Esther didn't mention the "Red Angel" again, and always felt that Ulorius's mood was a little low.

From the still-flat, unchanging tone, no one could hear any change in Ulorius's mood, but Esther felt the same way.

Not through words, but through invisible tacit understanding.

Zoya and Ulorius may have a good relationship? Thinking so, Esther moved her gaze to the depths of the darkness, and saw several deformed beasts crawling on the ground with red eyes, and although they stared in this direction, they never dared to pounce.

After Ulorius and Leomaster walked away, the deformed beasts continued to roam the darkness.

Nothing could be seen further afield, and even if there was a brief flash of lightning overhead, the range of illumination was very limited and insufficient to provide a steady illumination of a wide area.

According to the information that Esther learned, when the lightning subsided, it was regarded as night in Silver City, and when the lightning was frequently active, it was daytime, but it was difficult for her to feel accurate in this calculation.

As the journey progressed, the lark's gaze became heavier and heavier, the situation in the "God's Forsaken Land" was even worse than she had imagined, and it was hard to imagine how Silver City, where the "sun" was located, had survived.

Along the way, although I passed two towns that could barely make out the layout, there was a dead silence except for the ruins, and occasionally in the shadows under the ruins, you could see weathered skeletons.

Even those bones, most of which have lost their "humanoid" shape, including those large giant-like backbones, with new heads or limbs growing on top of the broken bones, are the result of relatively common mutations.

Esther had a sense of absurdity, she always felt that this should not be the case.

Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu said that it was a glorious age, the supreme god who walked in the world, and his mercy and redemption for mankind......

The lark closed his eyes and moved closer to Ulorius' neck, but the "Angel of Destiny" was even cooler than Esther's, giving Esther a subtle sense of being close to a cold-blooded animal.

"Urorius?"

Ulorius raised his head slightly, and it took several seconds before he responded to the call: "It's almost there." ”

Esther wanted to ask instead of this: "If you want to see ...... I mean, is there anything I need to pay attention to? ”

This time Ulorius replied very quickly: "No, as long as it's 'Zoya'." ”

The lark blinked blankly, wondering if he had triggered some keyword, and then Ulorius directly mobilized the "auto-reply" so that he could quickly give an answer.

Esther began to get used to such strange patterns of communication: "But how can you be sure that I am 'Zoya', maybe I am just a 'thief' parasitic on the lark?" ”

After being quiet for a few seconds, Ulorius said slowly, "Intuition? ”

Should it be said that it is worthy of the "fate" path? Such an answer makes sense, and Aaron always does it this way.

Esther sighed.

She can't seem to complain about anything, because she herself is driven by her intuition, and subconsciously puts aside her thinking personality: "It's just 'intuition'? ”

Ulorius's voice was still as indifferent and gentle: "I can't admit that I am mistaken, the 'light' is in you." ”

Esther wanted to tap Ulorius's head twice, but this answer was much more normal than "intuition", why didn't he say it just now.

This pilgrim's hike will eventually reach the destination, which is also a tall mountain, and even if you stand at the foot of the mountain, the tall cross at the top of the mountain is clearly visible.

It sits somewhere between the virtual and the real, with a vague human figure hanging upside down.

The lark raised his head and looked up at the bleeding phantom pierced by the stake.

The True Creator......

——

"Ulorius, can we fly up?"

Ulorius glanced back at Leomaste behind him.

The lark nodded: "Oh I see, he has to go up, so take him up first." ”

"It's leading him." Ulorius corrected.

Esther froze, wait, this seems to be what she had said in her prayer before......

The "Black Sage" hung his head and said nothing, believing in his heart that he was the most inconspicuous "identity" present, and did not reply to anything, leaving it all up to Ulorius or "Zoya".

Leomast had been silently reading something, but Esther had observed, and his face was always wistful and excited, and there were tears in his eyes.

Unlike Leomaste, Esther is more nervous, and no matter what her relationship with the real creator is, she can't forget her experience in Tingen.

As if noticing the lark's neck, Ulorius tilted his head and turned to his shoulders: "Don't worry. ”

But when he said this, he returned to silence, and Ulorius did not explain too much, nor did he elaborate on the attitude of the "true creator", which only made Esther even more uneasy.

As Ulorius and Leomaste were halfway up the mountain, the thunder in the sky began to become more frequent, piercing through the dark sky one after another.

The lark looked up at the sky for a long time, and suddenly whispered a word: "God War?" ”

Esther didn't expect a reply, but Ulorius nodded lightly, as if agreeing with some of her guesses, "Hmm." ”

The lark shook his feathers and bowed down a little sluggishly: "It's really uncomfortable......"

