Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 81 Dream: The First Born Son of God

Zoya once again felt the ten fingers of her left and right hands running separately. He repeated the mechanical grasp in the air, constantly flexing and extending his arms, feeling the heavier body.

His head was a little heavy, mainly due to the silver hair that was dragged to the ground, almost forming a skirt, which gave him an unprecedented sense of weight.

Zoya has to say that she is not used to it anymore, from the perspective of the freedom and the way of movement, just like switching from Skylark's body back to her old body.

But on the bright side, after Dariborg's repairs and changes, his body also gained a certain degree of "vision", and his perception of the outside world became much clearer.

This should be what they often say, optimization?

Zoya has gradually become accustomed to another voice in her mind. It is the same as her, but has a more lively and humorous tone, much like the jokes of Dazhbog or Saslier when they are happy, but it also seems like Someone else was whispering in his mind.

Zoya had some guesses. The hundreds of souls He had looked at had left behind many fragmented reflections over a long period of time. Even without fantasy, there are human impurities formed in the depths of the light. Eventually, through interaction with the real world, Zoya's own wishes are distorted and merged into subtle divisions.

The power drawn from those spirits still had a further impact on Zoya's nature.

Had the Lord of the Spirit World anticipated this day? He knows what the light of destiny is longing for, and knows that I will erode them unconsciously, so he hangs the bait generously on the hook, waiting for me to become His sheepdog unconsciously.

Sheepdog, Zoya learned this term from Medici.

Zoya touched her translucent cheek, and the light gathered along his fingers, outlining a crescent-like arc, as if revealing a big smile.

This might not be a bad thing, he thought. They have so much to exploit, and if this process is irreversible, I can become their fate...

Zoya abruptly interrupted this thought, and then hid it deep in the light she gathered. The sound in the light became noisy, disturbing the indifference he should have had.

He is just an eye that looks at destiny and should not have so many complicated thoughts.

Zoya put down her hands and looked up at the flowerbed outside the courtyard. He was not used to a world where only the outline was left. The most distinctive thing about this body was only the touch.

The wind blew past her, and her disheveled silver hair rose slightly, but Zoya could not feel the sound of the wind or the coolness, and could no longer spread her wings in the wind.

This is naturally not the original courtyard. The original courtyard has long since expanded into a huge monastery and became part of a huge building complex.

But Dazhbog knew Zoya's preference for this place, so he retained the earliest appearance of the courtyard and made a complete one-to-one replica in "Eden".

Also happy about this was Ourolius. Of course, from his face, it was difficult for ordinary people to see this emotion. However, after seeing this courtyard, Ourolius directly expressed his morning and evening prayers. Time doubled.

Medici is also here, lying on the side of the fence where he usually stays, taking a nap with his eyes closed. He is no longer wearing that armor. He is wearing a simple short robe and trousers, tightened with a red belt. He covered his wrists and ankles, and also hid the wings of the Lord’s dreams for Him.

Medici is here today because the Lord asked Him to stay, otherwise He would have gone hunting with the war legions.

After unifying the entire continent and making the sky, ocean and land no longer separated, the war legions have not been disbanded, because the extraordinary creatures on this land are still flourishing. Without regular cleaning and patrolling, the roads between cities will be very difficult. It is easy to be destroyed, so "the glory of the Lord" still has a mission.

But what troubled Medici was that the War Legion ushered in groups of young people, or the "new generation", who wanted to join the "Glory of the Lord".

When Saslier mentioned this word for the first time, Medici learned its bad usage, using it to mock young people who did not understand the dangers of extraordinary combat, turning a good neutral word into a derogatory one.

Without exception, these new generation children were all driven away by the irritable Medici. He did not need such dolls with no hair, at least until these children had participated in "general education classes".

To be honest, Medici wasn't sure what the "public facilities" arranged by Saslier and the systems and basic rules he had spared no effort to establish were for.

