"It was a war that had nothing to do with the inhabitants of Cassel, at least in the beginning."

At the beginning of the story, a lord rebelled. Maybe not a lord, but a minister, or a general, but that doesn't matter.

Enraged, the monarch immediately sent his army to crush the rebels, but the war dragged on and the battle line was moving day by day. Although the rebels did not have much advantage in front of the kingdom's army, they were surprisingly tenacious, causing the monarch to lose face.

Finally, the rebel army fought and retreated, and came to the peaceful land of Gasol.

This is already the far north of the kingdom, with snow-capped mountains and glacial lakes lying here. If you go further north, you will be out of the realm of the human kingdom.

Once the rebels are allowed to leave the country, there will be endless troubles.

So the king went crazy and sent troops, even at the expense of the royal army. The flames of war burned all over the land of Gassel, and countless mages were sent here, and one after another spells were smashed, turning into billowing smoke.

Unable to disobey the king, the people of Gassel watched their homeland lay in ruins and innocent people in their neighborhoods were killed. All that can be done is to wash your face with tears day and night, praying that this unwarranted disaster will pass quickly.

But the fighting is still as fierce as a loose horse, and every day is worse than yesterday.

Some scholars are starting to get worried. They had to warn the monarch that such an unrestrained release of powerful spells would most likely destroy the surface of the earth, with unknown consequences.

But the king has killed the red eye. Instead of listening to the advice, he asked some of the most powerful mages of the time to unleash forbidden spells, leaving the rebel thieves dead with no place to bury.

"At that time, the most powerful mages ......"

The voice echoed in the dark cell, and the old woman said hoarsely, "It's the sons and elders of the Temple of Light."

Across from her, the blonde boy listened in amazement, his hands touching the extinguished lantern.

"The forbidden spell has been released, and it has brought hellish calamity. I didn't get to see it with my own eyes, but my grandfather said he would never forget that day.

The earth cracked dozens of meters into huge cracks, like the devil's open mouth of blood; Crimson flames erupted from the depths, and the miasma was swept away by the scorching currents of air, rushing out of the surface and quickly filling the air.

"It was daytime, but all of a sudden it became dark. People cried for help and ran wildly, but they didn't know where they could run. "This is undoubtedly a man-made catastrophe...... But, Son of God, can you imagine? So far, it is only the beginning of the tragedy. ”

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The priests of the temple also panicked.

Seeing the miasma surging in all directions like a black cloud. If nothing is done, the whole country will be corroded by miasma.

In a hurry, they could only bite the bullet and set a huge seal.

The miasma, the fire, the polluted land, the people of the land, and even the soldiers who fought on the front lines for the king...... Locked up together.

"—it's impossible." Lanmuir interrupted suddenly, coldly. His eyes were sharp, and only the faintly trembling fingertips betrayed his wavering heart.

"I do doubt the truth of the abyss, but ...... If that's your story, I can't believe it. ”

Lanmuir gritted his teeth: "If such a tragic thing has happened, how can it be that there is no record at all!"" Such a vast land! Countless people! Trapped in a seal by the superior alive? How-" In broad daylight, how-"

The young god is speechless.

Suddenly, as if he had figured out something, endless fear welled up in his wide eyes. The old woman sighed, "You already realize. Miko, you are a wise child. ”

"In broad daylight, where God's grace shines, it is certainly impossible for people to tolerate such ugliness."

The old man's voice suddenly became gloomy: "—So, they are going to hell without light."

No, it can't......

Lanmuir was short of breath. He suddenly felt cold, and he couldn't help but tighten his robe, but he still trembled slightly.

The young man's Adam's apple moved, and he shook his head bitterly and said, "Since the king has brought many mages, there must be ...... among them A mage who has mastered the spell of purifying the miasma...... Obviously you can try to make up for it......

yes, it can be made up.

The miasma is indeed terrible, but it is not an immediate death, but a slow torture.

Those who were imprisoned went from screaming and scolding to crying loudly. In the end, he didn't even have the strength to cry, so he could only lie on the edge of the barrier, slapping desperately.

The monarch watched from a very high distance, his hair ruffled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The mages knelt before the monarch and begged. Hurry up and gather more mages to purify the miasma, if you don't save people, it's too late, why is Your Majesty hesitating?

Stupid fellow, the monarch scolded in his heart, why didn't he think about it?

The probability of a miasma overflowing aside, who would accept a monarch who had sealed his people in fire and poison gas? If put

This group of people is released, and it is he who will never recover!

"Your Majesty, there is another way.

At that time, the Son of Light, the other culprit of the calamity, came to the king late at night.

He lowered his voice and said, "Let's cast another forbidden spell to make this land fall."

"Fall deeper than the ground. Where no one can see even the sun......"

The monarch turned his head sharply, and he stared at Miko as if he had seen a demon's invitation.

One day passes, two days pass. Almost all of the people of Gasuo struggled to the edge of the barrier, like black ants. Gradually, some people's symptoms became severe. They rolled on the ground in pain, moaning in fits. Recite.

