Snow Scar opened his eyes, not feeling the pain of the heat wave.

Am I dead? No, it's ...... Streets of Jerusalem!

Familiar crowds, familiar clean and tidy streets.

The middle door of the Cathedral of Jerusalem was wide open, and the chanting of God stood on the high steps:

"Come, child, let me show you the real Jerusalem. ”

His ruthless iron face has intricate lines, like the window grilles of a church.

Snow Marks involuntarily followed him into the gates of the Cathedral in Jerusalem.

The interior of the cathedral is also resplendent with a large irregularly shaped skylight in the vault, which illuminates the interior of the cathedral as bright as the outdoors.

From near to far, the roof of the shed is getting higher and higher, and the intricate carvings, reliefs, and murals on it are clearly visible. It feels as if you can't see the end in sight.

Directly opposite are the statues of the eight new gods.

But the god of thought did not lead the snow marks to the sights.

He turned and walked through the side door through the two small rooms and up the spiral staircase.

You can faintly hear the melodious and slow sound of the huge pipe organ behind the wall next door.

The white robe of the god fluttered in front of him, so close to him, but it felt so far away, like a cloud on the horizon.

Pushing open a door, Nian Shen walked out into the sunlight again.

This is...... The roof of the cathedral?

The wind howled in my ears, and the snow marks were blown to the point of almost rolling down.

Nenjin walked along an H-shaped walkway to the end of the cathedral's roof, walking steadily, as if floating in the wind.

The snow marks followed suit.

"Look! Snowmarks, this is Jerusalem. "Nian Shen stretched out his hand to show a great river and mountain.

The continents in the distance were revealed, and the fog that covered them dissipated.

Each continent has a different landscape, from huge statues to tiny houses, trees and even overhanging lakes.

The heavenly rails are like curtains bent by the wind, connecting them together.

The nearby streets extend in all directions, with various shops, advertising airships flying in the air, and dense crowds, all of which show the prosperity and wealth of the city.

The beauty of this scene made Xue Zhen look a little stunned.

"Kiru told me to say God, but I preferred another name, when people called me the King of Jerusalem. Don't worry about this mask I'm wearing, it's a real antique in the Jerusalem Museum, and it's as old as Jerusalem. Legend has it that it was worn by successive kings of Jerusalem to show off their majesty or something. But I don't know why, I always feel a little numb ...... wearing it."

Although Nian Shen, the former king of Jerusalem, wore an iron mask, a turban wrapped around his head, and a robe covering his whole body, the snow marks could feel that he was not very old, and that he was more like an energetic young man than a dying old king.

Although Nian Shen didn't release a little bit of mental pressure, he stood there as if he was in the depths of the mountains, with a majesty of his own, and the snow mark felt a little cramped, and he still had lingering palpitations about the experience of falling into the lava just now, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Nian Shen tilted his head slightly, looked at the snow marks, and said in a soft tone: "I also had a child, if he lived to be your age...... I guess you're as free as you are. ”

Snow Scar raised his head and looked at Nian Shen, although there was no expression on his iron face, his deep eyes were kind.

There was a slight throbbing in Xueji's heart, he had always felt that Nianshen had some familiar feelings, that kind of intimacy for no reason, which made him blurt out without scruples when Qilu and Curry were too scared to move, revealing the identity of Nianshen. Why is there such a sense of intimacy? It is as if I have known him for many years, as if I have known him since I was born, is it possible...... No, no, no, it can't be, I'm thinking something.

"Then your child ......"

Nian Shen shook his head and sighed softly: "It's been too long, I don't remember......"

He turned to look at Jerusalem, the layers of suspended continents, buildings, and dense crowds. With the lively city as the background, it shows his independence and loneliness.

"I know you're curious about me, but now is not the time to talk about me, you should focus on yourself. Nian Shen said without looking back.

Snowmark was silent.

"I know you've made a wish here, I see your wish, and it's interesting that you've traveled all the way to Jerusalem and not for pilgrimage, or for the sake of the Gurus, or even for the inheritance of the gods, even if you know that getting it will make it easier to save your mother?"

"The inheritance belongs to my friend, and I can't ask for it. ”

"Hmm" The King of Jerusalem nodded and turned his face: "You are very decent, and in this troubled time, it is very valuable. ”

"I used to have a brother who was also as decent as you, but he was seduced by the darkness, and in the face of a very important choice, he gave up his principles and went into the darkness, never to return,

"You may also be faced with such a choice, when the people around you, your loved ones, fall into the devil's path, how will you choose?

Nian Shen and Xue Zhen talk without any pretense, and they are as approachable as if a father and son are talking for a long time. But the questions asked are grim and difficult to solve.

Snowmark fell silent.

He actually didn't have any concept of the word "decency", but what his mother taught him since he was a child subtly influenced him, so that he instinctively made choices that were different from the world when facing certain problems.

But that's a good question, if you really encounter the situation that Chan God is talking about, is it from the right or from the heart?

"I don't know, I just want to save my mother and live freely from now on. ”

"It's hard. ”

Snow Scar was surprised, "Why! I'm just a little person, what did I do wrong?

"Some people are born with this, not because they have done anything wrong, but what you have makes you the target of the public. ”

"What do I have?"

