Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

July 13th to July 17th, Year 1 of the Creator Calendar

When the deformed puppet that was fighting with us so hard one second and could be equated with the demon king to some extent froze all its movements in an instant, and then expanded rapidly in the next second, all of us

Their hearts were filled with the most terrifying possibility of "die together". Under the call of the conqueror, the hunters quickly gathered into an indestructible steel city. Mushrooms and vines sprouted from the ground at the call of the nature walkers.

The priest of light summoned the holy light to cover everyone's head, and various spiritual skills were on the tip of the tongues of lawyers and arbitrators, ready to go, as if they were facing a high-concentration poison gas bomb that was about to explode.

Although it is normal for extraordinary creations to be a little polluted, the final movement was much smaller than we expected: after a burst of smoke, only a few piles of black charcoal and a skeleton-like black crystal were left in the huge deformed puppet.

The demons and wolves dispersed, and the contaminated extraordinary creatures also reduced their aggressiveness. We were a little overwhelmed by this sudden change, but Medici quickly realized the turn of the battle and quickly explained to Jason

After a few words, he turned into flowing flames and rushed to the final battlefield. The clouds in the sky were burned red.

Almost at the same time, sunshine and rain fell from the sky together. These golden rains filled everyone's body with strength, but like sulfuric acid, they left burning traces on the lingering demons and mutated creatures hidden in the mountains and forests.

The sources of pollution also collapsed under the erosion, and no more mutations could be created. Every location where pollution broke out had such a change, which lasted for about five minutes - it could be produced on a large scale with such a simple and direct method.

I am afraid there is only one person who can make the holy water of the sun and remove pollution.

Praise the sun. This is probably the first time I have sincerely crossed myself on my chest.

Not only that, we also saw the deep night and desolate dusk dividing the sky into two distinct sides, and then dragging their ink and gold tails towards a certain direction.

The angels rush to the battlefield to surround the enemy, and we are responsible for the finishing work, such as disposing of the corpses of the mutated animals and plants, establishing contact with the subordinates of the Pure White Angel and the Angel of Destiny, and such as treatment

The wounded (or bury the bodies of their comrades and take away their extraordinary characteristics), wait until there is nothing else to do, and then return to camp.

Many years later, the little spy, who was no longer young, suddenly felt that something was missing from this episode.

He thought of those heroic spirits who were sleeping in the Kingdom of Eternal Day, of battlefields where corpses piled up like mountains and extraordinary properties could be seen everywhere, of the blessings of confronting curses, of the sun and rain washing away the dust, of the tensed faces in the rain.

They showed stunned and confused expressions, and then one person, two people...many people cried loudly, ranging from soft sobs to howls.

The dawn is beautiful, it would be nice if more people saw it.

He suddenly felt that what he could write could not be contained in an Oxford dictionary, but he was stunned for a long time, and finally only added one sentence.

"Goodbye, second era; hello, third era."

Time flows quietly on the tip of an old pen, heading towards the fourth and fifth eras...

And the Sixth Age when the silver moonlight illuminates the night sky.