His expression was contorted, as if he wanted to reach out and grab it, but he could only catch air out of thin air.

Rising out of thin air, there was an indescribable sluggishness in his eyes!

Bang!

He was still on the ground.

"You're left to fend for yourself here. The gatekeeper rubbed the blood on his hand and spat him. "I wanted to throw it out to you last time I was crazy, it was Pastor Theon who kept pleading with you, and you were so good that you wanted to strangle Pastor Theon!"

The blood-red liquid burst into the air, as if in just one breath, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

The speed at which the blood spread on the ground was unimaginable.

He heard the gatekeeper walk away and slammed the door of the church yard shut.

"Hehehe......" he cried and laughed.

The black and blue pupils looked very strange in the night.

Beneath the sculpture of Heralex, he sat down. Bewildered, he looked at the darkness around him. Feeling the cracking sensation of countless wounds on his body, he looked down and saw that most of the wounds on his body were torn again, and the place that had been bandaged was oozing blood red again, spreading little by little like ripples, he subconsciously coughed, accompanied by a hoarse cough, and spoks of blood were squeezed out of his throat.

Soon, he felt a feeling of extreme weakness, not in the simple sense of weakness, but a sign before he was about to faint after bleeding too much. Pique panicked, but he was powerless to stop it.

In the open space, the bloody aura was still permeating, which seemed to give the first knight of the continent a layer of battlefield killing atmosphere.

At this time, the atmosphere was extremely weird, and I could only watch my injuries worsen, but there was a voice in my heart shouting: "Die, die." It seems to be a relief, but it also seems to be indifferent.

However, another voice showed an unwilling will: "I don't want to die yet, let me live." "As if praying for a compromise, as if it was a dream whisper.

Faintly, his body went from stiff to soothing. This feeling is like when he just woke up as a child, his consciousness was awake, but his body could not move until he struggled desperately to bring his consciousness back into his body.

"Ah......h

"Are you leaving, Zhu Tian?" he asked himself with a movement of his right hand, feeling his body return to his dominance.

If anyone were to look closely into his eyes at this moment. Then, he must be able to see rows and rows of red blood in his black pupil dissipating rapidly. In the end, it became as clear as the other eye, but it was still black and blue!

At this moment, some kind of strange power was generated, his heart was no longer tense, and gradually regained his vitality, from the endless silence, he gasped heavily, "What kind of monster have I become?" Zhu Tian, if you can't keep your sanity, you should never wake up. I really feel your sadness, I feel your anger, and at some point, I want to burst out of my anger...... I seem to have become your ......."

It seemed as if a long time had passed, and Peake thought that another soul in his body had fallen into a deep sleep again, but the voice suddenly said a sentence: "I wish I had died like that, with Emma, but I don't know how to kill myself." and not bother you. You can feel my anger and despair, and at the same time, I can fully understand your mood, and when I am angry, I can feel the peace and peace of your heart affecting me, and it seems that after waking up, there is a new change in our relationship......"

"What's new?" said Picke.

He seemed to feel his whole body return to his control, first his uncontrolled right hand, which was still sluggish at first, but after a while of adaptation, everything seemed to be calm again.

"Have you calmed down?" asked Peake.

Obviously, the shrill voice had lost its previous rage and madness, and what was left was utter despair and sadness: "I want to know something, where did they take Emma? Or ...... Where did they bury Emma?"

Pique leaned against the base of the statue, feeling the shaking of the world in front of him, he struggled for a moment, but he couldn't stop the world in front of him. "I will, I'll help you find Emma, whether she's alive or dead. ”

The only thought in Pique's mind was to pray that he would not go crazy again. The last time he woke up, he directly punched the fat priest named Irin unconscious, and no matter how Pique stopped it, he couldn't suppress the outburst of another will in his body at all. Later, it was the gatekeeper who tied him up, and after three days, he was tired, and Pique finally calmed down.

Tonight, when he saw the piece of paper that Emma had left him in the Universal Divine Codex, Zhu Tian became furious again.

Originally, there was no portrait of the girl in the white dress on the back of the brown paper, which was sketched out by Zhu Tian with his memory before he fell asleep.

Who would have thought that when he saw the piece of paper just now, it was the beast that activated Zhu Tian's heart again.

