13 Mink Street

"Decarust, didn't you say that this place is just a miasma of mist?"

Pu'er, who was wearing a long black dress and a red hood, asked Dicalost who was standing beside him.

The intersecting area in front of us, which lies between two damaged spaces, is clearly filled with a black mire that exudes a terrifying smell of pollution. The degree of pollution is so serious that if you just take out a bowl and bring it back, you can easily take it back in the secular world. It triggered a terrible plague that destroyed a country.

Decarust pondered for a moment, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Pu'er:

"Don't tell me that the last time you came here was more than a thousand years ago. For some places, nothing will change in a hundred thousand years."

Decarost nodded and said: "Yes, that's right, it's not a change in a hundred thousand years or even a thousand years, but a change in the past year."

As he spoke, Decarust pointed forward, and a fallen angel flew straight in. Before long, the angel's originally tough body was like a wax block placed on a hot pot, gradually melting.

Decarost pursed his lips: "During the time we embarked on this journey, the world was also undergoing drastic changes. A large number of gods died in a short period of time, causing an 'accumulation' of impact."

"What is the direct relationship between the fall of the gods and this place?"

"If there was no connection, why would our new generation of God of Order send us to look for this place?

The God of Order of the previous generation had clearly become the overlord of the era, so why did he resort to expelling the gods, and then at the end of this era, forcibly dragged the gods to be buried together in the same way? "

"This is just your guess. In fact, even Karen is not sure about the true function of heaven."

"He doesn't need to be sure. You, I..." Decarust pointed around again, "We don't need to be sure. Not everything needs to be obsessed with the answer, because we are likely to be part of the answer."

"I don't like the doctrine of fatalism."

"This is not fate, a great ideal, a careful plan, a vast project, the general trend driven by the continuous efforts and efforts of generations, is like a huge wheel, whether you are willing or not, They will all be crushed."

"Decarust, are you praising order?"

"Don't forget, I graduated from the University of Order. In terms of the original purpose, Phileas and I are the same. We are exchange students, hostages, and binding objects that penetrate each other's ideologies.

The similarity is that both Philas and I have become familiar with and have a deep understanding of order from the perspective of the enemy. It is no exaggeration to say that the two of us understand order better than Ukunga and Protaras, who were originally priests of order at the time. True meaning.

Both of us know that the Cult of Order, which has grown to its current scale, is completely invincible. The purpose of establishing this Cult was not to compete in the church circle!

The difference is that Phileas chose to continue trying, he failed, and he went crazy; and I left my job in the Abyss Cult to become an explorer.

Haha, I know you have always been wary of me. "

Pu'er: "You are my idol. I still remember how excited I was when I first met you after Karen revived you. However, you were so undisguised after we had been together for such a long time. It was Karen who gave you the first A second life, and you are still a devout believer in the abyss."

“I didn’t change or hide because I knew it was meaningless. When I agreed to embark on this journey again, I roughly knew the ending.

Oh, there is one thing to hide, that is, I did not deliberately explain to him in detail the degree of danger of this journey, especially the changes that may occur here as the gods continue to fall.

Otherwise, he may not be willing to let you come and lead this expedition group. "

The expedition team is large in size and consists of elites from various departments selected from the Cult of Kosmos. However, despite this, many people were lost along the way here. What is even more frightening is that among the people who are still alive, Already, one-third of the people show signs of pollution.

Even if returning here means having to go back the same way we came, the number of people who are contaminated will only double and increase. By then, there will probably not be many healthy people left in the entire group.

That is to say, the expedition team of Order can still be supported by faith. If it were any other expedition team, it would have collapsed due to internal strife.

"You misjudged him. He is willing to give up. This is a gamble in which all chips are destined to be thrown in. He has no way out."

"Oh, yes, including you?"

"Including all his family members, he himself was already in custody long ago. Too many people have died. He has no room for escape and selfishness. He is also the most painful."

"Okay, that's no trouble. Now that we've reached this point, it's up to you to decide, can't we get through?" Decarost showed a smile, "He has already been escorted, it's your turn."

Pu'er looked around at the priests who were suffering from pollution, pain and harsh environment, and said firmly:

"Only when we see heaven will our sacrifices be meaningful. Let's move forward."

The expedition team begins to move forward.

They are like a small military formation, with formation mages, spell mages and priests providing peripheral defense. The personnel in the middle area will be replaced and rested. As for Ranedal, he is at the core position, distributing divine power and blessing the overall situation.

However, not long after entering this polluted quagmire, breaches began to appear one by one.

Those who were suddenly swallowed up and disappeared were fine. What was even more frightening was that some people started to go crazy and had signs of attacking their companions.