A woman wrapped her daughter in a quilt, her hair scattered, and she rushed to the barrier with tears streaming down her face.

The child was dying, his little face was bruised, he had no strength to cry, he just hummed weakly and called his mother.

Your Majesty, I beg you......... Please...... The woman cried out with her neck up, she knelt down and kowtowed, her head hitting the ground and bleeding.

There is no time to hesitate, Your Majesty...... The Son of Light is still anxiously persuading: When the news reaches the rest of the city, to the royal capital, the angry people will push us to the guillotine!

But so many people have seen it! The monarch roared in annoyance: How can the whole earth be explained to the people when the whole earth is sinking!?

Just fake it as the power of the Mother of God, Gasuo is in the middle of nowhere, and there is no big trouble. As for those who see it, there is always a way to shut them up...... Your Majesty, make a decision, Your Majesty!

Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The woman in the enchantment was still holding her child and shouting. More people next to him also shouted, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!

Suddenly, the girl convulsed, bloody foam spilling from the corners of her mouth. All the symptoms of the dying were present in this delicate little life.

Oh my God, no, no! The woman screamed, her back facing the sky, the veins on her neck bulging. God, God, save my children! Save my child!

The monarch took a deep breath, waved his hand, gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "Okay, Divine Son, just do as you say."

Gradually, the girl stopped moving, and died in her mother's arms in a stiff position.

The mother suddenly burst out laughing madly, kissing her daughter's distorted face and muttering something. After a while, she suddenly screamed and threw herself at the barrier in front of her.

Boom. With a muffled sound, the woman's brain pretended to hit the solid barrier and died directly. The face was full of blood and tears, and there was a deep hatred

, covered by a puff of dust blown up by the wind.

The monarch says that he has decided to open the barrier. He wants to purify the miasma and save those who have no enjoyment.

"Quick, quick, hold on, we're coming......"

The soldiers happily and anxiously lay on the edge of the barrier, shouting inside, while not forgetting to urge the mages who were opening the barrier, "Hurry up, hurry!

At this moment, they felt a strange wave of mana.

They turned, looked up, and saw the Son of Light standing on a high cliff and drawing his golden longbow. There were also the elders standing there, as well as another group of mages who did not choose to take the risk and rush to save people.

The forbidden magic-level mana was released again.

Gasso's big belt took away the last of the good ones

Witnesses. It broke, fell, fell deeper than hell, and came to be called deep

Abyssal place.

There were only miasma, earth fire, shriveled plants, and strange monsters...... The barrier cut off the sunlight, and the eternal darkness of the night came.

How many people are locked up inside?

Lanmuir didn't know how he made the sound.

How many people...... I don't know, no one knows the exact number.

The old woman said abruptly: "Later, the king killed many people in the know, trying to bury the truth completely, but there were always fish that slipped through the net.

"For example, the relatives of the soldiers who went out on the expedition had some doubts about the king's claims; For example, of the witnesses who were killed, several escaped the pursuit; More of them were the people of Gasol who happened to be away from home at the time...... Like my grandfather.

"At the age of fourteen, he quietly slipped out of the house and went out with the trade team to 'gain knowledge'. This time, there is no more hometown. ”

It is said that in the bustling royal city, he once touched all the copper coins on his body, bought a gift for his father, mother, younger brother, sister and the elderly grandfather next door, and happily packed it into his luggage on the return trip.

"Those gadgets were never given away. For as long as I can remember, they sat quietly on the stage until my grandfather died.

"But, Son of God, there is nothing that these surviving knowers can do. Soon, the Temple of Light claimed to have quelled the disaster with the help of the power of the Mother of God, and the monarch was renamed the Holy Monarch. A year later, the Cliff of Enchantment was made a forbidden place, and a large number of people in the know who were guarding the cliff were slaughtered......

Gradually, the Terrans of the abyss mutated into scaly monsters, and the temple began to claim that they were

Demons are alien races. Every time they tried to climb out of the abyss, the kingdom would send a large army to suppress it, and the war succeeded in making the hatred grow deeper and deeper, and so it was...... Until today.

The old woman coughed twice and pulled her dirty cloak with both hands. She tore a patch open with all her might, pulled out a few pages of parchment from the mezzanine inside, and handed them to the blonde boy in front of her.

"Miko, this is a handwritten text written by my grandfather, recording the days he used to watch over the Barrier Cliff, including the process of human beings transforming into demons little by little......

"He entrusted it to me before he died. But after all these years, his granddaughter is now an incompetent old thing, would you like to take it?

Lanmuir took it in silence.

A smile of comfort slowly appeared on the old woman's face. Suddenly, she coughed hard, and a bloodshot spilled from the corner of her lip.

Ranmuir sat up on his knees in shock, and reached out to support the old man, What's wrong with you!? Is the prison tortured, or—he said, his other hand already brewing a healing spell.

But the old woman's crumpled hand pressed his wrist: "No."

