The boundless darkness.
Amelia couldn't feel the existence of the eyes, her whole body was in torn pain, and she wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound.
She seemed to be floating in mid-air, slowly losing consciousness, losing her senses and body, like duckweed blown by the north wind, floating back and forth in the darkness, being swallowed up bit by bit.
No, no... I want to live...
Amelia woke up suddenly from the pain. She didn't know where it was or what happened. She was panicked and overwhelmed. She wanted to cry but couldn't feel the tears. Ken let go.
She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, and wanted to give up, so she insisted on reciting 123 silently to cheer herself up.
It's okay, if you persist, someone will come to save her.
Someone will definitely come to rescue her, and she will never give up until the last moment.
The pain of being devoured by the soul is more unbearable than the pain of the body. She has endured it for a long time, and she can't feel the passage of time. She just feels that the pain seems to last forever. Gradually, she wonders why no one has given her a knife. Happier than now.
But she always had a glimmer of hope.
God... Alfonso, He will come to save her.
He has such a domineering personality, and he will never allow anyone other than him to kill her.
It is this small hope that supports her crumbling mind and soul flame, so that it will not be completely extinguished under erosion.
The dividing line eroded by light stays near her knees, bright or dark, crumbling, sometimes so strong that people can't open their eyes, sometimes weak like a candle flickering in the wind, but it is firmly attached to her soul , did not advance a point.
"… Why?"
The ice-cold and clear voice resounded in every inch of her soul, echoing in the boundless abyss.
"Are you tired of living? Why persist?"
Amelia thought about this question in a daze.
tired…
Tired, why not tired.
But apart from a newborn baby, where in the world is there a person who is not tired
There are tens of thousands of people who are more tired than me. I am one of the most relaxed people. Why should I give up
Can live, why should I die
Amelia replied in her heart.
"...Really?" The voice laughed softly, with a bit of cold tenderness.
"Then give it a try and let me see how strong your determination is."
The light flickered, and suddenly enlarged at a certain moment, and the dark world was eroded by white. There is a faint bright color floating in front of my eyes, and everything I see is extremely dazzling and hazy.
Amelia's eyes went blank, and it took a while to see the scene in front of her again, and found a mirror in front of her.
A familiar yet unfamiliar picture was reflected in the mirror.
It was a deserted street corner, and curled up in the corner was a familiar dark elf, covered in wounds and unconscious.
This is the scene when she picks up the elf. As soon as Amelia realized this, she saw the picture in the mirror slowly playing. A girl with a blurred face walked into the corner of the alley and picked up the dark elf.
Wearing a long white dress, she is gentle and considerate, and she loves to laugh, taking care of the injured elf.
The elf hated her very much at first, but after a long time, she would occasionally look down at her, and the ice-like eyes gradually softened, becoming focused and gentle. It began to take the initiative to do housework, go out to earn money, and reduce the pressure of life for girls living in poverty.
The elf fell in love with her.
The two exchanged vows under the moonlit night.
"See? Even if it's not you, it will fall in love with someone else, anyone."
You fart.
Amelia gritted her teeth and scolded, scolding this damned God of Light tens of thousands of times in her heart.
Yes, God of Light.
When those vaguely malicious rays of light attacked, she noticed the familiar smell in it.
This bastard's God of Light, like a Xiaoqiang, can't be beaten to death no matter how hard he beats, and he's still making up her mind here.
Be angry, be angry, you win if you can take my body away. Amelia gave him a middle finger in her heart.
"…You do not believe?"
The voice paused for a moment, and then said: "Okay, then I will show you something else."
The scene that appeared in the mirror this time was very familiar.
The dark sky, the blood-colored earth, the trembling human beings, and a group of believers who staggered and pulled the rope in the forest.
The lead one was her.
Isn't that what happens when the sun goes down? Why show her these
Amelia didn't speak, the bad feeling weighed down her heart.
I saw that the picture suddenly zoomed out, and there was a suspended dark throne on top of layers of dark clouds. A familiar god sat on it, and his eyes seemed to have extinguished the eternal cold galaxy, cold and indifferent.
He looked down at the small figure on the ground, but his eyes were empty, unable to reflect anything.
What a great existence God is, when He returns to the position of God, when He restores all the memories of the past, the divinity will suppress the humanity, and all useless emotions will disappear.
The saint who was once full of love and affection looked no different from other humans.
More annoying than other ants at best.
Can't kill it? Then let her die.
The rain of blood fell all over the sky, mixed with strong malice and hatred, and covered the whole body and face of the saint. Her pupils shrank sharply, and she raised her head and looked at the sky with wide eyes.
Those empty blue eyes met the god's cold eyes.
The god looked down at her, and there was a flash of joy in his eyes.
Amelia stared blankly at the picture, her heart ached. It turned out that the person who killed many of her companions at that time...was him
A low whisper sounded at some point in the darkness.
"Kill her."
"Destroy her, make her suffer."
"Sinners who bewitch the gods."
"She deserves to die!!"
Amelia could tell who the voice was coming from, it was the sound from the tip of her tongue that she had bitten carefully, and the pale lips that left the marks of her teeth.
He, wants her to die so much
The thick malice from her lover enveloped her, making her seem to fall into a bottomless abyss, and the cold wind blowing into her heart seemed to be empty.
Those vicious words that were repeated silently drilled into her brain, and she would not let go of them repeating loudly in her ears, cursing, as if they wanted to imprint into every part of her body.
