"Let's move now." Shelley finally said as he looked at the crowd that had swarmed up trying to tear them apart.

Finally let go, Helriben sprang to her feet, and several crystal darts flew out of her fingers, rushing towards the half-human, half-snake Uraiya. Narek slashed left and right through the crowd without skill, carving a literal path of blood, pointing straight at the burning stake.

There was a puff twice, and the muffled sound of a sharp weapon entering the flesh made a bloody mouth appear on Uraya's scaly forehead. Bloodthirsty joy appeared on Helriben's face. The priest shook his head with a strange smile, and the wound on his forehead wriggled on its own, and the two crystal darts clicked to the ground.

"Impostor banshee with a mask, don't be happy so early." His feminine voice sent chills down Hurley's spine as she instinctively leaped back. The skull of the person next to her suddenly exploded into a mist of blood, and the tentacles that burst out of her neck slammed into the place where she had stood, and the splattered pus hissed and burned the ground.

"Hell, monsters." Helriben watched in horror at the cracked rocks, twisted and smashed the spine of another lunatic who pounced on her, and deftly performed bloody dance moves through the crowd, blood flowers flying high in her path. But those who had been mortally wounded staggered to their feet again, and from the section of the wound grew appendages and even laughing little heads. The more she killed, the cooler her heart became.

On the other side, Narek is not doing well either. Despite his momentum, he arrived at the stake in an instant. But when he drew his sword to cut the rack, the priest's thick serpent's tail whipped him upside down and flew out.

"The God of Whispers has chosen a bad messenger for himself, which is why he can only be the whisperer in my lord's womb." Ulaia's forked tongue skimmed over layers of sharp teeth. "Your every move is under my control, do you think I will let go of this threat to my lord's great cause?"

Narek's usual indifferent expression was also stunned for a while, so that he did not avoid the surprise attack of a multi-limbed monster behind him. Although it didn't hurt him, the tightly wrapped old woman's sword on his back fell in response. He spun around sharply, still not outpacing the other man's movements, and watched as the sword was tossed through the crowd and flew towards the wagging snake tail of Uraiya.

An arm intercepted it. Shelley, who had been watching the battlefield, finally made a move. She turned the hilt of her sword and greeted Uraiya's head with a grin.

"While I agree with most of you, you're getting in the way, dear."

Ulaya's bright green vertical pupils shrank: "A variable...... It is you who have drilled back and forth in time, space and fate, destroying the perfect harmony of our Lord. But you are not the chosen people of the whispering gods, and you cannot harness the power of this sword! Don't try to kill me with it. ”

"You're wrong." She walked over step by step, with a calm expression on her face. Not just out of amusement or pride, Uraiya allowed her to approach the torture rack. The priest looked condescendingly at her and reached out to caress Luo Jia's face in the fire, and said softly, "It's okay, Luo Jia, it will be over soon." ”

The tiny primordial seemed to move, but the flames still didn't hurt his skin.

Shelley raised his sword, the blade reflecting a ray of sunlight. "The easiest murder ...... in the world"

The blade fell, but instead of aiming at the priest, it stabbed straight into Roga's chest. Helribburn's bloody dance moves were one beat off. Uraiya opened her mouth widely.

“…… It is the mother to the child. ”

With a snap, the first crack in the sword appeared. Uraiya's pupils dilated. Immediately after, the spiderweb-like crack spread, shattering into several pieces with a scream.

Flames rose into the sky, and the tiny body inside turned into a piece of charcoal.

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Luo Jia walked on the blade of glass.

Blood trickled from his feet and seeped down the cracks of the glass steps. Many faint shadows tilted their heads under the glass, gathering like sharks smelling blood, hungrily sucking the blood of the original body with its body temperature.

They are so cold that a little warmth seems so precious.

Luo Jia knelt down and put his hand on the frost-covered glass. His face was so close that the shadows' lackluster faces could be seen.

They hurt and he could feel it. These are the dead in Bethlehem, squeezed by the city's false prosperity, bearing never-ending pain in place of the most selfish few. Their bodies have been consumed in reincarnation, and the fire of their souls is crumbling. And when the souls of these dead are completely depleted by the spells that sustain the city...... Bethlehem had to find new prey.

The original smiled silently. Look at what stupidity he is making, isn't he the best energy source, enough to keep this city alive for thousands of years.

"I'll set you free." He said word by word, slowly pressing his fingers against the sharp glass, letting the thin blade slowly pierce into the tender fingers. The crimson flowed down, dripping onto the face of a shadow. They didn't fight, they just looked at the original body with blank faces, and they couldn't see any expression.

Luo Jia sighed. Even after so much time and such inhuman suffering, the dead are still more sensible than the people on earth. In this way, they proved to him that they still had a remnant of their minds and their quest for justice.

The tallest shadow moved, and it pressed its translucent finger to the other side of the glass, scribbling a line of words on the thin frost flower.

"Thank you."

He choked up, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he got up and kept going, his small body crawling on the blade of the glass. Blood sang a gentle ballad, trickling through the wound, sending the remaining warmth in his body into the frozen air.

With each step, the pain of the deceased invades the veins more deeply. Luo Jia finally began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was not out of his own suffering, but in grief over the cruelty suffered by the dead.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally ran out. The little proto-primordial staggered down the steps, allowing the sharp cut to pierce his body. He really, really couldn't walk, and the grief of the dead was too heavy for him as a young man.

He pressed his cheek against a piece of cold glass, not daring to look at the expressions of the dead at the bottom of the steps. He was afraid to see disappointment.

"Hello, kid." A familiar voice said.

Luo Jia looked up, his vision darkened from the excessive blood loss. He saw Lilith standing in front of her, still wearing a priestess's robe. She looked different, with sharper features and a more slender figure, with pointy ears sticking out of her thick black hair.

