Red Moon Returns

The moment he touched the statue, Lynch seemed to have returned to the memories of the red moon at the end of the first era, overlooking the devastated land and witnessing the coming of destruction.

The magnificent temple collapsed, the flourishing life died, the glorious civilization fell apart, and at the end of everything, the red fog representing the dreamland came from nowhere and gradually filled the whole world.

It was as if the dream had shone into reality, and the dreamland and the present world merged into one.

Countless strange and twisted figures emerged from the diffuse red fog, and the indescribable terrifying existence walked out of the fog, wreaking havoc in the world, bringing everything to an end.

Sadness, pain, pity, reluctance...

All kinds of emotions rose from Lynch's mind, faint, but extremely strong.

The crimson full moon rose immediately, and the mysterious moonlight sprinkled on the entire planet. Under the moonlight, the red fog quietly dissipated, and the strangeness in the fog stopped moving forward with its fangs and claws.

A will came from the crimson full moon, but it was so lonely on the planet full of destruction and death.

Power is equal to obligation. To enjoy the authority of faith, one must bear the responsibility of protection. Our world, our children, we must protect them, we must prevent this world from going to destruction, at any cost, even if we replace ourselves.

In the lonely call, the bloody red fog returned, becoming more and more dense, covering the moonlight little by little. The grotesque in the fog twisted, jumped, and cheered, like a victory carnival.

Yes, at any cost.

Before the moonlight went out, the same will suddenly came back from afar, one, two... For a time, countless supreme wills gathered together and condensed into one voice.

Destruction is about to come, even if it means sacrificing one's life to replace it, we must protect this world.

As the voice echoed in the world, one after another, the light points representing the kingdom of God lit up around this planet, and the light points surrounded the planet into a piece, and the flames surged at the same time, colliding with the ubiquitous red fog.

Lin Qi knew that he had glimpsed the great disaster at the end of the first era. At this moment, Lin Qi had already burst into tears.

"Wow, Uncle Lin Qi, you are not crying because of the pain, are you? Hahahaha, you are not as good as me."

The sudden childish voice interrupted Lin Qi's emotion. Lin Qi woke up from his trance and sighed softly.

In the past sixteen days, he has studied this red moon memory filled with divine power many times, and has seen the same image many times.

Time waits for no one, and the opportunity is rare. He is looking forward to rushing directly into the second level and activating the second power of death.

The key is that the supreme will absorbed from the cat god Bastet last time has been used up. Now the soul image is empty and there is no trump card in his hand. This makes him feel uneasy, so he can't wait to upgrade to the second level, use the upgrade to activate the new divine power to replenish the last consumption, and regain the trump card in his hand.

However, the strange thing is that every time he read the memories to the end, Lin Qi always felt that he could not move forward suddenly, and then he was interrupted by various reasons, such as the flying birds rushing into the house, the sudden sound of cicadas, the thunder, and the heavy rain.

It seems that the naughty child was peeping at the door today.

As if something was deliberately stopping him, Lin Qi also asked Ms. Luna, and the neighbor's answer was a normal reaction, your perception of the Red Moon God's power is not enough.

It's not that you don't understand the hidden power, but that you don't understand the entire God's power, so you can't break through.

This made Lin Qi quite troubled. The God's power that he had worked so hard to get couldn't be used immediately, which was really itchy. However, thinking about the unlucky people in the stories of his hometown who failed to break through and were directly struck by lightning, he felt more balanced.

Well, it should be the world's law, and this child can't be blamed.

Putting aside the tangle in his heart, Lin Qi smiled and waved at little Martha. When she came over, he suddenly grabbed the little girl's collar, pressed her on the bed, and slapped her on the butt with three skilled slaps.

"I want to see if you will cry in pain. I see if I am not as good as you. I will let you laugh."

"Cunning adult!" Little Martha was suddenly attacked and screamed. She finally broke free. Her mouth was swollen with anger. She covered her butt and kicked Lin Qi a few times, "Why hit me again."

"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and said the wrong words. Of course, the most important thing is that my hands are itchy."

Lin Qi shook his hands. The mood of failed upgrade is much better now. Sure enough, the best way to change your mindset is to build happiness on the pain of others:

"Shouldn't you go to school today? Why are you staying at home?"

"I'll grow a pot of green thorn balls tomorrow. I'll make you itch and bully others." Little Martha didn't feel any pain at all. After a few false kicks, she calmed down and habitually came over to pick up the pen and drew a few more doodles. She smiled and said, "I have a lot of things to say to Maya, and my mother saw that I have been doing well these days, so she asked for a day off for me."

Lynch realized that the little guy was helping the young children in the King District to find a way out, and he must really plan not to rob in the future. Seeing that the naughty kid who was so annoying half a month ago has really changed, it seems that he was not beaten in vain. Lynch unconsciously felt a sense of relief and couldn't help rubbing the little thing's bright blonde hair.

The little guy's eyes lit up, and he jumped a few times on the spot, using his head to push against Lin Qi's hand, asking him to rub it harder. Then he ran to the window happily and helped Lin Qi open the window for fresh air: "According to the time, Aunt Natalie will be here soon. Mom asked me to ask you what to eat for lunch."

The natural homely questions and answers made Lynch feel warm in his heart, and he said lazily: "You call Maya reporter sister and Natalie auntie, be careful that she will beat you up if she finds out."

The little guy subconsciously covered his butt: "Auntie is not like you, well, how about I call her sister?"

"Well, that's right."

"Not at all, Auntie is my mother's friend, if I dare to call her sister, it will be my mother who beats me up, don't think I can't figure it out, cunning adults, want to deceive people again." The little guy chattered and raised his head Leaning out of the window and taking a deep breath: "There is no fog this morning. The air outside is so good. You cunning guy, let me help you to the window to bask in the sun. You are almost moldy... Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"There is a strange person standing downstairs, and he seems to be looking at this side."

Lin Qi's heart tightened. Although the top strong man with level 8 power just left, theoretically no one should come to the door without knowing whether to live or die, but there will be no lack of people who want to die in any world. Lin Qi made up his mind, lifted his broken leg and turned over to get out of bed, and jumped to the window.

"Ah, Uncle Lin Qi, what are you doing?"

Little Martha was also startled. She supported Lin Qi with her body and helped him stand at the window.

Lin Qi saw the person Martha was talking about at a glance. A cloaked man in formal clothes was standing in the shadows, looking up at the direction of the window. Seeing Lin Qi and little Martha appear, the cloaked man raised his right hand, stretched out his thumb and index finger to make a pistol gesture, pointed at Lin Qi from a distance, and showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. His lips opened and closed, making a bang.

At this moment, a huge pressure came over him, as if he was facing some wild beast, and death seemed to be coming at any time.

Not only Lynch, but also little Martha's face turned pale, as if she couldn't even breathe, but the passers-by downstairs looked normal, as if they didn't see anyone standing there at all.

How could he attack ordinary people? How could a child bear it.

Lynch resisted the idea of ​​hiding, and pulled hard against the pressure, blocking little Martha behind him, concentrating all the pressure on himself. For a moment, he felt his heart pounding and his breathing was rapid.

He didn't know why he did this, it was just an instinctive action. This person was obviously coming for him, and as a target, he had the obligation to protect the ordinary people around him. Perhaps this was the responsibility brought by the power of the extraordinary.

When Lynch realized this, he felt the pocket on his chest warm up, and the memories of the red moon automatically floated to the top of his head, and then the shadow of the soul image rose from behind.