Nora's heart suddenly rose with a strange feeling, a little dazed, a little melancholy, it seemed to be a feeling called loneliness. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info this feeling seems to have appeared in my memory, it was nearly four thousand years ago, I woke up from the world of the dead for the first time, moving the body that has been stiffened for hundreds of thousands of years, staggering in the empty temple, what I saw in my eyes, except for the boundless darkness, is the shriveled bones that can be seen everywhere in the darkness, those are all the corpses of devout believers, once every one of them was a normal clan, the same fresh life, the same crying and laughing, the same joy and sorrow. Like themselves, these believers can give their lives and souls for the sake of their faith. That's what they thought and what they did, and so, in that tragic and cruel final battle, these tribesmen sacrificed everything to the gods along with themselves, and finally became one with the gods. Now, I don't know why I finally woke up, but these people will never wake up again.

Walking out of the temple, all I saw was the endless yellow sand, and the endless white bones all over the ground, praying to the gods, and getting only death-like silence, without the support of faith, without the company of companions, Nora at that time, for the first time, tasted the horror of loneliness. In order to dispel the maddening loneliness, Nora wandered alone in the temple, shuttling from room to room, carefully cleaning every corner of the room, and putting the shriveled corpses of each believer in order, the half-dead body made her feel tired, hungry and sleepy, so she walked down one by one, until she walked through the whole temple. In the process of cleaning the temple, Nora prayed every moment, and even after cleaning all the rooms, she came to the center of the ritual and sat down, she did not stop praying to the gods, telling them about her loneliness and faint fear of the future, until the power of death in her body was exhausted and fell into a long slumber again. However, in the moment before falling asleep, she seemed to vaguely feel a faint answer to her prayer, but the response was too weak, as if it was just an illusion she had created in the haze, and with a slight doubt, Nora's consciousness returned to darkness.

When Nora woke up again, it was already three hundred years ago, opened her shriveled eyes, and the first thing she saw was Hull and Darak sitting cross-legged next to her, although the two of them were like a dried corpse like herself, but the three of them were the archbishops of Danacus, and in hundreds of thousands of years of coexistence, they were already as familiar with each other as they were themselves, so from the clothes of the two, Nora still recognized their identities at the first time. Although in the past, the relationship between the three of them was not so harmonious due to some differences of opinion, but at this moment, Nora's heart still welled up with ecstasy, she was sure that she did not move their bodies before falling asleep again, and it stands to reason that they should still be lying quietly in their rooms at this time, but in fact they appeared beside her, the only possibility is that they also had been revived, and then walked between the rituals themselves. In an instant, loneliness and loneliness were far away from her, and even the dark temple suddenly brightened in her eyes, and Nora reverently knelt before the icon between the ceremonies to thank the gods for their protection, and thus received further joy. Thousands of years ago, the feeling before falling asleep was not an illusion, the gods really responded to her call, although the response of the gods was still very weak, but compared to the feeling that seemed to be an illusion more than a thousand years ago, the response is now much clearer.

There seemed to be a damp feeling in her parched eyes, Nora almost fell into madness with joy, she knelt in front of the icon and began to pray frantically all day and night, opening her heart to the gods, allowing them to draw strength from the faith and prayer in the depths of her soul, although she knew that she alone could not help the gods to restore much, but she still prayed persistently, and did not want to stop for a moment, not so much to give back to the gods, but to get spiritual comfort from the act of praying. The frenzied prayers went on for an unknown number of days, until a large hand clapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned around, she saw Hull's face that was shriveled to the point of horror, but which seemed to her to be as kind as a relative. At this moment, Nora finally felt lonely and lonely away from herself, she stood up suddenly, and just wanted to say something, but there was a dizziness in front of her, and she lost consciousness again, and after months of continuous prayer, she overdrew her spirit, and finally fainted the moment she felt dependent.

