At dusk, a heavy rain hit Violet City.
The small town of Konya on the edge of the city was silent in the wind and rain. When it was getting dark, there was no light on. On the streets washed by the rain, there were dusty corpses every once in a while. The door is closed.
The rotten smell of the corpse was washed away by the wind and rain, but this small town, which was silent in the rainstorm, was still lifeless, like a dead city with no one in it.
In a small gray-white stone house on the east side of the town, there was a woman's wailing in extreme pain. The shrill sound was like an old crow about to lose its cub. ? Cover up.
In the stone house, the girl lying on the hospital bed had almost her last breath left, and her description was horribly bleak. Her eyes were almost sunken, and her face was sickly blue and yellow. Can't see? The slightest bit of vitality at this age, but looks like an old woman who is dying.
The girl's extremely emaciated hand was tightly held by the woman beside the bed. The woman had long and disheveled hair and buried her head deeply beside her daughter's bed, arching her back like The bowstring, which has been pressed to the extreme, is constantly trembling. It seems that it may be broken by the pressure at any time, or it will burst out completely in a desperate situation? The last? Strength!
If other residents in the small town of Konya saw the mother and daughter, they would definitely understand what happened to them.
Seven years ago, when we first moved to the town, this was still enviable? A family of three. Mr. Evans is an outstanding blacksmith, and also good at hunting, comparable to those of the most powerful hunters; Mrs. Evans is said to have been a lady from a down-and-out aristocratic family. Beautiful, quite good at grammar, a teacher who teaches literacy and etiquette, from the upstarts in Violet City, the upstarts are happy to send their children to her? When it was in the remote town of Konya, it caused quite a stir.
Those who envied them at that time never thought that within a few years, Mr. Evans died in an accident while hunting. Mrs. Evans also no longer served in order to prevent harassment from ill-intentioned employers Teacher, I can only stay in the small town of Konya and do those tedious, heavy, and tiring tasks. In just a few years, I no longer live up to my former youthful beauty, and quickly grow old and silent.
And Miss Evans is even more frail and sickly. She has to stay at home and take medicine to recuperate from her illness for many years, which makes Mrs. Evans have to work harder to provoke the burden.
If one after another bad luck has befallen this family in the past few years, they may think that they are unlucky enough, but unfortunately, the cruel fate does not seem to be He intends to let them go and tell them with facts that greater misfortune has yet to come.
Now, a fatal blow from "fate" seems to have finally come, and it will completely destroy this family.
——A sudden? Plague spread rapidly in the small town of Konya. When one after another? acquaintances died one after another, the still alive? The army sent by Violet City has sealed off the entire town, announcing the end that everyone will face.
Against the background of the plague, what they get? Will not be any cure, but a complete? Cleansing and purification.
A hysterical wail sounded in the food, and Mrs. Evans kept calling her daughter's nickname, and she lost her composure: "Shady...Shady..."
She sat down on the ground almost exhausted, with tears all over her face: "If this is a curse from the Dragon God, please punish me! My Shady, she shouldn't be treated like this punish… "
"Great? Dragon God, I beg your? Forgiveness!"
Mrs. Evans pulled out the necklace hanging on her clothes. At the bottom of the necklace was the religious emblem belonging to the temple, and devout believers in the temple would often wear it to pray. Of course, not just praying, but also confessing to the Dragon God.
She?clutched?that religious emblem, lowered her head?to show?an extremely pious?attitude, as she did every time she confessed: "If you are offended by the blood of the Sin King, please impose all punishments on Me, forgive her? Right!"
The girl on the bed struggled to open her eyes, looked at the behavior of her mother who almost rushed to the doctor, and wanted to say something, but only made a few panting sounds from her throat.
The light in her eyes is fading little by little.
"Shady..." Mrs. Evans seemed to notice something, and hurriedly went to see her daughter. She almost pounced on her, clutching her dying daughter's hand tightly, her voice choking, "No, no, You can't... can't? Can?!"
At this moment, the huge?Despair crushed her?, and made this strong?woman fall into madness.
"My? Shady... No, you can't die!"
Mrs. Evans, who was completely insane, pulled off the holy emblem. The tip of the holy emblem pierced the palm of her hand, and blood flowed out, completely dyeing the holy emblem blood red. The original? Sacred with blood.
She? recited a strange and strange? Prayer, not the current? Common Language, but the almost forgotten? Old Ilan, which is a blasphemy against the Dragon God.
—This is an act that is never tolerated in the Temple, and is outright heresy. The True God Sect is very keen on doing this, and it is said that it can please the evil god they believe in.
The woman's hoarse voice issued a scream.
"God, save her? Let's go! No matter who it is, even the evil god... I'm willing to sell? My? Soul, I'm willing to give? My? Everything... Save her?!!!"
"Dole, Dole, Dole!"
Suddenly, a rhythmic knock sounded outside the window.
The sound was actually not loud, the frequency of the percussion was very slow, logically speaking it should have been completely covered up by the violent sound of the wind and rain, but it didn't. On the contrary, it was very clearly reflected in Mrs. Evans' ears.
In the current situation, it seems a little weird.
Mrs. Evans suddenly had a very strong premonition in her heart, and she suddenly turned her head to look.
Outside the rain-obscured window, a pitch-black crow was standing there quietly. Seeing Mrs. Evans looking over, it combed its feathers unhurriedly, and then tilted its head slightly to look over.
"Dodo!"
It tapped twice more slowly.
The dense? night intertwined behind this mysterious? black crow into a bottomless? pitch black, in the violent? storm, it didn't look embarrassed at all.