But since it is the will of the Lord, then everything is correct. Medici's thinking circuit on this kind of matter has always been very straightforward, completely abandoning the thinking that a "conspirator" should have.

Medici yawned, then opened his eyes and looked into the middle of the pavilion - Ourolius was painting again. Could it be that after painting so many murals for churches and monasteries, he hadn't painted enough yet?

Medici didn't understand, and glanced at Zoya, who was sitting on the other side like a sculpture.

In order to avoid Medici's possible sudden attack, a faint halo of light would occasionally emerge from the warm sunshine around Zoya. Once an abnormality occurred, a "restart" would be triggered spontaneously.

What a boring fool, worse than Ourolius. Medici stretched and closed his eyes again.

Unlike Medici, Ourolius did not hide the wings behind him and the halo above his head. He seemed to appreciate the unified appearance planned by the Lord for the angels. It may also be because the Lord liked it, so Ourolius accepted it readily. Such a new image.

Anyway, this does not affect his painting. Such wings are not substantial, they are just overlapping shadows emitting silver light.

The "peaceful" atmosphere in the pavilion has been going on for a long time, and it looks like it will continue to do so.

Zoya was the first to stand up. His movements could be said to be panic, because he was already accustomed to claws and wings. When he moved his legs, he stepped on his own hair and almost lost his balance and fell down. on the ground.

However, with good luck, Zoya managed to stabilize her focus.

Ourolius' reaction was only two seconds slower than Zoya's, perhaps because Zoya's movements attracted his attention. There was a hint of surprise in the mercury snake's peaceful eyes, but he put down the brush as soon as possible, walked to Zoya, and held her arm.

When Zoya continued to step forward quickly, Ourolius raised his face outward and looked at the constant sun in the sky - only the sun in the Garden of Eden never sets.

However, at this time, the halo around the sun cast a shadow, and soon, a majestic bell sounded from it, ringing one after another.

The bells echoed throughout the Lord’s Kingdom and the vast land. Everywhere near a church that believed in the “Omniscient and Almighty Creator”, such distant bells were heard, as if the music was going to spread throughout the world.

This made Medici excited and immediately sat up from the fence:

"What's going on? New enemy!?"

Judging from the uncontrollable smile and high-pitched tone, he was quite excited.

Ourolius and Zoya spoke at the same time: "No."

Medici lay back languidly and sighed heavily: "No..."

Then He realized something was wrong: "How do you two know it's not the case?"

Zoya simply ignored Medici completely, and Ourolius answered his friend's doubts: "There was no fire, only a ghost..."

"What's the meaning?"

"That's how fate unfolds."

Medici knew that he shouldn't ask more questions, as it would be of no use.

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"So you made such a decision without consulting me." Saslier whispered as he listened to the bell that announced the world, "You actually didn't wait until the seventh day to do this."

Dazhberg did not raise his head, his eyes were soft and deep. He looked at the two children in his arms who had no similar eyebrows, and handed them in the direction of Saslier:

"My research has reached a critical moment. I want to use that stone slab to go deep into the place where we came from. Only in this way can we not be rejected."

"Your idea is very dangerous. If you step directly into the Sea of ​​Chaos, the pollution power I can help you carry is very limited."

"I will face it on my own this time, and I hope you can help me keep an eye on everything outside."

Saslier's expression was very heavy, and he was not in a hurry to pick up the two babies: "Although you have dispersed all the characteristics, can this really avoid the influence of aggregation tendency?"

Dazhberg still looked at the two children: "All experiments have the probability of accidents, but we cannot do nothing just because there are accidents. This is the most appropriate way."

"I won't persuade you because I know you won't listen. Now that you have decided..."

As Saslier spoke, he took the two swaddling clothes, black and white. Both children were still sleeping, with their eyes closed tightly. The baby with sparse blond hair had rounder cheeks, and his hands were curled up into fists. The outlines of his facial features are all visibly similar to those of Daribog.

