The subsidence separates the heavens from the earth, and a piece of it is dug out of thin air.

The sea is separated and cannot be closed, and will not be closed in the future.

A continent was wiped off the map, then dragged to the edge of the chaotic fetal membrane.

The moment of separation from the main plane of matter marks the birth of a new half-plane.

It is man-made, and the entrance is just below the abyss.

The nascent plane is still unstable, but that doesn't mean it's fragile, and the Holy Throat gathers the will of the red believers of the entire tricolor world and continues to provide it with energy.

The power was furious and powerful, and it moved in the starry sky of nothingness, causing ripples - magnified to see that it was a tidal wave of energy.

Silos was originally a sparsely populated paradise with no strife, but now that the surrounding sea has been emptied, it is even more difficult to see people.

The native inhabitants will spend the rest of their lives as red believers and multiply.

The same goes for their descendants, and this peach orchard will be able to last until the day when the entire half-plane dies.

Regarding this point, Fei did not make a clear request before his death, and I had no choice but to do so, and now in this world, moving them out of here is tantamount to exile. After a long period of peace and tranquility, this group of people could not survive in the outside world.

The queen of Silos thought so, and she could not help but rejoice at the unprecedented spectacle, even forgetting the death of her own daughter, which she said was sad but nothing compared to the scene before her.

This woman was overjoyed when she knew that I was willing to prolong the life of their family and lift the curse. I glanced at what she was thinking, and it turned out that the woman was thinking about having another daughter to take her place in the future.

A good politician should have such qualities that he can easily give up his relatives, friends and even himself in order to fulfill his political ambitions.

But alas, she didn't know what kind of thinking circuit the candle flame was—or rather, I used to be a magpie and am now a magpie, just like a leek didn't know what a reaper thought.

She didn't know that what I had done so far was for one person, and she speculated that my purpose was for some kind of exalted power and power, but it was a pity that I had killed so many people, and was causing more misfortunes in my sobriety, and only for one person.

This person is not worthy to be Faye's mother.

The surname Silos is not worthy of the Holy Maiden.

This leek me off.

I immediately decided to make the surname Silos disappear and put it into action.

Red needs blood sacrifices, and I need to vent my frustration and hit it off.

Why should good people die?

Why should geniuses be treated harshly?

Why do mediocre people enjoy mediocrity and accuse them of being unconventional?

Why did she die for this kingdom, only to be forgotten in insignificant mourning?

I buried her with my own hands.

I chopped her up and fed it to the dogs.

Well, literally

yes, I have no reason to ask you to remember her too.

But.

I have the power to do that.

That's why I did it.

I want the people of Silos to remember, and let these native red believers remember who brought them out of their original situation, escaped from the chaotic main material plane, and embarked on the path of survival—truly living.

Here, no one can disobey my will.

Red is condensed here because of my will.

It only exists for my wishful dreams – and of course, if it weren't for lily of the valley, it wouldn't exist.

In the darkness of the void, a man with black hair and black eyes appeared from the edge of the half-plane.

The dark clothes added a sense of solemnity to him, but no matter how long it took for this man to look like this, he would never age.

The temperament and appearance that are enough to make the holy maiden obsessed with deserve the word perfect as a life.

Picture perfect.

In front of my eyes, the three-dimensional data model flickered, changing as the plane moved, fine-tuning itself.

Magpie reached out and stroked the chaotic fetal membranes.

【Name:Orchid】

【Type;Half-plane】

[Emergy: Changing dramatically. 】

[Characteristics: [Half-Plane], [Young], [Chaos Fetal Membrane], [Sub-Realm], [Continuation of the Three Colors], [Holy Land]]

[Note 1: This plane is governed by the [Holy Throat] to establish its mode of existence and foundation, and is governed by the [King], which carries out the will of the supreme authority/

[Note 2: [The Demise of the Holy Maiden], this plane has a field effect, any existence with intellectual [Order/Neutral Kindness] will receive [Saint's Protection], and the existence of the [Chaos Evil/Neutral] camp will be punished... Data error. Detected unnamed position shielding... Permission granting. Correct... Will be able to move normally]

[Note 3: [Holy Maiden's Protection], Prayer Field Magic, as long as it is within the influence range of [Lan], the effect of buff-type spells increases, and the individual's life field energy (below the candle flame) increases by 15 percentage points.] Hallow damage is treated as true damage. 】

[Note 4: [Lamb Praise], within the influence range of [Lan], red believers will receive spell resistance equal to their own faith level, and individuals and groups who reach a certain level of sacrifice will receive a magic immunity effect up to 12 rings]

[Note 5: [Self-defense], those who disobey the supreme authority, disobey the doctrine and exceed the authority will be ostracized and attacked.] Due to the mobile nature of this plane, it can be considered a special type of war fortress. 】

[Note 6: [Holy Land], the pillar in the hearts of red believers, the highest level of holy land, the largest magnet of faith, can gather people's hearts, collect faith, and transform the unbelievers (equivalent to the Seven Rings Constant Evil Art [Spiritual Agitation], the Ten Rings Constant Divine Technique [Spiritual Solidification], and the Eight Rings Constant Evil Art [Great Incitement])]

"Whew. Really, it was done really easily. ”

Magpie frowned.

He felt bad.

The imaginary crisis did not come, and even the mother of the black swan, who had been taking care of him some time ago, did not come out to shout and kill, which made him breathe a sigh of relief and feel that something was not quite right.

Lily of the valley is there, you can pick it up sooner or later, naturally there is no problem.

So what else?

The whims of the magpie can never go wrong.

This..

This feeling of inescapability ...

It was as if a young child had been placed in a man-high iron pot, and the firewood underneath had just been ignited, and the huge specific heat capacity of the water was still working.

He thought someone else was bathing him.

But others were going to boil him into a rotten bone broth.

It's going to get dirty.

Feed the dogs?

- "Master. ”

"Ahh What's wrong?"

Magpie turned, eyes back in focus.

Scared me.

"Fei saw that the master seemed to be a little troubled, so he came over, did he disturb you?"

"No, it's ok. ”

I can't tell you I'm thinking about whether to feed the dog or not.