Immersed in the river Styx, the god of slander was like drowning. He twisted and struggled, trying to reach out. Suddenly, his movements stopped, he looked at his outstretched hand, his fingers were thin, wrinkled and spotted, and he stroked his face again tremblingly.
This body is getting old... no! He is getting old too! He can't leave this body!
Just when he was in chaos, the saint with the sword of killing God suddenly appeared in front of him.
"!!!"
The blood of the gods was smeared in the Styx River, and the god of slander made a silent scream, his divine power was being taken away, and his divine personality began to shatter. He regretted it, he should have endured for a while longer, and he should have avoided the goddess' youngest son, but he was too impatient and wanted to provoke a dispute between the goddesses, so as to take the opportunity to strengthen his power and gain the supreme position of the king of gods.
He should... He should...
"The slander is... I won't die!" He roared for the last time in the Styx River. "When you have a crack in your heart, I will make a comeback! At that time, the position of the king of gods will be mine! The world will be mine!"
In the roar, Theo's body and the gods contained in it were completely reduced to ashes by the river Styx.
Lucius took the sword, and his first reaction was to go to where Arecio was. In the gray-black water of the Styx, Arecio was quietly suspended in place, but a bright red light smeared from his body, vaguely sketching the image of a red fish.
"…Alessi!"
"Don't move!" The words of the youngest son of the goddess, who had regained most of her divine power, couldn't resist the people in the world at all. Rutius was forced to stop in place, and the mighty Styx water flowed slowly between them.
"I really like you." Arecio lowered his head, he didn't want to embarrass himself, "Maybe when I saw you by the Styx, I liked you very much."
"You shine, wear a crown, and have experienced all kinds of adventures to protect the world. You are different from a prisoner like me who can only wander in the Styx."
"Maybe because of this love and yearning, after entering the world, my original dream was to become a hero full of brilliance, and to live in the songs of the bard for a long time, but... I don't regret becoming a blood clan, because in this way, I can met you."
He took a deep breath and swam slowly towards the immobile saint.
He kissed the saint's beautiful blue eyes, and his slightly pointed fangs touched his eyes a little.
"...I look after you and give you eternal life that can end at any time."
Arecio opened his mouth, his red pupils seemed to be bright in the dimness, and the sound of the surging of the Styx came from far and near, Ruzius felt as if something was swimming on his back, the end of the radiant around his waist. Peregrine's gods scattered from his shoulders, replaced by red fish tattoos covering his back, and the little red fish closed his eyes as if sinking in deep water, or sinking in a dream.
The tidal sound resounded again, and the glass bottle that Arecio had kept in his pocket shattered, and the elf flew out, flying around him with the one born later. Some gigantic phantoms passed over Arecio's head, that was Behemoth, that was Leviathan and Perch, and the river Styx began to flow, and would take his child back to his mother. The three pillars can only be counted as an audience, and they will return to the world. The youngest son will stay forever, the only bright color wandering in the dark river.
Everything is like when it started.
Riding on Behemoth's back, Arecio was still looking back. Leviathan tried to make him laugh, but when he blinked his eyes, Arecio almost burst into tears.
"I really like him."
[…]
[God is very good at protecting himself, and when you return to your father and mother, he will be forgotten.]
Arecio was silent.
The blackness in front of him grew thicker and thicker, and he felt that Bechymos was piercing the earth, so he also closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the dim light floated softly.
He shook the gauze-like fish tail and floated up from the water. The shore was gray and barren, and countless dark shadows were moving. He was familiar with such a scene, but seeing it at this moment was filled with sadness for some reason.
He stared at the shining door that conveyed the soul for a long time.
* * *
[Quick, commit suicide.]
When Luzius opened his eyes, he heard the sound of Peregrine Branch before he could burst out.
He should have also been urged to leave the world, and Peregrine's tone was very urgent. He also threw the three children over, and then urged Ruzius again.
[Hurry up! Won't really die! The guardian of the three pillars can temporarily maintain the door, you still have time!]
Rutius looked at the white bird, and the perch jumped as he saw it.
[I admit! I'm drinking, can't I? Can't I drink it? !]
[I! He is stupid! Hurry up and give him a knife!]
I: "… "
Rutius: "..."
Without hesitation, Ruzius used the God-killing sword to pass through his chest. There were also roses wrapped around the hilt of the sword, reminding him of his own home with Arecio, the roses that covered the courtyard walls.
He felt his soul detached from his body, passing through a gleaming door into a grey wasteland.
"Your porridge and bread," someone said, and the two items were handed to him almost immediately. Ruzius felt that his brain was empty, and he only remembered what he was urgent to do. As a result, after a few seconds, he was not even in a hurry, just looked down at two things.
"This is the last earthly thing you can enjoy, cherish it."
There is light on him, and the guards on the banks of the Styx call this a "crown", indicating that this soul is a hero in the world, so it is especially polite.
Holding the porridge and bread, the saint slowly left the crowd and came to the bank of the Styx.
He could hardly remember anything, one mouthful of bread and one mouthful of porridge, and the food soon ran out. He looked at the leftover croissant and the empty porridge bowl, and raised his eyes a little, the Styx guard was coming this way, as if to recycle the porridge bowl.
After thinking about it, he washed the bowl in the Styx River with peace of mind, and put it in his arms, while the croissant was tightly clasped in his hand.
Styx: "… "
The Styx guard who received the bowl looked at him with empty hands, and said in amazement:
"Where's the bowl?"
"ate."
"… "
After struggling for a while, the guard scratched his head, thinking that the soul might be extremely hungry, so he bypassed him to collect other people's bowls. No one will care about Ruzius now, the souls who have completed the final ritual will be free to scatter in the wasteland, time will smooth out all their characteristics, and finally they will become black shadows, wandering here forever.
