Narek was unhappy.

By the time the girl who called herself Lilith walked out, his muscles were already tense. For him, vigilance is already an instinct that melts into the blood and bones, but there are other reasons for this.

For example, when Luo Jia was looking at her, the girl suddenly had a breath and a heartbeat.

For example, the literally frozen air around Luo Jia, who suddenly burst into tears.

Omens, wonders—even if he had seen so many Void Predators and wizards, and killed many of them, he could only call them such phenomena. The energy of the otherworld rolls behind the curtain, almost breaking out of the veil of reality. The half-grown child slowly levitated, tears pouring in, and the small body seemed to become a crack, pouring out a solid cold.

Cold, typical of witchcraft. As his thoughts flickered, Narek had already subconsciously slashed at the most suspicious witch, this was his plan to deal with wizards after a lot of tempering - no matter what strange tricks the other party used, solving this key anchor point of himself would solve at least half of the problem.

Then the lightning stone hovered three inches in front of the tip of Lilith's nose, not out of hesitation, but because the frost had slowly crept up his armor, freezing the flesh in it, locking the movement of the joints, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cut an inch. Light becomes ...... Slowly, as vague as a drowning man peeking through the ice, even time dragged the frosty skirt slowly, walking towards the silence of the atoms that were frozen in it.

Whispers tickled at his earlobes, one, four, then a thousand...... Something huge looked into the chasm with great interest, and knocked on the door with interest.

Lilith's frost-covered eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Fire poured out of her fingertips, sweeping up and down the square. Sluggish senses rushed into Narek's mind, almost making him dizzy, and he staggered two steps before plunging his sword deep into the floor.

He saw Lilith raise her hands and chant a mouthful incantation, directing tongues of fire to sweep in all directions until everything in sight was wrapped in a warm scarlet, emitting a hot but not scorching heat.

"Rest easy, wanderer." The fire in her dark eyes loomed, revealing a dangerous gauge. "Unless you want to lose your lord completely."

He is not my lord. Narek tried to retort, but was ultimately silent.

Inconsequential. Anything outside of the mission is not worth mentioning.

The next moment, the burning girl stepped on the fire and stepped towards Luo Jia, she reached out and gently ran her fingertips over his closed eyes.

"O deceased father," she lamented in a lamentable tune, "protect your children." ”

"O golden man, continue to sleep gently."

"Send us back to the dreamless eternal sleep, send us back to the cold light."

"Because when I wake up, all I have to do is whispering nightmares."

Lilith pressed her palm against the back of Roga's head, gently pushing him towards herself, her forehead against her collarbone. Her flames wrapped around her tiny body.

"Sleep." She said gently, "For all of us." ”

The flames and frost dissipated in a clean voice that Narek thought was almost a vision. Roja fell into Lilith's arms, and the outstretched hand flicked a few times, making a sound that was unfamiliar to him.

"No, Mommy......" he said mumbledly, squirming a few times.

Inexplicably, Narek remembered a litter of meerkats he had seen in the desert, and the palm-length cubs were showing their bellies to their mothers.

Luo Jia's voice stopped abruptly. He jerked his head up and stared at Lilith blankly for two seconds, the expression on his face quickly changing from blank to shy. He let go of the hand that was holding the girl's neck and swayed to try to jump off, but he didn't break free of her seemingly slender arm.

He continued to struggle a few times, only pressing the other man's arm and whispering almost in exasperation. "Take me...... Please put me down. ”

"Listen up, young king." Lilith said gently, taking two steps forward—

- Carried Luo Jia back in his chair and put him down.

Narek tilted his head in confusion as he watched his little companion's face turn white and red.

"Ahem...... Luo Jia grabbed the handrail hard, "Anyway, thank you." ”

"It's okay, Young King, you just dreamed," Lilith's eyes slid over Roga, pausing for a moment on Narek and withdrawing her gaze as if nothing had happened, "We're all going to dream." Just wake up. ”

"Where did we just go......" Luo Jia stared at the curtain behind Lilith.

"The Fall of Bethlehem." Lilith returned to her seat and refilled the water for the trio.

She calmly seemed to be expounding an unbreakable truth. "And then you're sleepy, that's it."

No, there are tears, questions and flames. These thoughts ran through Narek's head.

The next moment, he saw Lilith turn to him, her index finger lightly touching her lips.

Hush. Her eyes said so.

Luo Jia was unconscious, staring at his toes, and the flush on his face faded slightly.

"Oh...... You're going to have to bother with words. ”

"It doesn't matter. Let's start with the blessings of the gods. In historic times, Bethlehem was a city within a city, where God first walked among us and then lived in seclusion in the highest heavens beyond. But at all times, they have blessed us with spiritual bones, spiritual powers, and profound philosophies that have made us stand proudly above all. ”

She sighed softly. "Can you imagine those days? Our minstrands urge the whole wall to grow with an inaudible song, and if you peel off its now tattered coat, you will find that there is not a single seam, not a single angle. We call her the White City, because from the air, Bethlehem is a white pearl in the yellow sand.

It's ridiculous that the enemy did not open our strong gates, because corruption is born from within. ”

"I've heard that your civilization is cursed by the Insatiable Queen."

"Cursed? No," Lilith shook her head, "but a reward for our foolishness." Colchis is barren, but when we are accustomed to the song of the city and the white walls at the end of the view, when the artist is more respected than the warrior and the leader, when any citizen can live in this city without dust for a lifetime...... Do you know what to expect? ”

Luo Jia shook his head slightly.

"Tired, utterly tired. Kane's bravery, Morley Hagrid's wisdom, or even Isha's kindness could not save them. The glorious warriors began to go out on hunting and humiliate the weaker strangers, for the bloodthirsty prowess of the righteous standards could no longer be satisfied. The well-dressed superiors vied for power, desperately accumulating what they already had more than enough, filling the already overflowing treasury with treasure. The humble seekers of art cross the boundaries of reason, causing the maiden goddess to turn a blind eye to them.

This was the beginning of Bethlehem's Fall, which attracted the attention of the insatiable queen.

Some prophets realized the bad omen, and they were either expelled or even executed by their pleasure-loving compatriots, or forced to silence. Some of them wisely chose to flee. As the madness that poisoned the entire city intensified, cult worship gradually arose. Some grew tired of the gods of moderation and grace, and turned to vassals who taught them a higher form of malice and pleasure. They don't know what they're worshipping, but if they're not lucky enough to die in time, they'll soon see it.

On that day sixty-six years ago, the Queen of Insatiable let out her first laugh and sounded the death knell of the gods. ”