Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

There is always some darkness that will be forgotten by history. There is always some light that will be wiped out by the powerful.

What kind of person have I always been? What kind of person am I now? What kind of world do I live in? How much evil, anger and love is there in this land?

——Arthur Morgan, Witcher of the Order of the Cross of the Dawn

"Boss Dutch, the blood slaves in the blood farm in front have been cleaned up by John and Michael."

"It's safe there now!"

Arthur Morgan carried two old holy salt revolvers engraved with the Cross of Light on his waist, and carried a slender silver two-handed sword on his back. He rode on a smart white horse and faced his boss,

Dutch van der Linde, leader of the West's witcher gang, shouted.

On both sides of him, the dim sunlight shone on the low shrubs on the ground, giving the galloping heroic demon hunter a dark golden edge.

"Very well, my brother!"

When this tall, middle-aged white man with half white hair, but his eyes revealed his stubbornness and rebelliousness, heard the news, his gloomy and cold expression rarely softened, and he jumped off the black horse with great skill.

Get off and walk quickly back to the center of this small cavalry team of dozens of people.

There, a medium-sized carriage pulled by two horses was being escorted by dozens of demon-hunting cowboys carrying silver crossbows.

"Elder Hosea Matthews, it's safe ahead."

"Now that dusk has arrived, I plan to rest for the night at the blood farm in front!"

Facing the oldest elder of this demon hunting sect, who may be the last extraordinary inscription master in the western United States of America, even Dutch van der Linde, as the leader, has to maintain basic respect.

Asked softly.

"Also, how is your injury doing now?"

The elder sitting cross-legged in the carriage opened his eyes in meditation.

"The holy salt has purged the dark power from my body."

"Daqi, except for some injuries that are not worthy of being healed by the Holy Power and which still hinder my actions, there are no life-threatening injuries!"

Elder Hesea looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and continued calmly.

"However, I don't recommend resting on a blood farm."

"Why?"

The elder's words made Dutch frown. Normally, the elders of the sect would not refute his decision.

"The attack we encountered in Dafanni State means that the whereabouts of the sect may have been leaked!"

"You know, in this era when God is gone and the tide of elements is declining."

"The secret runes I arranged expire faster than expected."

"Resting in a blood farm, if you encounter a real vampire attack, the consequences..."

When he heard the words "real vampire" from Elder Hosea's mouth, Dutch's expression suddenly changed.

After recalling the true purpose of the sect's journey this time, which was to secure the seal of the largest and last dark cave on the Yinzhou continent, he finally nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for your teaching, elder."

"I will immediately order to change the camping location to the forest next to the farm to ensure nothing goes wrong!"

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Rhodes Town is a small town in the westernmost part of the United States of America, at the junction of the slave-holding border states of Rockfield and Davanne.

This city is far away from the central city of the state, but in this vast and sparsely populated state, it is an unusually large wilderness town with a population of tens of thousands. It is composed of two families with a long history, but they are entangled, the Gray family and the Blackwhite family.

Ruled by the family.

"Kevin, I really didn't expect that you, a bastard, would actually dare to come out of Blackwhite Manor!"

"Morwinko Gray, you loser!"

"fxxk, you Blackwhite bastards!"

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In the solemn church in the center of the town, the direct descendants of the two major families were sitting on both sides of the worship chairs in the lobby. They lowered their voices and cursed at their old enemy sitting opposite from time to time.

The real parents of the two parties, each wearing top hats and ancient dresses, were sitting in the first row of church chairs, waiting for something with serious faces.

About ten minutes later, an old man with gray hair but an unusually noble temperament walked out from the back of the church. He stood at the highest point of the prayer platform. When he saw the small movements of the young people in the back row, a dark shadow filled his eyes.

A red light flashed across his eyes.

"quiet!"

Accompanied by a cold shout from the old man.

A ripple of spiritual shock beyond ordinary people's perception emitted from his eyebrows and spread to the entire church in an instant.

Everyone present, especially the young people who were making small moves behind their parents, instantly felt a sense of panic that was unique to facing lions and tigers, suddenly rising in their minds.

