It took some time for Lanmuir to understand the meaning of the prophet's words.

This time had become extremely long in his senses, which were hanging on the verge of collapse. Fifteen years. It was everything to him.

It was a long time before Ranmuir asked softly, "Didn't you?"

The Prophet narrowed his slender eyes and said slowly, "Who knows, at least I lived to be one hundred and thirteen years old, and I have never seen any Divine Mother apparitions in my life, nor have I worshipped the elders."

"Maybe the Mother of God once existed, but now he's abandoned his followers and doesn't know where he's gone—"

"And more likely, the Mother of God is just a legend, a legend that has long been drowned in the long river of history. Maybe it was a long, long time ago, there was a princess who was as stupid as you was, who left her glory and wealth and went into misery, delusionally trying to illuminate the darkness with her own power - and then she died, and it was as simple as that. "

"To be dead is to be dead, Son of God, how can there be a resurrection of the dead in the world? Suffering is only suffering, and suffering does not turn the corpse into a god. "

"Look, you're beating and scolding here, I'm making a lot of nonsense here, isn't there no Mother of God to punish you?" …… Something was leaving him, and Ranmuir suddenly realized.

He's going to be an empty shell.

The instincts of the creatures terrified Miko, who wanted to flee from the reality in front of him in order to avoid the collapse of his ego.

But when he was in the abyss, he had already escaped once.

So another will, contrary to instinct, pressed him to death, suppressed the desire to escape, and also pressed the self that was on the verge of shattering. Even if it brings torture-like pain.

Ranmuir moaned. groaned. His eyes were spinning, his sharp tinnitus was sharp and slow, and the blood vessels in his brain were beating like a small drum.

"So, is there no God?"

"There is no God."

"Never?"

"Never."

"After the death of a godly and good man...... Won't you be saved, won't you go back to Mother God?" Whether it is a good person or an evil person, when he dies, he will only become a corpse. "

"That ......" the blonde boy put his hand to his heart and laughed desperately, his eyes turning into a piece of burnt ashes, "The so-called chosen god son...... The so-called fateful ......"

"Oh, we need a royal child, and you're the eldest son of His Majesty the Holy Monarch, it's that simple."

"…

… You deceive the whole kingdom?"

"Deception?" The Prophet Elder furrowed his eyebrows in surprise, and at this time, he seemed to be a kind old man who was kind and seductive, "No, no, no, no, Lanmuir."

"Look at this kingdom, look at this foolish people, can they be separated from the Mother God and the Temple? It is the believers who are too eager for faith that the Temple of Light will come into being......"

"—(Shut up!!

Lanmuir cried out bitterly. The extreme grief and indignation made him tremble: "A group of sinners who deceive the world and steal their reputations, you are also worthy of insulting the simple people!"

The Prophet laughed again.

"Ranmuir, my son of God, don't look at me with that hatred. You say your people are simple?"

"Then you can run to the streets and shout 'There has never been a Divine Mother' right now, and see if the believers who love you madly will choose to believe you, or will they think that the Son of God is possessed by a demon in the abyss?"

Lanmuir stood there gritting his teeth, staring at the Prophet, the glow of anger burning in his eyes slowly extinguished. Once again, a boundless sense of exhaustion washed over him. He shook a little, holding his heavy forehead.

The prophet looked at the young man who could barely stand in front of him and said, "You must know that the people believe in the Son of God, not in Ranmuir. Brett. "

"Miko, you have one last chance to turn back. Think about it, if you want, you can go back to the way things were. "

After saying this, the Prophet picked up the scepter from the ground and turned and walked out. Just as he stepped out of the door, there was a muffled noise behind him.

The Prophet turned back.

Ranmuel fell under the statue of the Mother of God, and the man had fainted. His pale cheeks were pillowed with blonde hair, and the ends of his hair snaked like a stream on the fine marble floor.

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Am I wrong, Ranmuir thought. If it weren't for that, how could he be alone?

This is the third day that Miko has come to the Barrier Cliff. Snow began to fall between the clouds.

Three days earlier, Ranmuir had fainted in the prayer room under a series of irritation and blows. When he woke up again, the old saint monarch and the old saint queen, as well as his younger brother Aiden, all came to the bedside.

The temple is still the same old saying, saying that the son of God was bewitched by the devil and lost his mind.

The old sage knew the real reason, but he kept silent, but instead brought his wife and youngest son to visit the eldest son, euphemistically suggesting that Lanmuir let go of his obsession,

Return to your loved ones.

Lanmuir sat expressionlessly on the bed, his eyes out of focus.

Whatever the old sage said, he nodded numbly; The attendant fed him food and water, and he also opened his mouth to swallow in a trance. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, isn't he just a "demon-possessed"?

And that's exactly what the elders of the temple want to see.

That night, Ranmuir came to the prophet.

