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The City of Miracles.

It's not a title, but a name that really belongs to the city.

- This is also the name of the city that the leaders of both sides have confirmed, because the miracle is happening before their eyes, and the grand city stands in front of them in the blink of an eye, which is destined to be a strong stroke in the history of the future and in the sacred records of the "fool".

20,000 people barely supported this new and spacious city, children ran through the streets, the extraordinary restrained their strength to train in the square, and everyone had enough living space to start a new life in a bright and spacious room that was once unimaginable.

The city is divided into the Silver City and the Crescent City, but the people of the two cities interact frequently on a daily basis, and the "Divine Messenger" Mr. Zarathu is the busiest, not only in charge of everyone's daily life, but also in charge of daily prayer, confession and worship activities with the clergy elected by the two cities, and even manage communication with other towns.

As a "miracle master", an old man with a lot of experience in dealing with human relationships, he gained the affection and respect of almost everyone in the first week, and established trade with several small surrounding towns in his own way.

"With all due respect, you should also think about how to develop something else."

Zarathu privately summoned leaders such as Derick, Colin and Nimes, and whispered:

"Stop bringing in the skins of extraordinary items and extraordinary creatures every time, okay?"

"The extraordinary in the outside world is basically hidden in the shadows, and although it has opened up a little bit this year, the extraordinary items, materials, and extraordinary properties you have brought out are still too high-end...... You don't know what it means to be 'dangerous to hold something valuable', but I've dealt with no less than ten thieves trying to sneak into the City of Miracles, old man—can you see what I mean? ”

"Understood."

In the face of the polite treatment of the angels, they also showed twelve points of seriousness and politeness.

Colin nodded, then asked:

"So what kind of industries can the city develop?"

High Priest Nim spoke: "We made a batch of handicrafts together and commissioned the purchasing team to take them out and try to sell them, but the effect was not very satisfactory. People say it's interesting, but they don't have a strong desire to buy. ”

Zaratul sighed, "Derrick said that the others at the pre-god council suggested that you could become mercenaries. ”

Derrick nodded.

"But it is very important to choose the organization you serve, and you have extraordinary characteristics in your own right, even if you can be said to be hired by any organization, but in fact, you can't go to the organizations of 'witches', 'hunters', and 'god of war'."

By the way, Zarathu helped them analyze the antagonistic conflict between the organizations, and after the analysis, the high priest Nim stared at Zarathu for a long time, and finally asked thoughtfully:

"Since you're hinting that we're not going to work, you must have a solution, right?"

Zarathu coughed.

"Indeed, I have chosen the easiest method for you."

"Relying on this method, even the most backward city-states can develop rapidly."

He confidently said,

"I prayed like Mr. 'Fool' and it was answered, and now, I have the nearby mountains all filled with coal mines. Relying on these coal mines for business, the steam industry needs coal mines, and you don't have to worry about having no livelihood for at least the next thirty years......"

Nimes continued to look at Him, "I would like to ask, when did you apply to the Fool?" ”

"Just yesterday, with the latest edition of the Fool's Tome that you handed in." Zarathu asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

Crane's clone, who was still awake, quickly got up, rummaged in the source fort for a long time, and found that the main body was given, and it was judged by the spirit to be beneficial, so he responded automatically. When he was about to give Zarathu some more advice, he found that "Fool" had become the brand name, and Crane did a little divination, and was shocked to realize that he had unknowingly become one of the biggest coal bosses in the future.

“…… No problem. "I think it's good." ”

So the city of miracles became a coal mining city.

With an average height of more than two meters, the extraordinary people dug sturdy tunnels, and relied on their excellent physical fitness to continuously carry coal mines, selling them to the surrounding cities, and obtaining large amounts of money.

Zarathu prayed to the "fools" and created a railroad with a "miracle".

In this way, with the help of "miracles", the characteristic industries of the city of miracles have successfully taken a shortcut and developed day by day.

