The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 318 Please Be Attention When The Demon King Appears (10)

Berg couldn't, he could only go forward, get out of this damn disturbing thick fog, he had seen the dark flames of the Demon King with endless malice, compared to this thick fog, it seems to be good?Even wearing a filter, Berger understands that in the poet's eyes, the devil is the most terrifying and daunting existence.

The demons are evil and crazy. Even if they wear intelligent races, even better skins can't hide their evil souls. How can there be a demon king who is crazily worshiped by such a race?

Demons used to be creatures of the abyss, but now they are intelligent races. This change is indeed incomprehensible. This turning point is purely due to the birth of the Demon King. The race attracted and led by her has become Demons. Demons imitate These noble and perfect gods drew up their own new appearance, with black hair and purple eyes, black and beautiful devil horns, pale skin like snow, long pointed ears, black sharp nails, gorgeous and elegant black wings, Let the demons, which are ugly than deep-sea creatures, become more beautiful, and become the most beautiful race in the world.

But indeed, except for the Demon King, the other Demon Races are just abyssal creatures imitating her, and only those who have the skin are eligible to become the Demon King's family, a 'Demon Race'.

Berg seems to have heard the voice of the demons, coming from the terrifying abyss, guiding him into the embrace of the abyss, the Lord of the abyss is by his side, guiding his way, what an honor it is, everything All intelligent races should be crazily jealous of him, jealous of this human being favored by the devil.

In a trance, Berg walked out of the ominous and thick fog. What he saw was not a peach blossom garden, but a more hell-like scene. He saw blood pools all over the ground, mutilated limbs, and human-like remains on them. Compared with the sharper dental sound, the unexpected thing Berg did not have the slightest fluctuation in his heart, as if the deaths of these people had nothing to do with him, but this seems to be completely opposite to Berg's soft personality, which is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. Berg knows that he is a A hopeless guy, no matter how many times he has been betrayed, he can't help but help people when they are in trouble, even if his own situation is even worse.

Berg saw a swaddle hidden in the bushes. The dark blue silk swaddle and its fine stitches were embroidered with water-like family patterns. The baby in the swaddle had grown a head of soft, crow-black hair. The aquamarine eyes are so beautiful that they are unreal, reflecting the world clearly. She is very quiet, not crying, just watching you quietly. It is so beautiful that people want to cherish it. At the first sight of Berger, she is sure that she must Will be the most beautiful girl in the world.

Berger's heart was beating like thunder, and he only had the baby in his eyes. He stepped forward to hug her in a panic and carefully, stretched out his fingers and poked her soft cheek gently, watching her ignorant and obedient gently Grabbing his fingers, at this moment, Berg felt that he was redeemed. He didn't know where his emotions came from. He was crying bitterly while holding the baby, hissing and cracking his lungs.

As long as she survives, Berg is willing to do anything, even if it means falling into hell.

Berg felt a lightness in his arms, and he crawled out of the grief trembling.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, where are you..." Berg was in a daze. The emptiness in his arms made him uneasy and almost went crazy. However, as the fog dissipated, he seemed to have lost something very important. His instinct He murmured the word 'Your Majesty', his blank brain had no memory of 'Your Majesty' at all, and he was extremely frightened.

"Oh my God, you look in terrible condition." The blond woman in a linen dress looked at Berg. Berg's handsome and desolate appearance made the woman's face flush slightly, and she subconsciously lifted her shoulders slightly loose The neckline of her neck was raised again, how she wished she could wear a beautiful dress like the noble lady in the story, put on exquisite makeup to save her prince, and have a beautiful love at first sight, but in this extremely poor Town, this old dress on her is one of the few clothes she has.

The woman looked around for a while, she lifted Berg up, but her strength was really too weak, Berg could even feel her hands trembling, like trembling from exhaustion after doing heavy work, This kind of thing is always available in poor places. Berger stood up with her strength. His mental state was very bad, terrible, his head was blank, as if someone had taken his brain out, But the sadness left before still remained in his heart. He seemed to have seen something and encountered something in the thick fog.

"Did you see other people coming?" Berg asked, his voice was a little weak, but it still didn't affect his deep and cold voice, but added a sense of laziness to him.

"My name is Deborah. It's a pity that I haven't seen other outsiders enter the town." Deborah's eyes flickered, and Berg could see that she was guilty. Deborah showed a bright and flattering look at Berg. with a smile, "I'll take you to my house! You must be very tired. Our town is protected by gods, and outsiders rarely pass through—yes, it is the thick fog, which must be passed to enter the town." 'Trial', it will make you see what your heart most desires to see, what have you seen?"

"...Baby, a baby with a pair of aquamarine eyes, she is extremely cute." Berg murmured subconsciously, as if answering or talking to himself.

"That must be a very important child to you? Do you already have a wife?" Deborah lowered her voice.

"Yes, she is very important to me, but I don't have a wife... I am a believer who devotes his body and mind to God." Berg's tone slowly became firm.

"Then if you have your own children in the future, then I think you will be a very good father." Deborah looked much happier, "We all believe in the only god very devoutly - the great God of Light , we will definitely have a common discourse.”

No, what he believes in is not the God of Light.

Even if he can't remember the appearance of the god, Berg can confirm with absolute certainty that he believes in a god that is completely opposite to the God of Light. He... comes from the abyss, the abyss without sound and light.

What a crazy person he is to believe in the Lord of the Abyss in this era.

Berg thought to himself.

—But no one is more perfect or worthy of faith than Him.

Deborah's home is a wooden house, which seems to have been handed down from her grandparents. It looks very old, and it is full of things, but seeing them visit neatly, it can be seen that Deborah has put a lot of effort into tidying up the house. A small room.

"I only have such a small wooden bed here..." Deborah said, looking at Berg in embarrassment.

Berger shook his head and said, "I could sleep in a tree."

"That would be dangerous." Deborah frowned, but she still pursed the corners of her lips in the face of Berg's cold gray eyes, "Okay, but you just passed the 'trial', and I slept outside. I'm afraid you can't bear it, it's cold in the town at night."

Berger subconsciously raised his hand to gather the pure white cloak on his body, he was silent for a moment, and replied: "It's nothing."

"Your words are becoming more and more concise. Is it because I annoy you?" Deborah squeezed her skirt tightly.

"...No." Probably the things he saw in the dense fog and the lost memories affected his character, and Berg faintly felt that he was not so cold before, like... His Majesty.

Berg thought very much about his god, the supreme majesty, and he was crazy about it.

(End of this chapter)