I Know This God

In the newly rebuilt British Cathedral, Fury wore only a thin shirt, and his hands were nailed to the cross, making him extremely weak.

This is the method used by the Holy See to punish. The nails that hold his hands are specially refined, which can suppress all the aura in his body and make him temporarily change back to an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who has been nailed for ten days in this way, even if he does not die, may be half-life.

The British Cathedral, the number of people who have been here in the past few days has suddenly increased several times than usual.

Those were all because of the people who had family and friends who died at Fury's hands that night.

They knelt down in front of the statue of Jehovah, then stood up, insulting Fury in every possible way, saying many vicious curses.

Under the statue of Jehovah, there was a nun who could not kneel down. Her eyes had no eyeballs, only a hollow.

Anna's eyes were removed by the pope's hands, and there was no possibility of recovery.

Fortunately, she is already in the Martial Sovereign Realm, even if she loses her eyes, at least she can still feel it with aura.

It's just that the originally kind and kind face adds a bit of horror.

The people who came to insult Fury came and went, and finally stopped until the evening.

After they left, the huge church finally left only Anna and Ferry.

Anna slowly raised her head and looked at Fury with her hollow eyes.

"This is already the fifth day."

They are here like this, five days have passed,

Fury's sentence has just passed halfway, but Zhang Chuyi's time limit has come to an end.

"After tonight, if you don't see Zhang Chuyi visiting the holy mountain, you can sing a funeral song for him."

On the cross, Fury's head hangs weakly, and if not for his breath, it almost makes people feel that he is dead.

Although he could not react, he could not hear Anna's words.

...

In the palace ward, Song Qianqian kept guarding in the ward, her eyes cried and swollen long ago, and she almost fainted from exhaustion.

As a result, the wound on the stomach could not continue to heal, and blood began to penetrate the outer layer of the gauze.

She was sitting by the window, carefully guarding the last seven-star lamp.

There was no slight breeze in the room, but the flames in the lamp were still swaying, as if it would go out at any time.

Song Qianqian's eyes were red and swollen, holding her hands on both sides of the Seven-Star Lantern, and prayed in a low voice.

"Don't go out, don't, please..."

"Zhang Chuyi, you wake up soon..."

...

Zhang Chuyi has been standing at the fork for a long time.

There is no concept of time here, as if ten thousand years have passed, and as if only one hour has passed.

He stood there, still thinking.

Which road should he go on?

On the muddy trail, the repulsive force still exists, making Zhang Chuyi unable to settle down.

Baijie Avenue still exudes that affinity, as if welcoming Zhang Chuyi's arrival.

As long as he wants to, he can walk on Baijie Avenue now.

However, he couldn't explain clearly, he always felt that if he walked up there, he would regret it.

He is still thinking, he is still hesitating, he is still entangled.

Suddenly, the light of Baijie Avenue began to weaken, and the muddy path gradually began to hide in the mist.

The two roads still disappeared at the same time.

Zhang Chuyi panicked for no reason, knowing that if he didn't make a decision, it would be too late.

He raised his foot, trying to step on the muddy path, but the repulsive force was even stronger.

He turned to Baijie Avenue again, but there seemed to be something in his heart that kept him unable to settle down.

"Zhang Chuyi, you wake up soon..."

In the mist, a distant call suddenly came.

He doesn't know who this voice is, he just feels that this voice is very important to him.

He stared at the mist, the feet placed above Baijie Avenue, slowly retracted.

He stood in place, watching the two roads dimmed and then disappeared completely.

The front was once again in the mist, and there was no road in front of him.

The place where he steps on is the end.

At the same time, in the ward, the last light that Song Qianqian was protecting was finally extinguished.

The heartbeat, which had been beating at a fixed frequency, suddenly stretched into a straight line.

When the alarm sounded, Li Changsheng and Chen Minghui arrived immediately.

Seeing Song Qianqian crying on Zhang Chuyi's body, they slowly lowered their heads.

...

"Am I going to die?"

Zhang Chuyi spoke softly, suddenly surprised, and realized that the voice didn't even resemble himself.

He watched the road disappear, and the fog began to flow, as if he was about to swallow himself.

Then suddenly, he saw in the mist, a huge eye.

These mists seemed to become clear suddenly, and he saw that after the confusion, there was a huge eye watching him.

Then he saw another face.

It's hard to describe what kind of face it is. It seems to be just a passerby who can meet at will on the side of the road, without any characteristics.

It seems that everyone looks like him, but everyone is not like him.

Zhang Chuyi stared blankly, as if his normal thinking suddenly came back.

He looked again, and then discovered how huge the person in front of him was.

It's as if your feet are on the ground, your head is against the sky, and your body is not even as thick as one of his eyelashes.

What kind of giant is this, as if he would fill up the world when he stopped here.

Then Zhang Chuyi saw him move.

He drew a giant axe out of the fog, and then roared, full of indomitability and tenacity, brandishing the giant axe, slashing into the endless fog.

It seemed that even the fog had been split by him, and in the space where the sun was not visible, a strong light finally came, shining on Zhang Chuyi.

At this moment, all of his memories, all of a sudden, came out of the depths of his mind.

The earth, blue stars, tall buildings, gods and gods.

He looked at the giant who was still wielding a sharp axe, and took a breath.

"Open the sky with an axe, the founder of the ancestors."

"Pangu!"

The giant seemed to hear Zhang Chuyi's voice, and his huge eyes slowly looked over.

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Chuyi was stunned.

Something seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his soul at once.

After opening it with a shudder, Zhang Chuyi's mind turned back. The giant is gone, the axe is gone, and the light is gone.

All that is around is the growing fog.

"What's the matter? Where is this?"

Zhang Chuyi was puzzled, and suddenly heard a heart-piercing cry in the fog ahead.

"Is Qianqian's voice?"

Zhang Chuyi felt tight, and wanted to chase in the direction where the sound came from.

But as soon as he raised his foot, he suddenly realized that there was no road under his feet, and there was only mist in front of him, full of unknowns.

He was shocked, then chuckled slightly.

"The ancestral **** Pangu broke out of a world in the chaos. Compared with this mere fog, it is nothing."

"Since there is no way, I will come out by myself."

Zhang Chuyi laughed a few times, then raised his foot and stepped into the mist!