On the morning of the Feast of the Gods, a procession of horse-drawn carriages loaded with flowers departs from the Temple of Prayer for Rain and strolls along the streets made of large pieces of granite. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Gurgle...... Gurgle...... Gurgle...... Gurgle...... Gurgle...... Gurgle...... Gurgle......"

The sound of horses' hooves awakens the sleeping city, and people pour into the streets, bustling on both sides of the streets, shaking silver crosses on a white background and painting small flags with rain clouds. They cheered loudly as they celebrated the biggest festival of the year and welcomed the arrival of the new year.

A large float drawn by twelve sturdy Shire horses walked at the front of the procession. It was a quaint body, carved from thousand-year-old elm wood from the northern ice fields, and was carved with delicate patterns, covered with a gold-trimmed sumptuous blanket, and sprinkled with delicate petals.

At the bus stop was a girl with red lips and white teeth, and a pretty face. With a bright smile, she waved to the crowds on both sides of the street. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a trace of gloom between her eyebrows.

Mu Yuqin's mood is very bad, her lover is in deep trouble, life and death are uncertain, and she has no skills, which really makes her suffer. At this moment, she didn't have the heart to participate in the float parade at all, but as the priest of the Rain Prayer Temple, she had an unshirkable responsibility.

The convoy walked through the bustling and lively shopping streets and stopped at Yulu Square, the most central part of No. 13 Silver City.

Amid the cheers of the waves, the huge curtain slowly opened, and the annual festival of praise began to perform. At the same time, nineteen gun salutes rang out, and the flagship of the Prayer for Rain led dozens of aircraft to fly over from low altitudes, scattering pieces of colorful confetti. Sandwiched in the fine snow, the sky is falling, like a scene from a fairy tale.

Immediately afterward, the trombone sounded in unison, and a large orchestra of thousands of people played the movement. In an instant, cheerful notes echoed over the square, and people gradually fell silent. At this moment, the trombone sounded again, and a melodious and far-reaching voice pierced through the layers of symphony and soared into the sky. The light melody suddenly took a sharp turn and took on a layer of solemnity.

The people lowered their heads, clasped their fingers together, placed them in front of their chests, closed their eyes reverently, and sang along in low voices.

Suddenly, the ancient song grew bigger and bigger like wave after wave, until it resounded through the heavens and the earth. It was as if above the clouds, in the palace on the top of the mountain of the gods, the gods were singing in a low voice about the beauty and prosperity of the world.

This is exactly the hymn of the gods, the ode to Notre-Dame.

Under the leadership of the priest, after singing the hymn, it is time for the performance. In the warm atmosphere, young and beautiful girls, handsome and sunny beautiful boys, dignified ladies, middle-aged men with loud singing voices, white-haired old women, and old men with extraordinary bearing performed on stage.

The cabaret continues until nightfall, when people return to their homes and families gather to give thanks to the gods for their gifts and pray for abundance in the coming year.

After the performance, Mu Yuqinxin changed into a pink evening dress, left Yulu Square, and came to the gymnasium of No. 13 Silver City to participate in the annual Praise Festival dinner.

This year's dinner seems to be a little different, Mu Yuqinxin has just stepped into the venue, and she has become the focus of the audience. As if she had made an appointment, the young nobles in the city continued to send her flowers to express their admiration from the moment she entered. If it had been in the past, the rain prayer sacrifice and the rain lily of the valley would definitely not have allowed them to do so. After all, she is the priest of the Temple of Prayer for Rain, a nun who serves the God of Rain, and she cannot talk about marriage until she officially returns to the world.

She wanted to ask her sister in private, but she was surrounded by young nobles on three floors and three layers outside, and she couldn't find any opportunity.

What she didn't know was that with Mu Yu Lily of the Valley's acquiescence, she was already the hottest woman to be married in the thirteenth Silver City. In her early twenties, she had already crossed the fifth-order hurdle and became a sixth-order psionic. In the thirteenth silver city, it is the most talented one after the continuation of the rain lily of the valley. At the same time, she is the younger sister of the contemporary rain prayer sacrifice, the priest of the rain prayer temple, and her status is transcendent. coupled with a youthful and hot body, a sweet and lovely appearance. Taken together, she is a rare woman in the world. Whoever can marry back is the favor of heaven.

is the so-called eighteen changes of the female university, the little girl who once followed behind the rain sacrifice and whose brilliance was covered by Muyu lily of the valley has become plump and slim, and her whole body is full of a youthful breath that is about to explode, like a natural stunner, which makes people's heartstrings flutter.