At the same time, as the teams that go out to buy bring back information and specialties from the outside world again and again, people's entertainment activities are gradually increasing.

Most of them asked the buying team to bring back recipes and ingredients, while some opted for musical instruments and books. There have already been people who have successfully taught themselves the musical instruments of the outside world, and have adapted the common folk songs of Fursack into hymns for the "fools", and have been singing tirelessly.

In their free time, music and dance evenings are held in the square, and everyone can enjoy life to the fullest.

Singing and dancing, they will finally head to the Cathedral of the "Fools" to end the pleasant evening with sincere thanks and prayers.

It was also a normal and beautiful day, and Mrs. Scorn and her husband had enjoyed a delicious meal together before going to the cathedral to pray at the usual time.

Among the current citizens, there are many dual-faith believers in the "Creator" and the "Fool", and the Calder couple is one of them.

After all, they are the parents chosen by the "Angel of Destiny" Ulorius, and they cannot but believe in Ulropes and the Creator. Fortunately, the "fools" did not mind as much as before, so their faith was preserved.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the City of Miracles is not like the Silver City, where there are no churches and temples of the "Creator".

The belief in the "Creator" will gradually disappear, and some secrets will be hidden in the heart, and in the end only the faith of the "fool" will remain.

When she arrived, there were already many people in the Cathedral of the Fool, and Mrs. Scrald walked in softly, nodding and greeting the familiar priest, and then sat down in the empty seat in the corner, clasped hands, and prayed to the Fool, thanking the life he had now, and hoping that the days would continue in such a peaceful and beautiful way.

After a few moments, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest.

Mrs. Scorn felt to her chest in confusion and found that the source of heat turned out to be her own necklace pendant.

- It was a common small photo frame locket that her husband bought from the outside world, and inside it could be filled with photos of loved ones. She liked this design very much, but there was no photo, so she had to put a sketch of her child, so she carried it with her and stroked it occasionally, which was considered a memory dedicated to the "Angel of Destiny".

She opened the necklace box and looked at the statue, and suddenly she saw the statue open its mouth and say to herself:

"Tell the 'fools' that a great catastrophe is about to happen in the north."

"Seek His help now, for destruction and natural disasters are approaching the country where you live......"

Mrs. Scorn did not dare to neglect the words of the "Angel of Destiny", and was extremely worried that her current life would be ruined by the flying disaster, so she immediately closed her eyes and prayed to the "Fool" dozens of times in a row.

……

After the one-sided war is over, the army with a faceless face is sweeping the battlefield.

They cut off the heads or ears of their enemies with their hands, take the name tags from the corpses, examine the fingers and teeth of the corpses by the way, and wait for the extraordinary properties to be precipitated without wasting anything of value. It's clean, just like Medici remembers.

Medici breathed in the rust-smelling air that she hadn't seen for a long time, occasionally glancing at the blurred figures.

The soldiers didn't give Him a familiar feeling.

He walked aimlessly with his blood-dripping sword, and the residual touch of slaying the huge mythical creature in his hand made his heart beat faster and he wondered if this was a picture from his memory.

However, Medici is not sure if this is Sauron or Einhorn's, after all, they have been fused for too long, and they have fused with each other's fragmented memories that do not belong to them, and occasionally see themselves from other people's perspectives. However, in the illusion given to him by the City of Calamity, these memories have also lost their reference value, because it is very likely that they are just made up by the other party.

It's like extracting the experience of general A, adding the process of general B, and finally choosing C...... Medici could not have a full memory of every war that had taken place, and he cared more about whether there was any metaphor in it than the source of these hallucinations.

Just as he passed by a certain corpse, he suddenly looked down and saw that the corpse's chest was actually heaving slightly.

…… It's not good enough, so pay attention to it in the next life. Medici casually stabbed the sword down, only to see a large amount of blood spurting out of the chest of the living man who had closed his eyes tightly and pretending to be dead, and his lips and cheeks instantly turned pale.

He watched as the other person stopped breathing, then opened his eyes and asked Him:

"What is war?"