"Meet again, son of the damned. I am Lilith, Lilith of Adaline, Lilith of wealth and dreams, Lilith who died first. ”

Luo Jia opened her mouth and stared at the priestess with a white halo on her face for a long time—no, now she was going to call the goddess.

The first thing he felt was funny. From Uraiya's memory, he quickly located the maiden god of the myth of Adaline. But she was undoubtedly dead.

Even if what she said was true, why would a goddess go to such lengths to approach him as a devotee, using a long list of riddles to cover her purpose. From Uraiya's mouth, he knew that this goddess had a conflicting purpose with the other party. But she didn't seem to do anything useful—was God so elusive?

"Don't be anxious, Golden Man, I'll answer your doubts." Lilith slowly walked over and sat down, resting Roga's head on her knees. The little protoplasma wanted to resist, but her strength was soft but unstoppable.

She began to speak in a soft voice: "In the distant past, human colonists came to this planet with knowledge and technology. Later, they forgot about technology and distorted and erased knowledge as a religion from generation to generation. And one of them...... "she smiled helplessly," began to worship one of their books about the myth of Adaline. ”

"From Uraiya's knowledge, you should already know the history of Adaline, so I don't bother to introduce it to you."

"But you're dead." Luo Jia said astringently.

"Have you forgotten what Enid - or maybe I said to you? It is difficult for a god to die completely. Lilith's voice was still soft. The remnants of me and the gods who were also dead were spliced together into the torso of the new gods. Her fingertips gently stroked Luo Jia's eyelids, "You can see for yourself." ”

The original body looked fixedly, behind Lilith's beautiful face...... A dark shadow slowly wriggled and emerged as something strange and distorted. Every part of it is perfect, the only problem is that there are too many of them. Countless hands, feet, heads, and torsos are spliced together haphazardly, triggering an instinctive fear of death.

Even more terrifying, the head of another Lilith smiled at him on the spider-like body, and the blue and white cold flames burned on the skin, and the little original body shivered.

"You should understand by now that mental fluctuations can also cause ripples in subspace. The adoration of this group attracted me—and her gaze in a hungry state. Please forgive me for telling you too many riddles before, and I must confuse her and disguise my intentions. In the outer city, I used an avatar to guide you to a sword that could not be wielded, so that the enemy and her minions thought I had chosen you and wanted to escape with your body.

Let me tell you the truth behind it, this is the last lie of the wise Molay Hegg, which has even deceived our great enemy: the sword of the old woman is a lie, and it does not really awaken me. The only thing that can make me rise is the death of all the spirits.

The enemy is so arrogant. Why can't a simple fact be understood? Enid has never been a god of death, but a god of dead, and the so-called sword of the old woman awakens nothing but false power, and I must rise in the end of the spirit race. It's a pity that those children who are nostalgic for the world just don't want to give up their pale lives. If you're not there, I'll send this sword to the Silver Palace, forcing Adalyn to choose the path of death in despair.

But I see you, the seventeenth son of the damned. I can feel the golden flames on the already rugged lifeline, and I see an opportunity to bring my children back to my arms sooner.

It's going to be a fair deal, cursed child. I give you the wrath of the dead and give you the power to kill the undead. At some point, one of Adalyns will say, 'Let the dead join us, lest we join theirs.' But I beg you to let them join the dead without any left, lest they have to draw the dead into their ranks. ”

Luo Jia opened his mouth, which seemed to be profitable. What's more...... He thought of the beautiful Bethlehem and the pale souls at the bottom of the steps. It seems unfair to let the latter contribute to the former...... Even Adaline.

"Can I help them out, then?" He pointed under the glass.

"If you are firm enough, you can free all suffering souls, and you can kill all unnatural beings."

"Then I agreed." The little protoplasma said.

Lilith laughed, revealing her white teeth. She leaned down, her lips pressed against Roga's. Something cold was shoved into the little primordial's throat, making him almost sick.

He opened his eyes and saw Lilith—no, Shelley. With a familiar smile, she held aloft the old woman's sword and stroked her face. Her fingers were blackened and blistered in the flames. Luo Jia opened her mouth, wanting to tell her what she had just experienced and what she had gained. He wanted to tell her he forgave them. He'd go back to the Twilight for a good night's sleep, and—

The sword pierced him in the heart.

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In the golden court, a tall man frowned slightly. This change made the young man next to him tilt his head. "What's the matter, father? Is there something missing in my deployment? ”

His military uniform, which was obviously beyond the size of ordinary people, was hot and straight, and if you ignored the overly heroic body and the dominating aura exuded by his gestures, he was the kind of young Zhuang officer who could be seen everywhere in Terra today. Young, up-and-coming and proud of his talents. For such people, there has been a joke in Terra's social circles lately: 80 percent of young officers think they are better than half of their peers, and the rest think they are better than all of them.

But now, those sea-green eyes were overflowing with admiration that was not commensurate with them. His hands were propped up on the side of the holographic table, his knuckles were slightly white from the exertion, and he was a little nervous. The military teacher next to him noticed this and smiled silently—while Lord Horus was known for his generosity, his respect for father and son could not have allowed for more offensive.

Terra was on top, when she knew she had the privilege of teaching the Emperor's only son. His family boiled over this. It took him a long time to get used to this overly smart and tall child, and even longer to get used to the Lord of Humanity who was listening from time to time—and he was grateful for all the aristocratic education he had received in the first half of his life in order to behave properly in front of these two adults. His cousin was still serving in the Third Legion, and he couldn't be as careless as the civilians who listened to the Emperor's speeches!

"Nothing, you're doing a great job." The emperor patted his son on the shoulder. The encouragement made Horus radiant. Then, the Lord of Humanity points to a point in the hologram: "Here your army is ......"