39
The sea near Creon Island has been calm this month, with good weather for sailing almost every day, but few ships on the island dare to move.
Because the big black ship has been quietly staying on the sea.
Ever since seeing those magical warships and warriors, the big ships on the sea have become an unapproachable area. The king of Creon sent scouts, but the scout went crazy after getting close to the big ship - yes, he was crazy. He wanted to go straight to the big ship like a madman, and after being held down by his colleagues, he did not resist. He just stared in the direction of the big ship and smiled foolishly.
Rumors spread like wildfire, and now everyone said that there was a seductive witch on the ship, but Anatole, the current king, did not believe it.
"I visited the ship," he said lightly, "and the scene on the ship was indeed too extravagant, but if... this shouldn't be surprising."
His right-hand man, an old minister, almost went crazy after hearing this: "Your Majesty! You really went! I was just going to greet the priests, how could you go there? What did they do to you!"
"Nothing, they just refused my request." The king comforted the wise man, "Please don't worry, Imhot, I know who the owner of the ship is, I have met him -"
He turned his gaze to his priest: "When I was young."
The wise man was shocked and asked back: "But, but a person like that...how could I not have any impression of him?"
"Because the wise man was not in the old capital, nor in the dead plague city at that time." The priest smiled coldly, "You are so lucky."
The priest of Anatol is a handsome but feminine man. The wise man does not like this vicious guy. He is rude and cruel, but he is trusted by His Majesty.
"Deadly Plague? That happened more than 30 years ago. At that time, the capital fell and the rebels entered the city..." The wise man was puzzled, "How could it be..."
The priest no longer had the patience to argue with the old man. He said directly: "Thutmose, I will go to ask for an audience tomorrow night. They will not allow you to board the ship, but I may not."
The king didn't care at all that the priest was rude in calling him by his name. He frowned slightly and said, "I'll go with you... I should also ask my sister to come."
"That's not necessary." The priest smiled, with an uncomfortable chill in his smile, "Her Royal Highness needs to guard Anatol's army, and she is a reward, and she doesn't have a baby.
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"If that person doesn't even want me to see him again, then it will be useless even if Your Highness comes."
40
The temple became empty once again, and the servants were like puppets with arranged routes, repeating completely unnecessary work over and over again.
Alice sweetly sent the Father God back to the underworld, then turned around and crushed the head of a god's servant.
The divine servant belonged to the Father God, but Alice really couldn't bear it anymore. After venting her anger, she pieced together the broken skulls with a sour face and repaired the doll.
Ugh – Jasmine’s stuff is so ugly.
Alice had long discovered what her annoying brother had done: he maliciously buried the Basilica of Anatole - the palace that Alice had built in imitation of Anatole, which collected the most civilized and beautiful artworks of Anatole in the past hundred years. The pools around the temple were covered with lotus and water plants, and all the murals came from the burned palace.
But in front of the Father, Alice did not mention a word about it.
One reason is that his temple is indeed not as good as Jasmine's.
Jasmine achieved the ultimate in luxury and magnificence. He transformed the entire temple. Alice's previous works would lose all their brilliance in such a temple.
The second is his panic.
Would God be annoyed if I kept relying on Him again and again? Would God abandon me if I couldn’t even protect my own things?
This won’t do…
He is the original creation and has the greatest advantages.
God the Father originally belonged only to Him, and neither Theresa nor Jasmine should exist.
41
The door of the temple opened gently, and the pink petals from the aisle floated in the wind, filling the temple with beautiful fragrance.
At the end of the temple stood a young man in a blue robe. His back was as straight as a birch tree, and a wide leather belt showed off his thin waist.
The white bones wrapped around the edges of his robe, looking like a chic skirt at first glance.
"Alice, how could you... blaspheme God the Father?" The young man who pushed open the door asked sadly, just like a priest counseling a sinner, "This is wrong, please atone your sin."
The young man said nothing. He didn't even turn around. He just raised his head and looked at the sky above the hall. There were seven demons painted there. All things in the world were annihilated in their manipulation.
"Since you are the first to break the agreement, I guess you are aware of the consequences, right?"
This time it was a deep, magnetic male voice, and its owner was holding a cane.
, wearing a cloak, leaning against the gate of the temple: "Don't worry, I don't have the bad habit of killing people, you will die easily."
The boy finally turned around, his delicate face showing indifference: "Die by your sting? Or die in Theresa's claws?"