For some reason, Rutius knew that he was not here to seek such a result.
His eyes gradually shifted to the River Styx.
He found a corner where no one was around, put a croissant in an empty bowl, and dipped the empty bowl into the river Styx. Styx was very dark, he couldn't see what was underwater, just squinted and waited quietly.
A bright red tail suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
This red tail swims in the dark river, like a fire, many luminous elves surround him, like the stars holding the moon, in the black river water is so beautiful and dreamy. Ruzius held the bowl more and more patiently, and suddenly, a small red fish appeared from the front of the bowl.
"Are you a fool? Who would be fooled like this!"
The little red fish said contemptuously, and the elves jumped up and down beside him, responding very dog-legged.
Looking at Luzius' expressionless face even if he was mocked, Xiao Hongyu felt bored and sank with a flick of his tail.
About ten seconds passed.
The little red fish came out again.
"Are you a fool? Who would be fooled like this!"
After he finished mocking to the fullest, he turned his head again and disappeared into the depths of the Styx.
Rutius: "..."
He seemed to have found something.
For the third time, the little red fish had just raised its head, and before he could open his mouth, Luzius had already picked up the words indifferently.
"I don't know if I'm an idiot. Your memory is really poor. It's only about ten seconds."
"… "
The little red fish held it in his chest in one breath, and the elves panicked and gave him a good breath.
"However, doesn't that show how attractive this piece of bread is to you? Three times in a row."
"That's not it! I saw the bright water on the water! Who made your hair so shiny!" Xiao Hongyu said stiffly for a second, "You still put the bowl here! It made a lot of ripples, of course I want to come and see it!"
"Three times?"
"To shut up!"
"It's so pitiful, so pitiful." Ruzius sighed, "Forget it, I'll give you a taste."
"I don't!"
"That's great."
Ruzius prepared to take the bowl out of the water without hesitation. Xiao Hongyu was stunned at first, then he reacted, jumped up, and threw himself into the bowl.
Do not! He wants to eat now.
He bit the croissant and looked up triumphantly to see the expression of this dog-in-a-dog, but the sudden sway made him hit the bowl wall with gold stars in his eyes. Ruzius ran with the bowl in his hand, and opened his hand to protect the little red fish inside. This familiar scene made Styx sluggish before he could react.
History repeats itself!
It was impossible for Styx to let this human soul succeed again. He rushed at an unprecedented speed to bring back his child. Unexpectedly, Ruzius seemed to have already thought about it. He was very close to the glowing door, so he threw the bowl and the little red fish in the bowl out of the door without hesitation!
Little Red Fish: "???"
Turning back, he faced the menacing Styx, and as he approached the door, his memories recovered one by one.
"Father."
He was expressionless but called out with sincerity.
The River Styx is cracking and cracking! ! !
Luzius had disappeared into the door, the rushing river water remained in a state of claws and claws, and the Styx guard was trembling, not even daring to look up at the Styx.
- The skirt of the goddess came, and the skirt led the Styx back into the river again, but this time, there were no little red fish cruising in it.
[The covenant is my covenant with Carlotti, she will not embarrass my child, the child who resolved the hatred between us.]
[As long as you don't use divine power, what will happen in the world?]
She spoke softly, and Styx gradually calmed down.
[I also like the way he looks in the world.]The goddess smiled slightly, [Little wings, little fangs, how cute.]
[My child, my...]
[Alessi.]
* * *
He woke up.
Surrounded by silence that was not found in the deepest night, he gradually found his body, and a soft, slightly moist touch came from his fingertips. The first restored sense of touch activated other senses, and he gradually smelled the delicate fragrance of flowers, and heard a certain heartbeat that was close at hand.
A neurotic heartbeat rang beside him, Arecio turned his head blankly, his memory still stuck in the river Styx.
He is...
His lips suddenly became hot, and then the tip of his tongue touched his fangs. Arecio stepped back in shock. A dull sound of "dong" sounded from the back of his head. Someone protected the back of his head in advance. Stuffy.
"woke up?"
The rustling sound of the fabric rubbing sounded, this time it was the side of the neck that was kissed, and Arecio's reason suddenly returned to the cage, and he pressed the neurotic head to hold him down.
"This is at… "
"In the coffin."
Arecio was silent for a few seconds, then went for the handle from memory, which he remembered was a screw-top coffin.
After touching it for a long time, the original position of the handle was extremely smooth.
"… "
What the hell is this coffin!
"You forgot, the coffin has been repaired and opened in a different way." The saint put a small remote control into Arecio's hand, and Arecio held the remote control, as if there were 10,000 Hulls in his heart Godon is running.
"New technology, automatic lifting of the coffin lid."
"… "
are you crazy! ! !
No matter how Aresio complained in his heart, the coffin lid slowly rose, the light from the outside cast in, and some surprise sounds came in, as if there was a salute, and Arecio vaguely saw the splendid scenery around him.
"Sisi!"
"Alessi!"
Arecio sat up, hugged a few children, and then he glanced sideways, and the saint also stood up beside him, with some petal feathers of star and moon roses on his hair.
Arecio couldn't help laughing. The first time he was pulled in, it was a lunatic who wanted to save him from the fire and rain. He also used the power of the Styx to save the dying lunatic. Now waking up from here again, he just feels amazing and wants to smile.
The saint turned his sky-colored eyes, and Alessio's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
The elves flew between them, and in the moist breath of Xingyue Rose, fate seemed to start to mark red with joy again.
The stars and the moon are immortal, the elves float—
doomed.