At that time, the Barrier Cliff had long been classified as a forbidden area by the temple, and it was said that those who approached it would be contaminated with filth, and might even be possessed by evil demons.

That's why there are no people here. The broken mountain was as if it had been cut by some divine power and then slid down entirely.

Wildflowers and weeds grow on the edge of the cliffs, with the occasional small gray-winged moth perched on it.

Standing in the afternoon sun, Lanmuir couldn't help but look at his scaly hands again. He pinched the scales behind him with such hands, and finally sighed heartily at the greatness of the Mother of God:

It's amazing! can turn him into a living person and completely turn him into a demon!

Just this morning, the elders finally agreed to Lanmuir's request to enter the abyss. They told Miko that since he had entered the abyss where the demons were crawling everywhere, he naturally needed some disguise.

The old men claimed that they could use spells to turn him into a demon, and took out a potion for him to drink. Lanmuir obediently drank it and soon lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was surprised to find that his body was covered with scales, with tiny horns growing on his head, and even a scaly tail dragging out of the back of his buttocks!

Ranmuir was amazed, and couldn't help but ask repeatedly, "Elder, how did you do this?"

The Prophet Elder smiled and said, "The Divine Mother is omnipotent, how can you not bestow a miracle when you enter the abyss alone for the sake of your people?"

Ranmuir closed his eyes reverently: "Thank you to the Mother of God."

"But," he opened his eyes in confusion again, "I don't seem to be able to sense my mana...... There's another energy in my veins, hotter and more violent, what is it?"

"Hehe, this is also one of the disguises, Miko-sama. If those demons smell the holy mana, they will come after you like crazy. "

Lanmuir was still a little confused.

But he knows that what matters now is not to explore this "miracle".

The young god tied up his blonde hair, took off his holy white robe, and put on a rough and inconspicuous linen robe, and also wore shoes that he did not need to wear when he was in the temple.

The elders had prepared seven days' worth of water in his bag, and a dagger had been stuck at his waist. In this way, he can finally enter the abyss.

Before parting, the elders once again instructed, "Mizuko, you must remember that divine grace can only last for seven days."

"Within seven days, you must return to earth and ask the Mother of God to cleanse you of the filth you have been contaminated from the abyss

Otherwise, the effect of the blessing will dissipate, and you will return to your human form, and you will die painfully in the miasma of the abyss, remember?"

Lanmuir: "Yes, I remember. ”

The Prophet Elder touched his head. The old man was kind and kind-eyed, and his palms were rough and warm. "Promise me, good boy, it doesn't matter if you can kill the demon king or not, you must come back on time, but sooner rather than later."

Lanmuir smiled, and he looked at the grandfather who had raised him with the same admiration as he had grown up for fifteen years, and repeated, "I really remember."

Ranmuir walked towards the enchantment.

Under the guidance of the elders, he carefully pressed his hands against the barrier, feeling the majestic light mana pounding against the palm of his hand like a pulse.

He drove the "mana" in his body—under the gift of the Divine Mother, it now took on a rich and hot black, and even if it was condensed a little, it seemed to be able to turn into flames.

This strange power wrapped around Lanmuir's fingers like a tiny black serpent, biting at the cracks in the rules of the circle.

Click.

Soon, a gap broke through the Gassel barrier, and the miasma vented. Lanmuir choked and coughed twice, and took a step forward despite the discomfort.

Behind him, the Prophet and Elder called: "Remember, the Son of God will be back in seven days!"

Lanmuir smiled back, the scales on his face could not stop his handsome beauty: "Got it—"

The next moment, the enchantment engulfed the young man's figure.

Tranquility was restored on the cliffs.

Only five elders remained. They stared at the barrier and remained silent for a long time.

I don't know who said first, "Okay, let's go back."

Another sigh: "Seal the power of the Son of God, and let the evil breath enter his blood...... Alas, hopefully nothing goes wrong. "The Son of God has gone, and it is useless to say it now. Alright, let's all go back. "

Marvel?

The gift of the Mother of God?

The worship elder standing in front of him took out a golden arrow from his sleeve and squinted into the sunlight to look at it.

The arrows made of honey gold, glittering in the sunlight, were almost identical to the one Ranmuir had shot the other day. Once, there was a magic breath stored in it. The last demon king died at the hands of the god son at that time when he invaded the world, and this was the war at that time

Product.

Where is the gift?

Is......

Elder Prophet exhaled slowly, his eyes twitching in his sunken sockets: "Lord Lanmuir is a good boy indeed. May the Mother God bless him.

- If this situation were seen by Ranmuir, the Son of God would definitely be surprised.