"I personally don't have a preference." Jasmine smiled, "But in terms of pain level... I recommend suicide. After all, your knife is very sharp."
Alice finally smiled, and a naive smile appeared on his androgynous face. Nothing could be more pleasing to the eye than this: "It seems that you are ready."
Standing at the gate were no longer the ascetic priest and the elegant lord, but two monsters instead.
Green scales were attached to all the exposed skin of the young man. His priest clothes had long been torn, and blue-black bone spurs grew outward from his back to the coccyx - which had been replaced by a new tail.
Theresa still restrained herself. His true prototype was thousands of meters long, second only to Flora.
But Jasmine was not so good-tempered.
The hands that were clenched tightly were already covered with black scales, and under the luxurious cloak were jagged bone spurs that were ready to move. Thin wing membranes were attached to the bone spurs, allowing the pair of bone wings that were several meters long to curl up on the tail on the posterior abdomen. The venom flowed down the hook-shaped stinger, plowing ugly marks on the white and gold ground.
Jasmine's and Theresa's tails are different. The former's tails are connected in sections, extremely poisonous and extremely hard; the latter's tails are covered with scales and have bone spurs buried in the shadows.
Alice broke the agreement, and then everyone was no longer bound by that perfect shell, revealing their truest face and following the most original rules.
An inhuman roar escaped from Theresa's throat, and the next moment, the dragon's sharp claws tore the temple apart like tearing paper and slapped Alice straight down.
At the same time, the pure black cloak that Jasmine was wearing was completely torn to pieces, and his bony wings trembled and expanded. His lower body was no longer a human torso, but a terrifying and hideous body with claws.
Such a thing does not exist in the human world, and such a character should not exist even in the most horrific myths that humans can imagine.
The force that was enough to tear apart everything tore through the temple's exquisite walls and supporting pillars, and then stopped above Alice.
But this time, the boy under the dragon's claws is no longer a beautiful boy but an adult.
That's the devil.
A sheep as thick as an adult man's wrist
Horns extended from his forehead, bending, spiraling and twisting. His once delicate face was now completely covered with a strange red skin. His blood vessels and meridians were bulging, and there seemed to be some patterns engraved in his red pupils and black bead, like a complete nightmare.
The demon raised his ferocious claws to block in front of him. The sharp knives on his body also changed their appearance. They all turned scarlet and twisted, as if they came alive at the same time. They were scattered all over the ground. They were thousands of beating hearts, thousands of breaths, thousands of bloodthirsty and indifferent gazes.
They came alive and followed their master, vowing to tear their opponent to pieces.
"I am the original creation." Alice's voice was distorted with a hint of contempt. "Father God loves me. Who can kill me, the one he loves most, in the temple he loves most? Just you who have just woken up?"
42
Su Yun had a very bad time these days.
Every time he fell asleep, he fell into a deep dream. The dreams he had in the past seemed like imaginations and never appeared again.
After a long time, Su Yun actually felt anxious.
What if I could never enter that dream again? What if I could never see Alice, Theresa, Jasmine again?
What should I do? Continue living like this?
Anxiety is a rare thing for Su Yun, who has always lived a peaceful life. At first, he could calmly find ways to deal with it, but as time passed, anxiety gradually became a torment for Su Yun.
Su Yun tried to find the old games, but when he turned on his phone, he found no trace of them. He then went to the app store, asked on forums, and searched again and again for secondary creations he had seen before. He even contacted people in the industry.
But there is no one and no place that can prove that these games exist.
During these few short days, Su Yun listened to the sound of his heartbeat in his chest every day, not knowing what to do.
This is impossible, he thought.
Were the games he had played fake? Were the secondary creations, the rave reviews, the strategy guides he had seen all non-existent?
Even those emoticons, those rural beauty jg, rich woman take me with you jg...
Are they all fake?
Su Yun wanted to stay in bed almost all the time except for three meals, but his sleep quality was very good. In his confusion, he never dreamed of what he wanted to see.
And a strange change had also occurred in his body. His hair - his original dark brown hair had now completely turned into raven black.
It was satin black, and minus the luster of the hair color, the color alone looked a bit like... the hair color of Su Yun, the "god" in the dream.
It was this change that made Su Yun calm down a little.
Maybe there is still hope?
He waited like this for a month, and one night when he repeatedly looked at the dining table drawer, he fell asleep again and entered the world he had dreamed of.
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