The beauty of Mu Yuqin's heart is different from the cold and brilliant of Mu Yu Lily of the Valley, different from the delicacy of You Ge, different from the contradictory purity and enchantment of Bi Qinglan, and even different from Lina's mature charm, but a kind of energetic and energetic beauty. It seems that with her, you can be decades younger.

At this moment, the two old men sitting in the upper seat, Colin Burns and Morton Leling, looked at Mu Yuqin, who was surrounded by young people, and wished that he could be forty or fifty years younger and go down to compete with them on the same stage. And Brandon Peter looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but think of the woman who was dressed in white like a mirror lake. The past is vivid, and it is embarrassing. If time could be turned back, he would rather not have the power of this holy order, but also keep her, even for a second. But she was always gone, leaving only a remnant of her memory. In the deepest part of his heart, there was a secret that he had never told anyone. If one day, the Temple of Prayer for Rain suffers a catastrophe, he will definitely swear to protect it, because her ashes are buried in the back garden there.

Just when Mu Yuqin had a headache and the three old men were suffering from gains and losses, Iron Slag was eating the dinner of the Celebration Festival with Shayan Bruno and Bang Hammer around a slightly thick candle.

A week ago, the mallet was sent down because his family had stopped paying the hefty administrative fees for his incarceration and was left to fend for himself. Today's dinner had a large chicken thigh, a few pieces of braised beef and a small bottle of cheap ale, in addition to the dry and hard black bread.

The middle-aged man, who used to call himself "Lao Wu", is now ulcerated all over his body, unable to move, lying in a hole waiting to die. And the strange thing is that the skin of the iron slag, which was originally strong, also appeared to different degrees of ulceration. This phenomenon is especially evident on the mallet, which has only been around for seven days, and his skin has already developed erythema and pustules, which will soon ulcerate extensively. In addition, Shayan, who has been staying here all year round and lives well, has also appeared a lot of red spots.

These red spots reminded the Iron Slag of radiation damage from his time in the Southern Cemetery. This pathology occurs when the radiation toxins in the body accumulate to a certain extent. Then the skin will ulcerate extensively and then fall off.

But where does the radiation contamination come from?

After expressing the doubts in his heart, Sha Yan, who was sitting cross-legged on the opposite side, slapped his thigh vigorously as if he had suddenly realized, and said loudly: "I understand!" ”

"What's wrong?" Iron Slag asked.

"These things!" Sha Yan scolded, then pointed to the black bread in his hand and explained. According to his speculation, the problem is in the food, which is contaminated with radiation and the water.

"No wonder it tastes pungent and sour." With that, the mallet raised his hand and slammed the black bread to the ground, and the dry and hard crumbs were scattered everywhere.

Hearing this speculation, Iron Slag's heart chuckled. It is not difficult to see that the only person here who is worthy of their poisoning is him. And with his sensitive identity, it seems that the prison party will only do this if he is ordered by You Ge. Thinking of this, his heart was like ashes, and he sighed secretly. If he wants to die, why bother? When that shot came, as long as he didn't save him, he would have become a corpse.

"What can we eat without this?" Sha Yan sighed, picked up half a piece of black bread on the ground, and stuffed it back into the hand of the mallet, "Even if you die, you can't starve to death, how embarrassing." ”

The mallet was first flickered, then he lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally resigned himself to his fate, picked up the black bread, and ate it silently. Iron Slag closed his eyes and continued to eat.

"Come, drink." Sha Yan held up the small wine bottle and said, "I wish us a happy new year, and go to heaven in the future, and be angels." ”

"Good!" The mallet smiled helplessly, and then raised the small bottle.

"Cheers!" Iron Slag also lifted the bottle.

The iron-blooded man, sticking out his head is a knife, and shrinking his head is also a knife, since he has to die, why die so much.

The radiation-contaminated food was made by several prison guards at the behest of Quentin Modleton. And this time, the three Holy Orders were surprisingly sluggish, and they didn't seem to notice anything unusual. Of course, St. Auguste Maudeleton would not risk offending his granddaughter to get involved. He just had to ignore it and Quentin would take care of it. And on the day of the East Window incident, he could still pretend that he didn't know anything, and even condemn Quentin's dirty methods in turn.

All in all, Quentin is a pawn that can be sacrificed when necessary.

