Canaan Awakens

In [Water Mirror of the Goddess of Beauty], the breeze blows the dark green leaves, and the lush sea of ​​trees undulates.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, the wounds of the injured were bandaged, the clear water washed away the fatigue of the people, they sat under the trees in groups of three or four, already intoxicated with beautiful dreams.

The immortals talked about ancient poems and stories, and knew everything about the era before the Black Mist and the era of the gods. The winged feathered people plucked the strings of the lyre with ease, and their songs were as melodious as the gurgling of flowing water.

The fairies talked about the past of plants, and the eyes of the healers lit up. The efficacy of herbs was valued by doctors in the past and is still valued now. There were also half-human, half-beast creatures that brought out delicious fruits and cordially invited people to taste them. Each one was extremely delicious.

For the people suffering in the City of Insects, this was a paradise. As members of the Black Mist Expedition Team, Dan and others carefully wandered around the forest.

Their goal was clear: to explore as much of the forest as possible. The scene before them was like something out of a painting, so beautiful that it was unbelievable. The closer they wanted to get to the end of the forest, the further away they were from the magnificent circular building.

Unconsciously, the blond nobleman and the others were separated. Dan was not afraid. He was very powerful, and the creatures here were very friendly. At most, he could just find something to ask for directions. Unconsciously, he went deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he heard a voice greeting him from the front.

"Welcome, outsider."

Follow the trees and you will see a huge golden branch tree.

Under the tree sat an angel with three pairs of white wings on his back. His face was extremely beautiful. His long wings fell to the ground. He sat alone under the tree and poured wine. The golden wine jug was filled with grape wine, which gushed out into the golden wine cup.

Different from the Winged Tribe.

Only those who follow God and are created by Him can be called angels. Dan stood in awe, bowed to Him, and respectfully asked His name.

"Don't be shy. I haven't seen any outsiders for a long time."

The angel smiled and said, "I once conveyed the will of the goddess of beauty. The people of the church respectfully called me the messenger of God, and my Lord gave me a name. You can call me Rilla, but that was a long time ago."

The blond nobleman's eyes unconsciously drifted to the wine glass in his hand, and his throat was a little dry for a moment: "... Ella, the chief archangel of the goddess of beauty. It is said that she holds a golden wine glass, and the wine in the glass will never run dry. Anyone who drinks the wine will be favored by the goddess of beauty. I thought it was a legend."

"My name is not worth mentioning. All here are famous legends from the past. Even those who are out there enjoying yourself with you were famous people in the past."

The archangel chuckled and swirled the wine glass, from which a dazzling fragrance wafted.

"Let me guess why you're here. Do you want to go to the kingdom of the goddess? That's not a place mortals can go. Without the guidance of a loved one, the living cannot cross here."

Hearing what he said, Dan gave up the idea of ​​crossing the forest and simply sat cross-legged opposite him.

"It's so hard to meet you. Can you tell me about this place?"

"That's a long story. Let me think where to start."

The angel showed a trace of nostalgia and recounted the past events.

"There were many of them when I arrived. We were sent to guard the forest, while the stronger heroes lived under the World Tree. I believe you have met some of them. Both good and evil, they are incredibly powerful."

As the angel described, some familiar figures naturally emerged in Dan's mind.

"What is a follower?"

"That is the anchor point for the souls to descend into this world. The first human summoned the guardian soul of the world tree, who in turn summoned the second and third guardians. The souls sleeping in the land of stars came to this land. This world will face a huge crisis."

"According to what you said, aren't they all heroes?"

"hero?"

The archangel smiled with an ambiguous meaning: "The so-called hero is just a title given by mortals. When they stand on the side of the majority, they are heroes. If they stand on the side that is not understood, they are the objects of people's scorn. If those people are allowed to choose for themselves, they are probably the ones who stick to their ideals."

Dan chewed on this sentence silently, and something flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to grasp it.

There was a slight movement in the void, and the figures of all the outsiders gradually became illusory. They looked at each other in surprise, and the blond noble was no exception.

He looked down at his transparent hands. The angel, who was still pouring wine, looked at Dan and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, this is the time for you to go back."

The illusory water waves flickered, and people's figures appeared in the square as if reflected from a mirror.

A city filled with the atmosphere of war, soldiers patrolling the city walls, the sky vaguely visible behind the fog...

People looked around in shock. The familiar yet strange buildings brought tears to many people's eyes. That was their hometown that they had thought they would never see again.

"Oh my god, we are actually coming back..."

Many elderly people knelt on the ground and kissed the ground with tears in their eyes.

Most of the captives in the City of Worms came from the west. Since they were captured, they have suffered inhuman treatment in the City of Worms and can only recall the appearance of their hometown in their dreams.

Living from day to day, struggling to survive, and trying to survive in the hands of insects. In the most beautiful dreams, no one dares to hope to return to their hometown, but only hopes that one day their soul will return to their hometown.

And today, they actually set foot on the land of the West.

The young man stood in the front, looking at them gently, his eyes sparkling, and the crowd of people knelt on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

This is an outburst of tears of joy, an agony of suffering, for those loved ones who could not be here, and for one's own tragic past.

The sobbing sounds gathered together, washing everyone's eardrums. The linen-haired boy lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"Everyone, welcome home."

As a result, more people shed tears at his voice.

They finally went home.

…

As more and more people appeared in the square, their numbers continued to increase. They had various signs of infestation on their bodies, and the degree of contamination was very serious.

The corner of the Bloodline's mouth twitched slightly: "What's going on?"

Mason spread his hands with an innocent look on his face. "Like I said before, we rescued some people... well, maybe more than a few. We're going to see the commander. Can you take care of them for the time being?"