"You don't know yet, but one day you'll understand. ”

"Why? Who wants us to die? Who is behind the scenes?" Snow Mark clenched his fists, and the words of the god confirmed his suspicion, behind all these things, behind the wrongs he suffered, there was a mastermind behind the scenes, manipulating him, seducing him, forcing him into the bottomless abyss.

He desperately wanted to know the identity of the man behind the scenes.

Nian Shen looked at him for a while, and said two words lightly:

"Darkness. ”

Looking at Xue Zhen's stunned expression, Nian Shen continued: "As long as there is darkness in this world, your wishes will not be fulfilled, and your freedom will be threatened at any time, and you will all be shrouded in darkness, like struggling in the wheel of fate, but you will never be able to escape. ”

It's darkness again, Jean said on the pilgrimage that the dark shadow is darkness, the people in the barn are tempted by the darkness and control their minds, and the huge vines, the peeling surface, are caused by the darkness. Natalie says that Neying in the arena is an accomplice to the darkness. The Shadow says that there are many people in their clan who act in a perverse and evil manner......

The darkness is really like the ubiquitous darkness in this world, constantly appearing in the experience of Snow Marks, who felt like they were in an endless long night, unable to see the dawn, and he couldn't help but ask a very confused question:

"What the hell is darkness?"

The king of Jerusalem turned around and looked out over the bustling streets of Jerusalem, as if he sighed softly.

"You want to know what darkness is? ”

The sun in the sky was rapidly sinking in the west, as if the king of Jerusalem had turned the clock faster, and as the sun set, a huge black shadow rose from the eastern horizon, as if a black canopy had been opened.

The wind suddenly rose, several times stronger than the wind just now, and the black wind and sand blew snow marks and sore cheeks. The eight minarets of the Cathedral of Jerusalem were rapidly eroded in the black wind, as if thousands of years of time had been condensed in this moment, like flowing water washing over a sand castle.

Tiles flew into the sky, houses overturned, and airships fell into quicksand. All surfaces began to peel off, like a layer of plastic skin exposed to the sun, revealing a smooth surface that glowed red underneath. It was like red ink dripping onto the yellow cotton cloth, quickly blending, and the city of Jerusalem was peeling off everywhere, the red was connected into a piece, and finally all the skin was peeled off, like crushed glutinous rice paper, flying in the wind and sand.

The smooth red surface is rapidly eroded by the wind and sand, and the tall buildings are smoothed, the houses collapse, and the people and horses neigh.

Screams, cries, and shouts rang out around the cathedral, and there was chaos.

The glory of Jerusalem is gone.

In the blink of an eye, the vicissitudes of life.

The darkness that obscured the sky blocked the light from the sky, and in the darkness countless dry bones in ragged clothes rose from the sand dunes and rushed into Jerusalem in the wind and sand, baring their teeth and claws, destroying everything.

A huge black shadow in the distance toppled the huge statue of the goddess of wisdom. A giant hand pierced through the wind and sand and slowly stretched out towards the Cathedral of Jerusalem.

When I got closer, I saw that the huge arm had no skin, and its bare muscles were dripping with black-red blood, and the surface was covered with a mess, like octopus balls rolling in a circle in a wooden fish flower.

This real apocalyptic scene had scared the snow marks to the point of almost peeing, but Nian Shen still maintained a calm and idle posture, as if Tarzan would not let go of the way when he collapsed.

"The real Jerusalem has long since been reduced to dust because it is the home of the mighty. We have rebuilt our homes on the ruins again and again, and have been destroyed by darkness again and again, for thousands of years......"

The wind and sand struck the iron surface of the king of Jerusalem with a dense tinkling sound. His figure drifted backwards in the wind and sand, farther and farther away from the snow marks.

"Darkness is our eternal enemy. And you are the key. It's all up to you how you choose. ”

"How can I fight this overwhelming darkness?"

"Catch a little light in front of you, even if it only illuminates the way in front of you. ”

The king of Jerusalem stretched out his hand, and there seemed to be something in his hand, and the light flashed in the wind and sand.

Snowmark reached out to take it, but the king of Jerusalem was backing away, and the wind and sand quickly separated them, and Snowmark couldn't be sure if he had got it.

The giant's big hand opened behind him like a five-petaled flower blooming.

Snow Scarred's heart tightened, and his heart throbbed at the sight of the king of Jerusalem about to be crumpled to pieces in front of him.

The voice of the King of Jerusalem faded in the wind and sand, but Snow Marks seemed to hear his last words:

"I know a lot about you, but I'm not your relative...... Snowmarks, you're a lot like your dad......"

"What?"

I also want to ask, Nian Shen has been completely hidden in the dark sandstorm.

Suddenly, the wind and sand stopped, and the darkness disappeared, as if the thick curtains had been pulled open, and the sun shone into the house.

A scorching wave of air burst out from beneath his feet, and the snow marks flew into the air, and when he looked back, there were only the entrance to the collapsing temple and the endless reeds of the arena.

It turned out that this was another dream, a dream created by the gods.

At the moment of Jerusalem's destruction, he had returned to the arena, to the temple, where the scorching magma was tumbling bubbles, and from time to time there was a stream of air that swept the snow out of the temple.

The temple collapsed. The square skylight-like entrance collapsed into a flattened pyramid, leaving only a canyon-like crack.

This dream was not an ordinary dream, and the snow marks were remembered at the end, and the god seemed to have given him something.

He fell on the platform formed by the collapsed temple, ignoring the pain on his body, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to check.

But he found that his palms were empty.