Peake didn't know when Zhu Tian would break out next time, and what he could do now was to try his best to maintain even breathing and not let the pain in his chest come more intensely.

The broken rib seems to have been healed by the priest in the church, and after a few days of cultivation, the vague pain is getting lighter and lighter, but just now in order to prevent Zhu Tian from killing the old priest, he had to go to gravity to knock on his chest, and at this time, it can only be Pique himself who bears the pain alone.

He leaned against the statue like that, covered in bloody bandages, like a warrior who had just stepped down from the battlefield. However, the blank state of his eyes made him look more like a wandering samurai who had been beaten and disabled.

Even a wandering samurai can be rescued by good people, but at this time the street is pitch black, there is no one, and he can't even compare to the treatment of a wandering samurai at this time.

The town of peace became a town of tranquility, and at this time he could not hear a single sound, and his ears were full of the silence of the night.

Time passed little by little, and he watched the clouds in the sky gather and disperse countless times, and he blinked countless times at the stars in the sky.

The bleak night gripped him all the time.

His lips were dry, and he could only swallow his bloody saliva, his eyes fixed on the dim and trance-like crescent moon in the sky, and no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Finally, he closed his heavy eyes......

The silent night passed silently around him, and he had survived the most bitter autumn night, and when he opened his eyes again, a glimmer of light and warmth flooded into his eyes.

Is it dawn?

At this time, he suddenly heard a rhythmic voice coming from the end of the long street—footsteps.

The voice came from far and near, and the person who came was dressed in gray linen clothes, thick headscarves, and a short and fat figure, and there was no difference between the appearance of the usual town aunt. She was carrying a large cloth bag, from which steaming heat came out.

Peake felt that the scene in front of him was particularly blurry, and he struggled and shook his head, but he couldn't see who was coming in front of him, and could only distinguish the outline, which seemed to be a woman.

The thought that came to his mind was that this should be the early devout believer who came to church to chant and pray.

There are many people who come to the god of light before the day is full light, or simply stand in front of the door and pray.

Struggling, he sat up against the base of the knight's sculpture. The person who came over first saw Pique in the blue hat and hesitated for a while, then seemed to see the bandages around him, exclaimed, and walked quickly towards Pique, stretching out his hand......

Pique's first thought was to resist, he was covered in blood, and he didn't want to let the other party touch him directly, so as not to stain other people's clothes.

He swallowed, not reaching for the other's outstretched hand.

“...... Not...... It's okay......" Pique's voice was a little weak, and he couldn't even lift his head in this weak situation.

As the woman approached, the silhouette finally became clear, and the wide, chubby silhouette seemed familiar to Pique.

"Pique...... It's me, I'm your Aunt Eckfee......" A mellow voice came softly, and to Pique's ears at this time, this voice was very close to his ears, but it seemed to be very distant and vague.

But soon, he heard the man repeat the words, "My poor Peake...... Don't you know your Aunt Eckfield?"

Before Pique fainted, he felt himself crouched on a soft back, moving little by little in a certain direction.

For most people on this continent, it was just a normal night. But for this young man in the blue hat, it was countless tortures and sufferings, and it was one terrifying and lonely dream after another......

In a long coma, he fell into the abyss, he fell into the white mist, he fled into the pool of fire, he ran into the white tower.

In every dream, he was alone, as if the whole world belonged to him.

Finally, he saw himself standing in a field of light, and he looked down on the continent and saw countless rays of light bursting on the ground.

He noticed a detail, there was a man standing in each ray of light. Those people watched with expectant eyes as they took off, watching themselves stagnate in mid-air.

As if to pursue the truth of the world, after glancing down at the crowd on the ground, he flew high, flew along the light, his arms spread, he flew towards the other side of the light, and he had an idea in his heart, he wanted to see what was the end of that light?

Is it an endless starry sky, or is it ...... The god of light?

Perhaps, change began at that moment.

- On that day, countless people saw him rise in the bath.

In the picture, he was tired of flying, and someone walked under him and injected the light from his body into his body.

At that moment, he was incomparably powerful!

......

......

At some point, he finally woke up.

Slowly blinking his eyes and seeing the blurred light around him, he subconsciously turned his head, feeling the burning pain on his body, he was silent and frowned.

"Poor little fellow, Auntie will protect you, so you can recuperate here with peace of mind. Peake heard the words, and he could feel the love and sincerity in that voice.