Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Time flies by, and the years fly by in a blink of an eye, until the dust settles.

True peace seems to have finally arrived on this continent that has suffered a long period of darkness.

The sky, the land and the sea were left with only the bright sunlight.

"Who could have predicted everything? This turned out to be a trick. The 'Demon King' drove the demons to rush to the rear. The city that was unable to protect itself was about to suffer disaster! All the soldiers spared no effort to fight against the endless army of demons. Resist, our enemies fear no fire, our blood flows on the scorched earth.

"The shadows of the volcano were approaching layer by layer, the roars of the demons continued one after another, the curses made the warriors dizzy, and the Lord's sharp blades were blunted in the magma. They did not retreat even one step, as if they were on a cliff. They must not be afraid of the darkness. , as we know, the sun will always rise..."

The young girl giggled, and soon the other children were laughing too, even though they didn't know why.

The old man telling the story stopped dissatisfied and stared at the girl.

But the girl said without fear: "Mr. Raghu said that he goes to bed whenever the sun rises! He prefers after the sun goes down!"

"I like it when the sun rises, it's brighter—" another child yelled.

"I hope it's evening soon, my mother made a roast today."

The child next to him immediately looked at his friend: "Can I go to your house tonight? I don't want to go home and eat mixed vegetable leaves..."

The old man coughed twice, and until the children became quiet again, he stroked his goatee, shook his head and continued telling the story:

"Evil will eventually recede under the sun. Our soldiers are tenacious, and their courage is like holy water. Their guns and swords cut down the red devils and their sharp claws. They make the enemy tremble, they make the evil spirits fear, they Standing in front of the city is the rock holding back the water, and they are the swords drawn from the sheath when they rush towards the enemy.

"The bells of the Lord rang in the sky, and as the first ray of sunlight declared victory, the demon kings fled in defeat, far away from the land that the light could reach. The hyenas, who were overconfident, finally shrank back into their lairs. middle.

"The omniscient and omnipotent God has no enemy who can defeat that supreme power! We praise the light of the sun and revere the shadows that accompany it. We also know that wherever the light and shadow go, the Lord is with us."

After the old man made the sign of the cross, all the children followed him and made the same move, including the girl who was thinking wildly and seemed absent-minded.

But she quickly raised her hand: "The story isn't over yet, is it? Is there more to come?"

"Yes, but you should go back to class. Don't keep your teacher waiting too long." The old man said with a smile. As expected, he heard the children let out a howl of disappointment.

But they walked into the house obediently.

The old man was still sitting on the bench. He raised his head with a smile and felt the warm afternoon sunshine. Every time he saw these little guys, he would be extremely emotional.

All this happened faster than he imagined. The old man touched the wild flowers that the little girl secretly put into his hand, and couldn't help but smile deeper.

His hands were as thin as dead branches, with strange green patches on the backs of them, and they trembled slightly when he closed his fingers.

"It's great. It's not in vain that I struggled and lived for so many more years with these old bones."

The old man breathed a long sigh of relief and coughed violently. However, he cheered up after calming down his breathing. He grabbed his cane and stood up from the bench. The wooden cane was punched hard on the ground, supporting his slow movements. pace.

The old man's back was very bent, like a pine branch carrying snowflakes, pressed down by the weight of time, but his heart tightened to fight against it.

A lady wearing a pharmacist's robe looked back and forth in the garden. When she saw the old man walking slowly, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly in this direction: "Grandpa! Why are you running around again! What if you get caught by those children? It would be bad if they bumped into each other, they would be a huge headache.”

The old man just smiled "hehe" and let his granddaughter hold his arm, listening to her talk about his words in turn.

He couldn't bear to live this kind of life and wanted to see more...

A skylark jumped from the top of the wall and flew over Chaoyang City, which had expanded several times before. Its wings penetrated the warm wind and gradually rose up on the air current.

This distance is very long, and the time it takes is not short, but Zoya is enjoying this time. She can clearly overlook the street from top to bottom, reflecting the moving figures in front of her eyes.

Looking at the crisscrossing flow of people, he felt something similar to looking at the long river of fate. A sense of peace and tranquility derived from instinct made Zoya willing to slow down during such a flight.

But flying is always much faster than walking, especially for a bird.

The skylark flew towards the black church in the north of the city.

