Chapter 309 Chapter 309 The battle between light and darkness should not be so careless...
Milo was indeed unaware of the presence of others.
That thing came too fast and disappeared too quickly.
So when Xiaomilo turned around, it was already quiet outside the door.
Only Milo's dazed expression was left.
The little guy was still humming softly.
The magical power of the whole world leaped for joy at his singing.
The surroundings became quiet again.
Christine, who was downstairs, looked up and listened to Milo's voice, then looked up again thoughtfully.
These days the little mermaid likes to hum songs when she has nothing to do.
But tonight was a little different.
The little guy's singing has always been soothing, and today, apart from that sense of relief, although people are clearly relaxing, they can still feel the magic stirring around them.
Christine couldn't say exactly how.
But it's not a bad thing after all.
Christine thought so.
Continue with the relevant matters at hand.
He is now the liaison officer between Daryl and the largest underground abyss. He is responsible for conveying all actions and tribal wishes within the underground abyss to Daryl.
At this moment, he is in contact with his younger brother in the clan.
The dark centaur in the underground abyss did not transform into a human form. He still looked like a teenager, with a pitch-black horn protruding from the side of his forehead, and fine skin cracks below. One of his eyes was normal, while the other one was affected by the rejection of this world. Even though he could not feel pain in the underground abyss, the white of his eye was dyed blood red.
The whole person exudes the same sense of madness as the continent's stereotype of dark creatures.
This is a special magic stone of communication, a kind of mineral unique to the underground abyss. Christine only brought one out when she received Daryl's oracle, and she will not use it easily.
The reason why it is used today is that in the past few days, what the radicals in the abyss expected did not happen. As their god and their aspiration, Daryl, the God of Destruction, did not give them any further instructions.
This made the underground abyss races, who had not heard the oracles of the gods for thousands of years, extremely anxious because the gods had lived in the abyss for a long time.
It’s not that he wants to get any results, it’s just that the underground abyss has no presence on the side of Daryl, the God of Destruction.
They desperately wanted to do something to let Daryl know that as the dark race of the continent, they were no worse than those races in the abyss of the sea.
Therefore, the tribe members had great expectations for Christine as a representative.
"Nothing else?"
Christine came back to her senses and continued speaking.
On the other side, the young man responded with obvious anxiety.
"No, but——Brother, did you see the God?"
Christine paused.
"Are there no other instructions?"
The boy scrambled closer, approaching the largest display area of the Philosopher's Stone.
"For example, we could teach those arrogant Light Races a lesson. Also, the current royal family of the human world is scheming to make trouble, but the God of Light doesn't care. So, if we build up the human world, it might become our place of residence."
Kristen didn't even raise her eyelids, she just called out coldly: "Charles."
The young man suddenly stopped and stood back in his original position reluctantly. He looked at Christine and spoke suspiciously after a moment.
"Brother, why do I feel like something is wrong with you?"
After all, everyone had a lot of hatred and grudges against each other before, and this time they finally had an opportunity, so they were trying their best to make a name for themselves in front of the God of Destruction.
The gods themselves do not care much about the survival of a certain race. They always consider the development and operation of the entire world. To this extent, the gods are relatively ruthless towards races.
It's basically impossible to have an easy life.
Not to mention that for the dark race, after leaving the abyss, the external environment will be very devastating to them. In most cases, the dark races who move outside have to endure pain and irritability, so those who can come out of the abyss must be the best of the entire abyss.
Calm and strong.
But even so, the status of the dark races active outside will continue to consume their status.
Charles had expected to see a brother gradually losing his composure and rationality.
But unexpectedly - Christine seemed to be in better condition than when she was in the abyss.
The eyes beneath the mask were clear, calm, and even had a soothing feeling.
How strange—that the violent dark race could feel this way?
Charles couldn't believe it.
He couldn't help himself and moved closer.
He asked suddenly.
"Brother, did anything good happen to you?"
Christine paused.
Good thing?
He has only been here for a few days, what good news can he have?
And he didn't have much to deal with. Daryl issued an oracle, and the main thing he was asked to do was to take care of the cubs.
Caring for the cubs—
Thinking of the soft pink little guy, Christine had seen the appearance of Little Milo as a mermaid when Little Milo was playing in the water before. He would wag his pink little tail, lie on the shore with only his eyes exposed, and call his uncle in a low voice, wanting him to bring the little toys made for him by Daryl, the God of Destruction, to the swimming pool. Although he did not help the little guy put on clothes or anything like that, after all, Daryl would not hand these things over to other people, but his hand was still held tightly by the little guy.
Christine's hands curled up unconsciously.
"No."
"Don't lie to me, you look much better now." Charles's face darkened again. "Or have you gained the great Lord's trust, and are you trying to play tricks on me?"
As mentioned before, most of the dark races are paranoid lunatics. In the oppressive environment and the hostility of the world, there are basically few normal and calm guys.
Christine is relatively good, but her younger brother Charles reacts strongly to everything.
Christine was too lazy to pay attention to her younger brother. After finishing her official business, she ended the call. At this moment, the singing upstairs stopped. Christine thought for a while and decided to prepare some fruit and send it up to see what the little cub was doing.
