Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

In the invisible void, the system that pulled Zhu Baishao to hide in the system space to watch the show was startled when the tentacles rushed towards him. The clouds dispersed, and then quickly ran away with Zhu Baishao.

It's terrible, I can't afford to offend the crazy people, so I'll withdraw first.

The tentacles cut through the layers of space, but could not find the soul that Samael was thinking about.

Returned empty handed.

Each tentacle was downcast, looking sad and helpless.

She is really dead.

After a while, Samael accepted this fact. He coughed violently, with a tearing pain in his chest and the smell of blood in his throat.

Only then did he understand that after he had a human body, he could not help but slowly develop human emotions.

Love and pain, regret and sorrow.

Samael swallowed a mouthful of sweetness, suppressed his desire for destruction, carefully hugged the soft waist of the woman in his arms, buried his head in her golden curls, and just then let out a suppressed sound of grief.

He curled up like a wounded animal.

There is an emotion that is like a slow poison, you don't feel anything at first.

Later, you will gradually start to feel uncomfortable and have chest tightness.

Then you start to feel pain and miss you, like a crazy patient, thinking about every bit of the past all the time.

The grief of the last god in the plane caused a sudden change in the world outside.

Just like a tengu eclipsing the sun, the blazing sun hanging high in the sky was blocked by thick black clouds, and a moon emerged from the black clouds.

That was not an ordinary moon, it was a blood moon that was getting redder and redder. The redness seemed to be watered by fresh blood, and the blood-colored moonlight wanted to penetrate every corner of the world.

For unknown reasons, the people of the world looked up at the great changes in the sky, listened to the thunder of blood, and watched the rain of blood falling.

"end!!"

"Satan! The gates of hell are open!"

"Have the gods abandoned us?"

No matter they were nobles or commoners, they all trembled under this unpredictable power of heaven and helplessly sought God's protection.

The withering of a flower causes the sorrow of a god.

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Many years have passed since the "Day of the Blood Moon", the end has not come, and the devils of hell have not broken into the world. However, a new sect has developed rapidly during this period and has become the spiritual pillar of many people.

Pope Carlos has blond hair as bright as the sun, exquisite facial features, and a pair of clear red eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts. His temperament is noble and mysterious.

He preaches, performs miracles, blesses mankind, and relieves suffering. At the same time, he does not hesitate to judge the wicked. He is the Son of God in everyone's heart.

Time passed, and Hagrid became a dying old woman. She was lying on the bed and watched Carlos, the son of God, who was now respected by all, walk to her bedside with all his glory.

Her withered lips trembled, "The revered son of God, Pope Carlos, it's time for you to make your mother's identity public... Dale, she is a good child..."

Hagrid's voice was small, hoarse, and indistinguishable, but Carlos heard it clearly.

He stretched out a hand from under the white and gorgeous papal attire and took Hagrid's already skinny hand. "What did you say?"

Hagrid drew strength from the warm palm, her cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze fell on his golden hair in despair.

"Your mother, Sister Dale, you have the same hair like the sun and red eyes like gems...you are so similar..."

The smile on Carlos's face was still kind and warm. He patted Hagrid's hand gently and said with a smile, "You have a good rest and I will take care of this matter."

Coming out of Hagrid's room, Carlos's red eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and a dazzling halo like the sun rose behind him, making him look like a god in the world.

Seeing this scene, the believers and believers around him paid homage and murmured words.

In the golden glow that humans find so dazzling that they dare not look directly, a golden tentacle poked out and cut through the space. Carlos slowly stepped in, and his figure disappeared with the light.

After a long time, the person lying on the ground discovered that the Pope had left at some point.

Those who had witnessed this magical scene began to blush, and gathered together to whisper with great excitement.

miracle!

This is a true miracle! Or they saw it with their own eyes!

The faith of all deepened again.

But Carlos, who they were talking about, appeared in a strange space filled with gray-white mist, without stars or moon.

Dead silence, desolation, darkness.

is the first impression this place gives.

And Carlos, who was faintly exuding holy light, seemed out of place here.

But those gray-white mist were very close to him, drifting over one by one, wanting to say hello to Carlos.

Carlos put away his kind and friendly smile in the outside world, and there was no expression on his face. At first glance, he looked a bit gloomy like Samael.

His figure was like a small sun, quickly passing through the fog, and finally stopped in front of an invisible barrier.

Different from the deathly desolation here in Carlos, on the other side of the barrier, the warm sun shines, the breeze blows, the birds sing and the flowers smell, it feels like a fairyland on earth.

But in the center of the fairyland, there stood a tall tower, with the body of the old ruler wrapped around the tower.

"Father God." Carlos saluted respectfully.

For a long time, only one word came from the fairyland: "Get lost."

Carlos lowered his eyelashes. If it had been in the past, he would have listened to what Father God said and retreated obediently.

But not today.

He wanted to know if he really had a mother.

"Father."

Carlos' voice was hoarse, and he heard himself ask, "Do you know Sister Dale?"

He just mentioned this name, as if he had violated some taboo, and the whole space began to tremble.

On the high tower, the black and purple tentacles hanging down appeared in front of Carlos like lightning, and tightly wrapped around his neck. The force was so strong that Carlos, who also inherited some of the abilities of the old rulers, could not resist.

In this way, he was dragged into the fairyland and hung in front of the tower.

The eyes of all the tentacles on the tower were opened, and their dense red vertical pupils blinked irregularly, staring at Carlos fiercely.

Carlos responded, and dense golden tentacles emerged from behind him, with equally dense red eyeballs opening on them.

But compared to Samael's gloomy and terrifying one, Carlos's one is much more beautiful, like a golden bracelet inlaid with many dazzling red gems.

When Samael saw Carlos' golden hair and ruby ​​eyes, he immediately thought of Zhu Baishao.