The rain of blood gradually spread from the mirror to the outside world. Inside and outside the mirror, the two girls with the same appearance were covered in blood and dirt.
The two pairs of empty pupils gradually overlapped.
The soul flame was dim and slowly extinguished.
The God of Light chuckled in satisfaction.
It started to rain in the sky, and the continuous drops of water fell down and hit the eaves, making a tick-tick sound.
"... The statue of the God Empress of the temple has been erected, and various places are also urgently speeding up the construction. It is expected to be completed within two or three days."
The pope knelt on the ground, the coldness penetrated into the bones of his knees along the white jade floor, the cold was piercing to the bone, but he didn't dare to move, and knelt straight.
God seems to be in a bad mood today.
He said, "Too slow."
The pope shuddered.
"The subordinates will remind you again, tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely be done."
The people under the steps explained with trembling voices, the god frowned irritably, moved his fingers slightly, the noisy and annoying voice stopped, and the empty hall returned to silence.
"Boom!"
He dropped something down.
The hard spherical object rolled down the steps, making a loud and crisp sound, and rolled until it reached the platform under the long steps, hitting the Pope's knee and stopping.
"Use this thing to replace the eyes on my god's statue."
When the word "I" was mentioned, the god's face darkened for a moment, obviously acting as the God of Light made him very sick.
"yes."
The Pope didn't dare to raise his head. He stopped for a moment and saw that the god above him didn't move any more. He knew it was time to leave, and quietly retreated through the gate.
The door was closed again, and there was no one else in the hall.
Looking at the dried chicken carcasses swaying in the wind under the eaves in the distance, the corner of his lips twitched, and the mask of the snow-like beauty fell away, and he suddenly smiled wickedly and recklessly.
It's good that the God of Light has fallen.
When He died, not only made room for the saint, but also gave her a chance to become a god, and those beliefs that remained on the statue would also become a stepping stone for her to go further.
Even this huge Holy See, with millions of believers... will become her cornerstone.
The God of Light will gradually withdraw from everyone's sight, the Queen of God will take power, and all beliefs will be transferred from the God of Light to the Queen of God... All of this will be completed within a hundred years, and from then on there will only be two gods in the world.
The dark god, and his queen.
The fire ignited throughout the entire continent, and the sparks gathered into mountains. The day when the qualitative change came was the day when the saint became a god.
When the god came back, the room was dark.
The magic lamp dimmed, and the reclining chair where the saintess often nestled was empty, only the half-woven shawl was thrown aside randomly, and the lines were messed up in a mess.
People are not there.
Did you go to play in the garden
He glanced from the window, the rain was still falling, the flowers were beaten in a mess, and there were no footprints on the muddy ground.
Could it be that he ran away from home
The god frowned, thinking that the saint could do this, and she might be hiding in a corner and laughing at the moment. He immediately wanted to bring the saint back, but her dim eyes from the previous quarrel suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Forget it, let her play for a while.
She has been in a bad mood recently, and now that she is caught, she might cry again.
God thought so, sitting on the recliner she often lay on, enveloped by the familiar smell, a little weak, the moonlight came in from the window, reflected on the ground, looking lonely and deserted.
Is it so cold in this hall
It seems to be cold to the heart.
The little tentacles sneaked back from outside the door, holding a small bag of pastries with the tip of the hand, with some food crumbs in the mouth, and slyly lay down on the side of the bed.
It has a little nest next to the bed.
Soft and fluffy, the saint made it by herself, and even put a few toys inside. She kept a small horn, just like the delicate and beautiful Pomeranian she raised in modern times.
The god sat in the deserted temple, from night to dawn, the black figure nestled in the corner, like a lonely soul wandering in the ruins.
The moment the sun jumped to the ground, the god who had not moved for a long time opened his eyes, spread his five fingers, and searched in the void.
He was looking for the thread of fate belonging to the saint, and followed the guidance of fate to find her trace.
After playing for so long, it's time to come back.
When I came back, I told her everything, saying that He had found a solution, so that she would not have to run out again next time.
Then apologize to her again, he is indeed a little irritable today. The Dark God has never said convincing words, but the saint is different to him, different from everyone else.
God looked for it again, but couldn't find it.
He straightened up, leaned forward, and searched back and forth among those lines for her, the line of fate that He was extremely familiar with.
Every living being has a thread of destiny that belongs to him, even if he dies, it will not disappear, but will be broken naturally from the moment breathing stops, and a new one will grow from the break.
He used to spy on her every move with the thread of fate, and he saw it yesterday, and it was there, exuding a light different from others.
So it's impossible not to.
The god kept rummaging, searching over and over again, until his eyes hurt. His sharp eyebrows and eyes were a little at a loss, and his subordinates became more and more out of proportion.
Many unknown golden threads broke under His reckless actions, and there were faint cracks in the void. This space could not bear such a heavy pressure. If it ruptured, all the creatures on the mainland would die.
It would be a catastrophe, and not even the gods could survive the loss of all faith.
But the God of Darkness didn't have the time to take care of that.
His eyes were bloodshot, his temples were throbbing, and he was desperately searching for the trace of the saint. The black magic power spread out, not only in the void, but also swept every inch of the mainland, digging three feet to find her.
Not in the sanctuary, not in the city, not on the ground, not in the sky, not in the depths of the earth.
why not
How could it not