Quentin wasn't stupid, though, and he knew the pope wouldn't take on the responsibility. But the fierce jealousy had long since burned his reason, and he couldn't care so much. If he doesn't kill the iron slag, his heart will be on fire, and it will be worse than death.

In this way, day by day, the iron slag ate black bread and water contaminated with radiation every day, and his body became weaker and weaker, and large swaths of skin suppurated, ulcerated, and fell off......

More than ten days later, the mallet ulcerated all over his body, his internal organs failed, and when he drank water, he spurted out a large mouthful of pus and blood, and died. When the iron slag was disposing of the corpse, the arm and lower leg of the mallet fell off, and the death was extremely miserable.

After more than ten days, Sand Salt Bruno didn't come back when it was supposed to be time to eat. He searched for several days, but did not find the other party's body, and it is estimated that he died directly in the water.

All the friends are dead, and the iron slag returns to a lonely life. Gradually, he felt weaker and weaker, and his hands and feet were weak. I don't know how long it was, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, until one time, he woke up in a daze, and when he raised his hand, it felt empty. He soon realized that his left arm was falling off.

In the endless darkness, he felt like his whole body was being burned by fire, as if strong acid was corroding his internal organs and muscles. He struggled to get up and go out in search of food and water, but he couldn't move. During the violent struggle, the calf of his right leg fell off, and there was no bleeding, only sticky pus.

"Are you going to die?" His vocal cords were damaged and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only ask himself in his head.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of fear welled up in his heart, almost suffocating him, and he yelled uncontrollably. It is an instinctive nature that fears death in all life, even the strongest of them.

The cold and scorching heat spread everywhere, and at one moment it was as if you had fallen into an ice cave, and the other as if you had fallen into lava, and you could feel the pain at any time.

Bottomless despair was eating away at his soul and destroying his will. And in the deepest part of that heart, a small flame was stubbornly resisting, supporting the last of his sanity and protecting him from utter madness.

"I am the Sword of the Boundless, Norseth!"

Every time he shouts these words in his heart, he gives him the courage to resist pain and fear. This is his pride, his glory, which allows him to face death calmly. It's just that he doesn't know how long he can hold out. Perhaps, when that moment really comes, he will still feel scared. He still vividly remembers that before he died, the mallet hissed and called out to his mother. The despair and fear of the last moment were written all over the swollen and pale face.

And what little sanity he had left was telling him that even if he could get out now, it would be useless. His body had been permanently traumatized and could not be recovered. A wolf without its fangs, an eagle without its claws, has no meaning to live.

He didn't know what he was holding onto.

Perhaps, it's time to rest.

The only regret at the moment is that I can't see her again.

It's like when the mallet is dying, he thinks of his mother, and when he is dying, he thinks of her, the woman who once gave him all the warmth.

He subconsciously groped for it, found the worm flute hanging around his neck, put it in his mouth, and blew it gently.

It was a silent flute, with only a slight sound, but it made him feel extremely relieved. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to Iron Mountain Town, whispering to her on the wide sofa, grinding his ears and temples.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could leave her if everything could be done all over again.

At least at this moment, he can willfully answer: "No! ”

He used up his last life, playing the worm flute, fantasizing about a miracle.

Travelers in the sand sea always say that the heavens will favor those who persist to the end, and the oasis in the desert is ahead, and there will always be inadvertently appearing.

Then, a miracle really happened!

Suddenly, a high-pitched roar came from afar, like a spring thunder exploding, the Nine Heavens Dragon groaned, and then there was a loud "boom", and the whole world shook.

In an instant, the gravel fell apart, the sea boiled, and thousands of rays of sunlight shone in.

Immediately after, a magnificent figure appeared in that dazzling light, and rushed over like a bamboo. Everything in front of her, under her devastating power, was like papier-mâché, shattered. The majestic waves of qi suddenly swept through the entire underground space, whistling in the ears. In the next moment, she seemed to tear apart the void and appeared directly in front of him, embracing his broken body into his arms.

At the same time, the three figures rose into the sky, but she burst into a shout and stopped their bodies abruptly.

"Get out of here!" The earth-shattering, overwhelming roar of anger spread far away, as if it was the only sound between heaven and earth.

The three Holy Steps invariably retreated thousands of meters in unison, not daring to touch their edge. The dragon-inspiring dragon turned the surrounding space into turmoil, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The next moment, the qi around her body surged, and then with a "turbulence", she parted the sea water, turned into a crimson meteor, and flew away towards the north.