You did say that, but you didn't tell me there were so many people!

The young bloodline couldn't help but scream in his heart. Looking at the normal expressions of the three people in front of him, he almost thought that he was the one with the most problems among these people.

Well, he should have known from the time when these people came back with Orelius that people who could get involved with this family were not ordinary people.

"I don't have it...Okay, I'll go get some help. Don't let these people run around."

The bloodline of the Braitem family hurried back and soon brought back a whole team of soldiers. The latter had obviously understood the situation and were evacuating the crowd in an orderly manner.

Mason left the mechanic to help and followed the young man to the Viscount's Mansion to inquire about the current person in charge.

The young man answered truthfully: "The current person in charge is Viscount Cross."

"Viscount Cross...?"

Hearing the familiar last name, Mason was stunned. When he stepped into the office of the Viscount's Mansion, the young man had the urge to turn around and leave for the first time.

"Honey, why are you here?"

With a cry of surprise, Mason fell into a soft embrace. Fayelle hugged him with a worried look on her face, and carefully examined his body.

...Damn, it turns out that the two of them are Phairel!

Mason's pupils trembled and his brain worked rapidly, trying to strike first to show his respect.

"Mom, why are you the commander here?"

"Don't underestimate mom. Your father and I followed the Earl and fought on the battlefield. If it weren't for you, we would probably still be in the army of the Dark Mist Border. You are strong and familiar with the Dark Mist Border. It would be easy for you to be a commander."

Faile saw through the other party's guilty conscience and tapped the boy's forehead in annoyance.

"Don't change the subject. How did you get here?"

Mason mumbled, "I was worried about you, so I asked Mr. Oreius to take me to you."

"Do I look like a fool?"

"Hahaha..."

The boy laughed dryly. As if the heavens had heard his inner prayers, a messenger rushed in hastily.

"Lord Faile, the monsters are attacking again, and the black fog outside the city is getting thicker!"

Mason heaved a sigh of relief. After such a long time, the Monster Lord should have reacted.

"I understand. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Faile sighed, turned around and saluted to Oleus: "Thank you for taking care of Mason. Mr. Oleus, I have an unwelcome request. My husband and I need to command the battle of the entire city. Can you please protect Mason?"

The red-haired young man readily agreed. The Bloodline of Beletem seemed to have thought of something and spoke hastily.

"One more thing, Mr. Oreius and his men brought back a lot of people. What should we do with them?"

"Those were humans that were captured by the Queen of Insects. We brought them back with us when we returned."

Aurelius added, he said it lightly, winning respectful looks from the young man. Anyone who is not a fool can understand how difficult this is, and will definitely be praised by the association.

"First, send those people to resettle and have the medical department prepare medicine and bandages. Then assign a team of soldiers to maintain order. I will personally handle their affairs after that."

Faile brushed her long hair with a stern expression.

"The most important thing now is to fight the black fog. Notify everyone and prepare for a defensive battle!"

Even standing in the Viscount's mansion, one could still see the black mist approaching the city. The Bloodline of Brett smiled bitterly: "The most terrifying thing is not the monsters, but the pollution brought by the black mist. Dying at the hands of monsters is a sacrifice, but if a teammate dies because of the mutation, then even death cannot rest in peace."

Humans are always at a disadvantage when facing the dark fog. Destruction is always easier than creation.

The boy stared at the approaching black fog. At this moment, his profile looked unusually mature.

"Don't worry, we have reliable backup."

…

North, Temple.

Loyal clergymen guarded the gate of the temple day and night to prevent any interference with the promotion. In the center of the silent hall was a huge golden silk cocoon, the surface of which had turned translucent. The creature inside the cocoon absorbed a lot of energy, and a thin and slender figure and long silver hair swaying with the waves could be vaguely seen.

The drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the translucent pupils of different colors. It was as if the night and the ocean were simultaneously placed in the eye sockets, full of dazzling divine beauty.

The faceless statue standing on the temple radiated a soft light. The misty halo directly merged into Canaan's body, and the strong divinity flowed out, forming countless scenes that flashed before his eyes.

The changes in Partington, the death of the head of the Brainworm family and the chaos in his family, the monsters that are doing evil everywhere, the crisis facing the border...

The tentacles of his thoughts merged with the light of the statue, and at that moment, the young man saw something that only gods could see.

It was a golden thread that enveloped the entire human territory, forming a huge barrier that blocked the black mist. Outside the barrier, the black mist, as if it were real, kept attacking the golden thread, trying to tear it into pieces.

A huge malevolence lurked in the black mist, and it burst out the moment the young man's eyes met, tearing apart the golden thread's voyeurism.

The silver-haired young man opened his eyes and tried to step out of the golden cocoon. The entire hall trembled slightly as he struggled, and the extremely solid cocoon cracked from the inside, startling the clergymen waiting outside the door.

The latter looked at the tightly closed palace door in doubt and uncertainty until he again sensed the heavy sound coming from inside the palace, and then he informed the higher-ups in surprise.

The Pope hurried in. Crystal branches of flowers poked out from the cracks in the door, and transparent butterflies danced on the branches. Fine powders of light fell, creating a beautiful scene that seemed otherworldly.

The clergymen below the high priest all bowed their heads and paid high respect to the Son of God. When the silver-haired young man stepped out of the door, the Pope smiled and congratulated him sincerely: "Congratulations, child. You have successfully taken that step."

The silver-haired young man lowered his eyes, and the Pope bowed his head in front of him. From the moment he stepped out of the cocoon, he was the future god and the hope of the church.

"I need to go to the Dark Mist Border."