When she woke up again, Hel and Dalak were sitting beside her, silently watching her without saying a word, Nora stared at the two for a long time, and suddenly fell to the ground and cried loudly, although no tears flowed, but the cry of sorrow still echoed between the rituals, and lasted for a long time. Hull and Dalak were silent in their cries, but their hands gently patted her back, silently comforting the youngest archbishop. At this moment, three lonely souls wandering in the dark finally came together, so that each other's hearts were no longer painful.

Since then, Nora has never felt lonely and lonely again, although there are only three people in the world of the dead, but with the response of the gods and the company of her kind, it is as if she has returned to the world she once was, to the life she once had. Every day, you can see the face of her companion, the ugly, but kind and warm face, which is already a rare happiness for her who has suffered in loneliness.

Next, it was a long wait of a hundred years, and the three of them originally thought that those devout disciples in the temple would slowly wake up like them and restore their original consciousness, so that although everyone's appearance was changed, they could still return to the life they did not know how many thousands of years ago, but they were disappointed, and although the believers were reactive, they lost their original consciousness, leaving only some of their previous instincts. Although they still obey the orders of the three and still pray to the gods every day, they have no self-consciousness and have been completely reduced to undead creatures, only slightly special. From the gradually clear feedback of the gods, the three finally found the answer, these believers were excessively extracted because of the fierce battle back then, so their souls have been fused by the gods and cannot wake up again, only the three archbishops, because the soul power is stronger than other ordinary believers, barely retained their souls.

Although the three of them are disappointed, they are not desperate, they will not despair with each other's company, not to mention that there is hope in the future, as long as they return to the world of Yara, as long as the light of the gods shines on the world again, then the past life will still come back, and everything will slowly get better. With this belief in mind, the three archbishops, with the God's increasingly clear response, began to make plans to return to this world. Yes, the response of the gods is becoming clearer and clearer, which means that the soul of death is awakening, correspondingly, in the world outside the temple, the infinite bones are gradually revived under the influence of the god of death, and the soul power provided by the revived spirit makes the recovery speed of the god of death faster and faster, in such a virtuous circle, the will of the god is soon completely restored, but it has lost its divine body and can only exist in the form of a divine soul.

Through the will of the gods, the three of them also found the reason why they woke up, it was more than 3,000 years ago, Mobis, who betrayed Danacus and stole the divine power, completely fell in the battle of the gods, and the empty power of death will return to Danacus, who only has the last fragment of consciousness. If this is not the case, perhaps in a few thousand years, the last consciousness of Danacus will eventually die, and the three archbishops will also die completely, and there will be no chance to wake up again, but the return of the power of death has indirectly changed everything, and the three sleeping archbishops wake up in turn, and the prayers after they wake up finally awaken the souls that could never be awakened, so that everything is now.

Also through the will of the gods, the three of them also understood a little about what was happening outside, knew about the demise of their kindred, knew about the changes in the world, and in order to re-spread the truth of death and recreate the glory of the gods, the three of them made a plan, and it took nearly a hundred years to complete it. According to the plan, the three archbishops used the power of the gods to use the connection of the theocracy of death to infiltrate the spiritual world of the few Morbis believers who still believed in the concept of death despite the lack of response, and used the commonality of being the theocracy of death to convert some of the believers into Danakus's own followers. After the first step was completed, under the remote command of the three archbishops, these secret believers spent decades secretly performing many cruel sacrifices. Some sacrifices were discovered and destroyed, but because the time span was too long, no one connected these sacrifices, and most of the sacrifices were successful, and the power of the sacrifices was accumulated and guided, with the nostalgia for the homeland world in the residual instinct of the dead in the world of the dead, the distance between the two worlds was slowly narrowed, and finally the barrier of space was successfully broken, forming a door of death that caused countless tragedies and sacrifices, allowing a large number of undead to return to the world.

Hundreds of years of memories flashed by, and Nora watched as Dalak's body turned into powder little by little, but the expression on her face was not angry, but indescribably weird.

"Finally, it's one person again. Nora carefully grabbed a puff of powder and held it in her hand, as if she had seen the three of them in loneliness for hundreds of years, leaning on each other like relatives, standing still for a moment, and finally slowly closing her eyes and blowing away the embers in her hands. (To be continued.) )