Many young people who were arguing in low voices and disagreeing with each other felt that their mouths were stiff, their tongues were numb, and they were unable to say anything.

"I'm not interested in your grudges!"

"I am here on behalf of the Blood Court, not to deal with your nonsense!"

Alone and alone, facing the local emperors in these small towns, the old man scolded without hesitation, while the parents of the two major families below did not show any intention to refute, and obeyed the old man's instructions honestly.

"The Dawn Cross Order, the largest Protestant demon hunter in the west, and those executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of countless compatriots, are heading towards the Rockfield State."

"And this town ruled by you, the descendants of the two barons Braithwaite and Gray of the Blood Clan, is the only way for them to go to their final destination."

"Use your men, your cavalry, your weapons...even yourselves!"

"Stop them!"

The vicious words echoed in this originally solemn and holy church.

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around without hesitation, transformed into 7 or 8 bats in the dark smoke, flew towards the church window, and disappeared into the dark sky after sunset.

Only the prayer platform where the old man was standing was left, and a diamond-shaped crimson blood core next to the candle began to emit a gloomy and chaotic blood light.

Under the shining of this bloody light, the direct descendants of the Braithwaite and Gray families couldn't help but stand up, their eyes also flashed with strange blood, and at the corners of their mouths, due to the decline of the elemental tide, in this century

Gradually degenerated into blood-sucking fangs almost like humans, and spread again...

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Aceriu City is the capital of Rockfield State and the third largest human city in western America.

It is next to the largest and most majestic Mansant River in the west, backed by the Hualman Forest with endless trees and beautiful scenery, and the Mills Mining Area with countless weird rocks is on its right side...

·In addition to its slightly smaller population, this capital of Rockfield State lacks almost no resource that hinders urban development.

However, what this place is most famous for in all of America is neither the resources it produces nor the beautiful natural landscape that surrounds it.

It is the largest slave trading market in western America - the Ace Aleon Slave Factory.

"Gentlemen!"

"A strong Yin Di'an and Daqing male slave only costs $30."

"And a female slave is a little more expensive, you can get it for $50!"

"Of course, the price of black slaves is still the same, only half of the above price..."

The famous local science fiction writer Howard Phillips walked through the gate of the slave market with a roll of newspapers in his right hand.

Those slaves in ragged clothes, with their hands bound by hemp ropes, and following their masters with numb eyes on the street, made this American who had studied in a state high school feel a little uncomfortable, but because his residence was not far from here, he

After all, I had seen a lot, and this low mood was soon left behind.

"Mrs. Lisa, has my letter arrived?"

Howard quickly walked into the post office next to the slave market and asked the woman working at the wooden counter inside.

"Ah! It's Mr. Howard."

"A letter from your friend Mr. Lovecraft has arrived."

Mrs. Lisa seemed to be very familiar with Howard. She just glanced at him briefly and after confirming that it was him, she quickly handed him a thick letter.

Immediately afterwards, Howard bought some food, returned home, warmed a cup of warm milk, and then opened the letter from his best friend.

"Howard, my friend."

“Lately, I feel less and less the glory of God.”

"There was a strange whisper that kept whispering in my mind. I thought there was something wrong with my body."

"But my family doctor Merkel told me that my body is not strong enough for someone who is almost 50 years old."

"Maybe, maybe there is something wrong with my spirit..."

When he read this, Howard frowned. His friend had a physical problem, which made him worried, and he quickly continued reading the letter.

"...Everything started from the day I found a book among the belongings of my dead grandfather..."

"...I excerpted part of it and gave it to you, my friend."

Turning to the last page of the letter paper, Howard saw a small booklet that was about the thickness of a pinky finger, the size of a palm, and similar in area to the folded letter paper.

On the cover of the book, a creature scrawled in blue ink, covered with countless tentacles, and looking extremely chaotic, was looking at him with a bloodshot eyeball wide open.

Above the eyeball illustration, a line of writing was written side by side in Latin that was confusing, but uncharacteristically, allowing Howard to understand its meaning - "Luoyan City Textbook".

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