Fortunately, there is discipline in the team, and everyone has gained inertia up to this point. For a partner who is about to be contaminated, people around him will take action to end his life in time, and then move on.

Halfway through the march, Ranedal reached out and touched his bald head with some helplessness, and his voice rang in the hearts of the leaders of the expedition such as Pu'er, Decarost and Count Recar:

"I can't hold it anymore."

Not even the gods can sustain this marshy river for long.

Decarust responded: "Don't tell them, you remove the divine power to rest and charge, and let them use their lives to help us support the process for a while."

Pu'er said: "It seems that you still don't fully understand the Cult of Kosmos."

Pu'er raised her hand, and her voice was transmitted to the ears of every living priest through the spiritual chain of the spiritual master in the regiment:

"The god in our team no longer has the power to protect the entire team. It needs to rest and retain more power for the final sprint.

Our mission goal is just ahead. Now, I need you to use your lives to help us gain more progress and time.

In my hometown, the Cult of Kosmos is at war with the gods, and many priests have died in the battle.

And this is our battlefield, the place where we die.

Now, your sacrifice is needed. "

Everyone was silent.

But after a brief silence, prayers were fed back to Pu'er through spiritual chains.

She heard a sentence:

"Praise be to the great God of Order."

Immediately, Pu'er sent a message alone: ​​"Stupid dog, take down your defenses and rest."

Ranedal removed the divine protection.

For a time, the number of lost priests began to appear, which was several times more frequent than before, and there were more and more breaches. However, the team did not panic. Everyone seemed to have accepted their own ending. As before, they killed the priests who were about to get lost. Partners continue to be responsible for their own positions and support the entire team to move forward.

It can be said that every step forward now is stepping on the corpse of his companion.

Decarost said with emotion: "Once upon a time, our Abyss Cult also had such a temperament."

Those were the most tumultuous years recorded in "The Singing of the Abyss" in the last era. Abyss believers followed their gods, suppressed the Abyss Hell, and at the same time opened up a paradise that symbolized beauty for mankind.

Pu'er: "When the God of the Abyss takes the initiative to destroy the road to heaven, it means the end of this temperament."

Decarust: "Yes, my lord betrayed the God of Order."

Pu'er: "No, he betrayed himself."

Decarust was speechless.

Pu'er continued: "If He had not looked back, then He would not have fallen over Venn, but would have been left with a place by the God of Order, side by side, just like the God of Order treats light and eternity."

Decarust remained silent.

As the priests died one after another, the size of the team was also shrinking rapidly.

The final collapse is also close at hand.

Earl Rekar opened his arms and began to sing the epic of the Allen family. It was a glorious period of pirates belonging to the Allen family. Compared with the history of the divine religion, it was insignificant and inconspicuous, but it was the beginning of every generation of the Allen clan. I have been hearing stories about growing up since I was a child.

The existing personnel could no longer support the defense. Count Rekar began to burn, and the remaining priests followed his instructions and burned together.

The shadow of a pirate ship appeared at the feet, which gathered the last strength of the sacrificers. This was the latest vehicle technique developed, combining the wisdom of all the coffin residents gathered in Allen Manor at that time.

The ship moved, sailing from the dense firelight toward the boundless darkness.

Pu'er stood on the boat and looked at the light that was disappearing at the stern. It might be because the distance was getting farther and farther, or of course, it might have been burned out.

Count Rekar fell like this.

Pu'er didn't even have time to say goodbye to him, but this is the norm for explorers and pirates. Because farewell is always too sudden, everyone has long been accustomed to saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

Ranedal touched his ear and said: "He actually left a sentence at the end. It was a bit far away. You might not have heard it, but I heard it. Do you want to listen?"

Pu'er shook his head and refused.

Ranedahl laughed.

Because the last thing Count Rekar shouted before his body burned out was: If you can go back alive, have more children with him as soon as possible!

It was obvious that Pu'er knew what he would say.

"He is worth it. He has been lying in the family mausoleum for hundreds of years, and he can still be active for so long after waking up."

As she spoke, Pu'er took off her hood and summoned her wand. She bent down, put the wand against the phantom of the ship, and said:

"Stupid dog, help me untie the symbiosis contract with Karen."

This is the pirate ship of the Allen family, and now she wants to sacrifice the family ship so that it can travel farther.

Ranedal didn't move.

Pu'er shouted: "Stupid dog, do it!"

Ranedal still didn't move.

Pu'er did not continue shouting, flames rose from her body, and she began to burn herself.

No matter how powerful the power of God is, it still can't change anything when faced with someone who wants to die. What's more, Ranedal knows that if he intervenes again, he will inevitably cause an even more extreme reaction from her.

"Oh, why?"

