Dark.

It's dark.

There was an unsettling smell in the air.

Faintly, through the cracks in the stones, you can still hear the terrible howl of the dead souls.

Alain sat sluggishly on the stone bed, unable to see in the darkness, but she could feel that this man's life was dying, because not long ago she had stabbed a dagger into his chest.

"Na...... You're the godfather. ”

"Why is this happening, why is this happening?"

"It's the second time, an important loved one died because of me, and everyone is going to leave me......"

"Why is this happening? I didn't do anything wrong, is this the way this world is? People who have no money, people who have no strength, people who are kind, people who are kind, people who are kind, should be bullied by bad people, obviously there is nothing wrong, but they will be killed, just like when they were children, they are obviously not wrong, but they have to run away, obviously I listen to my mother's words, try to be a good child, and in the end even my godfather will leave me, or I will be killed by my own hands......"

"Godfather, am I not doing well enough?"

"Godfather, why didn't you talk back? Even if it's to reprimand me, sue me for something wrong, I'll correct it seriously, godfather, why don't you speak? I have a lot to say to you......"

"Hey, it's so strange, I used to dream of meeting my godfather, I have a lot to say, I want to tell you about the sea of flowers in spring, I want to tell you about the night sky in summer, I want to tell you about the bright moon in autumn, I want to tell you about the snow in winter, but why can't I say anything now. Why do you only cry? Why is it so dark here? Why don't godfathers and moms talk back? ”

No one responded to her.

The girl's pupils slowly turned gray.

The power of death is silently gathering on its own.

"Mom, godfather, why don't you speak? Wake up. Talk to Alain, it's dark, it's lonely, it's scary, please wake up, wake up, even if you don't say anything. It's good to stay by my side......"

The black aura seeped out of the earth and spread towards the unconscious two, perhaps only for a moment. This sheer breath of death can corrode the seriously injured who have not yet died into undead creatures, causing the poor girl to make a great mistake that can never be undone.

However, the bone wall that sealed the entrance shattered, and a little light spilled down, and Sigma stepped on the shattered bone slag. He saw the scene in the darkness at a glance. I couldn't hide my surprise: "There is such a thing!?" ”

He then shouted, "Stand down!" ”

The invisible sound waves turned into the power of words, and the gathering of the dead spirit and the gloom in Alain's eyes turned into invisible smoke and dust, and he quickly came to Alain's side, and the girl looked at him blankly, barely discerning his identity from the voice and a little light, and finally, she threw herself into Sigma's arms and cried loudly, "Godfather...... The godfather was ...... by me And mom ......."

Sigma saw blood stains on Alain's body. Seeing the dagger on Tesla's chest, he vaguely guessed the truth of the matter. He stretched out his hand to check on Alain's mother, there were traces of Yan zhòng's mental suggestion on her body, but fortunately she was only unconscious, although her soul may have been damaged somewhat, but it is not irreversible and not life-threatening.

As for Tesla......

He's still alive, but the dagger has a vicious necromancy toxin quenched on it.

"Don't be afraid, Alain, you didn't kill your godfather, he wasn't dead."

Sigma stretched out his hand, pinched the handle of the dagger with two fingers, and slowly pulled it out, the dagger slowly came out, the blood magic repaired the ruptured blood vessels, and threw the dagger aside, he pressed his fingers against the wound stabbed by the dagger, and with a light stroke from top to bottom, the scars corroded by the toxin were stitched up by invisible force, Tesla suddenly took a long breath and let out a hiss.

"Teach...... Godfather! Alain looked at the elders she admired and thanked in a dream.

"It's me, Alain, who finally met you, and you must be disappointed that the godfather is such a guy in this kind of wolf situation." Tesla took a few deep breaths, the toxins in his body dissipated, and he finally had the ability to speak.

"No...... No! I should say I'm sorry, it's me who ......" Alain's voice was still choked, "Godfather, you're going to die, aren't you?" Your body is getting darker and darker, and there's a nasty gray color that gathers ......"

The necromancer sighed silently.

As Alain said, she was able to sense that the dead air was slowly driving out Tesla's vitality.

With his necromancer's vision and experience, Tesla's flame of life was as faint as a broken candle, and he was hopeless, even the most powerful priest could not save his life, and perhaps in a moment, the demon scholar would fall into an eternal slumber, and the weeping girl would always bear the pain of killing the godfather, and live in the pain of self-loathing and self-punishment for the rest of her life, because she was unexpectedly sensible, so no matter whose persuasion and forgiveness could make her feel relieved.

But...... There is still a way.

"Alain, your godfather will die...... But it wasn't you who killed him. ”

The necromancer stared at the demonic scholar who was gradually dying.

"Albert Tesla, I am here for the celestial disaster that befell Morning Light, just eight days ago, this border town in the southern frontier of the empire was hit by a once-in-a-century thundercloud storm, which indirectly triggered a terrible flood disaster, many people were displaced, many people lost their lives as a result, and many more families lost important family members as a result." Sigma half-squatted down beside Tesla and said coldly, "I have good reason to believe that this abnormal celestial storm is related to you, and I am here for this." ”

The Demon Dao Scholar was stunned for a moment, glanced at the necromancer with difficulty, and showed a smile: "Ah, you are right, six days ago, there was indeed a magic guide that was used to control the over-the-horizon delivery ability of the weather control instrument, and I chose the location in the desolate place in the southern border of the empire, and now it seems that there has been a deviation......"

"It's not a deviation, it's an accident, it's a disaster, and a lot of people die because of it." Sigma's voice grew cold.

"Really?" Tesla said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Is that all?" The necromancer's voice was even colder.

