There was silence in my ears.

It was pitch black.

She seemed to be falling downward, in a cold, dark deep sea without light.

Agnes vaguely felt so.

She seemed to be in an illusory spirit realm, and it seemed as if she had long since left it, just immersed in an illusory memory, because a bubble of bitter aftertaste welled up in her heart.

The land was far away, and there was nothing alive around, but there was nothing around her.

It seemed that the cold mist that had spread out not long ago, the sharp edges and corners of the wreckage of the broken machinery had fallen from her side a long time ago, carrying a hot temperature as if it was about to burn a bloody red, but in the end only the cold blue remained, and only a little residual heat would come through the cold ice floe.

She seemed to be just falling quietly downward, without any waves; It seemed so cold that his teeth chattered and curled up in a ball.

She seemed to look indifferently at everything around her empty, and seemed to scream, struggle, and almost unconscious.

This used to be reality, but now it's only on the edge of reality and dreams.

Something huge had awakened from here much earlier, risen and fallen.

It's been night for so long that the light seems to never appear again.

When will the twinkling sun be able to cross the proud mountains?

Can foamy spots of light float out of the lightless ocean?

She stretches her body and finally sees a new continent.

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The long night chased the crimson moonlight away.

The sun rises slowly and then sets early.

One day passed, and then another day.

As the dry season came and went for months, the floods brought by the abundant rains did not extinguish the flames of war, and the sound of artillery fire spread on this troubled continent.

No, not "spread", because everything never stops.

Wild dogs and crows competed for food, and the smell of blood and corpses seemed to have been salted into the dirt, leaving only bones in the barren fields.

Rune did not replace a new governor, but redrafted more soldiers from within the country.

The activities of the rebels did not stop, and the situation looked a little anxious for a while.

On the wasteland, broken pieces of flesh quietly appear from time to time, converge, and finally put together a complete body.

On the muddy ground, those eyes opened, staring blankly and quietly at the crimson moonlight.

Agnes lay there quietly, the faint fatigue in her body that made her tired at the slightest move of her fingers.

The crow landed beside her, its beak pecking at her body, and it only made a sound that sounded like the face of a drum.

The crow flew away, and it was quiet again.

Agnes lay in the moonlight for a long time before she slowly sat up and shook off the mud from her body.

Even though for the "living corpse", as long as the head is not broken, other injuries are not considered fatal, but the complete fragmentation of the body is still extremely damaging.

But it is necessary.

Once a member of the Pagani family dreamed of a woman carrying the head of a dead man, a sea that could only appear in the spirit realm to hold the soul of a human being.

The Rose School had been concerned about the affairs of the Pagani family for a long time, and they knew about these things.

Taking away the "prey" from a "god" who has been watched for a long time is not a matter of paying in proportion to the income, but it is also necessary to make a less logical choice without considering the strange brain circuits that are born from the indulgence faction that often give up reason.

She had different desires wrapped around each of her limbs, and the sudden growth of the branches gave birth to an incomparable aura of desire.

It may seem like a desperate fight after giving everything, but the truth is just a bluff.

The point was to isolate Him from the ordinary people in Lansana and stay in that space.

Those actions did explode with power, but the only value of power was to delay time, waiting for the power from the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Rune, or the power of the Church in the Northern Continent, to enter.

The appearance of the Church of the Night Goddess was not unexpected by her, but what was unexpected was the identity of the person who came.

It was Arianna, the "secret servant" of the Church of the Night Goddess, the number one ascetic leader among the thirteen archbishops of the Night Goddess Church, a lady who was often enough to represent the will of the Night Goddess.

Her appearance exceeded Agnes's original expectations.

She had to rethink the Church of the Night Goddess, or the attitude of the Night Goddess.

The hope that was forcibly born in the hearts of the people of the city because of her will subside after her departure, and the isolation from the extraordinary and the mundane will naturally disappear.

The fate of Lansana depends on the choice of the Runnes and the Resistance, and she cannot interfere in the slightest.

In such a situation in the southern continent, what happened in Lansana City was only a small wave that was drowned in the storm, and it could not attract the attention of people outside Lansana City.

Agnes stood up and looked at the village not far away, where there was only dead silence.

The dilapidated houses are crowded one after another, cramped, dilapidated, and dirty, and they can't stop too much wind and rain.

Perhaps it won't be long before the village disappears silently during the floods of the rainy season.

She staggered and staggered, and the narrow path beneath her feet was muddy.

Agnes raised her hand and knocked on the door of a house.

The rain fell with the sound of knocking and the shaking of the doors, and the breath of the living in the room approached silently, only slightly, and then still dead silence.

Agnes could hear the accent of the pounding of the other man's chest, probably nervous about whether there was a thug standing outside the door.

This is normal, and it would have been a terrible thing to have strangers in such a village in the wasteland.

And in a sense, she is more terrible than the villain, she is a "living corpse".

She abruptly moved away, relieved by the breath of the living person against the wall of the door.

Agnes knocked on the next room where there were living people.

"Knock knock."

Some of the numb hands could not feel much touch, and the tired body seemed extremely heavy.

No one responded.

Agnes laughed, the howling wind choking into her throat, and she coughed heavily.

She turned, walked forward, and lay straight down on the muddy ground.

The rain dripping from the eaves hit her arm, and the howling wind swept over her body towards the wilderness beyond.

The crimson moonlight shrouded the field, and it seemed as if she were alone.

A crunching sound sounded behind her, and Agnes turned her head a little stiffly.

An old woman in thin clothes and a hunched body opened the door, the dull gray fabric with a texture like brittle paper in the howling wind and rain.

"Come in and hide from the rain." She said.

Agnes sat up, was silent for a long time, and whispered, "I may die, so I won't go in and sit." ”

"You are such a young man, you shouldn't have gone to the realm of death so early." The old man slumped over and walked out.

"Come in, kid." She looked at Agnes, who was sitting on the ground, and held out her hand.