For when the prophet and elder called "Mother God," he did not close his palms, nor did he point to his heart, nor did he close his eyes. There was no reverence on the wrinkled face, and there was no warm kindness.

Under the old man's eyes, there was only a cold indifference.

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Grey. This was Lan Muir's first impression of the abyss.

That's what it is...... Is the land forsaken by the Mother of God the abyss of sin forever without the sun?

The cold wind blew like sharp knives, and Lanmuir was a little stunned for a moment, and only a few dead trees that had stubbornly taken root in the crevices of the rock shivered in front of him.

At his feet were craggy cliffs, and the sun was no longer shining overhead, replaced by a gray sky. From here, you can't see the appearance of the human world, only a huge circle with a treacherous glimmer.

Utter silence, utter desolation, perhaps the hell of the Hadith.

Knowing that the elders would see him, Lanmuir nodded upwards and turned and walked down the cliff.

He listened to the wind, looked down at his scales and claws, and thought quietly in his heart: If the original plan of the elders is followed, will Gilbert and other knights also be blessed by the Mother of God?

If it weren't for the fact that he insisted on taking over this burden as the son of God, wouldn't the knights who were chosen to be buried in the miasma?

Lanmuir sighed softly.

Although he grew up in the Brett Temple, there were times when he couldn't fully agree with some of the elders' practices. When he is older and ascends the throne, sooner or later he will have to renovate the temple.

But for now, focus on the task at hand.

…… Later, many years passed, and the holy Son of God became a slave of the Demon King.

One idle night, Dusk would lie on the bed and play with the honey gold dagger, and smile and say to him, "You humans are stupid enough to let you shoot arrows in and leave it alone?"

"I finally plundered my magic breath, and in the end, I didn't let me pick it up."

At that time, Lanmuir rested on his dim arm and nodded his head in a matter-of-fact manner: "Yes, yes, I thought I could kill you with an arrow, but I really miscalculated."

It was a rare time for Lanmuir to lie.

In fact, humans are certainly not that stupid. Before Ranmuir opened his bow, he had imprinted his soul on the honey-gold feather arrow. The original intention was to recall the golden arrow after shooting the demon king, but the demon king's escaping magic breath was too strong, and he lost control of the honey golden feather arrow.

But the imprint was still there, and Lanmuir could faintly sense its bearings. "If you can't kill the Demon King, it's better to get the honey gold back." - It is

The elders' commands.

The same was true of Lanmuir's intentions. Collect the honey gold first, and pay attention to the situation of the demon king along the way, and then make plans to assassinate.

In this way, the Son of God walked in the abyss.

He walked down the cliff and saw a pile of rocks. In the shadows is a hunched demon munching on the raw flesh of an unknown beast in its bloody mouth.

…… Rough.

He went into the wilderness and saw dead wood and strange grass. Three demons are fighting in the open air. Screaming excitedly.

…… Lewd. Disorderly.

He walked into the plains and saw the rising smoke. The two tribes of the demon clan are fighting, and they wield iron rods and smash their fellow tribes to the brains

Crack.

…… Cruel.

Time was short, and Lanmuir hid as much as he could to avoid conflict with the demons. But his face was still getting paler. The abyss was too depressing, and everything as far as the eye could see stimulated the young man's soft and pure nerves.

Ranmuir had never seen such a twisted and ugly life form. He just wanted to kill the Demon King as soon as possible and get out of this place full of demons.

In the evening, Miko sat under an old tree.

Ranmuir slowly ate the dry bread. It was roasted for him by the holy women of the temple, and the Prophet Elder wrapped it in cardboard and stuffed it in a bag, and told him to eat it on the way.

Lanmuir, however, found the food tasteless. He still can't forget the war-torn place he just passed, the bloody scene.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind: There are so many demons in the abyss, what will happen to them after the demon king dies?

Suddenly, Lanmuir's expression changed, and he suddenly got up and stepped back. The scaly claws that pierced in the slanted ground cut off a strand of his hair.

The demons appear in front of the Son of God.

The ugly creature lowered its body, its eyes blood-red, and saliva dripping from the corners of its chapped mouth. It roared hoarsely: put down what you eat, or die.

evil

…… Evil at all.

Miko's beautiful face turned cold.

Ugly raw

Objects came at him. This poor and ignorant demon race, deceived by appearances, really regards the human god son as a weak and inferior demon.

It only took a moment of misalignment for the short sword at Ranmuir's waist to unsheath. A bloody light splashed on the demon's chest, and it screamed in despair, unwillingly staring at the god son and falling.

Boom.

The body rolled on the ground.

Lan Muir lightly shook off the beads of blood from the dagger.

