A flower

No matter what Mason thought, after winning the battle of consciousness, he still had to deal with the problem first.

In the Kingdom of God.

[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] lay at the bottom of the river, eyes tightly shut, body covered with red lines, a mass of flesh and blood clung to her arms. The snow-white skin was cracked, and a broken hand bone stretched out from it.

The scene was horrifying and bizarre. The flesh lay flat on the bones, with blood vessels and meridians embedded in it, bright red blood running through it, and a thin layer of honey-colored skin on the outermost layer.

The remains of the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] were continuously absorbed, and the plump and graceful body shrank down. Oreius walked out of Her body like a newborn baby.

□□'s body was strong and powerful, his skin gleaming with a sharp metallic luster. His dark golden pupils were full of wildness, and the mithril was no longer an obstacle, but brought a gentle caress as it flowed through his feet. Not only did he come back to life, he even devoured the opponent's power and became even more powerful.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

When he stepped on the ground, the bloody flesh swallowed the last part of the goddess and sank quietly to the bottom of the water. The red-haired young man bent down, picked it up, and walked out of the river.

Although the Mother Goddess died, the kingdom of God did not collapse, and the creatures that reproduced did not disappear. Instead, they became more violent because of the disappearance of the gods. But after seeing Oreius, they retreated one after another, and some even expressed their surrender.

This is not over yet. The red-haired young man looked up. The Son of God flying in the sky sensed the death of his mother and suddenly rioted. He uttered painful and miserable sobs, and his huge body rolled in the air. It was pitiful, but it was impossible to sympathize with him.

The sky was torn into pieces by the Son of God, and at the same time, the flesh and blood in Orelius' arms began to grow.

The soft and tender tissue stretched out, covering the snow-white skin. There were no bones and no dirt. The thin eyelids bulged slightly, and then long and thick eyelashes grew out.

Neck, chest, arms, legs, feet and fingers.

Her long, silvery-white hair was like a full moon, scattered over her thin shoulders and back.

They were like a pair of twins who were close yet completely different. Canaan opened his eyes as blue as the ocean, and nothing had changed in him. The satisfied monster returned to his meat cocoon and returned to a long, seemingly endless sleep.

[Heaven] The energy was so abundant that it was terrifying. The silver-haired young man stepped on the ground and sighed. Even if he was operating a vest, some things were still a bit shameful to do. He raised his hand with a complicated expression, aiming at the Son of God floating in the sky with his fingers as if they were a gun. A white light flashed at his fingertips.

Silently, a round bullet of light shot out and pierced through the body of the Son of God. The latter let out a mournful cry, and the energy compressed again and again, this time aiming at the other's eyes.

Without hesitation, the rain of bullets swept down, easily breaking the rock-hard bones. The energy condensed into a solid object, lifting the two people up to the sky. Oleus seized the opportunity and jumped down on the head of the Son of God. He ignored the latter's body rolling in pain and ran to the eye socket, grabbing the pocket watch with the same trick.

Sharp edges and corners cannot penetrate the skin enhanced by the divine power of [Mother of Stones]. The red-haired young man's arm muscles tensed up, and he forcefully pulled out a corner. The activated metal was squeezed out from the gap, and Oreus had a heart this time. Before they could be rolled up, he cut his palm and blood spilled out. The activated metal froze in place, and the Son of God neighed, turning around and smashing into the sky pillar supporting the Kingdom of God!

Even if He dies, He will never leave the Mother Goddess's kingdom to these reptiles!

Oreius took a deep breath and forcibly pulled out his pocket watch. After enjoying the feast of [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones], [Son of God] no longer had any appeal to him.

The blood-stained pocket watch was still in a tattered state when it was pressed against his palm. It instantly became the size of his palm, and Orelius jumped down from a height while holding it. The sound of the howling wind passed by his ears, and the beast-like Son of God slid over his head and crashed heavily into the pillar of heaven.

With a loud bang that resounded through the sky, the stone pillar and the Son of God entangled and smashed into the earth, causing a huge tremor and waves. The sky slowly tilted toward the missing corner on the east side. Oreius's falling body was caught by the flower vines and landed on the ground in a winding manner.

