Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

After a long time.

"Can your eyes see?"

"Okay...thank you."

There was light gradually in his sight, and Thoth realized that the "handkerchief" that wiped off the blood on his face was the sleeve torn off by Ourolius. They were sitting in the ruins of the War of Gods overflowing with all kinds of extraordinary power.

There was an unconscious Red Angel lying next to him. It would probably take a while before he woke up. The other beings were also injured to some extent, and most likely returned to their respective territories to recuperate.

"Has the night gone?"

"Not long after Omi Bella and Badheir left, He also left."

"Okay..." Thoth nodded thoughtfully and asked casually: "What are your plans next?"

"Medic and I will wait outside the Giant King's Court..."

Before the words "The Return of the Lord" could be heard, a scream filled with resentment and hatred resounded throughout the sky, almost causing the two beings to show signs of losing control. At the same time, various dead lives were "alien"

Under the influence of the power of "change", they all got up again and pounced on the surviving human race with the desire to tear flesh and flesh and suck souls, and the power of depravity pushed this land that still had a glimmer of hope into the abyss of eternal destruction! In the future,

One thousand years, two thousand years...human beings in the Eastern Continent will fall into the longest and most desperate nightmare.

"The direction from which the sound came is...the Giant King's Court!"

Ouroleus stood up instantly, but Thoth stopped his movement. A "Peeping Butterfly" with wings in the shape of eyes split out from his fingertips.

"Don't move rashly, let me see what happened first."

Considering that Medici could not be left alone, Uroleus decided to follow the other party's suggestion. The nearly transparent secret-peeping butterfly flew into the Giant King's Court that should have been sealed, and flew into the palace where the Creator was sleeping.

Three beings who shouldn’t be here come into view——

At the same time, three pairs of eyes with evil intentions looked over at him.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

That was the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

Click, click...

That was the sound of bones being ripped apart.

Grunt, grunt...

It was the sound of swallowing and chewing flesh and blood.

Ourolius asked uneasily, "Have you seen it?"

"Hidden...?"

Thoth thought he would cry, scream, and expel all the emotions from his body in a hysterical manner, but he stared motionless at the dim hall, as if all the blood in his body was frozen.

His mind was very confused.

He remembered that Alex had used a teasing tone to comment on those kings of angels. He said that Oseikus was narcissistic, that Leodro's singing was difficult to listen to, and that Herabergen was so angry that Amon had graffitied on his books.

They all floated up; he remembered Sasriel's words to reassure him that "the deeds do not matter the heart". He said that those three angels had accomplished countless feats... and should not be completely negated by a possibility that had not yet happened.

Where there is separation there must be gathering, and where there is gathering there must be separation.

Those shared sufferings, those shared glory, those sincere beliefs, those pledges of allegiance... seem so ridiculous in front of this law.

So what does all this He did count?

He transformed this crazy world into a familiar one. He planted human morality, law, loyalty, trust... so many beautiful qualities in the form of faith into the depths of civilization... What are His efforts?

The unanswered questions swallowed up all reason like a black hole, and finally the cold murderous intent pierced him.

Ourolius couldn't stop him at all. Medici sat up with his forehead in his hands, managed to pull himself together and asked, "What are you arguing about?"