At this moment, upstairs, Milo turned around, blinking his big eyes, and looked at Arvid, who had fallen into a deep sleep with his head tilted.
The god's breathing was shallow, slow and long. He was still in the disguise stage, with his hair and eye color disguised as the least noticeable black. After falling asleep, he looked even more like Daryl.
Little Milo was stunned.
Fell asleep so quickly.
But that's true.
Milo nodded to himself, trying to convince himself.
"When Milo hasn't slept for a long time, he just tilts his head and falls asleep."
Even during nap time, Milo fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow because he was studying so hard.
This person is even more miserable than his father. His father goes to bed on time every day, but this person doesn't eat, drink or sleep.
Still trying to be brave.
Look, didn’t he just go to sleep?
But speaking of pillows.
Milo looked at the god lying on his desk, and saw that he was obviously uncomfortable under the pressure of the desk.
Milo turned his head to look at his little bed, blinking his big eyes, and went over to hug the pillow.
At this moment, Arvid is in a very delicate state.
The ethereal singing voice made his consciousness sink deeper and deeper, and the fatigue accumulated over thousands of years surged up at once, making him feel a little drowsy.
He just felt that the singing continued.
But in such chaos, perhaps there was some remnant of Daryl's power left here, and he seemed to see some of Daryl's memories that had the same source as his own power.
It was a dark memory. The ancient gods were driven away, and the current twelve main gods pushed the world forward. In the imbalance of power in the world, Daryl, as the party that was more likely to lose control, made concessions and has been sinking into the abyss of the sea ever since.
Until a little pink mermaid broke into the dark seabed.
It is very small, skinny and pitiful. It will shed its little pearls if it disagrees with something, and it can't speak.
The more aggrieved he was, the more he felt. The more aggrieved he felt, the more he cried, which made Daryl very upset.
As the owner of the same power, Arvid felt as if he was in Daryl's perspective - watching the little pink guy sleeping pitifully on the stone. Because he had never eaten fish before, he ate very carefully, with his eyes shining, and almost got a stomachache. Fortunately, Daryl was prepared in advance and noticed it.
He watched the little guy go from being distant and eager at first, to getting closer and closer, from being cautious to finally snuggling into Daryl's arms.
This perspective is amazing, watching such a small life swaying its little tail, and growing from such a tiny thing into a brilliant glow, as if illuminating the abyss of the seabed.
There are only a few scenes that Arvid can capture.
In the end, he only saw Daryl interacting with the little cub, and watching this skinny little guy go from crying every day to gradually becoming rounder.
It seemed as if some things were kept secret by the world consciousness, and Arvid could not detect them. When he reacted to everything and came back to his senses, this was Daryl's memory. A pink little cub stained with divine blood was crying, dropping pearls along the way, and the surrounding sea water was almost dyed red by the divine blood, and it rushed directly into 'his' arms.
That cute and pretty little face was raised, aggrieved and dependent - "Daddy... wuwuwu... Daddy..."
In a trance, it seemed as if someone was calling him.
Arvid was completely immersed in what he was called, and subconsciously reached out to pick up the cub, but failed. He realized what he had done in an instant.
In the courtyard where he lived, in Milo's room, the God of Light Arvid, who was lying on the table, suddenly opened his eyes after reacting.
The darkness that was brewing around him faded away in an instant.
But he was stunned.
I watched the vast expanse of white approaching me.
Just now, Avid had indeed temporarily lost his perception of the outside world and was unable to react for a moment.
—What is this? What is this doing?
Arvid thought to himself and just sat up.
The vast expanse of white moved downward, revealing a pair of large, watery, light blue eyes that blinked and looked at him.
It was little Milo, and in his arms was a—pillow?
The little guy originally wanted to figure out where to put the pillow.
When I looked up suddenly, I met a pair of cold eyes that had just woken up and were unable to react.
Milo was startled, took a few steps back, and fell backward.
Arvid subconsciously reached out and grabbed the pillow in Milo's hand.
Little Milo, holding the pillow, stood at an angle.
The little fish that I had just collected from someone else and was trying to make it look legitimate was so scared that its ear fins popped out and stood up.
The big and the small looked at each other, and the little one subconsciously loosened his hands and sat down on the soft carpet, and his ear fins folded up again.
He, he is just scary.
Where is dad?
Dad—Dad!
The cub began to look out the window frequently.
The scene was like Arvid bullying the little cub.
In fact, the cattle and horses had lived for thousands of years and were suddenly caught and pulled into a deep sleep by the cubs. After waking up, they were unable to react at all and were subconsciously alert.
But here's the thing—he needs to explain.
Arvid hadn't spoken yet.
The door was opened and Christine came in with a fruit plate.
"Young Master, you——"
Christine paused, his gaze moving from Arvid's face to the window.
There was a knock on the window next to him. Daryl, who had returned at some point, was standing on the windowsill, looking over expressionlessly.
"Arvid."
He spoke each word very slowly, as if he was considering something.
And the scene—the cub fell to the ground.
Arvid, holding a pillow as if bullying a cub: ...
No, wait a moment.
Even Arvid was a little overwhelmed.
The war between light and darkness shouldn't have started with such a hasty reason!!
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