A feeling of suffocation pervades the entire dark world. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Let's do it—

Beads of sweat rolled down Father Ada's forehead, and in the absolute darkness of nothingness, it was as if an invisible hand was holding his neck, making him unable to breathe.

"Whew-whew-whew-"

The sound of heavy breathing came from all directions, with the naked boy as the center, within a radius of several hundred meters, nearly 4,000 villagers without exception all supported the ground with their hands, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads. The villagers opened their mouths wide as if they wanted to scream, but they couldn't make a sound, and their bloodshot eyes were like frogs crushed by boulders.

Bang Bang –

A thin white-haired old man rushed forward and fell to the ground, his limbs twitching weakly a few times, and he was silent.

He's dead.

"Kane. Lilian, who was holding the boy, had a serene face and a hoarse voice, "Are you awake?"

The boy with his back to the sky had his left eye twitching slightly, and the darkness in his right eye became more and more unscrupulous.

"Kane, sister, I-" Lillian was in the center of the darkness, and the pressure on her emaciated body was on the verge of falling apart at any moment, "Brother, if you don't wake up, my sister will really leave you." ”

Lilian's hoarse and deep voice actually carried a hint of banter, helpless and sad mixed with inseparable doting.

Twelve years of life and death depend on each other, and blood is thicker than water. It has nothing to do with gods and demons, and it has nothing to do with life and death.

Around, the sound of villagers falling without the Force was endless.

In just a few tens of seconds, dozens of villagers fell to the ground and died, bleeding and dying on the spot.

"Damn the devil, why didn't I burn you before. Father Ada summoned all the divine power of his body, barely resisting the power of darkness that he knew he could not resist, and his hoarse tone was full of remorse, chagrin, and fear.

Hate, previously failed to burn Kane.

Annoying, as a Church of Light, he thinks that his destiny is much more noble than these pariahs.

Fear, such a rich and pure darkness, even those high-level dark creatures wandering the human world are incomparable.

"Brother, sister doesn't hate you. Lilian, who was holding Kane, let go of her hands, and the whole person fell backwards with a limp, and the light of life was about to be extinguished.

The unconscious young man seemed to feel something, trembling all over, and his left eye trembled violently as if he was struggling with the strongest of his abilities.

A ray of light burst out from the gap in the boy's left eye.

Father Ada's pressure lightened, and a glimmer of joy rose in her heart.

The light is getting stronger and stronger.

The darkness is like the eggshell of a behemoth, hatching creatures that have never been seen before.

The light became more and more dazzling, like a creature that had just gained life, restless and jumping.

Zizizi——

A slight noise was heard.

Like a blade gliding through a rope, like the sun sweeping through the snow in winter.

The darkness of death quickly melted and faded.

The young man's eyes were nervous, and his face was dazed.

"Sister?"

The simple bytes that came out of the boy's mouth gave Father Ada the illusion that they came from an ancient time.

That byte is simple, slight.

It is like the most embarrassing mystery, obscure and difficult to understand, and the sound is like a bell.

The boy stretched out his hands and picked up Lillian who was lying on the ground, and slowly stood up.

"Sister!"

The young man's face was no longer confused, but full of certainty and confidence.

At this time, Kane's physique not only had nothing to do with the scrawny and hungry boy, but also gave people a feeling that he did not dare to look up.

The light bloomed like the blazing sun, and Father Ada, who was on the ground with his hands on the ground, buried his body even lower, humble as a sinner prostrate in front of the statue.

That holiness, that nobility, gave Father Ida the illusion that a god had descended.

Kane walked forward with the dying Lillian in his arms, leaving a slightly concave emerald green footprint on the yellow gravel of the desolate plateau of suffering with each step of his bare feet.

The emerald green is actually a cluster of tiny starry grass, full of life.

But if anyone looked up, they would be surprised to find that Kane's body wrapped in holy light flowed with the aura of dark death from the abyss and hell.

Light and darkness coexist, holiness and profanity coexist.

The left eye is light, the right eye is dark.

The wind is blowing.

In the Plateau of Tribulation, fierce winds and overwhelming sandstorms are so common.

But this time, the wind was so gentle.

The clouds slowly gathered in mid-air, casting a faint shade of gray over the town of Trist.

Tick, tick.

It's raining.

A drizzling rain washed over the small town of Triste, bringing a rare touch of coolness and vitality to the Plateau of Suffering.

In this land of yellow sand and sand, there is only the rainy season when the rain is pouring in, the flood is struck, and the summer when the sun is scorching and the grass is hard.

In the limited memories of thousands of residents, they have forgotten how long ago the last time this drizzling day fell.

Miracles.

This is definitely another miracle.

After Kane had been walking slowly towards Trist Town in the rain for a long time, Father Ida and the villagers seemed to remember something, stood up, chased Kane's back, and galloped towards the town.

At this time, Kane had lost his divine aura, and the light and darkness had disappeared without a trace, and he just looked a little stronger than an ordinary boy.

"Kane, Kane. Father Ida rushed forward with the support of the Holy Army, hunched over and whispered to his smiling face.

Kane had no intention of stopping, but tilted his face slightly, indicating that he heard his scream.

"I really didn't expect that you would be favored by God at such a young age, and have such a strong and pure light divine power. "Father Ida still has the slightest bit of arrogance, and his humble appearance looks like a godly servant praying like God.

And Kane, the boy he had judged as a heretic, was now the supreme deity in his heart.

Kane was silent, not even the slightest change in his face.

In the face of the boy's indifference, Father Ada did not have the slightest embarrassment on his face, but subconsciously rubbed his hands, laughed hehehe, and subconsciously wanted to find some topics to open Kane's words.

"The poor girl must have collapsed, find a warm room, a few delicious pieces of bread, and drink a bowl of fragrant broth and she will be relieved at once. Father Ada, consciously or unconsciously, ignores Lilian's identification as a witch, and mutters to himself, "Thank you, the merciful gods, my small church just happens to have that." ”

Kane stopped abruptly, staring at Father Ida with a pair of dark eyes, and the priest looked a little hairy.

"Kane, I'm ......" Ida began to feel weak inexplicably, and her originally pale face began to be congested, looking like a broken pork liver.

"Lead the way!" Kane didn't even intend to listen to Father Ada's narration, and interrupted him mercilessly.

"Huh?" Ada, who was hastily interrupted, was a little confused.

"Go to church and lead the way. Kane, without the slightest hesitation, repeated again in an unquestioning tone that did not correspond to his age,

"Good, good, good. Lead the way, go to church, church!" Father Ida looked excited, as if an avid musician had heard the most beautiful melody in the world.

The boy who confronted the gods head-on, Kane, who was illuminated by the light of the gods, offered to go to his church.

Gods above, what a wonderful thing this is.

Ida understood that the news of miracles would reach the Pope sooner or later, and that the young Kane, who had such a strong power of light and was blessed by the gods, would definitely be vigorously cultivated by the Church.

As long as you serve well now, will you lose your own benefits in the future?

It's a wonderful thing.

Father Ada's devotion could not hide the joy in his heart.

Kane, you're such a lucky little guy.