None of the people of Wings could have imagined that Bran would behave so frustratedly in this matter.

Originally, I wanted to give Bran a good look, so that he could see how powerful he was. I never thought that Bran would fight when he said he would fight, and he would fight it again. In my imagination, the battle of wits and courage between you and me did not happen at all, and in the face of the swarming souls, this side can only retreat again and again.

"Stop! Pause!"

Through the magic net, the winged little wizard frequently shouted in the air.

"Stop! Say yes, try not to kill your own people. ”

"It's just a game, how do you really do it?"

"Fight again, we're in a hurry!"

"Why are you still fighting?"

......

Despite all the excuses he made to stall for time, Bran remained unmoved, and the deceased gradually began to appear to be in attendance.

The little wizards of Winged City have yet to realize that even the game is a game that must be taken seriously for Bran, with a very different mindset from the beginning than they did.

They didn't even notice that Bran had already lost patience with their procrastination. It has not been launched for a long time, only because the time is not yet ripe.

Now, Bran still doesn't think the time is right. He just didn't want to procrastinate for 10, 20, or even longer. God knows what kind of troubles will arise during this period.

The human soul is only a very small part of everything in the world, and there are too many souls that cannot be guided by faith. Those can only be slowly polished and infiltrated by magic.

But Bran thought it would be a good idea, to form a whirlpool of momentum, to attract them all. He believes that once it is attracted, the vortex will grow bigger and bigger, and eventually everything will be quickly mastered. So once things start, they have to be done in one go, and Bran doesn't want to mess things up.

As time passed, the young wizards realized that Bran wasn't going to stop waiting for them. Just like many years ago, he just buried his head in his own business, ignoring other people's voices and opinions.

Even after more than ten years, Bran is still so annoying that he refuses to care about other people's feelings and attitudes.

Yes, at this time, Bran is unwilling and does not want to care about the feelings of other people, even his big brother Adam. Originally, it was hoped that Adam would give priority to provoking the contradictions of the believers of the Light line, and accelerate the spread and deepening of the faith in confrontation and competition. Who would have thought that he would directly provoke the contradiction between the believers of the light and the night.

Since everyone has their own ideas and wants things to go in the direction that is most beneficial to them, why should he be too scruples about this matter that is closely related to him?

But Bran's scruples were not without merit, at least the number of religious believers increased dramatically. It is a matter of life and wealth, and no one dares to be careless in this kind of thing anymore.

As time passed, the number of deaths grew, and the number of deaths became unbearable. However, the trend of the spread of the undead has not stopped......

This is true not only for the people on Qiming, but also for everyone who has seen this catastrophe, and even the little wizards of Winged City are frightened.

......

Faced with the undead, who were already unstoppable in an instant, the believers of the Light Family were stunned from top to bottom. No words like retaliation, retaliation, or anything like that are ever mentioned again.

But their faith is not lost, on the contrary, it is becoming stronger. By all indications, the gods are still protecting them.

Those who are truly devout always manage to escape the entanglement of the dead soul and survive. Once or twice may be a fluke, but who thinks so after a few times?

As the spirits advance, they encounter the first village with an altar. Then under the frightened, desperate gaze of the people, they took a detour.

So around the altar, the villagers worked hard to build a temple in a short period of time. With the appearance of the temple, the surrounding area returned to peace. Although there will be one or two geyers sporadically, it is not a problem.

Some of those who had escaped began to gather here, and as more and more people gathered, the village became a small town, and the town became a small town, and the temple in the city became tall and majestic.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the humble altar in the center of the temple.

In this way, with the expansion of the souls of the dead, the temples on the Qiming Continent sprung up one after another.

In the face of the impact, there was still a group of people who were unscathed - that is, the demon believers represented by Mera. Among them were high-ranking priests and low-ranking laborers, but they all had one thing in common, all of them came from outside the Winged City. Whether they are eminent or low, they all have the same identity - slave, slave of the gods.

For other believers, the title of slave may be just a way of expressing humility, but for people like Mera, it is their proudest and truest identity.

They feared the gods, including the dark night that was causing trouble.

They still remember the first prayer, the aria that sings the praises of both light and night. They sang the praises of the greatness of the light in the darkness of dawn, and the peace of the night in the middle of the evening glow.

They used to hang the idol around their necks and hide it in their hearts. Although the faith has changed, the idol has never been discarded. For them, it is a symbol of status and glory.

When some people were in danger of being confronted with the countless souls that swarmed them, these traces of the past saved them. The souls of the dead slid like flowing water, running into the distance......

......

When Mera finds Nicole again, it feels like a world away.

"Do you know what's going on outside?"

Nicole nodded calmly, "We have our own channels of information. ”

Mera smiled wryly, "yes, you did everything that happened out there. As a high priest, how could he not know?

Can you tell me when this will end. ”

"The end? This is just the beginning. Nicole shook her head slightly, "Just like back then, it appeared in front of us and led us into despair. When everything that was once shattered was shattered, new hope was nurtured in the brokenness, and we have become what we are today.

At that time, how did it end?"

Nicole shook her head again: "It's not going to end, it's just jumping from one start to another, and each start has a profound impact." For us, it may be a lifetime or a lifetime. After all, death is not the end, it is still a new beginning.

So don't think about when it will end, but how it will begin. ”

Mera let out a sullen breath, "So, how are you going to get started?"

"The youngest feathered people have gone out, trying to appease the unwillingness and anger of the dead souls, and restore their peace. ”

Mera was stunned, "How dare you ......"

"How dare you?" said Nicole, "no! sooner or later you will understand that things are not what you think." ”

......

"It feels, it's snowing!"

Hearing the reminder of Meow next to him, Aitch looked up at the clear blue sky and was speechless for a while. It's not that I don't believe it, but I'm a little jealous.

When Meow Meow jumped into the water and threw herself, Aitch found out that Bran and Zoya had slapped their marks on the child's buttocks. Edge's belief is that like Flowey's sigils, they will also give Meowth certain powers, allowing him to gradually show certain talents.

He regretted his sluggishness a little, and although it was not good for these marks to appear on his head, the position of the ass was fine. When Bran lets himself take care of the child, he should use these as conditions.

It's been a while since I've been here with Meowmeow. The reason why I stopped roaming was because the undead had already invaded here......