"That's all there is to it, what else can I do? It was just a mistake, and I was asked to go to the graves of the victims and weep bitterly. Ask for forgiveness from their families, or death to apologize? Tesla calmly replied, "Rather than doing these meaningless things, I should be doing to improve this weather control instrument so that more living people can enjoy its results." ”

"What about the dead? Should you die peacefully for your career? Do you know the names of each and every one of them? Their dreams, their loved ones. Their unique life, the life that should have been happy, what qualifications do you have to deprive them? ”

Tesla sighed, "This is the sacrifice that must be paid for the progress of the Demon Dao. Just like Atlas's voluminous necromantic tome and rigorous and complex system of spells, isn't it made up of countless corpses? ”

He seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by a violent cough, and Sigma was silent for a moment. Nodding his head, he said, "I see...... I can't convince you. It's like you can't convince me, but I'm not here for this, and I've promised many people that I want justice for them, with your life. ”

The two looked at each other silently.

It doesn't matter whether the answer is true or false, whether the idea is the truest idea or a fabricated lie, despite the clash of words. But the two men who looked at each other had the same idea and the same intention—absolutely. The innocent Alain must not be burdened with the pain of killing the godfather.

I'll do it for you.

Okay, please.

Between the eyes met, a silent promise was made.

"Any last words?" Sigma said softly, his hand grabbing Tesla's throat.

There is no inquiry about the secrets of celestial weapons, there is no covetousness of the results of magic research, only a hand that is gradually tightened, and the firmness in his eyes that has never wavered, the young man in front of him, his heart is only urgent, it is too late, the fire of this person's life is swaying slightly, maybe the next moment, Tesla will die of failure, in this way, the sin of killing will be fixed on an innocent girl, it should not be Alan who killed Tesla, it should be him who came with murderous intent, no matter what the reason, Even small hands should not be stained with blood, and there are some things that someone has to do.

Ha, what an emotional, impulsive guy.

Didn't he know which was more important, a little girl or knowledge enough to change the course of human warfare and even civilization? Shouldn't this kind of thing be grabbed at any cost?

It's not that I don't know, but it's not rare, this laughable arrogance, disdain for plundering pride.

It's just like when I was younger.

Death came.

Death chokes the throat.

The face of the person in front of him has been blurred, Alain's cry is gradually fading, the fragments of his life cross his heart, in a trance, he seems to have returned to the past, to his once warm and happy home, he gazed lovingly at the land he once cherished, the lover he once vowed to protect for the rest of his life, his daughter, his career, his faith, his persistence, his promise......

Their voices and smiles, just like the unfading appearance in their memories, have never changed.

But he has changed.

Hatred and resentment corrupted the oath he once made, and he even made a degrading doomsday weapon to vent the anger burning in his heart, exercising the most furious and cruel revenge, and at the last moment of his life, staring at his wife and daughter who were like clouds of smoke in his memory, he first felt ashamed and panicked, and he seemed to finally realize what he had done.

"Ruined ...... Destroy the light of miè! As soon as Tesla grasped Sigma's wrist, his consciousness was blurred, and only instinct drove him to make the purest choice, and he whispered, "Nina...... My daughter, find her, sue her for a qiē that happened here, sue sù her for this manor......"

"What's that?" Sigma was stunned, but in an instant, his consciousness had returned to Tesla's body, and he realized what he had just said, but the Demon Daoist showed a faint smile, Ah, so be it, maybe this is exactly what I was looking forward to in my heart, and the choice I wanted to make.

I will not forget this hatred, I will not forgive this wrong, I will not forgive my enemy.

But I'm willing to leave one last glimmer of hope.

If a qiē is as you say.

I would like to leave the last glimmer of hope at the end of this life.

My life is coming to an end, but this story is not over, I was once disappointed in Yiqiē, and I was sad and angry, I once thought that the so-called kindness and justice were just the fabricated pretense and joke of the superiors, but deep down, I still longed for someone to carry out this innocent but great dream...... If one qiē is as you say, Sigma, I put this last shred of hope of salvation in your hands, in the hands of my daughter.

I leave my final message here.

If your kindness is not a disguise, if your sincerity is not a façade, if you are incompatible with the law of the jungle, if you are naïve, if you are stubborn like a fool, if you always have a sincere heart, then I bless you, hand over the continuation of your dreams to you, and hope that you can become a hero, save them, and save this catastrophe......

If you and my daughter can truly yearn for forgiveness, redemption and compassion.

Then she will deliver the keys and hope and my legacy into your hands.

If you can grasp this last glimmer of light in your hands, then even in hell, I will be willing to taste this last failure...... Ah, failure, I've experienced too many failures.

I once told her that I wouldn't make even a single magic weapon, but I broke my promise.

I once told Nina that we would live happily ever after as a family, but I broke my promise.

I once told Alain that I would always keep an eye on her, always be with her, take care of her, but I broke my promise.

The important promises of this life have never been fulfilled, all that remains is endless regrets, every day is spent in memories, remembering the people I have deeply disappointed, maybe time goes back, back to the past, I still can't protect them, fulfill the promises I made, but if I had to do it again, I would have said the same thing, even if it was just a deception.

At the time of parting, remember the eternal beloved, remember the impermanence of fate, and this ridiculous world.

I leave you my blessings, my curses, my hopes, my hatreds.

Like one of my wife's favorite quotes when she was alive.

May the light shine on you and me.

Whether it is the light of destruction, or the light of salvation, the light, the light that shines in the darkness, whether it is its anger, or its mercy, it is the light that comes from the human heart.

May the light shine on each and every one of us. (To be continued......)