1:440 Awakening to Nightglow (6)

At the same time, Ryder the rabbit led a large group of monsters to the outskirts of the city. Due to the huge size of this group of demonic beasts, the leopard guards on the side could only watch in amazement, not daring to step forward to stop Ryder, nor daring to attack the group of demonic beasts.

Bediwell followed the team of Warcraft to inspect the situation, and quickly chased after the rabbit boy at the front of the team: "Ryder?!You Weishenme will be in this kind of place, what are you doing to these Warcraft?!" Ryder ignored Bediwell, but kept playing the flute. He walked to a suitable place on the outskirts and immediately drew a huge circle on the ground with the [Time and Space Ring-Andward Lalot] in his hand. The circle instantly took shape, turning into a black subspace entrance.

Ryder played the Hameron flute again, and the monsters followed the sound of the flute into the circle, and all fell into it, never to come up again.

It took about half an hour to deal with the remaining eight hundred or so monsters before Ryder the rabbit man stopped and said to Bedwell in a hoarse voice, "Who is Ryder? "Ryder" embarrassed Bediwell.

"So, zaijian, sir. I'm glad I happened to pass by and let you get your little life back. The rabbit boy bowed and jumped into the circle, and the entrance to the subspace closed immediately, and everything disappeared without a trace, as if it had never happened.

The wounds on Bediwell's body told him that it was all unquestionably true.

Regardless of how many festive times there were, Ryder had forgiven Bedeville, right? Otherwise, Rabbit wouldn't have taken such a huge risk to help the werewolf boy when Bedeville needed it most.

The bell in Athens rang at 12 p.m. This turmoil and frenzy has finally passed.

People didn't have a good time at this festival.

Athens was ravaged by an army of monsters, killing many people, destroying many buildings, and shrouded in a gloomy fog.

However, witnessing their [Sotnes] might, the leopards comforted themselves that there was still a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

Religions, miracles, myths, legends. These things were originally fabricated by human beings in the dark days to encourage themselves, vain and superstitious things.

After knowing the principle of photons, human society no longer believes in superstitious things such as gods and ghosts, but looks at magic and miracles with a more scientific attitude. Their hearts have lost their reverence for the mysterious.

As a result, mankind has entered an age without gods, and the soul is empty and has nothing to rely on.

Because of this, the human heart has degenerated, and life is extravagant and rotten, and it does not want to make progress, but covets pleasure.

They were in the light, but what they saw was [hazy darkness].

The orcs, on the other hand, were in the dark, and all they could see was the light at the end of the sky. It is precisely because the dark land is so dark and boundless that they need God, they need faith, they need spiritual trust.

Their trust is occasionally answered by Kama (fate), and what Kama gives to these orcs is [Light in the Darkness] - [Sotnis] -

In a strange way, the Hungarians are happier than humans.

Late at night. Inside a cabin somewhere on the prairie.

A voice woke up the little boy.

Arthur got up from his bed, and he looked out the window at the woods, and was stunned.

In the dark night, on the dark branches, a beautiful white bird lurked.

She looked at the six-year-old boy with her bright green eyes, as if she was telling Arthur something.

"Yayayaya

"Who the hell are you" Arthur clutched his head in annoyance and scolded in a low voice, "weishenme, you're going to disturb my life!" "I could have lived happily ever after—" "Arthur?" Hearing a strange noise in the middle of the night, the mother peeked in from outside the room to check on her son's condition: "What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?" "No, no. The little boy promised his mother and lay back on the bed.

"Alright, go to sleep. We're going camping tomorrow. Iglian calmed her uneasy son and covered him with the quilt.

"Mommy," the little boy asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" said the mother, tenderly.

The child let out a sigh of white air and asked tremblingly, "Is it really okay for me to live so happily all the time?" Life with my parents is so happy and happy, it's like a sweet dream.

The more I had such a sweet dream, the more I feared, afraid that this sweet dream would wake up one day.

Once he wakes up, he will fall into some kind of terrible [reality], and the cruel reality will swallow Arthur once more.

Tears welled up in the little boy's eyes, he just didn't want to be separated from his parents. Such a happy dream, even if he used all his life to exchange it for one more second, he would be grateful to Dade and nodded in agreement.

He just wants to be happy.

Igline looked at her son with pity, and she seemed to vaguely sense something.

The woman put her arms around her son and whispered, "Arthur, don't be afraid. No matter what happens, Mom will always be there for you and will always protect you. Iglian softly sang a lullaby: "Ah--the stars in the sky--you squint your eyes, squint your eyes?

It's to find that flickering hope, that shining light.

The light shines on the earth, the light of God whispers, and if there is hope, there is a moment to see through the darkness.

Ahh

It is to remember the touching that passed in your life.

If you stand on the earth and go to the ends of the earth, if you have courage, you will have the moment to find the light.

After a while, Arthur fell asleep.

Iglian looked at her son's round face, which was a little quiet and handsome in his sleep, and lovingly arranged the quilt for the child.

Then, she looked back at the white bird in the trees in the distance outside the window.

The white bird still stood still in the branches, her green eyes and Igelian's black eyes meeting each other, bursting with sparks of hostility.

"Hurry up!" warned, "no one will try to snatch my treasure from me!" As if sensing Igline's unshakable obsession, the white bird finally spread its wings and flew away.

Eglian breathed a sigh of relief. She never wanted to lose Arthur again - a woman's obsession with keeping her precious son could be terrible.