Chapter 77
The entire wasteland suddenly became quiet, and everything was like a silent pantomime. Countless races who fled to the wasteland from various cities looked up at the black fog that covered the sky and the sun, which suddenly fell from the sky above the wasteland and then spread to all directions at an extremely fast speed.
The moment the black fog fell, their bones, blood, and souls were trembling, and the instinct for survival frantically urged them to escape.
But they raised their eyes, and a faint light appeared in their desolate and dead eyes as they looked at the deserted city.
From the very beginning, they abandoned all their dignity, backbone, and pride and fled to the wilderness, not to survive, but because they were extremely eager to... meet the Lord God.
However, even though they came to the wilderness, they still did not dare to go to the deserted city to see the gods, so they stayed in the wilderness day and night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the gods.
Now, they finally mustered up the courage... and began to walk towards the deserted city to meet their God.
In the deserted city, the beastmen in the valley stood up one after another, looking at the black waves crashing down from the distant sky. In addition to the feeling that it had finally come, they also felt an inexplicable heaviness in their hearts.
Regardless of whether one has been prepared beforehand, when facing death, no one and nothing can be completely calm.
Life was extremely miserable, and the guilt that had once been borne had not bent his spine, but was shattered by the shock of the truth!
But they still have a little attachment to being alive.
What are they nostalgic for?
Maybe it is the sunshine in the deserted city, maybe it is the yellow sand flying in the sky in the wasteland, or maybe it is the smile, noise and former companionship of the domestic animals!
When everything comes to an end, it will always give rise to infinite attachment and reluctance.
But apart from this, they can only force themselves to be calm and fearless!
Because they cannot resist the power of heaven and earth, nor can they persuade, or are not qualified to persuade, the gods to let go of the loneliness and pain that have been imprisoned in the eternal night for tens of thousands of years.
All things are born from the hands of gods, but they are brought with betrayal, imprisonment, and pain... How dare they hope that gods will forgive them?
In the eyes of the gods, they were a group of flawed creations, just like the iron they had scrapped several times in the past, and would eventually be poured into the furnace and reforged.
The only difference is that scrap metal faces reconstruction, while they face destruction and complete death.
"Brother Zela, it's dark." Looking at the sky that suddenly darkened in the distance, Jiaojiao said in confusion and curiosity, "There's no thunder."
In Jiaojiao's past experience, every time the sky darkened at an extremely fast speed, it was accompanied by thunder.
Zella lowered his eyes and looked at the little god in his arms. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched the chubby face of the little god whom he had coveted for a long time.
Jiaojiao's lips couldn't help but pout as his cheeks were pinched. He blinked and said vaguely, "Brother Zela?"
Zera withdrew his hand, glanced at the sky in the distance that was completely obscured by black fog, and said seriously: "It's getting dark, we have to go home and sleep."
"No." Jiaojiao raised her little hand and pointed at the darkening sky in the distance, then pointed at the sky above her head that was still filled with the afterglow of the sun and the sunset glow: "It's dark over there, but it's not dark here."
After saying that, Jiaojiao touched her belly again and said with a serious face, "You can't sleep even when it's dark. You have to eat first to digest the food, and then you can sleep."
"So go home, eat, and sleep?" Zella asked.
"Okay." Jiaojiao nodded obediently.
After getting the answer, Zera held Jiaojiao in one hand and the gifts given by Erwens and others in the other, and left with Arela and his sister who were holding the remaining gifts.
When being carried away by brother Zela, Jiaojiao waved her little hand and said goodbye to the orc uncles and aunts: "Uncle, aunt, see you tomorrow."
The orcs smiled and nodded, but when the little god left, they raised their feet and followed him.
They knew that they would not see each other again tomorrow, so they wanted to send the little god home one last time!
When Jiaojiao, who was lying on brother Zela's shoulder, saw the uncles and aunts following them, she was stunned for a moment and then her eyebrows curved happily: "Aunts and uncles, are you going to Jiaojiao's house for dinner?"
The black fog spread very quickly and in a blink of an eye it extended to the sky above the deserted city.
Under the darkening sky, the little god lying on Zella's shoulder, smiling softly at them, seemed to be glowing.