"Yo, not only did you stop stammering, but you also discussed philosophical issues with me?" Medici gave it another sword, and there was no blood in the second hole, "I'm not interested in answering this question, do you want to find something else to do?" ”

The surrounding corpses also opened their eyes and looked at Medici together, as if to see if he would give them a sword for each of them.

Medici is really nostalgic for the city of calamity in the Tertiary Age, at least the other party can't speak at that time, won't hallucinate himself, and won't let himself answer questions - it's also a potential rule that you can't answer questions at will in the mysterious world, and if it's a mechanical device with a fixed answer, once the other party has the characteristics of being alive, then the right to interpret the answer belongs to the other party.

"War is the trampling of the strong against the weak."

"War is one in which the winner gains everything and the loser loses everything."

It doesn't care about the extra hole in its body and Medici's attitude, it takes the initiative to reveal the answer:

"So what is a disaster?"

Medici raised an eyebrow: "...... Disasters are not subject to human will? ”

This time it ignored Medici's words again:

"You're not enough."

……

Medici stood up.

Not a single word appeared on the bulletin board connected to the "Trenthorst Brass Book", it seemed to have been completely cut off, the black ink that made up the text turned into black squares, and there were large patches of blood left on the panel, and there was a dark red handwriting "Allow communication".

It is this sentence that gives Calamity City a stronger force to interfere with reality.

He straightened up holding on to the piece of bulletin board beside him.

With this simple act, it was as if the sky suddenly pressed down.

He looked down at his body for a moment, then suddenly reached out and tore open his cheeks, ripping out the tongue and entire teeth of two of his mouths and throwing them on the ground, leaving two large cavities where he could see the teeth.

Then the mist of blood in the air came spontaneously, repairing the decaying and pus-shedding parts of the body, repairing the wounds that were already visible to the bones, and the organs in the body for breathing and beating blood supply were abandoned, and he did not need these things that rarely had strong "human" characteristics, so those things were transformed into spirituality and integrated into this body.

In the center of his eyebrows, the red banner bleed, slashing through the corners of his eyes, staining his black eyes blood-red.

He smiled, opened his arms, and breathed deeply, as if embracing the world.

The fog in the sky dissipated, and the stars appeared one after another, but they were not distributed according to the star chart, like countless little eyes blinking.

Unlike the "Doomsday Witch" and the "Weather Warlock" who use spirituality and self-symbolism to create disasters, he stands here, the vast sky responds to his call, the sea of blood roars behind him, countless meteorites and meteors brew behind the night, they really come from the sky, with the cordial greetings and souvenirs of the guests from outside the sky, ready to accompany the order of the natural disaster!

With His presence, storms, tsunamis, plagues born of innumerable deaths, struggles and greed born of despair emerge, and in the coming feast, the smoke and blood mist grow thicker, and His figure is shrouded in it, gradually losing its form.

As invisible, incomprehensible, incommunicable, and unknowable as the disaster itself.

TBC

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Cheek turned his head, and the sky outside the window was gradually staining with blood.

There was a look of fear on his face, but he was firm. With the last two loud bangs in the depths of the palace, a bloody and extraordinary property appeared in his hand, as well as the "Brass Book of Trenthorst".

This seal was constantly flickering, and it looked like it was crazy to escape, but it was helplessly grabbed by a Sequence 0 True God, and the surrounding space was blocked by essentia, and it couldn't escape if it wanted to.

The deepest door of the palace was locked, but dark red blood slowly flowed from the cracks in the door below, carrying a violent disease that could kill an angel in half a minute. The blood flowed to Cheek's feet, turning pure black in an instant.

"Medici is dead?"

"It's also an old friend of mine, and now it's gone? I really gave Him the easiest way to die...... Ha. ”

Loftus-Cheek covered the lower half of his face with a feather fan, a hearty smile in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth did not rise by half a point.

The red sky had spread to the window, and everything was starting to fall apart rapidly.

(End of chapter)