the ancient tree to roam aimlessly.

Lily was above the white clouds, and that day's rage had made her like to be in the sky. The sea of magic that Bran saw, she also touched the edge, but in her eyes it was just a trickle of colorful streamers. She saw a figure sitting on the other side of the river, staring at the river stupidly. It was his brother Bran, and he was here too. Lily said hello, but her brother was unconscious.

She wanted to take a step, but the trickle was close in front of her, but far away. Occasionally, the younger brother would grasp his hand towards the water, and then the smooth hand would peel off its skin, and a delicate gray mist would wrap around the craggy bones. This reminded her of what her brother had said - clear and turbid.

She followed her brother's example and kept her eyes on the river. The river grew wider and deeper, and slowly turned into an endless sea. The riverbank is gone, my brother is gone, and I am in a sea of magic. This startled her heart, the sea disappeared in an instant, and the trickle was still in front of her.

She understood that her brother had been trapped in this sea and could not extricate himself.

At first, he still needed his brother to take the initiative to retrieve it, but then the gray mist seemed to have found a home, and a thin mist rose in front of him and began to pour towards him in a steady stream. From time to time, a mist enveloped in a light or two, which was thrown at him in a constant burst.

Lily stood on the riverbank, quietly looking at her brother, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

She looked around and realized that countless trickles were flowing around her, and she was standing in the trickle of light, which was her cornerstone, her bank.

She looked at her brother again, and the figure had been blurred by the myriad streams. But she still saw clearly, saw the trickling river clearly, slowly merging into her brother's body, and turning her brother into a part of it.

Her heart instantly lifted, and the trickle around her disappeared again. The younger brother was still sitting on the bank of the river, stupidly trapped.

Perhaps sensing her anxiety and concern, Bran finally looked away from the river's gaze and looked at her. As always, grinning at her. In those smiling eyes, there was a clear light.

The younger brother beckoned to her and seemed to say something. She couldn't hear it, but she knew it had to be—I was fine.

The sister and brother smiled and looked at each other, they were a little stupid.

......

The siblings are still in love, but their followers are drifting apart.

In the morning light, the prayers in Yong'an City were still loud, but the clothes in the Atonement Army were divided into two colors—black and white. The two-colored crowd in the prayer became more and more solemn.

Humble and reverent, Mera hoped that God's favor would come upon her as well.

Nicole was right, everything about her was given by the gods. So when someone doubts, divine punishment comes. She couldn't help but secretly rejoice that she woke up in time that day. Even if the night is banished by the light, he will remain forever, and day and night will still alternate. And she will never be able to escape the darkness of the night.

She could not believe in the night, but she could not question his existence in the darkness of the night.

Mera felt that she needed to make amends because she had questioned God's arrangement. And the only thing she could do at the moment was to pray sincerely. Pray for God's punishment and ask for God's forgiveness.

She focused on the idol in her hand, on the light that had appeared in the night. Under the selfless concentration and piety, the glimmer of light in her palms gradually became fiery.

Part of the power of a wizard comes from will, from recognition and belief. As long as you have seen it, as long as you are convinced that the path is correct, as long as the ability is also in line with that path.

But Mera took it all as a gift from the gods, and in her joy the light grew brighter and brighter, and she became more and more focused and religious.

Early that morning, the gods set their sights on Mera. Because of her devotion and repentance, she was forgiven for her sins and given a gift.

......

At some point, the swarm joined in the prayers. The biters worship only their only king, Lily. At the beginning of the day, under the command of the Worm King, the insects scattered everywhere began their evil form of sacrifice.

In the morning breeze, the sound of the friction of insect wings reached Yong'an City and Ryo's ears.

The cannibals of Ryo are finally freed from their predicament, and they are able to disguise themselves as humans in Yong'an City. Now they are brightly armoured and have regained their human appearance, but there are some things that can no longer be recovered.

Ryo prayed intently, but he couldn't tell whether he was pious or fearful. Because as long as he saw those two images, he couldn't help but weaken his legs.

I once thought that my hostess would only chop with a sword. Until that night, the pillar of light that soared into the sky in Yong'an City rose. Perhaps, the hostess just likes the feeling of the sword in the flesh, the cry under the sword, and the moaning of dying after the sword. It's like making him a contemptible cannibal, maybe just because she likes it.

Ryo would not choose to take sides, neither light nor darkness would give him warmth or support, they would only bring him deep fear. Only fools will oppose them, and if they want to believe, they will all believe. Even if he wanted his life, Ryo would not resist, because that would only cause more pain. I just need to obey! I just want to live humblely.

The cannibals are in their own right, because the favor of the gods never comes to them. No gods appeared, no gods whispered in the night, the gods treated them harshly, but they were the most devout of them.

Reverent to the most primitive instinct - to live.

After the morning prayer, they will set out again to clear the other side of Yong'an City, creating a new no-man's land as a buffer. May the gods bless them with a safe return, and they will feast on the flesh and blood of their enemies as sacrifices to the gods.

......

That night, the pillar of light that soared into the sky was too dazzling, and countless demons saw the earth-shattering vision. Then the news of the fall of Yong'an City came out and began to spread to the interior of the Demon Continent.

Several elite scouts approached Yong'an City and managed to bring back a few captives. Then a shocking news leaked out - the gods have arrived!

Falsehood!

But under torture, the captives swore that they had seen the gods with their own eyes and seen their power. The gods are a pair of young men and women who represent eternal light and darkness.

It was also the light that cleansed Yong'an City in an instant!

The captives behaved differently, but they all spoke in unison about the gods. Eventually, even the torturers began to hesitate.

The captives were held separately, and then the people who watched reported that they were praying in the same way, praying that the gods would forgive them for their wrongs, and that they would be able to return to their arms after death.