The other boy with black curly hair is different from Dazhbog in appearance. If pressed, he would be more like Saslier.

The child seemed to be frowning because of the nightmare. He bit his finger gently, and there was a monocle that looked like it was made of polished crystal adsorbed outside his right eye.

Saslier looked at Dazhberg: "Isn't there a way to hide it?"

"After being separated from me, it has become a fixed characteristic. Now I can't change it. If this child can control his abilities skillfully when he grows up and doesn't like such decorations, he can choose to hide it himself."

Daribog stretched out his hand and pinched the black-haired boy's cheek. However, the sleeping child struggled and pushed his fingers away hard. This made Daribog's smile become gentler, and he looked at The blond child scratched the tip of the baby's nose with his knuckles, causing the child to wrinkle his nose subconsciously.

Saslier's eyes fell on the monocle, thoughtfully: "So it's 'them'..."

"It's my child."

"Yes, I also hope that you have carefully considered the names of the two children. This is a miracle that must be recorded in the holy scriptures. Everyone will know about their arrival, and everyone will sing about their birth."

After Daribog was silent for a few seconds, he looked up at the sun shining in the sky:

"Yes, I have already thought about it, and their future will definitely be like their names.

"Announce to the world, let the world celebrate, this is the day the Son of God is born."

This is the third day of the first year of the Era.

——

Dazhberg did not leave immediately, but took two more children from Saslier's arms.

In just a moment, the two of them had arrived in the courtyard. Within the scope of the Kingdom of God, "moving" was just a matter of thought.

Medici quickly showed the wings behind him again and knelt down on one knee to salute with the same respect as Ourolius.

Zoya did not salute with them, but looked at the two babies held by Dazhbog in confusion.

From those stagnant light spots, Daribog could detect that Zoya even had a hint of fear.

After initially mastering the power of "omniscience and omnipotence", he has been able to analyze the rough changes in the light spots, which symbolize the specific emotions corresponding to Zoya. At least at this moment, the fear shown by Zoya made Daribog clear in his heart.

"The news of the birth of the Son of God will soon spread throughout the earth." The invisible force supported the bodies of the two people, allowing Ourolius and Medici to stand up. Darborg's tone was very gentle, "I will They remain in the courtyard, at least until they grow up and learn to control their powers."

Medici looked ready to make a move, and his eyes even showed a bit of fanaticism when he looked at the two infants - they were the children of the Lord!

Saslier cleared his throat: "I will also pay attention to this place. If you have any questions, come to me first."

Ourolius lowered his head deeply again: "I will follow your expectations and I will take good care of them."

Medici couldn't help it anymore, and followed up: "I am also willing to do my part for them, please God's permission!"

Dazhbog smiled: "Okay. They should live here for a long time. Zoya, would you like to come over and see them?"

The light spots under Zoya's mask shrank slightly, like a snail retracting into its shell. However, it did not reject Daribog's invitation. It just delayed its progress and slowly approached Daribog's body.

Zoya lowered her head and regained close to normal vision from the swirling silhouette of worms and discs, but she could still only see the black and white outline, and a strand of curly black hair stuck to the baby's forehead, making it look like a baby. The baby's face looks extremely white.

But in terms of appearance, there was nothing to be afraid of, but Zoya subconsciously shrank her shoulders and turned her head to the other side.

The light-haired baby was like a ball of empty foam, looking more fragile. Even though he was right in front of her, Zoya felt like she was staring into nothingness.

"What did you see?" It was not Dazhberg who asked this question, but Saslier next to him.

Rarely, Zoya just shook her head without making any sound.

Dazhberg was not surprised by this: "Even if you see it, some fates can't be conveyed to others, right?"

The light under Zoya's mask turned slightly, and asked in a more private way: "What are you planning?"

Dariborg's voice was also directly transmitted to the light spot: "I want to explore the depths of the earth, the nature of the ocean."