The orcs' hearts softened slightly, and when they were about to answer the little god's words, they suddenly found black lines appearing on the little god's fair face.
The orcs' breathing stagnated and their pupils constricted reflexively.
Arela, holding the gifts, walked forward in a hurry. When he found out that he was not mistaken, his breathing suddenly became disordered, and the gifts in his arms suddenly fell from his weak arms.
Jiaojiao, who was lying on brother Zela's shoulder, heard the noise and quickly looked over. When she found that something had fallen, she waved her little hand and said, "Sister Arela, the gift has fallen. Are you unable to hold it? Jiaojiao can hold it."
"No, I can carry it." Arera came to his senses and quickly squatted down to pick up the things that rolled on the ground. Because his hands were shaking, he tried to pick up the same thing several times but failed.
At this time, Jiaojiao also discovered the black silk thread on his little hand. He pressed it with his hand out of curiosity, and the black thread on the back of his hand immediately squeezed into a ball and rubbed his white and tender little fingers affectionately.
Seeing this, Jiaojiao laughed happily and handed her little hand to Brother Zella to see: "Brother Zella, look, Jiaojiao also has the same black line as Uncle Erwens."
Zella suddenly stopped and looked down to see the black lines on Jiaojiao's face appearing and disappearing from time to time. At that moment, he suddenly felt breathless, as if an invisible existence was strangling his throat.
Although the orcs were told rationally that it was impossible for the little god to have any vitality taken away by the God of Disgust, because he was the most beloved cub of the God.
But when they saw the black lines representing death appearing and disappearing on the exposed skin on the little god's hands and face, they instinctively became extremely panicked, and their hands and feet trembled unconsciously.
What if?
What if these black mists accidentally hurt the little god while the great god was sleeping?
They couldn't accept the thought of this possibility.
When the thick black fog quickly filled the only city in the wasteland, the orcs who had already given up struggling suddenly ran out of the deserted city and headed towards the north where the black fog had not yet spread.
When people of all races arrived at the gate of the deserted city and saw this, they were stunned for a moment and then subconsciously followed.
Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly carried and ran wildly. Then he looked at Zella who was holding him with his bright eyes and asked curiously: "Brother Zella, where are we going?"
Zela didn't say anything, but just held Jiaojiao's head in his arms, blocking him from seeing the scene around him.
Jiaojiao didn't make a fuss when she didn't get an answer. She just blinked in confusion and then lay obediently in brother Zella's arms.
Looking down from the sky, the entire continent was shrouded in eternal night, and the black fog roared wildly, threatening to devour all existence.
On the boundless ocean, amidst the surging waves, there was a faint light supporting a thin shield. It was Guslaren protecting his people huddled behind him.
Blood continued to flow from between his lips and teeth, dyeing the sea water beneath him red.
Apart from this, the northern part of the wasteland is still blank, but those blank spaces are shrinking as the black fog spreads.
Under the consciousness of the gods, the entire continent will be shrouded in black fog, and no place will be spared.
As another consciousness in this world, how could Hesdizer not notice such a big commotion?
Extremely confused, he contacted his twin consciousness and expressed his questions.
Hesnemon, who was forcibly awakened from his deep sleep, flashed and came in front of Hesdez.
In response to Hesdzer's questions, Hesnemen explained that this batch of creations had defects and needed to be destroyed.
Hesdezer had no problem destroying creation; He always believed in Hesnemon as a twin consciousness.
He was puzzled only by the way in which Hesnemon chose to destroy creation.
It is easy for them to destroy creation.
Although He prefers simple and crude methods of destruction, it does not mean that He does not know more gentle, simple, and easy methods.
There are many such ways, and there is no need to make creatures struggle so hard in the black fog.
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and looked at the creations on the earth. There was no emotion in his golden eyes. He now couldn't quite remember why he chose this method.
At first, perhaps because he was imprisoned in eternal night, this was the only method he could use.
Maybe I was waiting later...
Waiting for a reason that would let him feel relieved...
In the wasteland, Zera was running in the front holding Jiaojiao, while the rest of the orcs and people of various races who caught up with them followed behind and ran towards the north of the wasteland.
Bring the little spirit to a place that is not covered by the black fog.
This is the orcs' only obsession at this time.