He took a breath, and even though he had the watch in his hand, he still had a mask of pain on his face: "Fortunately, there is no one else here..."

Canaan had taken the opportunity to retrieve the few remaining S-level seals that had sunk into the water. He threw the ring to the other party, and the air was filled with an unspeakable silence.

Flying a bird in the air is too scary even if it's for the purpose of saving the world!

The thought of it was so embarrassing that it was suffocating. If they were really seen, the two vests would have to imitate the profiteers and go out with their faces covered from today on.

The two stood there waiting for a while, and then they heard a small hole in the air with a bang, and some clothes and two weapons fell out.

Dear Express, you deserve it.

They quickly changed their clothes, grabbed their weapons, and headed for the camp. The Kingdom of God was on the verge of collapse, and they had to leave as soon as possible.

It didn't take the two of them long to reach the camp. The guards noticed the change in the sky, and the people in the camp were in a panic. The guard in charge of alert heard the sound of approaching and immediately raised his weapon: "Who is it?"

Aurelius stepped forward to explain, and the other party raised his weapon without hesitation: "Take off your clothes!"

Both of them: “….”

It was really shocking.

After confirming that the two men did not have the silver-white pattern on their bodies, the guard softened his tone and said, "Stand here and don't move. I'll call someone."

Not only the Kingdom of God, but the camp was also attacked by controlled humans. Thanks to Ofili's attention to safety, there was not much damage.

The two waited for a while, and saw something coming straight towards them from a distance. The blond young man rode up to him and hugged Oreius tightly.

"Luckily you're okay!"

Aurelius struggled to get his head out of his arms: "I'm still alive, still alive, don't worry, Dan."

"I'm really worried about you."

The blond noble stared at him nervously, his beautiful blue eyes filled with anxiety and self-blame. He shouldn't have let Oreius do such a dangerous thing. What if he died? How could he go back to see his family if he couldn't even protect his ancestors?

The red-haired young man patted the other's back soothingly and said with a stiff face, "Don't worry. Since you believe that I am your...ancestor, you should know that I will not die in a place like this."

You are truly worthy of being our ancestor!

Countless little stars instantly appeared in Dan's eyes. Seeing the good effect, the young man reluctantly forgave himself for saying such a childish thing and quickly changed the topic: "How is the camp now?"

Dan immediately regained his composure and replied calmly, "The situation is not good. The crazy Mithril monsters have destroyed many important facilities. We can't stay here any longer."

"It's okay, it's time to leave."

"There are still many injured people in the camp, and it is not very convenient to evacuate them."

"Then we need to trouble Canaan."

Dan then looked at the silver-haired young man who was quietly standing behind him. He had an impeccable appearance and a trustworthy friendliness. But to him, he carried a dangerous signal.

"So you are Mr. Canaan. I'm leaving it to you this time."

The blond nobleman gave a signature fake business smile. He had heard the other person's name before, which was the name of the Holy Son of the Church. For humans, the more power the better, but as a member of the Noble Association, he had to carefully judge whether the other person would have an impact on him.

Canaan didn't care about this. When he heard his name, he looked over. He raised his hand and countless butterflies flew out, scattering powder.

They flew into the camp and found the injured and contaminated bloodline people. Under the treatment of light powder, the patients recovered one after another.

They watched in amazement as these little creatures flew over the camp, and even the healthy people felt energetic. The news that a very powerful priest had come to the camp disappeared, and Ofili came to greet them personally. Seeing Canaan's true face, the girl's eyes flashed with surprise and amazement.

"I didn't expect it would be you."

She was exceptionally polite this time. The status of the Holy Son was no less than that of a family head of the same level. How could such a person come specifically to save the Luo family?

His eyes wandered between the red-haired young man and the silver-haired young man. Oreius touched his nose and said, "Hurry up and prepare the camp. We are going to prepare to retreat."