Ranedal let out a sigh, and he couldn't help but think of himself standing on the hillside at noon that day, watching Mills riding a small canoe and sailing into the whirlpool on the bottom of the sea.

He originally thought that after becoming a god, he could change this situation, or at least prevent similar scenes from happening again.

But it seems...no different.

Ranedal stretched out his hand, touched Pu'er's body, and began to help her release the symbiosis contract in her body.

Since it can't be stopped, let's not let Karen be affected by her.

The pirate ship gained speed and could travel for a while longer.

The burning Pu'er looked at Dicalost: "When we reach the other shore, establish a response node so that our Karen can perceive the specific location of heaven."

Decarost nodded, and then he looked at Ranedal:

"What kind of formation do you think can ensure that the message is transmitted in front of heaven and can ensure that the most specific coordinate node is sensed?"

Ranedal's eyes narrowed.

Decarost pointed at the burning Pu'er: "The symbiosis contract between her and God is the best response."

With a sweep of Kevin's palm, the flames on Pu'er's body were immediately extinguished, and the termination of the symbiosis contract naturally ended.

"Stupid dog!"

Kevin tapped Pu'er on the back of the head, and her consciousness, which had already consumed a lot of strength, instantly fell into coma.

Ranedal looked at Decarust: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It's not too late to say it now." Dicarust shrugged. "She has just issued an order for the entire team of priests to sacrifice collectively. If she doesn't do something and die together, she will be very tormented and uncomfortable."

"Oh, you are more considerate than me."

"I can't compare to you. Others can't see it, but I can see it. You have been retaining the power and the taboo of time. You have never used it along the way. Ha, even if I don't remind you, you won't Watch her die.

You want to take her back, you don't want her to die.

Do you know what this means? If you really take her back alive, not only will you have to face the anger from that person, she will also be in great pain. "

Ranedal said nothing.

"Sometimes, what we call protection for the sake of care and intervention for your own good may not be what the protected person wants. God, move forward."

Decarost reached out and dug out his own eyes. Two bloody eyes flew towards Ranedal. Ranedal reached out and grabbed them. In an instant, in the black mire, he saw the way forward.

Decarust, who had lost his eyes, opened his mouth, and a long roar came out of his mouth. Angel shadows appeared one after another, acting as trackers, and began to pull the ship forward.

The price is Decarust's aging body.

"Go on, I know your story, I have also been to Poseidon's lost palace, where I have seen the traces left by the goddess Mills.

She said that she did not regret the day she walked to the sea in exchange for the peace of the sea god and the peace of the prostitutes on the island.

You don't have to feel guilty for not being able to stop her, you did the right thing later, you killed Poseidon.

Now, you don't have to get entangled in protecting her, you should go to heaven! "

Decarust's skin and flesh had fallen off, leaving only a white skeleton, but his bones were still talking:

“Even if order awakens me, I have not converted to order, and even if my Lord betrays me, I have not escaped from the abyss.

Tell Karen,

I have never really believed in him. The reason why I brought you here has nothing to do with God. It is just to help my roommate...and my dear son as a favor. "

What fell together with the words was Dicarlos' bones, which turned into dust.

The angels who acted as trackers fell one after another; the ship also gradually dissipated.

Ranedal picked up the unconscious Pu'er and faced him behind him, but when he looked down at the woman in his arms, he sighed in distress.

The power of time emanated from him.

He turned around again, facing forward, and continued to move forward against the swamp.

After an unknown amount of time, Ranedar's divine body gradually wore away, his divine soul also gradually weakened, and even the divine head had cracks.

"boom!"

The godhead was shattered and the god's throne fell.

At the beginning, he practiced and became a god for the sake of his sister who was walking and dancing on the beach; now, he stepped down from the altar for the sake of this little sister who liked to ride on his back.

When Alfred was writing "New Order of Light", he was unable to write how to describe the dog in front of the main body.

Because his life trajectory is a little too difficult for future generations to understand, and it is completely out of the scope of a story that a god should have.

He seems to have been living in a confused and incomprehensible way, but at the same time he seems to be living very clearly and clearly.

Maybe, he is such a special case.

In the end, Alfred decided to record it truthfully because he vaguely felt that Kevin's experience should resonate greatly with a group of future readers.

"Ah!!!! Woof!"

Ranedal turned back into Kevin, and Pu'er, who lost its protection, also turned back into a cat.

But this big golden retriever still carried the black cat on its back and continued to move forward.

Finally, it got tired and its vision began to blur, but at the moment before it was completely lost, its front paws touched something hard.

With a "pop", it fell down and fell to the bottom of the steps.

Pu'er was thrown down and rolled many times. He opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the towering giant door above, and said doubtfully:

"Stupid dog,

Have we gone to heaven or have we reached paradise? "