Once again, the Son of God regained his meekness in the presence of the prophet elders. He said that he wanted to go to the Barrier Cliff and think quietly, hoping that he would not be disturbed by the outside world.

The Prophet Elders agreed. He saw that Lanmuir had been cornered, and only one last push was missing.

There will be no salvation on the cliffs, and there will be no answers. There was nothing but endless desolation and darkness, and it was fitting to be the last straw.

So, Lanmuir came alone to the Barrier Bluff, the forbidden place that sealed off this secret. This time, instead of praying to God and reciting hadiths, he asked his heart.

He pondered over and over again, where the salvation of the human and demon races lies.

He ponders what is right and wrong, what is good and evil; What is God and what is Man; What is history and what is the present.

He thinks about war, he thinks about responsibility, he thinks about the definition of love and hate; He thinks about the darkness, he thinks about the light, he thinks about everything that perplexes him. But he still couldn't get an answer.

One day passes, two days pass, three days pass.

The Son of God sat quietly on the cliff of the enchantment like a sculpture, because he was too immersed in thought, or perhaps his spirit was indeed broken. Gradually, he forgot to move, he forgot to rest, and finally he even forgot to eat.

Lanmuir weakened a little, but he still sat with his spine straight.

The north wind rolled up and the snow fell, and it was getting colder and colder on the Barrier Cliff. Snowflakes fell on the tiny figure.

Maybe my father is right.

On the fourth day, Ranmuir suddenly thought to himself.

Two hundred years have passed, and there is no such thing as a two-pronged solution. Perhaps admitting that the demons are the enemies of the human race is the only way to salvation.

Admit it, the demon was whispering to him. Just admit it, and you are no longer a sinner.

It is the son of God who guards the kingdom and cleans the demons. It was, and will be.

You have not committed any wrongs, and it is a glorious merit to kill the Demon King. Tens of millions of people love you, and you love tens of millions of people. Under the light of the golden sun, you will have a very good and bright life.

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Lanmuir closed his eyes and sat quietly on the snowy cliff.

Even if he was stripped of everything, even if he became an empty shell of a broken faith, he would never become a puppet of the temple. If there is really no way out, it is better to carry sins and die in the wind and snow.

As the snow fell, the temple's elders were also looking at the Barrier Cliff.

An offering elder asked, "Prophet, why are you so sure that the Son of God will give in?"

"I'm not convinced." The Prophet Elder picked up the black tea in front of him and blew it, "What I'm saying is: 70% chance of giving in, 30% probability of committing suicide."

"What I want to ask is, why are you so sure that the Son of God will not continue to resist?"

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The Prophet Elder took a slow sip of tea, his brown pupils glowing with a deep light in his sunken eye sockets.

Quite simply, if he chooses to return to the world, he still has everything; But if he chooses the abyss, he will have nothing...... Except for the endless pain.

"At that time, he will lose his relatives, his friends, the love of his people, and the admiration of his believers, and the demons will hate him, and the human race will hate him. From then on, there was no way forward and no return, and his soul fell into hell deeper than the abyss.

"That's not a human being who can bear it."

After all, man's will is too weak to pray to God...... But the Son of God has lost God. ”

In this kingdom now, there will not be any kind of force to support him. He could only sink, like drowning, and at first he could struggle, but when his strength was exhausted, despair would engulf him.

Unless......

Worship Elder: "Unless?"

The Prophet laughed slowly.

"Unless he's not a man, he's a god." "But where is the god in this world?"

On the fifth day, the meat. The pain of the body is most intense.

Hunger, thirst, cold, weakness, worry, grief, guilt, despair...... When all of this was beyond what humans could bear, Ranmuir fell ill.

It started with an intermittent low-grade fever that developed into a high fever in the afternoon.

He began to babble, shaking his head incessantly and talking nonsense, occasionally clutching desperately with both hands, but he could only hold the cold snow particles, which soon melted into icy water.

On the sixth day, Lanmuir could no longer sit down, but fell quietly on the cliff. Sometimes awake, sometimes in a semi-coma.

He still couldn't find the answer, which

I'm afraid I've come to the point of dying. The wind and snow did not stop, and the cold blew all night until the next morning.

It's the seventh day.

Miko lay on his side on the cliff, white all over his body, as the cold snow weighed down on him.

Lanmuir no longer felt cold.

After five days of hunger strike and two days of illness, even with the support of mana, he already had only one breath left.

He didn't feel hunger, thirst, discomfort, or limbs, but he was half-asleep in the snow, his breathing gradually becoming slow and weak.

In the end, he still didn't find a way to redeem him. But fortunately, the guilt and exhaustion that had tormented him for a long time finally faded along with his consciousness.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and flakes of snow silently buried the most beautiful boy in the kingdom.

