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This is a village shrouded in mist all year round. Because there are no living people in it, there is a dead atmosphere everywhere. The wooden houses have been decayed. When the wind blows, the wooden doors shake and make unpleasant creaking noises. The ground was bare and polluted by amazing resentment, even the tenacious weeds were dead.
The snow-capped mountains in the distance can be seen in the village, which is also shrouded in a cloud of mist.
Behind the village, there are many tombs scattered all over the place, with crooked crosses stuck on them. There is a small stone church at the end of the tomb. The bell on the top of the church can still be used. When the wind blows, it makes a continuous sound. In such an environment, the bell is really creepy.
The black lizard leather boots made a dull sound when they stepped on a piece of rotten wood, and the cloak with a flame pattern outlined in silver thread passed by the mossy stone well beside it.
"It really looks like a village infested by demons." The visitor said.
"However, the truth is just the opposite." The other person said, unlike his companions, he did not wear any fancy clothes. He was wearing a mask, and his whole body exuded a very strange feeling, as if he wanted to merge with the fog of. "This place was harmed by the Church of Light."
They are Hill and Monroe, and this village is the place where Monroe was born.
Hill looked around the environment here, it was very similar to the CG scenery in the Diablo game, "It feels like all kinds of monsters will pop out at any time."
"It's also possible." Monroe said, "The atmosphere here is too dark and rotten."
"Do the dead die?" Hill asked.
Monroe shook his head, "No."
"Why?"
"Because they were killed by the most orthodox light force." Monroe said this in a steady voice, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "so even if there is outrageous resentment, the corpse will not change."
"What a mockery." Hill walked to the small church and pushed the door, but the door fell off and fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
"It's really ironic." Monroe stepped into the chapel first, and he touched Hill's shoulder. Hill was bumped into a sideways body, then smiled and raised his hands to show his innocence, and made way for Monroe.
The scenery in the church unfolded in front of the two of them.
All the utensils in the church are made of high-quality wood, so the signs of decay are not obvious, the wall skin and gravel have fallen off a lot, and there are all kinds of garbage on the ground... But the church itself is just garbage.
Monroe walked in front of the statue of the God of Light and looked up at it. The face of the God of Light is missing a piece, and now it looks hideous.
Hill patted the pew in the church, and then he found that it was too dusty to clean, so he sat down directly.
The light was dim, and on the stained glass over there was the scene of the devil being tied to the stake and being roasted by fire.
Hill looked at Monroe's back and said, "Should I comfort you?"
"Never mind," Monroe said.
"Then you have to let me say something, otherwise I'll be holding back and feeling very uncomfortable." Hill said.
"You can say what you want," Monroe said.
So Hill said, "I want to comfort you."
… This comes full circle and back again.
The corner of Monroe's mouth seemed to droop, "That's up to you."
"It's all in the past," Hill said.
"I know." Monroe replied.
"Well... well, after thinking about it, I feel that there is really no need to comfort you, because you know everything." Hill said, "In fact, you basically know everything all the time, but you used to know everything about human nature and this world. The world has expectations."
"Now I still have expectations for humanity and this world." Monroe raised his hand, and a cloud of black mist appeared in the palm of his hand, rushing towards the statue of the God of Light, "It's just that my expectations will not blind my brain .”
"Your words are so handsome." Hill said sincerely, "It's really delicious."
"I'm just telling the truth." Monroe loosened his five fingers, the black mist dissipated, and he pinched the face of the statue of the God of Light into the appearance of the contemporary pope.
"It's moving because it's the truth." Hill said sincerely, "But what are you doing when you talk about it? Do you think about people when you see things?"
Monroe turned his head and took a slow look at Hill, only to see Hill leaning on the church pew with his legs crossed, his arms stretched out on the back of the chair, as if he was at home. This glance left Monroe speechless, "Speak carefully."
"I don't." Hill said with a grin.
"Well, you are my lord, and you have the final say," Monroe said.
"So seeing such a tasteful person is acquired by me will give me a sense of accomplishment." Hill said.
"There is a big difference between 'this sentence has a smell' and 'this person has a smell'. I have to declare that although some people in the church do not take a bath and think it is a symbol of holiness, the holy scriptures of the church There’s no such thing in the book, so I’m still very hygienic,” Monroe said.