At this moment, Mrs. Evans even had a feeling, as if she saw a guest who came from afar on a rainy night, outside slowly, knocking on the door of the room politely, and tidying up by the way. Own brim.
This kind of association made her wake up from madness and despair, and a trace of inexplicable expectation suddenly appeared in her heart.
—She is not an ordinary person herself? She knows many secrets that ordinary people do not know, such as some extraordinary creatures with special spirituality, and the powerful people who raise such creatures.
She rushed forward, trembling, and opened the window.
The black crow spread its wings and saluted before it flew in unhurriedly.
Its dark eyes reflected the young girl on the bed, and the tense woman in front of her.
"How rich? Faith and desire!"
The crow opened his mouth like a chant, and stared at her with glazed eyes: "As my lord's envoy, I came here in response to your prayers. How far can you go for this belief?"
As for the one on the hospital bed? The girl...
"Before that, she? She won't die for the time being."
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In the storm, the door of the stone house was opened, and the woman's figure was firm and decisive, and quickly rushed into the wind and rain.
"My lord is always looking for changes? Uncertain principles, insight into the loopholes of fate and tampering? An outsider. He likes all new? Changes..."
The voice of the envoy was still in my ears, and Mrs. Evans almost memorized every word that the other party said.
"If the world is a stage, and everyone's destiny is a well-woven script, the world will only favor the selected protagonists, and let them perform legends on the stage, they are blessed by God? Lucky By… "
"Then my lord is the audience outside the stage?"
"He prefers to see changes beyond the script. The current you, the current small town of Konya, are just cannon fodder characters who are about to withdraw from the stage. Seize the opportunity bestowed by our Lord, Take the lead in breaking the restrictions of characters, so that the originally inconspicuous characters will continue to gain highlights and get more drama points, and then they will be favored and favored by the Lord, and become more important supporting roles, and even protagonists. This is the reward that our Lord can bestow."
——The translation of some godly nagging words has actually explained the power of this god.
Not in a substantial sense? Elemental powers such as thunder and flames. Rather, it is closer to insight and tampering with fate.
And only those who constantly break through the limits and try to make choices and changes will gain His favor and favor.
——This is also the "magic art" invented by Yuan Bu after a long time of exploration, combined with his own understanding of luck.
It cannot give people substantial power, but it can constantly steal the power of fate and tamper with it. Let an ordinary person gain favor in the constant transformation, and finally become a character like the son of luck.
When the crow, which enshrined? It was not divine consciousness, circled around the town and sensed the strongest? Faith and desire from that stone house, he gave? a chance. In other words, it is a blessing of luck.
That night, Mrs. Evans, who had always been regarded as a down-and-out noble lady by the residents of the town, completely overturned everyone's perception of her past image.
Yuan Buwei didn't care about her? How did he do that
The final? The result was soon before his eyes—
In the middle of the night, when the rainstorm had just stopped, the army in charge of sealing off the town had already let down its vigilance, some of them fell asleep, and the shift workers were extremely tired. At this time, this group of townspeople who had never been in their eyes Unprecedented twisted into a strand, the impact of the army's defense line.
It seems that there is a rather smart person commanding behind, even though they are a group of ordinary people, they found the weakest line of defense with incomparable precision, and also chose the most appropriate time, which is very outstanding ? Unexpectedly.
Although startled a bit at first, the army responsible for the blockade was not panicked at all. This is the most elite army from Violet City, equipped with extraordinary weapons, how could it be impossible to stop a group of ordinary people
"Back off!"
"Back off!"
The commander in charge of the defense let out a roar, and countless bows and arrows were unfurled, aiming at the rushing man. A small number of bows and arrows are still glowing? Extraordinary aura.
Seeing that group of people rushed out desperately and stepped out of their line of defense, the commander mercilessly issued an order to solve it on the spot.
In an instant, inexplicable? The arrow covered and went away.
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The riot that night quickly spread throughout Violet City, and became a topic that people talked about.
A group of unarmed? Ordinary people rushed out of the army? Blockade, even if it was the weakest? Blockade.
But the arrows they shot did not leave any corpses in place, as if they were blessed by gods.
Three days later, this group of people, who were defined as mobs, showed up in Violet City and voluntarily submitted a complaint application to the consul, claiming that there was no plague at all in Konya Town, but just ordinary typhoid fever.
Alive and kicking? They seem to be a proof.
Shocked, the consuls quickly dispatched physicians, who finally came to the diagnosis that the plague was indeed a misdiagnosis. Such a result is certainly not what the consul would like to see.
As a result, the proof of the small town of Konya was able to return to the town, and all previous blockades have been lifted.
This inexplicable farce quickly became a hot topic in Violet City. Countless people were talking about the feat of these townspeople's escape from death, and marveling at their astonishing good luck.
——If they don't break out of the blockade in time, it will be too late in a few days. What awaits them is the thorough purification and cleansing of the temple judges. By then, no one will care whether they are really infected by the plague. In this way, wouldn't it be great to be able to take a risky fight before being purged and finally clarify the truth? Lucky
Perhaps this is the Dragon God? Blessing, only punish the guilty, so that the innocent can be spared? Some Temple believers think so
And only the people involved understand that everything they have obtained is indeed from the favor of the gods, but that god is not the dragon god.
——He does not help those in need, pity all weak?existences, but only pays attention to those who dare to take the initiative to make?changes for their inner?beliefs and desires.
——When they made a "choice", they were already bathed in the gaze of the god and received his blessing.