Zoya felt the ten fingers of her left hand and right hand running separately again, and he repeated the mechanical grip in the air, flexing and stretching his arm, feeling the heavier body.

His head was a little heavy, mainly the silver hair that dragged to the ground, almost forming a skirt-like hem, giving him an unprecedented sense of weight.

In this way, he changed from the lark's shell back to his old body, whether in terms of freedom or mode of action, Zoya had to say that he was not used to it.

But on the bright side, after Darriberg's repair and modification, his body has also gained a certain degree of "vision", and his perception of the outside world has become much clearer.

This should be what they often say, optimization?

Zoya had grown accustomed to the other voice in her head, the same as herself, but with a more lively and witty tone, much like the light-hearted jokes of Darhiberg or Saslier, but as if someone else was whispering in his mind.

Zoya had some guesses. The hundreds of souls He gazed at had left many fragmented reflections over a long period of time. Even without utopia, there are human impurities that form in the depths of the light, and finally, through interaction with the real world, distort Zoya's own will and converge into subtle divisions.

The power drawn from those spirits still had a further impact on Zoya's essence.

Did the Lord of the Spirit Realm anticipate this day a long time ago? He knew what the light of fate was craving, and knew that I would unconsciously eat them, so He hung the bait on the hook and waited for me to become His shepherd dog unconsciously.

Shepherd dog, this statement was learned by Zoya from Medici.

Zoya touched his translucent cheek, and the light converged along his fingers, outlining a crescent-like arc as if revealing a big smile.

That may not be a bad thing, he thought. They have so much to exploit that I can be their destiny if the process is irreversible......

Zoya abruptly interrupted the thought, and then hid it in the depths of the light that she had gathered, and the sound in the light became noisy, interfering with the indifference he should have.

He was just looking into the eyes of fate, and he shouldn't have so many mixed thoughts.

Zoya lowered his hand and looked up at the flower garden outside the courtyard, he was not used to a world where only silhouettes remained, and the most vivid part of this body was only touch.

The wind blew by her side, and her scattered silver hair rose slightly, but Zoya couldn't feel the wind or the coolness, and she could no longer spread her wings in the wind.

Naturally, this is not the original courtyard, which has long since expanded into a huge monastery and has become part of a huge complex.

However, Darriberg knew Zoya's preference for this place, so he kept the earliest appearance of the courtyard and made a complete one-to-one replica in "Eden".

Also pleased with this was Ulorius, of course, from his face, it is difficult for ordinary people to see this emotion, but after seeing this courtyard, Ulorius directly doubled the time of morning and dusk prayer.

The Medici was also here, lying on the side of the fence where he was customary, napping with his eyes closed, and he no longer wore the armor, but a simple robe and trousers, his wrists and ankles were tightened with red bands, and the wings of the Lord's fantasy were hidden for him.

Because the Lord asked Him to stay, Medici is here today, or He would have gone hunting with the War Legion.

After the Lord unified the entire continent and made the sky, sea and land no longer separate, the War Legion was not disbanded, because the extraordinary creatures of this land were still thriving, and without regular cleaning and patrolling, the passage between cities could easily be destroyed, so the "glory of the Lord" still had a task on its part.

But what bothered Medici was that the War Legion had welcomed groups of teenagers who wanted to join the "glory of the Lord", or rather, the "new generation".

The first time Sasriel mentioned the term, Medici learned its bad usage, mocking young men who did not understand the dangers of extraordinary combat, and turning a nicely neutral word into a derogatory one.

The new generation of children, without exception, had been driven away by the irascible Medici, and he didn't need this kind of doll with no hair, at least until these children had participated in the "general education class".

To be honest, Medici didn't quite know what the "public facilities" that Saslier had arranged, the systems and basic codes that had gone to great lengths to build, were for.

But since it is the will of the Lord, then everything is correct, and Medici's thinking circuit in such matters has always been very straightforward, completely leaving aside the mind of a "conspirator".

Medici yawned, then opened his eyes and looked into the middle of the pavilion - Ulorius was painting again, had he painted so many frescoes in churches and monasteries, and he hadn't painted enough yet?

Medici didn't understand, and he glanced at Zoya, who was sitting on the other side like a sculpture.

In order to avoid the sudden attack of Medici, in the warm sunlight around Zoya, a faint halo occasionally emerges from it, and once there is an abnormality, it will spontaneously trigger a "restart".

What a boring fool, not as good as Ulorius. Medici stretched and closed his eyes again.

Unlike Medici, Ulorius did not hide his wings and the aperture above his head, and he seemed to appreciate the unified appearance that the Lord had planned for the angels, or perhaps because the Lord liked it, Ulorius gladly accepted this new image.

It didn't affect his painting anyway, such wings were not substantial, just overlapping phantoms that emitted silver light.

The "peaceful" atmosphere in the gazebo has been going on for a long time, and it looks like it's going to last forever.

Zoya was the first to stand up, and his movements could be described as panicked, for he was so used to his claws and wings that he stepped on his hair as he moved his legs, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

However, with good luck, Zoya was able to stabilize her center of gravity.

Ulorius's reaction was only two seconds slower than Zoya's, perhaps because Zoya's movements had attracted his attention. There was a hint of surprise in the serpent's calm eyes, but he put down his brush as quickly as he could, walked over to Zoya, and helped him by the crook of his arm.

It wasn't until Zoya walked forward briskly that Ulorius lifted his face and looked at the constant sun in the sky—only the sun in the Garden of Eden never set.

At this moment, however, a halo of light around the sun swayed into a phanthropic shadow, and soon, a magnificent bell came out of it, and it rang one after another.

The sound of the bell echoed in the kingdom of God and the vast land of the Lord, and was heard near every church that believed in the "All-Knowing and Almighty Creator", as if to spread the sound of music throughout the world.