No, good boy. The old woman smiled sadly, "It's useless, I took poison just as you entered this cell......

Ranmuir's eyes darkened.

He stumbled back down.

"For.... Why ......"

The old woman coughed again, and she coughed and said that two hundred years had passed, and all those who had witnessed it had passed away, and there were fewer and fewer people who knew about it, and there was nothing to be done.

The hatred between the demons and the human race is getting deeper and deeper, and when their generation dies, it will be irretrievable.

"So I decided to take a gamble, ahem...... On the street that day, your eyes were so clear and kind...... Later, I heard that the Son of God killed the Demon King in the abyss, but when you appeared in front of people, you were so silent and emaciated......

Lanmuir muttered in a daze, "So, you're here to see me...... Pretending to be a 'demon-possessed' and deliberately arrested and imprisoned?" The old woman closed her eyes and nodded.

"I beg your pardon, O Son of God...... Ahem...... I can only gamble with my own life, but I can't risk the names and hiding places of my companions......

"I know that the temple has no shortage of evil methods, such as spells that can make a mess of the brain...... If you are actually a member of the evil one, I ......

"Don't talk about it." Lanmuir buried his head and choked up, 

4; I know, I know...... Please don't say it.

"I'm sorry. It was destined to be a painful road, but I left a child alone on it...... Hey, what a despicable old immortal. ”

The old woman smiled bitterly and said again: "Son of God, I'm sorry. I...... I'll sing you a song. ”

"Song?"

"Yes, that's a ...... Our ancestors used to remember our compatriots and remember the songs of history...... Later, the monarch washed the cliff of the barrier in blood, and as a trophy, they snatched the song and tampered with it to another appearance. ”

"Son of God, please listen to me sing it again."

In the gloomy cell, the cloaked old woman closed her eyes. She leaned against the cold and wet wall, tugging at her throat and singing tremblingly.

"I know the all-powerful Divine Mother, my bright golden sun; Where there is a soul wandering in iniquity, there is him who rises to shine.

In the far north of the snow-capped mountains, under the dark abyss, the old human race breeds, even if it has changed;

The flame nurtures it, forging the heart of stoicism,

Hunger, cold, and misery, turned into fangs, scales, and claws, which were my dear blood, my fellow citizens;

The king sealed it up, and on the borders of Cathus, he allowed the miasma to be born, and the fire of the earth burned through the walls;

Bringing the shadow of death, endless sorrow,

The people are hungry for salvation, and the cry is heartbreaking.

Forged the will of the Mother Goddess, the Son of God drew his longbow and settled in the land of Cassel, from the high cliffs of ice;

O my all-knowing and all-powerful Divine Mother, my bright golden sun; The light shines on the earth,

I can't see my dear blood, my compatriots, and my people mourn with tears for the departed spring!

O Mother God, Mother God......

My compatriots, my compatriots.

When will you return to this earth......

Lanmuir knelt quietly in the darkness and listened. The old woman sang it three times in a row, and he listened to the song, and he listened to the hoarse voice getting weaker and weaker.

In fact, just half an hour ago, when the old woman sat in the prison and looked at him with that bull-like gaze, Lanmuir even suspected that she was the embodiment of the Divine Mother.

to lead yourself to the right path and to redeem it.

But she's not. She's just an ordinary old woman. Gray hair, loose teeth, and a face full of vicissitudes of wrinkles. After singing that song, the old woman slept peacefully in a dark and cold cell, without God

The trail came, and it was not resurrected in the flowers and plants, and in the sweet springs.

Ranmuir habitually clasped his hands in front of his chest and recited prayers for her, but as he read them, his expression became more and more dazed.

He finally couldn't finish it, and Mu Ran knelt next to the old man's corpse, staring at the ceiling of the cell, emptying his mind.

Mother God, where are you?

Lan Muir slowly raised his hand and pulled out the necklace he was wearing close to his body under the placket. The pendant was a small gold statue of the Mother of Light, who held it between his hands.

"Mother God, did you see that?"

The Divine Mother of Light lowered her eyes eternally and smiled, an incomparably benevolent and generous appearance.

Lanmuir shook the small image in his hand, and the necklace rustled. "Mother God," he asked softly, "why don't you speak?"

The Mother of Light lowered her eyes and smiled eternally, still showing kindness and generosity.

Lanmuir releases the statue of the Goddess. The boy's body slumped down, pressed his forehead against the floor of the cell, arched his back and began to tremble, and after a while, he finally began to cry quietly.

It was a very depressing way to cry.

Lanmuir cried alone for a while, then sat up again. He sat there for a long time, until Gilbert outside, worriedly came in looking for him.

Lanmuir whispered that the prisoner died because he was afraid of sin and took poison.

He sat on his knees for so long that his legs and feet were numb when he got up, and he almost fell. Jill hurriedly supported him, and at the same time heard the hoarse voice of Miko: "...... Don't go back to the temple yet, Jill. Please report to the palace, and say that I want to meet my father. ”