In the northwest of the Mochizuki Continent, there is a rich land called DJI.

Eight hundred years ago, it was a place of carnival for mankind, and it was known as the city that never sleeps.

The majestic Colosseum, the 5,000-year-old ancient city of Mochizuki, the legendary Temple of Tsuten, and the constant stream of caravans bring the city to life.

Five hundred years ago, the plague was rampant, and the country of Peiguo was founded in Dajiangzhou, although there was no war here, but because many people died, the people of this land began to abandon their faith and indulge in pleasure, and the supremacy of money led to the growing gap between the rich and the poor of the people living here.

Three hundred years ago, the Ula River, which originally crossed the DJI, suddenly stopped, and the lush forests began to become barren, the dense vegetation began to wither, animals began to die in large numbers, and grain began to be harvested.

When the groundwater also dried up, the disaster began.

Jinbi became worthless in the face of hunger and thirst, and people began to sell their souls for a bottle of water.

Old people die in batches, followed by children, and finally adults. The population of the city, which originally had a population of 10 million, was reduced to less than 2 million after the plague and lack of water and food.

Ten rooms were empty, and almost every family had died.

Until a hundred years ago.

Numb people began to give up their jobs and live only on relief supplies, and many stopped thinking about the past and no longer looking forward to the future.

The theocratic rulers who had been guarding the land chose to abandon it, and the whole of DJI began to enter the era of anarchy.

The army was disbanded, and the riots came.

All kinds of street fights, people die every day.

Mutant genes began to quietly become popular, and various low-order mutant genes appeared in the city, and more people chose to mutate in order to get a hint of pleasure when injected.

Several major powers began to break out into conflict and war in order to obtain the last of their resources.

There was a chaotic war for nearly a decade.

The population has plummeted, until now the city is covered by yellow sand.

The ruined Colosseum is in ruins, the ancient city of Mochizuki has long since disappeared, and only a boundary monument remains, but the temple of Babel is once again full of incense, and people are looking forward to the miracle to appear again and take the believers out of the sea of suffering.

The vibrant DJI disappeared from people's memories and was replaced by the desert wilderness that it is now.

It was in ruins.

People began to call it the city of ruins.

There is no water, no flowers, and no future.

Only the scorching sun of the day and the cold wind of the night are reincarnated over and over again.

The people who live here don't see the light.

There are no lights, no electricity, just starlight and moonlight.

The night was accompanied by blood and nightmares.

Many people die in their sleep.

The ruined city in the darkness of the night was pitch black.

It is such a place that has been gradually forgotten, an old building, emitting a glimmer of light.

Temple of Babel.

A cardinal priest is holding a candle to light all the candles in the temple.

The light dispelled the darkness and illuminated his emaciated face.

Behind him, followed two black-clothed priests, who walked silently with their hands down, their black robes covering their entire bodies, their faces covered in black veil, leaving only a pair of eyes, following the red-clothed priests like ghosts.

When all the candles in the temple hall were lit, the originally dark temple became bright, and there was a trace of warmth in the brightness, and this warmth came from the heat emitted by the candles.

At this time, there was a sound of messy footsteps at the entrance of the main hall.

An old man was brought in in from a chair.

Messy hair, godless eyes, thin clothes, and a trembling body.

He was dying.

Behind him was a group of temple believers, who entered the main hall and prostrated on the ground, facing the idol in the depths of the temple.

There is a statue of a demon with wings.

The demon had horns on his head, angry eyes, a hideous face, and a huge scythe in his hand, which looked strange but also tall and majestic.

This is the belief of the people of the Great Wilderness, since the gods have abandoned this land, then the demon will come to the world, and it will also protect the believers and harvest the souls of the infidels.

"God says, He will direct you in the way out, and cast out all darkness for you."

"God says, All afflictions arise from the heart, and the heart gives birth to nothing, and afflictions give no birth, and sufferings dwell without dwelling, and are delivered everywhere."

The red-robed priest came to the old man and stroked his forehead with his hand.

A halo of light appeared under the red-robed priest's hand, and then disappeared into the old man's forehead.

The old man in the wheelchair who was shaking all over his body seemed to have gained some kind of strength, and he no longer trembled, and his originally godless eyes showed a hint of brilliance, and he stared at the statue in the distance, as if muttering to himself, and as if he was telling something to the god in his heart.

"God, I dare not sleep now, as soon as I close my eyes, it is as if I am being dragged to Hellfire."

"I didn't dare to close my eyes, I felt like my whole heart was being bound, and I felt suffocated."

"I haven't slept in two days...... I'm so sleepy, my eyes can't focus now, I can't see clearly......"

The old man's voice grew smaller and quieter until it was inaudible.

Just die.

Seeing that the old man was dead, two black-clothed priests stepped forward and carried the old man to the depths of the main hall, where there was a circular altar.

After putting the old man on it, the black-clothed priest slashed the old man's neck with a knife.

The blood began to flow down the altar's blood tank to the nearby pool of blood.

As new blood flowed in, the originally dry and calm river of blood in the blood pool began to tumble, constantly bubbling with blood, as if something was struggling at the bottom of the blood pool.

When the old man's blood ran out, two black-clad priests came to the altar and carried the old man to a sarcophagus beside him, and the two began to pour fuel oil on the dead old man.

A thick flame rose and the corpses began to burn.

"God prays."

As the voice of the red-robed priest sounded, the believers who bowed their heads and bowed began to chant: "O God, I will cast your body with my blood, illuminate you with my body, and pray for you with my soul......"

The believers in the distance followed the red-robed priest in reading, and the entire hall was filled with voices one after another.

"O God, come down to earth, we will be dust under your feet, and we will give everything we have."

As the words of the red-robed priest ended, the sacrifice ended.

At this moment, two more black-clothed priests appeared at the door of the main hall, each of them holding a bottle of muddy water with muddy sand in their hands.

The prostrate believers straightened up, their hands held in the air, and the black-clad priest began to pour water into the hands of the believers.

Everyone gets a bite, no more, no less.

The believer who received the water lowered his hand and held it to his chapped lips.

After drinking the water, it was not enough, so they began to lick their palms vigorously, not daring to waste a drop.

After the corpses were reduced to ashes, they silently left the main hall, expecting the next sacrificer...... Or rather, looking forward to taking another sip of water.

Some people died in the long wait.

Others test for mutated genes in search of water.

As a mutant gene tester, you can get more water.

Provided that you are not dead.

People are dying every day.

Here, death became the most rare and commonplace.

Waiting for the believers to leave, the red-robed priest looked at the pool of blood that had calmed down, and said with some regret: "The flesh and blood of these people are still too weak. ”

"There's a truckload of new water coming in tomorrow." The black-clad priest said.

"Not enough, not enough."

The red-robed priest did not know if he was saying that there was not enough water or that there was not enough blood going to the pool of blood.

"My lord, there is a show at the Colosseum tomorrow, will you go?"

The red-robed priest shook his head, he blew out the candle in front of him, and said with a hint of mockery:

"Let them enjoy those vain revelries......" he asked the black-clad priest beside him, "The pirates are coming, aren't they?" ”

"It should already be on the way."

"May the gods bless them with all the best...... I really want to take a bite...... Sweet and sour grapes! ”

The black-clad priest swallowed.

In this barren land, there is much more to expect than faith.

For example, food, such as tobacco and alcohol.

Fortunately, this moment is finally coming.

Thinking of this, the black-clothed priest seemed to have discovered the light.

As the candle went out again, the temple fell into darkness again.

Only a deep voice echoed through the temple:

"May the light be with us."

——Thank you for the tips and appreciation of the two girls~ Shake hands——