This made Medici excited, and immediately sat up from the fence:

"What's the situation? New enemies!? ”

Looking at the uncontrollable smile and high-pitched tone, he was quite excited.

Ulorius and Zoya spoke at the same time: "No. ”

Medici lay back and sighed heavily: "No......"

Then He realized something was wrong: "How do you two know it's not?" ”

Zoya simply ignored Medici, and Ulorius answered his friend's doubts: "There is no fire, only ghosting......"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what fate suggests."

Medici knew he shouldn't have asked more, and it was useless to ask.

——

"That's why you made such a decision without consulting me." Listening to the bell that had told the world, Sasriel whispered, "You didn't wait until the seventh day to do this. ”

Darzyberg did not look up, his gaze was soft and deep, he looked at the two children in his arms, who were not similar in eyebrows and eyes, and handed them in the direction of Sasriel:

"I've reached a critical juncture in my research, and I'm going to use that slate to go deep into where we've come from. Only in this way will there be no exclusion. ”

"Your thoughts are dangerous. If you step directly into the Sea of Chaos, the amount of polluting power I can help you carry is limited. ”

"I'll face it myself this time, and I hope you can help me look after everything outside."

Sasriel's expression was heavy, and he didn't rush to pick up the two babies: "Although you have spread all the characteristics, can you really avoid the effects of the convergence tendency?" ”

Darzyberg still looked at the two children: "All experiments have the probability of accidents, but we can't do nothing because there are accidents, this is the most appropriate way." ”

"I'm not going to persuade you, because I know you won't listen, now that you've decided......"

As he spoke, Sasriel took the two swaddling clothes, black and white, both of which were still asleep, their eyes tightly closed, the sparse blonde baby's cheeks were more rounded, his hands were clenched into fists and curled inward, and the contours of his facial features were visibly similar to those of Darzyberg.

The other boy with black curly hair was different in appearance from Dariberg, and if he had to say, he would be more like Saslier.

The child seemed to be frowning from the nightmare, biting his finger lightly, and a monocle that looked like a polished crystal was attached to the outside of his right eye.

Sasriel looked at Dariberg: "Is there no way to hide it?" ”

"After breaking away from me, it became an explicit feature, and now I can't change it. If the child grows up to be proficient in controlling his abilities and does not like such ornaments, he can choose to hide them himself. ”

Darriberg reached out and pinched the black-haired boy's cheek, but the sleeping child struggled and pushed his fingers away hard, which made Darriburg's smile gentler, and he looked at the blonde child again, scraping the tip of the baby's nose with his knuckles, making the child's nose wrinkle subconsciously.

Sasriel's gaze fell on the monocle, thoughtful: "So it's 'them'......"

"It's my child."

"Yes, I also hope that you have carefully considered the names of the two children, which are miracles that must be enshrined in the canon, that all will know of their coming, and that all will sing the praises of their birth."

After a few seconds of silence, Darzyberg looked up at the shining sun in the sky:

"Yes, I have thought about it, and their future will be as their name is.

"Declare it to this world, let this world celebrate, this is the day of the birth of the Son of God."

This is the first year of the era, the third day.

——

Darzyberg did not leave immediately, but carried two more children from Saslier's arms.

In just an instant, the two of them had already arrived in the courtyard, and within the confines of the kingdom of God, "moving" was just a matter of thought.

Medici quickly re-displayed his wings behind him, and saluted on one knee with the same respectful respect as Ulorius.

Instead of saluting them, Zoya looked at the two babies that Darriborg was holding in bewilderment.

From those stagnant points of light, Darhiberg could sense that Zoya even had a hint of fear.

After initially grasping the authority of "omniscient and omnipotent", he was able to discern the general change of the point of light, symbolizing the specific emotions corresponding to Zoya, at least at this moment, Zoya's fear was clear to Darriberg.

"The news of the birth of the Son of God will soon spread throughout the earth." An invisible force held up the bodies of the two of them, causing Ulorius and Medici to stand up, and Darzyberg's tone was gentle, "I will keep them in the courtyard, at least until they grow old enough to control power." ”

Medici looked impulsive, and he looked at the two swaddling eyes, even a little fanatical—they were the Lord's heirs!

Sasriel cleared his throat: "I'll also pay attention here, if there is anything to find me first." ”

Ulorius bowed his head deeply again: "Follow your expectations, I will take care of them." ”

Medici couldn't help it, and then said, "I'm willing to do my part for them, please allow the Lord!" ”

Darzyberg smiled: "Yes." They should be staying here for a short time, Zoya, would you like to come and see them? ”

The light under Zoya's mask converged slightly, like a snail retracted into its shell, but he did not refuse Dariberg's invitation, but only delayed his progress and slowly approached Dariberg's body.

Zoya lowered her head, recovering her near-normal vision from the swirling mass of worms and discs, but she could still see only the black and white outline, a strand of curly black hair against the baby's forehead, making the baby's face look extraordinarily white.

It's just that in appearance, there is nothing to be afraid of, but Zoya subconsciously shrunk her shoulders and turned her head to the other side.

The light-haired baby, almost like a clump of blurred foam, looked even more fragile, and even though he was in front of him at this moment, Zoya had a hollow feeling of staring into nothingness.

"What do you see?" It wasn't Dariberg who asked the question, but Saslier next to him.

Rarely, Zoya just shook her head and didn't make any sound.

Darzyberg is not surprised by this: "Even if you see it, some fates can't be communicated to others, can they? ”

The light under Zoya's mask turned slightly, and in a more intimate way, she asked, "What are you planning?" ”

Darriberg's voice was also transmitted directly to the point of light: "I want to explore the depths of the earth, the essence of the ocean. ”

(End of chapter)