[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Medieval...?

The young man walked slowly on the barren plain, his expression faded from the vivid expression when communicating with others, leaving only indifference on his handsome face.

Expressions are unnecessary if no one else is around, right?

The Dark God doesn't like acting for himself.

That's right, this boy is Elan.

The dark god who had just awakened to play the global idea hadn't planned to leave the world where information explosion and entertainment prevailed so early, but the system that had been weakening the sense of existence in his body suddenly changed.The message from Phil, the god of light, is "the end of the next stop". After Elan sensed the provocative and threatening words, he was originally parked in the source of darkness and was supposed to be wrapped in a small body that could not move. The small light suddenly dissipated.

No, it was clearly reunited in the new world.

Don't play the game of seven deadly sins anymore?

Elan was a little bit regretful, but also excited about the grand welcome ceremony that Phil might prepare—Phil must have picked a great world, right?

No matter what the God of Light wants to do, it's not okay to make him wait too long.

Reluctantly giving up his plan to travel around the world, Elan finally opened the other side of the space-time passage to the place where he could feel the strongest blood of the same origin as Qingming—the place where the white fox Ge Ye stayed for a long time. With a wave of his sleeves, he left in the bright sky.

Hope Hei Qingming's luck is good enough.

Across the world, Elan sent his sincere blessings.

Of course, how to understand this "good" is a matter of opinion.

Now, the God of Darkness walks on the ground, using his own body, not putting on anyone's shell.Now that the time of the end has come, his strength has also recovered a lot, and it seems that there is no need to use the so-called evasion methods in the past.

Should it be said that it is the world chosen by the God of Light?Whether it is architecture or wind speed, there are too many similarities with the original world. The churches built by the religions that have gained power are exactly the same as the temples in the original world. However, the lack of alchemist's works makes the churches inferior to the temples.

Alchemists, offshoots of magicians, makers of magical implements.

There is no such thing as a magician in this world, there are only wizards: they also use sticks as weapons, like to live in isolation, and love to do experiments that are strange and terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people... But this era is too barren, let alone the Internet, there is no telephone, contact The method is single and cannot be popularized, the preciousness of knowledge, the lag of information, and the habit of occlusion make wizards of good and bad, and at this time they are in an extremely bad situation——

The Holy See of Light is hunting them down.

Yes, the Holy See of Light.

The religion that believes in the Supreme God has even more authority in the secular world than kings, bishops and other shepherds who claim to be God.This is an organization like an iron bucket. From the pope to the priests, they have clear responsibilities and are united in one mind. They all have a devotion to God that has gone through many tests, and because of this, they have obtained sacred power, and this sacred power has made them even more devoted to God. pious.

Elan had already gone to watch.

Just feeling the fluctuations of the holy power from a distance made him extremely sure - this was Phil's power, and he was all too familiar with it.

Emotion and power, have they finally merged?

On the stage prepared by Miru Fiore, Bai Lan invited Tsuna to play the game "Choice". Now, the whole world is the stage prepared by the God of Light. What Phil invited him to play was the war between the Holy See and the wizards, right?As a prelude to this war, the witch hunting movement has already risen.

There is smoke ahead.

It was a small human village. In the evening, the villagers gathered in the open space in front of the village, looking excitedly at the girl who was tied to a high platform with piles of firewood under her bare feet, shouting endlessly:

"God witnesses!"

"Burn her! Burn the wicked witch!"

"My poor old mother suddenly became seriously ill. She must have been cursed by a witch!" the fat peasant woman cried, staring at the girl with hatred in her eyes. Rili's simple face was covered with a layer of cold light.

"And my little Linda..."

It's boring.

I have seen a lot of shining souls just now, and the Dark God, who has been spoiled for vision, has no interest in these ignorant villagers. They are ugly, vulgar and unbearable, and they are equally lacking in appearance or inwardness, drifting along with the crowd. Whether they live or die, it makes no difference in the eyes of the gods.

It was worthless, and there was no surprise, the girl on the high platform was not a witch at all - there was no magic power in her body at all.

waste time.

The Dark God turned around indifferently, and left this place that disappointed him without hesitation.

Is it the Grim Reaper?

The girl on the high platform saw the corner of the black cloak disappearing into the bushes in a daze, and tears rolled down her dull pupils, covering the dry marks on her cheeks.

This is an age of ignorance.

