Chapter 1,73 Harvest (Part 1)

Mist plane

A mountain peak stands upright, above the top of the mountain, and Romon stands alone on a rock.

Romon looked at the earth in front of him.

A thick fog filled the world, bringing down a thick curtain.

From the perspective of a mortal, you will find that your vision is blocked by fog. The fog is surrounded by people's feet, and only a shadow is seen in the forests and plains in the distance.

The black sun is coming out, and the clouds are flowing and declining.

After a while, the thick fog turned into a thin layer of veil. The plains and forests in the distance were vaguely visible, and the trees nearby could also distinguish branches. The branches were wet, and the vast fog and the vague world formed a common scene in the foggy world.

However, most of the time, the fog will not completely dissipate.

At this moment, Romon was shocked and looked back.

The world slowly brightened, and another sun slowly rose from the horizon!

The holy light it emitted formed a flood and began to spread towards the entire foggy world.

For a moment, two suns appeared in the sky, and Romon's eyes shrank suddenly, and a trace of fear appeared. In the sun, it clearly felt the familiar breath, which was the will of the Lord of Light.

Only when he was so close to the Lord of Light, Romon felt that this light was just a vassal, and its true body was a burning flame.

Under the sun's illumination, the remaining mist quietly retreated, and the eyes suddenly became clear.

Wherever the sun goes, light and rain fall.

The black sun was irritated and the sky quickly became gloomy.

Countless dark clouds condensed out of thin air, and black clouds enveloped the sky, covering all the sunshine. Suddenly, the sky was dark and the world entered the night, and only lightning and thunder broke through the sky.

After a moment, these dark clouds shone with blood, and the thick clouds seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​blood.

In the crazy surging blood clouds, lightning has turned blood red!

On the earth, the frightened people could only kneel on the ground and pray to the gods who had already left them.

They believe that the world has come to an end, and only the bravest people dare to look at the sky in fear, where the holy light occasionally breaks through the sky and creates light and thunder.

"Mom and Dad, are we all going to die?" A little girl looked up at her parents.

The father looked at his daughter. Her tender face looked hungry due to lack of nutrition. He held her in his arms and stretched out his hand to hug her tightly.

"Even if it is the end of the world right away, we will eat this pie." He said, tearing apart the half-left pie on the table and split it into three pieces, giving it to himself, his wife and his daughter one piece.

The three of them bit the pie and hugged each other, silently.

In Romon's eyes, he penetrated the dark clouds and saw countless light rains. Every light rain was actually an angel. These angels united and formed a torrent of light, rushing towards the dark sun.

This is an extremely tragic battlefield!

Countless angels rushed towards the sun, and the torrents formed more than tens of millions?

The dark sun seemed to be constantly firing divine thunder. Every divine thunder, angel corpses and holy blood would not be sprinkled in the sky. In a moment, why would there be millions of casualties?

Finally, Romon smiled.

It was not watching, but heading towards the ground, its eyes flashed with light, hundreds of light spots emerged in the sky, and it headed towards the nearest light spot.

A temple

In the hall, there was a circle of torches around it. Under the jumping fire, the scrolls painted on the walls were light and dark.

The statue of the god in the center is a god holding a skeleton.

There was a strong smell of blood on the altar.

Several naked corpses floated in the altar. Their blood had filled the pool of blood in the altar, but strangely, the blood did not condense and rolled in the pool.

A group of believers shouted: "God Ike!"

Somewhere in the space, a man was enjoying something, a bloody mist filled his throne, breathing comfortably, swallowing them.

After a long time, it made a satisfying sound, gently tapping the seat of the throne with one hand, and as the strike was sparks splashing.

The man looked around with satisfaction. This space looked very similar to the hall, but it was densely packed. It was made of white bones, and there were a large number of magic books and magic scrolls arranged neatly and orderly.

Different scrolls and books flashed from time to time with different intensities, indicating the level of relevant magic power they contained.

"Well, how do those guys who rely on the altar and faith know that death and knowledge are the root of it?" Ike was thinking: "It turns out that if the bondage is broken, you can move forward better."

These days, for some reason, its power of death has increased day by day, and it summarizes this into its own accumulation and breakthroughs.

Just as it was proud, suddenly, with a "boom", the whole space swayed for a while.

Ike was shocked, grabbed his staff and shot around.

