Blind man, dressed in yellow.

There is no longer the previous rickets and aging, as if it has rejuvenated.

He stood on the altar of the high mountain, and with a cry of voice, he looked down on the people who had fallen to their knees under the black press, and was treated almost exactly like Him.

Even more than he could accept!

Because believers cannot see the presence of the gods, but where can they not see the Siha who has been leading them forward?

In their minds, Siha is the agent of the gods!

Therefore, he can clearly feel that the beliefs and powers that should belong to him are like a sponge absorbing water, and they are attracted away by Siha.

At least half of it was transmitted directly to him.

Most of the power that was transmitted to Him was stolen.

[Oh, it turned out ..... That's ......]

His mind thought so, as if combined with some previous speculation.

I finally understood what the disgust was at that time.

The God Stealer.

He thought of the word.

That particular power of confusion between consciousness and senses still wanted to work, but at this moment, it could no longer affect him.

The black mist rolled violently, thick as ink.

It exudes a dangerous aura.

But in the eyes of many believers, this is exactly how the gods react when they hear their voices.

So instead of being afraid, they became more and more fanatical and excited.

The voices of the crowd became more and more agitated.

The fluctuation of this power has even affected the surrounding distant cities, and those with slightly stronger spell strength can feel his presence.

But what if you feel it?

Even the churches of the Gray Feather God and the Light God fell into silence and did not take any action.

It's as if the two righteous gods are deliberately avoiding that kind of existence.

A lot of people don't even know what's going on in those churches.

For these people, who can only be regarded as "ordinary people" in comparison, they can't help but fall to their knees and speechless just by feeling that kind of gaze.

What else can be done?

They can't do anything.

I could only watch the situation unfold.

"The deity..... What kind of existence is it......"

Someone muttered in a low voice, confused and fearful.

"I can only hope that he is not a cruel character."

People prayed silently.

On the other side, his black mist has shrouded Haas.

In the black mist, with a strong corrosive effect.

The body of a blind old man is still just a human body, or an abnormally old one, where can it resist this kind of corrosion?

Just a moment later, it turned into a part of the black mist.

The flesh was gone, leaving only an exceptionally tenacious skeleton.

But when he was shrouded in black fog, the last expression on his face was not despair and pain, but a kind of extreme excitement.

Even at the corners of his mouth, he had a smile that fulfilled his wishes.

[His faith is also a pious .....]

He thought.

No matter what role he had become, he had become such a leader for so long, and he had almost completely become such a person.

Just like those words, if a person can play a good person for a lifetime, can you say that he is not a good person?

It's just that the next development is not the same as He thought.

When the skeleton was gone, he could feel that his consciousness was beginning to change.

[This is .....]

He found that in his body, from the inside out, there was an aura that disgusted him.

That's the breath of the yellow coat!

[I .....]

He was in a trance, as if he had split into two completely different versions of himself.

The smile he had just now, it turned out that it still meant like this?

The existence itself is like a sugar-coated poison, waiting for itself to swallow him.

Now, it's time for the poison!

Outside of the black fog, believers could not see what was going on.

But since the black mist has descended on Haas, it must be a gift on him, right?

Many people are very envious, and they also want to be one with their gods.

He opened it again, and his mind seemed to be awake for a moment.

In front of me, there was only darkness.

But in the darkness there is only one nothing, exactly like Him.

[My old friend, are you still awake? 】

His thoughts were blank, and then a wave of anger came over him.

It's all because of another consciousness that exists in this space.

It looked like Himself, but it wasn't, and the smell was familiar, but it was also disgusting and angry.

[Immersed in the script like this...... Wouldn't it be nice to be replaced by me? 】

[Why, do we have to struggle meaninglessly?] 】

【Yellow ......】

He muttered a word.

[There is no yellow coat here, only me, and I, that is, yourself. 】

There was a hint of pride in the other's tone.

[Accept the reality! From now on, we are one! Moreover..... I'll replace you! 】

Extremely confident, with the joy of having succeeded.

[Oh, really? 】

He sneered and made up his mind.

The raging black fog took a new shape, and they continued to fade and decay, so much so that they began to fight each other.

Along with the tentacles within.

Extremely intense pain, transmitted from the depths of the soul.

Even those countless chaotic memories began to be shattered, and only the most special one was held to the deepest corner.

【You...... You ......]

Panicked, hurried.

But this could not stop this change from continuing, and even the darkness around them began to crumble.

[In that case, it is better to disappear from this world together!] 】

[No..... How could you...... It's not something you'd do.....]

The other consciousness was shocked, not understanding why He did it.

[I'm tired of such a long life, if I can have you with me, it would be a blessing, right? 】

He couldn't figure out why he did it, but a voice in his heart was driving him to do it.

Perhaps, this is the common desire of so many lives.

They are no longer willing to maintain this endless state.

[No-no-no-]

The collapse continued, and along with the existence of both consciousnesses, began to dissipate, including everything in the darkness.

Eventually, only a tiny dot remained.

In the small dots, there is a little bit of root hidden at the end, as well as the most precious memory.

I don't know how long it has been drifting.

Finally, a strong desire arose.

[I..... Wake up! 】

So, Harukawa Shirakawa opened her eyes.

The white bed, the unfamiliar ceiling, the bedside, leaning against his most important people.

He spoke.

"I'm back."

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(End of book)

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It's said that the whole book is over.,There should be a few more chapters of daily life behind.,There are some epilogues.,Make up for the middle of the extra.,And plan to write another ending (that's right.,There's another ending!) Although it's a bit messy to say this, but after all, this is Xianmeow's own book, and I still want to write it), and there is a testimonial about the end of the book.

It's just that the update after that won't be very stable, so if you can, put it on the bookshelf first and check it every two days.