A rough, kinky. A chaotic, cruel, evil race, he thought to himself. As it is said in the Hadith, the blood of iniquity flows in the body of demons. If this creature is allowed to crawl out of the abyss, what will become of the world?

There were only seven days to go, and he had to hurry. The Demon King must be killed...... Lan Muir turned his back to the demon corpse and walked forward. - Abba!

A small cry rang out behind him.

Lanmuir's beautiful eyes widened. He turned his head sharply, only to see a thin figure rolling out from under the bushes not far away. It was a dirty demon child. Very thin, very small, like a human being of four or five years old.

It crawled on its hands and feet, pounced on the dead Great Demon, and used its bony little hands to plug the wound of the Great Demon Clan's blood. It shouted, "Abba...... Abba what's wrong with you, you get up! Hurry up, let's go find something to eat......"

Lanmuir stood there dumbfounded.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that the big demon who attacked him was very thin—yes, the demon was indeed tall. But the corpse was distinctly shriveled, with protruding ribs and dull scales, and new wounds and old scars everywhere.

The little demon shook the corpse vigorously, patting the corpse's cheeks and fiddling with the corpse's eyelids, trying to wake up its Abba. But the dead Great Demon Clan didn't react anymore. Finally, the corners of the little demon's mouth twitched, and large tears rolled down his eyes and flowed down the dim scales.

It cried out loud: "Abba, Abba, woo...... I don't say I'm hungry, woo...... I'm not going to say it again, Abba, don't go...... Abba hug......

The howl gradually became miserable and hoarse, and the green tendons on the neck of the little demon clan rose up, and the body began to twitch one after another. Even so, its hands still clutched the arms of the Great Demon Clan, refusing to relax at all.

A figure came to the front of the little demon.

Your father is dead.

He......

Lanmuir couldn't go on. He has always been good at enlightening people in distress, but nothing in the hadith can be applied to this situation. What to say

Is it? What can be said? It's wrong to snatch someone else's belongings, and it's even more wrong to hurt someone and kill someone for it, so your father is to blame?

Ranmuir was chilled, he stiffened and handed over the piece of dry bread: Here you go, you can eat.

The little demon raised his head: "You killed Abba."

Lanmuir opened his mouth and lost his voice: ......

The little demon stood up, as if trying to give Lanmuir a claw, but only took a step forward before he fell to the ground with a snap. Maybe it's because it's so weak.

After all, it was dying of starvation, and it had been crying for so long.

There was no blood on Ranmuir's face. He placed the piece of dry bread beside the little demon, staggered a few steps, turned around and ran.

He ran out of the plain and into the forest, gasping for breath and walking briskly. The heart thumped, pounding against the throbbing ribcage. Lanmuir didn't know where this pain came from, so he could only raise his face blankly—

He saw the dim sky, and saw the faint light of the enchantment.

Above the barrier is the human world.

It was thought that the elders should still be waiting for him to go back at this time. And parents, younger brother, Gilbert .... Lanmuir calmed down a little

Dot.

But Miko's personality was too gentle, so he calmed down, and the first thought was: Oops, that little demon just now....... Such a young child, without Abba, how can he survive in such an environment as the abyss?

Yes, the demons are indeed full of sins, and what he has seen and heard along the way proves this. But after all, still such a young child ....

Ranmuir stopped, and he began to turn and walk back, soon becoming a runner. The old tree gradually appeared in the field of vision, and there were still two figures under the tree, one large and one small.

Sleeves go under the tree,

He saw a pair of overlapping corpses.

The little demon fell to the ground on his back, his thin little hands with pointed nails tightly grasping the dead adult demon, and a pair of black eyes stared blankly at the sky shrouded in miasma, and his pupils were already dilated.

A bloody hole had been broken in its chest, which had been scratched by the scale claws of the demons. As for that piece of bread, it has long been gone.

Lanmuir stood there with a dead face. Obviously, it's just going and coming back, such a short time.

Who brutally killed the child and snatched the precious piece of bread? Could it be another father for another child who is dying of hunger?

Lanmuir didn't know the answer, and it was destined never to be

Know. At this moment, the only thing he knew was that this little demon would never be hungry again, and he wouldn't have to cry anymore.

It sleeps with its abba forever.

It was late at night, and Ranmuir stood there for a long time, feeling only foggy and spinning. He thought to himself: Who am I, where is this, why am I here?

Oh, remembered. He is the son of God, this is the abyss, he came to the abyss to kill the demon king. That's right, the Demon Slayer.

Ranmuir turned around again in a daze, and walked into the forest again along the way he had just run back, to kill the demon king, he thought to himself. After walking for about half an hour, Miko fell to her knees and vomited heartbreakingly.