The Endless Shuttle

"Shabu thinks so? Then I'm afraid you won't have time to spend any more time with me."

"Why?"

"The mother goddess has never been famous for her wisdom among the three pillar gods. Anything she can think of, probably the four elements can think of."

Nyogda sneered.

"Cthulhu of water, Cthugya of fire, and Hastur of wind, they all have a close relationship with your father, and they all gave birth to your sisters. Maybe at this time, one of your sisters has already On the way to meet your father."

"So I can meet other sisters while meeting my father?"

Saya asked in surprise.

Nyogda was at a loss for words for a moment.

"I want to say, your competitor...forget it."

"Yeah, thank you, sister Nyogda."

Saya stood up, spread her hands and smiled.

"I know what my mother thinks, and I also know what sister Nyogda thinks, but I think it's better for a family with the same soul elements to live in harmony than to compete for favor in front of my father. I think so. "

"Oh... I hope your sisters think so too."

"Sister Nyogda is here again. Before I leave, does Sister Nyogda have anything you want me to bring to Father?"

"No!"

"Loveless, ruthless, sister Nyogda."

Saya shook her head regretfully, and left the kingdom of darkness with a smile all the way.

After Saya left, Nyogda lay down on the rock steps, muttering to himself.

"If it's important, of course I have to say it myself... What a fool."

Between the throne of the Goddess of Ever Darkness, the dark silence was restored.

Chapter 74 Daughter of Storm and Disease, Daughter of Sea and Dream

The disease outbreak has been going on for some time.

At the beginning, there were cold-like chills, high fever, headache, fatigue, body aches, nausea and vomiting. Everyone dismissed these as simple weather changes, and they all thought that sickness could be cured by asking a doctor or pharmacist to prescribe some herbal medicine.

Some people from poor families, or serfs and peasants, do not even take medicine, and sleep at home with their heads covered, hoping that their bodies will recover together when the weather improves.

Soon, everyone found out that they were wrong.

This is no ordinary disease, this is a severe punishment from the gods.

It only takes about three to seven days for a sick person to show symptoms of systemic toxemia, bleeding, confusion, delirium or coma. No matter what medicine they take, it will not help, and the bodies of dead patients will appear in a very short time Ecchymosis, cyanosis, so that the whole body appears purplish black.

Thus, the disease has a name.

——The Black Death.

It is the rain of flames that slant down from the sky at the end of the day, it is the terrible poison cooked in the cauldron of hell, it is the indiscriminate wrath of the gods against human beings.

Sick people, no matter they are rich or poor, or their status is high or low, can't escape the end of being a horrible corpse in the end.

Panic and disease spread across the land at the same time.

People are freaking out.

Some of them prayed to God, donated their meager property to the priests of the church, and begged for forgiveness from the gods, but even the priests themselves often died of the Black Death. Others closed the door tightly, looked at the corpses being pulled away by the cart day by day through the gaps in the windows, and cried and prayed that the person in the next cart would not be themselves.

At this time, the heresy trials that had been slowly and calmly began to sprout again. A large number of Holy See knights rushed around in towns, cities, and villages, labeling all suspicious people as "disease spreaders", letting them die, and letting them die. combustion.

Only distraction and fanatical faith can assuage the growing fears of the populace.

But even so, the social system continues to wither.

The society that humans spent tens of thousands of years building was completely destroyed by the Black Death in just a few months, making cities no longer cities, and kingdoms no longer kingdoms.

The most terrible plague in human history is quietly rising.

In the central square of a certain city in France, a grand gathering held by a church is in full swing.

Of course, this enthusiasm definitely does not refer to the enthusiasm of the people.

The dark crowd in the square, they all wrapped themselves up tightly, only showing a pair of eyes full of hatred and expectation, staring at the fire set up by the church knights, the bishop who gave a passionate speech, and... Bundled humans.

"Gentlemen, these are difficult times. God's displeasure with us has been transmitted to us by this disease, and we cannot beg forgiveness for the unpardonable sin, but do as much as we can to shorten the punishment a little. "

The bishop in luxurious clothes said loudly, while pointing his finger at the screaming people in the fire.

"They have been proven to practice black magic, blasphemy, and heresy. They are selfish people who let the punishment of the Lord fall on us. Don't you want to say something when you see such an exciting scene?"

"Long live the king! God lives forever!"

"Now, let us listen to the sinner's powerless curse and repent to God..."

On the second-floor building at the corner of the street, on the balcony of the most luxurious room in the hotel, a girl with long blond hair lightly picked up the silver wine glass, took a sip, and at the same time left a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Mary, human beings are such fragile things. Just a little bit of the Black Death makes them crazy, hysterical, and even transfers their hatred to their own compatriots, burning them for the possibility of ignorance... Guess, those who are How many innocent people were burned?"

"Miss, my name is Jenny..."

Beside, the maid said aggrievedly.

The blond girl shook her head.

"Your name doesn't matter to me, does it? You just need to know that I'm calling you. Now, answer my question."

"A total of six people... There should be at least three people, right?" The maid said uncertainly: "After all, the bishop is personally judged, and the bishop is a very pious priest."

"wrong answer."

The blond girl ran her fingers over the rim of the wine glass.

"The answer is—all of them."

"ah?"

"They are all innocent people who are just pushed out as scapegoats because of need. This is what fascinates me the most about human beings. As long as they put on the title of "need", they can treat the lives of their fellow citizens as life. look at. "

"I don't understand, miss..."