A funeral was being held here. The people carrying the gray-white sarcophagus were wearing black armor, and their faces were covered by helmets as heavy as the sarcophagus. Another group of people in the queue had their helmets under their arms, their heads hanging with heavy faces.

Medici stood at the head of the team, staring expressionlessly at the coffin being carried away from him.

Ourolius was standing next to Medici. He was not wearing armor, but was wearing a black linen robe for a rare occasion today. His silver eyes were half-closed, seeming to be staring at the wandering void without stopping. Focus on the real world.

There are many people also wearing black robes, including all the staff of the past "Star Glory", at least the ones who are still alive.

"Star Glory" has been disbanded. Nowadays, it is mainly the sharp team led by Medici, and no longer distinguishes between wings.

Darborg defeated the "Demon King" Farbuti and forced the demons to retreat into the abyss, keeping those fallen and evil species away from the real world.

However, the War Legion suffered heavy losses. In order to protect the city in the rear, the team was besieged by a tide of demons in that battle, and lost a large number of companions in the process.

Until the end of the war, after this group of soldiers rested, Saslier had to reorganize them accordingly, and finally organized them into a team. Even if there were new members in the future, they would all be under the unified command of Medici. .

But even this past event happened ten years ago. The ten-year period is short but long enough for the new generation of children to gradually forget the dark world before the sun reaches the highest point in the sky.

In front of the "Star Glory" team, stood a young man with black hair that was soft and scattered on his shoulders. His face had lost the tenderness of a few years ago. He was also wearing a pure black robe, and the gem pendant still hung on his chest.

The young man frowned, and anyone could tell that he was just holding back his grief, and his eyes were red as if tears would fall at any time.

In fact, it was not only this young man whose eyes were red, but also many people who participated in the funeral, including some members of the current war corps. Although everyone had different thoughts, they all felt sad about it, but Because of the solemn atmosphere, he suppressed himself and did not directly show his grief.

Medici did not have such sad emotions, he just felt an empty sense of loss.

Human lifespan is short, and human bodies and minds are inherently too fragile. Old injuries, diseases, or even just seeking promotions for further advancement may kill them at any time.

This was not the first time Medici attended the funeral of an "old subordinate". Even if he hoped it would be the last time, it was impossible. Not all humans are like Osychus, able to receive mercy from the Lord and have the good fortune to receive gifts.

People die all the time. Medici thought so and looked to the side of the grieving young man.

The skylark flew from the sky outside the wall and landed on Saslier's shoulder. The calm funeral director raised his head slightly, but did not look at the skylark, but at the sarcophagus that was carried in front of him.

Several people put down the heavy sarcophagus, and Saslier placed his hands on it, softly recited prayers, and performed the requiem ceremony.

“Loving Heavenly Father, we are gathered here not to mourn the loss of loved ones, loyal friends, and brave warriors, but to rejoice in a spirit who is about to enter your Kingdom. We all know her and know that she is What a devout sister, all the sorrow comes from longing and reluctance..."

The young man's tears still fell, but he did not wipe the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, but allowed the tears to slowly crawl across his cheeks, leaving behind meandering and warm memories.

After the prayers, a middle-aged man with a wrinkled face came out and led the crowd in singing. This "Requiem" was the final program.

The sarcophagus was carried into the church door, with only relatives following behind to see the deceased on his last journey. Their figures entered the side door leading to the catacombs.

The people outside the door lowered their heads, and suppressed cries could be heard from time to time, causing Saslier to close his eyes tightly.

Zoya leaned closer to His ear: "Sadness makes people cry, right?"

"Yes, it's just that some people will have deeper feelings about feelings, while some people will be more indifferent to it." Only each other can hear the conversation between Saslier and Zoya.

"Crying is not a good thing." Zoya clapped her wings and stepped on a strand of long curly hair.

"There is no difference between good and bad in crying. Tearing for yourself and crying for others have their own reasons and represent another kind of power that supports human nature."

Skylark tilted his head. Even if he could think and analyze it from the perspective of the instinct of creatures to vent their emotions, he couldn't understand such feelings.

"If one day you understand why they are sad and know what it feels like to shed tears, you may be able to understand the meaning of my words."

"is it possible?"

Saslier's gentle gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and fall outside this sun-kissed city: "Everything is possible, isn't it?" (End of Chapter)