Even though they knew that the area in the north would be covered by black fog sooner or later, this was the only thing they could do for the little god.
Perhaps at that last moment the great god woke up and protected the little god?
With this thought in mind, they ran faster and faster, completely ignoring their rapidly fading vitality.
Gradually, the orcs collapsed in exhaustion, aging invading their hearts at an extremely fast speed. The dense black lines wrapped around their bodies were like chains that bound them, dragging them into the eternal night and allowing the black fog to wantonly rob them of their vitality.
As time went on, more and more black fog spread, and more and more orcs fell.
Zera's breathing became more and more rapid, and his rapidly aging body made him run slower and slower. He gritted his teeth and forced his potential to burst out.
When Zella knelt on the ground exhausted, the north was already in sight.
Big drops of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the back of his hand. Zella didn't even look at it, but carefully put down the little god in his arms.
When putting the little god down, Zela covered Jiaojiao's eyes to prevent him from seeing her old face.
Put the wind chime in the arms of the little god, let him face the direction that was not yet covered by the black fog, then Zella gently pushed Jiaojiao's back and said in a hoarse voice: "Go, don't look back."
Go forward, go to the bright place!
Don't look back at them!
After today, everything will be fine.
New creations will reappear in this world that has been rid of its rotten flesh!
The blowing spring breeze will cover everything!
Jiaojiao obediently took two steps forward holding the wind chime made of broken jade. After hearing the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind her, she turned back disobediently.
When I turned around, I saw my brother Zera lying on the ground, completely changed and soaked in blood.
Jiaojiao's eyes immediately widened, and he ran back with red eyes and short legs. The wind chimes made of broken jade jingled with his movements.
The orcs who heard the bell raised their heads with difficulty. Although the sky and the earth were so dark at this time, they saw the small and soft figure at a glance.
Under the dim sky, the young god with red eyes staggered in the darkness, holding a wind chime. His watery eyes pierced through the thick black fog and fell on them.
A strange and indescribable emotion filled my heart with pain.
When his eyes fell on the black lines on the little god's face, that unfamiliar emotion was replaced by anxiety and heartache.
They were extremely anxious and suddenly thought that God required faith.
This is something that all races on the Kana continent know.
It’s just that in the past tens of thousands of years, the orcs have never given up their faith, nor do they understand what faith is.
Past experiences make it difficult for them to have a devout faith in anything...
It was just at this moment, when they were lying on the ground and watching the little god staggering towards them with his short legs, carrying a small backpack, and calling out "Uncle and Auntie".
When their eyes fell on the black lines crawling across the little deity's white, tender face, they wondered, if the deity also needed faith like gods...
If faith is really useful to the gods... then they are willing to contribute all their faith to the little gods.
The orcs who have never believed in any existence have no idea what faith is.
They struggled to crawl to the side of the elves, celestials or humans, strangled their necks with their elbows and forced them to believe in the little gods.
The various races that were already dying: "..."
The orcs, who did not understand faith, were clumsily repeating blessings to the little gods in their hearts over and over again as if they were praying, as their consciousness became increasingly confused.
I hope the little god won’t be harmed by the black fog!
I hope the little god is happy every day!
I hope the little god can always have enough food!
I hope all the disasters, pain, filth and dirt in the world will avoid the little gods!
All the beauty and hope gather around the little god!
Little God, be well, be happy, and be loved and pampered by the God forever...
Jiaojiao, who was running, suddenly stopped. He blinked blankly and tilted his head in confusion.
How did Jiaojiao hear the voices of uncles and aunts?
Hearing these voices, Jiaojiao frowned and her eyes turned red with inexplicable discomfort.
Jiaojiao pursed her lips and tried hard not to cry. She squatted down, put down the small backpack on her back, and planned to complain to her father.
When I opened the backpack, I found that my father was missing!
“Wuuuuwaaa… Daddy is gone… Jiaojiao lost Daddy… Wuuuuwaa…” Jiaojiao, who was already feeling uncomfortable, immediately burst into tears.
Hesnemen, who was staying in a certain space, froze his eyes the moment Jiaojiao cried, and disappeared from Hesdez's sight in an instant.
Hesdez, who hadn't even had a few warm words with Hesnemen, said: "......?"
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