Even if there was no discovery, something came, and Ike's divine feeling made its heart beat flutter.

"Death!" It roared, and its eyes were lit up with black light. The entire plane was now scanning the ground. The power of darkness and death spread out, like fog, intertwined and crossed the void at various angles, exploring the traces of the invaders.

However, having found nothing, Ike took a deep breath, allowing his trembling hands to gradually stabilize. He came down from the throne with vigilance and took a few steps tentatively.

Suddenly, with a "poof", a huge pain penetrated Ike's whole body.

"No!" He whispered in fear, and a holy sword that suddenly appeared had pierced its heart, which was struggling to death, which was the core of the vampire.

Ike's vision began to blur, and he struggled to speak.

"Puff!" The holy sword pulled out, and the sacred flames were already burning the heart, and the heart stopped its beating.

"No, I still have a soul." It was thinking vaguely. This dying thought gave it a glimmer of hope, but the next moment, a powerful attraction came and it fell into a light...

Roger opened his eyes slightly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

His eyes fell on the dense collection of magic books and scrolls.

Knowledge is power, a habit that comes from the earth, which makes it stretch out its hand, and a gust of wind blows, and the scrolls and books that record death are separated and disappear in the air.

The next moment, it stepped out and disappeared into the air.

Shad City is a small city

Facing the darkness in the sky, the entire city also remains dark and silent.

A little further away, there were only panicked dog barking, giving people a shrill feeling.

In the city lord's mansion, a young man was standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the tender green branches and leaves in the bushes in the garden.

The spring scenery is quiet and beautiful, but the young people at this time are in an unprecedented bad mood.

The continuous catastrophe and war have entered its third year. The original order of the foggy world has been broken, which makes no victory meaningless.

Even on the edge, the territory that was not affected was greatly affected.

A housekeeper came in and interrupted the young man's thoughts.

The young man opened the floor-to-ceiling window, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

He had already told him that it was not important, so don't disturb him.

The housekeeper saluted and replied: "Sir Earl, the city has been attacked again recently, and more than a dozen have been dismembered and sucked up all blood."

When the young man heard the news, he took a deep breath, waved his hand to ask the housekeeper to go back, turned around and walked back to the building, and he hurriedly went upstairs.

In the dark corridor, the magic light emits light.

When he arrived at the study room, he pushed open the door. The study room was not large in size, with several rows of bookshelves with some books on it.

The young man didn't look carefully, and he walked towards the inner room, but as soon as he got closer, he stopped again, and two low voices came from inside, one strange and the other familiar.

A middle-aged knight was sitting in a chair, staring at the sky that was no different from the night sky, and his face moved slightly: "Are you the angels? The Lord of the Glory?"

Opposite him was Romon, who smiled slightly and said, "Do you know the angels and the Lord of Glory?"

"The Lord of Glory has penetrated this world less than once. Although it has been wiped out, some information has been passed down. This time I saw it, I knew it was coming again... and this time it seems completely different."

"I'm right, this time it's different, but I'm not the Lord of Glory." Romon said.

"I feel that you have murderous intent!" The middle-aged knight reached out and with a "clang", a long sword had appeared in its hand: "But, no matter what, can he keep his life?"

What it said was, of course, the person behind the door.

"Is the warrior's divinity, the knight's responsibility?" Romon glanced and said lightly: "It's a pity that there is no meaning!"

"Ancestor God, I'll fight with you!" Before the people inside answered, the door opened and a young man strode in: "Ancestor God, you teach me the way of knights. At this time, I will fight with you!"

Romon looked at the young man, and there was no doubt that he was a knight, young and handsome, with a strong fighting spirit all over his body, and a young face that was resolute and decisive.

The Silver Knight who is less than 20 years old is such a genius. Unfortunately, in this doomed world, there is no future at all.

Romon also drew out his sword, his eyes fading.

"Boom!" After a moment, the building exploded, and the flames rushed to a hundred meters above the altitude, and many fragments of corpses splashed out. In the flames, Romon slowly walked out, not caring about the guards that appeared on the edge of the fire due to the explosion. It took a step forward and disappeared into the night...

In the sky, light and rain are constantly falling in the dark clouds, which are fragments of angels.

Another harvest was made, but it was not enough. Romon didn't know how long the war lasted, how much time could the heaven turn the earth into a blood cloud at night, but it would have to escalate again before the war ended.
Chapter completed!