Ulorius's brow seemed to furrow slightly: "Too cold? ”

When the lark shook his head, his tone was also very depressed: "No, it's just sad about what happened here." ”

It wasn't until he was about to approach the cross that Ulorius' faint voice came: "Me too." ”

There was no emotion in His voice, as if it was speaking about the feelings of others, not about himself.

Esther smiled wryly and swept away a trace of silver hair wrapped around her paws: "If you are only a bystander forever, it is easy to leave regrets." ”

Ulorius's eyelashes trembled violently, as if he wanted to raise his eyes in surprise, but he didn't open them.

"You...... It's different. Ulorius said.

"Really?" There was a smile in the lark's voice, "Maybe it's because I don't want to be a bystander forever, right?" ”

These were just Esther's casual words to perfunctory Ulorius.

Ulorius suddenly turned his face around, and under his slender eyelashes, his half-constricted silver eyes looked tenderly at the little lark.

"What's wrong?" As soon as the lark tilted his head, he saw the silver river flowing through the eyes of Ulorius.

Esther caught a glimpse of a swirling light inside, but the moment she caught it, the light had completely disappeared in the long river of fate.

Ulorius closed her eyes again: "Be careful, Esther. ”

The lark's eyes widened suddenly.

Of all the people who knew "Zoya", Ulorius was the first to call out her name openly, not "Zoya", but "Esther".

She was sure she hadn't told Ulorius her name, and she didn't know why he had suddenly reminded her of this.

Be careful of the past? Was He referring to the "Zoya" of the past, or something else?

The silver-haired "Angel of Destiny" simply hung his head and did not give an answer.

The shadow of the cross pressed down in front of her, and Esther looked up, but she couldn't make out the blurred figure.

It's just that more and more blood is flowing through His body, giving people the illusion of a red stream.

Leomaste prostrate himself on the ground, kissing the shadow of the cross with tears streaming down his face, chanting the name and teachings of the Creator over and over again, without lifting his head for a moment.

The lark flew away from Ulorius's shoulder, and a glowing phantom detached, instantly reverting to a human form with a white shirt and dark blue waistcoat and black trousers.

Esther whistled, and the lark controlled by a point of light slowly flew down from the sky, stood on her shoulder, and rubbed Esther's cheek affectionately.

Ulorius was already kneeling not far away, bowing his head reverently and beginning to pray with a soft expression.

Esther stood still, staring ahead.

In the shadow of the cross, a cloud of flesh and blood was flowing unnaturally in this direction, and the wriggling veins and quivering organs were spread flat on the ground, as if they had been stripped of their skin and then roughly flattened, until at last only a mess of mud remained.

The near-fluid, organ-laden flesh soon spread to Esther's feet, rising upwards to form a mass of flesh taller than her.

Esther didn't dodge, just stared blankly at the rift above a pumping heart.

Soon, the tear was torn open to the sides, revealing a blood-streaked, mucous membrane-covered moist eyeball, and with each beat of the heart, blood beads spilled from the edges of the "eyes" like rolling tears.

The humming sound sounded in Esther's mind, but it was not as strong as Esther expected, and the "spiritual intuition" sent a response, and "Zoya" clearly gave Esther a negative thought.

He refused to face the "true Creator", apparently following Ulorius, the "spiritual intuition" was a natural peace, hoping that Esther would come here.

Such an unexpected development now made Esther start to panic.

The mass of flesh gradually extended, and there was a bubble-like "grunt" sound between the tumblings, forming a palm in front of her that was not covered by skin, and I don't know which blood vessel was twisted and ruptured between the extensions, and a line of blood instantly poured to the ground and onto Esther's shoes.

The dark, pure black eye turned around, and each twist brought the heart at the root, bursting with more blood dripping from the corner of the eye. Eyes looked at Esther from head to toe, including her cinnamon-yellow hair, the larks on her shoulders, and the light-colored eyes that were similar to those of Ulorius.

Finally the eye stopped, and landed straight on Esther's face.

The "spiritual intuition" almost impatiently urged Esther to deal with the situation in front of her on her own.

It's like running away and then pushing the matter on me, don't you have your own inclinations? This is obviously your own past relationship!

Esther complained in her heart, but on the surface, she did not dare to show any wavering, for fear of arousing the anger of the other party.

Even if it is an evil god, no matter how it is, it is a god, and she does not have any choice of "refusal" at all.

Taking a deep breath, Esther boldly reached out and landed on the fleshy limb.

(End of chapter)