This is different from the Middle Ages. Although this kind of saying is circulated here, there is no absolute clause saying so. In the Middle Ages, people believed that a dirty body could be closer to God, and people would even canonize people who had enough gas without taking a bath as saints. San Simeon let the worms crawl across his festering wounds but never woke up... ah, it was suffocating, suffocating on all levels.
"It's kind of cute that you will explain this kind of thing." Hill put his hands on his face and said with a smile.
"I don't care what other people think, but because I care about you, I want to be better in your eyes." Monroe said nonchalantly. You can talk about love so calmly. "The other thing is to change His face into the contemporary Pope, because I just wanted to do something as soon as I entered the church. It might be more enjoyable to change it into the face of the Pope..." He stretched out his hand again, destroying Sexual breath appeared, and the statue of the God of Light began to collapse inch by inch.
The handsome face of the former paladin is now full of killing intent.
Hill knew that his eyes on Monroe became greedy a little bit.
"Let's go." Monroe turned around, and the black mist poured out from the gaps in his armor, spreading out in all directions, and everything it touched instantly turned into rotten dust. Dust candlesticks, sculptures, tables, benches.
Monroe walked up to Hill just as the bench he was sitting on began to crumble to ashes and held out his hand.
Hill stretched out his hand, held it, and was pulled up by Monroe. When he stood up straight, the bench was completely reduced to fly ash.
After the two walked out of the chapel, Hill turned around and saw that the entire church was entangled by tentacles condensed by black mist. The tentacles tightened and the church collapsed.
Then the black mist rushed towards Monroe like a hurricane, and penetrated again through the gaps in his armor. The black mist rolled in Monroe's eyes, and his whole body was very ferocious and tyrannical.
Seeing Monroe like this, Hill walked over and pulled out the knight sword at his waist. Then he knelt down and inserted the sword into the ground, and began to whisper the magic spell he saw in the ancient book:
"Freshmenhocfiatterra, etherbagerminareatergo..."
The long incantation continuously pulled out his strength, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the blackness on the land dimmed a lot, gradually turning into an ordinary color. After a few minutes the general appearance of the village remained the same, but something seemed completely different—the original sense of lifelessness was gone.
Hill stood up, pulled out the sword and handed it to Monroe. Monroe took the sword and reinserted it into the scabbard.
"You didn't say thank you to me." Hill pouted, "I saved this land again."
"Um... thanks, if you want to hear it," Monroe said.
"It's so cold and forced." Hill complained, and walked out of the village with his hands behind his back.
Monroe followed up: "Because I always prefer to express it directly with actions rather than words."
"I feel like you're connotating me and thinking I talk too much," Hill said.
"You're too sensitive. Everywhere," Monroe said.
"Monroe???"
"Ah, what?"
"... Uh, it's okay, I was thinking too much."
"You didn't think much about it."
"..."
Hill kicked Monroe directly.
Monroe then used blood magic to find the remains of his parents and reburied them.
Hill looked at Monroe from the side, and said, "When we're done, this land will probably come back to life after I dispel the resentment, and we can live in seclusion here."
Monroe thought for a while, and answered honestly: "Actually, I would rather live in seclusion somewhere in the Demon Realm."
"Your sister, my proposal is not for you." Hill kicked him again.
Monroe thought for a while, and continued to answer honestly: "I will be nostalgic, but I will not be nostalgic."
"That's it..." Hill said, "That's good."
"Well, that's good." Monroe filled the soil and said.
"Don't need a cross?" Hill asked.
Monroe froze for a moment, "Cross?"
"Well... After all, your parents are members of the Illuminati Church, so let's set up one for them." Hill said.
Monroe looked at Hill for a few seconds, and finally nodded, "Okay."
"Oh, I think you know it. I don't have any hatred for God itself. I don't judge myself for not knowing or understanding. What I hate is human beings who use the name of God to do whatever they want," Hill said.
"I know. You have always been wise." Monroe bent his lower lip. He cut a cross out of a tree branch and inserted it on his parents' grave, and then injected a little magical power to prevent the wooden cross from decaying quickly.
After doing all this, the sky has darkened. The broken stars in the sky are like fluorescent powder sprinkled on the night sky, and the crescent moon is like sequins attached to it.
Night has come.
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