Lanmuir's eyes were closed, his eyelashes were neatly drooping, his consciousness was blurred, and there was even a smile of relief at the corners of his pale lips. The near-death dreams are staged one after another. The bells rang, the hymn reverberate, flowers and springs gathered on the earth's surface, and everything was bright. Eventually, the surroundings were surrounded by a dark lake. Warm and peaceful, like a baby returning to the arms of its mother's womb. He felt ...... It's so comfortable......

A breath of white mist quietly poured out of Ranmuir's lips, and his head hung deeper. The blue and stiff fingertips slowly loosened ....

Singing sounded in the dream.

He heard someone singing. Hoarse, loud, with an ancient and tragic rhythm. It was a tune never heard before, disturbing the dark and serene waters of the lake, awakening the sinking consciousness.

Beside the cliff, Lanmuir struggled to open his eyes a slit. The snow on my body was so heavy.

Suddenly, Miko took a sharp breath, and there was a little light in his eyes. This singing...... Not an illusion, this song!

In the flash of lightning, his mind was pressed back into the dying body, and Ranmuir struggled with all his might, the heavy snow pressing down on his chest, and he let out a faint sound of air from his throat!

The frozen hands and feet twitched, and the snow on their bodies cracked and fell to the ground.

Ahem!

Lanmuir crouched on the cliff and coughed, and climbed forward a little as hard as he could.

The song came from beneath the barrier. Closer, closer, that was his voice that he will never forget.

Lanmuir listened in disbelief, crawling in the filthy snow, crawling almost with both hands to the barrier, his fingers pressed against the circle—

He saw the Barrier Cliff in the abyss again.

There was a demon boy singing hoarsely

Singing, he walked up this barren cliff alone.

Twilight stepped on the snow that was not up to his calf and walked to the top of the cliff.

He seemed to be even more depressed than before, and almost none of the black scales on his body were intact, and new wounds were layered on top of old ones; He was also thinner, and his ribs were faintly protruding under his ragged clothes.

He carried a small skull in his arms, as if he were holding the last treasure in the world.

Suddenly, Ranmuir's lips trembled violently!

His limbs became lilt, his heart seemed to be struck by a comet, and his brain was as clear as if he had listened to an oracle. He thought his tears had dried up, but now they burst out of his eyes.

He thought that the little demon king was dead......

How did you survive?

In such an abyss.

Twilight raised her head in the wind and snow, and under her messy hair was a pair of dark red eyes, and the fire of hatred burned in the depths of stubbornness and unquenchable.

The flames that the hatred turned into seemed to burn out of the demon king's pupils. It burned through the snow, burned through the barrier, and turned into a spark and fell into the eyes of the Son of God.

In an instant, the original dead ash burned violently, brighter than at any time in the previous fifteen years.

They share the same fire.

- If I could not die...... You live too... What do you think? Arrived at a sunny place......

Lanmuir closed his eyes and looked up, and suddenly burst out laughing, tears falling uncontrollably.

A new power poured into the empty shell, which had been shattered repeatedly, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed the snow beside him, shoved it into his mouth, desperately swallowing the icy snow water, moistening his thirsty throat.

Even the Demon King didn't die, how could he just give up ......! He wants to live, to live until the day when the demon king conquers the abyss, opens the barrier, and comes to the world for revenge.

The sky and the earth are snow-white, and everything is silent.

The barrier separates the empty land, and also separates the Divine Son and the Demon King, who should be close at hand.

And it wasn't until a long, long time later that Lanmuir would hear in detail from the mouth of the faint about the past.

He will know that the little demon king of that year, without priests and guards, lost his tribe and was betrayed by his relatives. Seriously injured again and again, and the body was repeatedly damaged.

was obviously born to be a king, but after the broken horn, there was no longer even one of his clansmen who really loved him; The only thing he faces is the tribal leaders who want to kill him or enslave him under the competition of interests.

He will know that the original winter, apart

An enchantment - they are enemies of the world in their respective lands, and only each other is the only obsession.

Even at that time, this obsession had nothing to do with love.

In the afternoon of the seventh day, the snow stopped.

The clergy stationed next to the cliff reported to the temple of Brett in the royal capital that the son of the gods, Ranmuir, had returned from the cliff in a weakened state and was being treated by a physician.

The Prophet Elder immediately set off for the Barrier Cliff, and when he arrived at the place, he asked the guards again if the Divine Son had returned on his own initiative.

The guard gave an affirmative answer, saying that at that time, Miko fainted when he walked under the sentry tower, but fortunately the treatment was timely, and now the person has just woken up.

The prophet and elders went in to visit.

The blonde Miko was leaning on the pillow, looking at the sun outside the window, humming an unfamiliar tune, and her eyes were warm and peaceful. Hearing the door open, Lanmuir turned his head. He smiled a little and said, "Ah, Elder Prophet."

The Prophet said, "Son of God, it seems that you have figured it out?"

"Yes, I have decided to return to the Temple and the Royal City." Ranmuir replied softly. From now on, I will be the Son of God and a holy king...... Dedicate your life to the Mother of Light and my people.