Although she was full of doubts, the girl still agreed straightforwardly: "Give me an hour, Mr. Canaan, can you come back to see the injured?"

The other nodded and followed. Dan and Oleus fell behind. The blond nobleman, who had recovered, was not as reserved as Ofili. He asked curiously, "What's going on?"

The Nobles Association was well-informed and knew everything about the Ya'an territory, and was even more aware of the complicated relationship between the two people.

“Many things in the world are not black and white.”

Orelius said: "Lovers will break up, couples will separate, and companions will also go their separate ways one day. Even if Canaan has always been fair, he is still a human being."

As human beings, we have love, hate, preferences and dislikes. We will rush to help our former friends when they are in danger, just to make sure they are safe. We also understand their unspoken ambitions. Although their paths are different, their goals are the same.

Dan seemed to understand what he said, but he was always straightforward, and his love and hate were very simple. Looking at the blond nobleman, Oleus sighed gently. He said nothing more, just: "Let's go, don't let them wait any longer."

Dan's attention was immediately diverted: "What's the rush? They're having a lot of trouble cleaning up. It won't be a problem if we chat for another hour."

He chased the red-haired young man for two steps, and suddenly seemed to remember something and concluded: "Anyway, you two are just a pair of good friends who quarrel with each other."

The other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly and said, "If that's how you understand it, then it's an irreconcilable contradiction that will never be forgiven."

The blond noble replied confidently: "Even so, you are still good friends."

Well, dogs are really a very strange kind of creature. They have their own logic that everyone is very friendly to. Even if this is a relationship made up for the vest, the red-haired young man still smiled helplessly.

"Yeah. If he's in danger, I'll go and help him."

Dan thought he had guessed what he was thinking, and patted him on the shoulder happily: "No problem, remember to take me with you!"

He was so smart! He solved the problem of two people with just one sentence! The blond noble was complacent and temporarily forgave himself for the mistake of almost losing his ancestor.

While the two of them were chatting, Canaan had finished his treatment. Ofili politely exchanged a few words with the priest, and then fell silent.

An hour later, the camp was cleared. The huge team should have been attacked by a large number of monsters, but because of the presence of these two people, it became extremely safe.

As they walked out of the camp, the Mythril creatures were wandering everywhere, especially at the entrances and exits of the Kingdom of God. The silver covered the sky and the ground, and the number was enough to make people with claustrophobia faint.

The bloodline members felt their scalps tingling, and they felt relieved only when their eyes fell on the priest at the front of the team.

The aura left by [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] made the Mithril creatures surrender, and [Heaven] absorbed all the pollution. Just like Moses parting the sea in the myth, a road leading to the brilliant Heaven was opened up.

Oleus was in charge of the pressure, casually killing some of the mithril monsters that were ready to move. This retreat, which should have been full of sacrifices, was unexpectedly easy. Before leaving, he looked back for the last time.

The rose-colored dome was slowly approaching the ground, and the three pillars supporting the heaven and earth were shattered like crispy cookies. The earth cracked, and the dead bodies and remains of the Son of God were scattered, swallowed up silently by the silver-white river.

The air is filled with the smell of decay. The wandering hordes of Mithril creatures have no idea of ​​the coming end. This land may quietly move towards destruction and despair, but that has nothing to do with them.

He will never forget this scene.

The young man headed for the exit and never looked back.

The familiar feeling of dizziness pulled at his body. When he stood on the ground again, he was overwhelmed by the cheers of joy that were as big as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

The entrance and exit of the Kingdom of God gradually shrank, and the retreating people appeared on the mine, surrounded by monsters. When they first saw it, the crowd was frightened, but fortunately Canaan took action in time and used [Kingdom of Heaven] to drive them away.

The familiar scenery came into their eyes, and all the survivors were crying and laughing. The young man who escaped death mustered up his courage and rushed forward to hug the girl he loved. The taciturn warrior's eyes were red, and he looked at the empty seat beside him.

Everywhere he looked, he saw people hugging each other. Canaan stood at the end of the crowd, keeping watch. Dan squeezed through the crowd and ran towards Oreius, hugging him with a big laugh.