The wisdom of the people has not yet been enlightened, religion is popular, and the church that claims to be the spokesperson of God walks on the ground. In the deep mountains and dense forests that ordinary people have never gone deep into, wizards, goblins, blood races...the creatures in myths and legends still exist in the world and share with mankind. over this vast land.

Most of the witch hunting movement hunts not wizards at all, but women who are persecuted for various reasons, and the wizards who really master the advanced spells are not those who are called Muggles and have no magic power. People can easily deal with it.

Maybe it's God—or the reason why Phil overlooks the earth, or maybe it's the reason why this world is fundamentally different from the previous world. The breadth that Elan's spiritual consciousness can reach has shrunk, and he can only see the radius Things that happen within a distance of ten miles.

The place where it landed didn't look too good.

The tireless god walked slowly, taking in the scenery along the way, and when he passed the seventh Muggle settlement and the third high platform, things became a little more interesting.

"stop!"

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, a sound came from afar. The tall and straight knight tightened the reins, and turned over from the back of the brown horse amidst the exclamation of the people. The silver armor and the waistband gleamed. The sword moved with his figure, like lightning tearing through the night!

oops.

The Dark God sighed in surprise.

This is a handsome knight, with blond hair like the bright morning sun, blue eyes like a cloudless sky, high nose and deep eyes, no matter his face or figure is a typical Western race, but Elan has a faint sense of deja vu when he looks at it—— Come to think of it, this is exactly how Vongola Dakong felt.

The final candy, which one did Tsuna Kichi eat?

His thoughts moved slightly, and because of the slight resemblance to his old friend, Elan laid out a blanket and sat on the ground with great interest, and found a place suitable for watching the scene, looking at the drama, and also at the burning light in the chest of the leading knight. The soul of light.

Yes, headed.

What came here was a group of knights, but, against the background of the leader, the others were just dispensable backgrounds in the eyes of the Dark God.

No, they are still useful—at least, from their titles, Elan can know the knight's name—

"Godric"?

Godric, meaning "God's dwelling place".

According to Phil's gauntlet, if the two sides hold one side, and the God of Light occupies the Holy See, he should be on the wizard's side.

The black-haired boy held the juice he took out from the "half-plane" and watched with interest as Godric exposed the cowherd's courtship and slandered the young girl, and declared his crime to be blasphemy of the Lord's name. , watching the cowherd collapsed on the ground with a pale face, watching the girl's gaze gradually turn from numbness to gratitude, her eyes were shining.

Elan licked his lips.

Freshly squeezed watermelon juice is really sweet.

At night, the knights returned to the church in the town.

This is a rather solemn chapel with a wide dome and colorful windows depicting the story of Jesus. The cross stands there quietly, like a merciful Lord.

It can be seen that the relationship between Godric and his companions is very good. After taking off the armor, these knights look much younger. Of course, there are old knights in their 30s, and more teenagers who look like teens.For this small town, the number of knights is too many, right?

From their conversation, Elan knew that this team of knights was walking together, and their goal was the location of the pope—in general, these were excellent knights reported to their superiors by the clergy from all over the place, and they were about to go to the temple. Where, if nothing else, they will be honored, joined the Knights Templar, and even the Inquisition.

The future is boundless.

"Godric, what's the matter, are you still worried about that innocent girl?"

"No, it's just..."

"?"

"Bourbon, don't you think it's a bit strange? The villagers avoided an open space when they walked, but there was obviously no obstacle there..." Godric hesitantly expressed his guess, "I heard that wizards have a kind of A spell, called the Muggle Repelling Curse?"

The companion was silent for a while, and then wondered: "But if there was really a wizard there, what was he doing?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, but were speechless.

Although wizards have always been eccentric in the impression of the Holy See, being eccentric enough to stay there and do nothing is a bit beyond the cognition of the young knights.

Maybe he was too sensitive.

In the end, Godric had to think so.

The night is already deep.

"Good girl, see you tomorrow."

Godric brushed the horse, rubbed each other affectionately with the filly named "Molly", and left the stable to rest.

The shadow of the young knight disappeared into the night. Beside Jasmine, a black-haired boy appeared at some point. He looked like a traveler who had just strolled here. He was leisurely and harmless, and his eyes were full of curiosity about the surrounding scenery.But this is just the appearance——

As if being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, Jasmine's mane exploded.

"Bah bah——"

Under the night, the horse's frightened cry was blocked by a strange force and could not be heard.