The bloodline members in the camp raised their heads and looked at the silver river slowly disappearing in the sky in the distance, and they also burst into loud cheers. The black-robed merchant calmly took out the last commodity and handed it to the bloodline member who came to buy it. The meat-like clouds squirmed, and the sun still stared at the earth with its demonic pupils.

Many people were injured and died here, but many survived. Fortunately, the most difficult part was over. The bloodline from the family had no expression, but the stray bloodline hired by the family were all excited.

A young Bloodline member who had bought weapons from him (he was famous for accepting anyone who came) saw the profiteer standing alone, so he put one hand on his companion's shoulder and waved, and shouted from this side: "Mr. Profiteer! Please leave me another batch of the goods from last time!"

The black-robed merchant's voice was filled with a rare good mood: "Of course, I am always willing to provide you with service, sir."

The man took the opportunity to ask, "Can I get a discount?"

The other party smiled and said, "Of course not."

The crowd burst into laughter, which made the listeners feel better.

These are indeed dangerous, strange and scary times, but so what?

The young nobleman in the new town stood on a wooden platform, holding a feather pen and smiling. He looked at the wooden house being built, his fingers stopped calculating the cost, and suddenly spoke.

"Ronald, I have a dream... no, I have a wish."

"It would be my honor if I had the pleasure to hear it."

The loyal knight answered, and saw the young master smiling at him. His eyes and hair were the same color as his people, and hard work and exposure to the sun had made his originally fair skin rough and dull. The blessing from the priest dispelled the black mist curse, and the knight's training gradually made him stronger.

But Ronald didn't like these. The Viscount and his wife loved their son enough. He was not a blood relative and didn't have to bear the obligations of the nobility. But he followed them here and built a home with a piece of wood and a shovel of land. When they stood together, Ronald always felt that they were looking at the same scenery.

Just like at this moment, Mason looked at him with a bright light in his eyes.

"I hope that people living on this land can live in peace and happiness, and no longer worry about survival. Children can go to school, and everyone does not have to worry about tomorrow. When they go to bed, they can greet the dawn of the next day with peace of mind."

"I know that disputes are inevitable and conflicts are inevitable. But I have a wish. I want them to have the freedom to choose. Choose how they live and how they die. Choose what they can do and what they want to do."

The boy pointed to the village and the woods in the distance, his eyes sparkling. He spoke to Ronald a little shyly but with great determination.

"I want everyone here to laugh from the bottom of their hearts."

He seemed to like this world so much that he didn't want it to be destroyed. Human's trivial joys and sorrows were irrelevant to gods. But to Mason, it was like he was holding a flower. At first, he only felt it was fragile, but after spending time with it day and night, day and month, he really felt that it was lovely and unique.

Such words may be a bit exaggerated for people of this era. The boy paused and carefully observed Ronald's reaction. Ronald looked at him with gentle blue eyes and did not respond as expected: "Then do it."

Mason was stunned: "...Ah?"

"What did you think I was going to say?"

The knight was amused by the other's dumbfounded expression. This was the child he had watched grow up, just like the Viscount and his wife. Although Rona did not run around looking for a way to remove the curse for him, he was loyal to his duty and always guarded the town. It can be said that without his diligence, Mason's original self would not have been well taken care of.

Looking at the thin but determined figure in front of him, the knight couldn't help but curl his lips, and a sense of pride rose in his heart. He bent slightly to meet the boy's gaze. He was frank and had nothing to hide.

"This is a difficult choice, but also a good wish. You will encounter many setbacks, and many things will want to destroy you. But no matter what you face, please remember the feeling when you said these words today. Master Mason."

"The Viscount will accompany you, and the people will support you. One day, you will also use your own strength to protect others."

Ronald smiled slightly, still retaining the old-fashioned and loyal spirit of the old times. His blue eyes were reassuring at any time. The blond knight knelt on one knee and swore softly to his young master.

"If you are still determined to do so at that time, I will protect your wish until it comes true, at the risk of my reputation as a knight."