As the plague father, how can I save the world?

39

The sea surface near Creon Island has been calm this month, and almost every day is good weather for going out to sea, but few ships on the island dare to move.

Because the big black ship has been quietly parked on the sea.

Ever since I saw the warships and warriors like magic soldiers, the big ship on the sea has become an inaccessible area. The king of Creon Island sent scouts, but the scouts went crazy after getting close to the big ship—— That's right, he was crazy, he wanted to go straight to the big ship like crazy, and he didn't resist after being held down by his colleagues, he just looked at the direction of the big ship and smirked foolishly.

Rumors flew everywhere as if they had grown wings, and now everyone said that there was a banshee that confuses people's hearts on board, but the current king of Anatuo didn't believe this.

"I went to visit that ship." He wrote lightly, "The scene on the ship is indeed too extravagant, but if... it shouldn't be surprising."

His humerus old minister almost went crazy when he heard the words: "Your Majesty! You really went! I just went to meet the priests, how could you go there? What did they do to you!"

"It's nothing, I just refused my request." The king comforted the wise man, "Please don't worry, Imhot, I know who the owner of the big ship is, I have seen him—"

He turned his eyes to his priest: "When I was young."

The wise man asked back in shock: "But, but such a person...how could I not have an impression?"

"Because the wise man was not in the old capital, nor in the city of dead plague." The priest smiled coolly, "You are so lucky."

The priest of Anato is a handsome but feminine man. The wise man doesn't like this vicious guy. He is rude and cruel, but he is trusted by His Majesty.

"Death plague? That happened more than 30 years ago, when the king's capital fell and the rebels entered the city..." The wise man was puzzled, "How could..."

The priest was impatient to argue with the old man, and he said directly: "Thutmose, I'm going to see you tomorrow night. They won't allow you to board the boat, but I won't be sure."

The king didn't care about the priest calling his name rudely, he frowned slightly and said, "I'll go with you...I should let sister Wang come over too."

"That's not necessary." The priest smiled, with a very uncomfortable chill in his smile, "His Royal Highness needs to guard Anato's army, and what she got was a reward, and when she didn't have a baby,

Memory. "

"If that person doesn't even want to see me again, then even if Her Highness the Princess comes, it won't help."

40

The temple became empty again, and the servants were like puppets with a route, repeating completely unnecessary tasks over and over again.

Alice sweetly sent Father God back to the lower realm, turned around and smashed the head of a god attendant.

The God Attendant belonged to God the Father, but Alice couldn't take it anymore. After venting, he put the pile of broken heads together with a bad face and repaired the doll.

Ah – Jasmin’s stuff is ugly.

Alice has long discovered what this annoying brother has done: he maliciously buried the Anato Hall—the palace that Alice built after Anato, and collected the most civilized and beautiful works of art in Anato in the past hundred years , the pools around the temple are covered with lotus flowers and water plants, and all the murals come from the burned palace.

But in front of God the Father, Alice didn't mention a word about it.

One is because his temple is indeed inferior to Jasmine's handwriting.

Jasmine has achieved the ultimate in extravagance and beauty. He has transformed the entire divine courtyard. Alice's previous works will lose all their luster in such a divine courtyard.

The second is his fear.

Will relying on God the Father again and again bore the Father?If you can't even protect your own things, will you be abandoned by God the Father?

This can't be done...

He is the original creation, and he has the greatest advantage.

Father God originally belonged only to him, neither Teresa nor Jasmine should exist.

41

The gate of the temple opened lightly, and the pink petals from the aisle drifted with the wind, filling the temple with the charming fragrance.

At the end of the temple stood a young man in a blue robe. His back was as tall and straight as a birch tree, and his wide belt stretched out his thin waist.

The white skeleton wraps around the hem of his robe, which at first glance looks like a chic skirt.

"Alice, how could you...blaspheme God the Father?" The young man who opened the door asked sadly, just like a priest persuading a sinner, "This is wrong, let's make amends."

The young man didn't say a word, he didn't even look back, he just looked up at the sky of the main hall, there were seven demons painted there, everything in the world was annihilated in their play.

"Since you are the first to break the agreement, you must have the consciousness to bear the consequences, right?"

This time it is a deep magnetic male voice, its owner is holding a cane

, wearing a cloak, leaning against the gate of the temple: "Don't worry, I don't have a bad habit of killing, you will die very simply."

The boy finally turned around, his delicate face was indifferent: "Did you die under your poisonous sting? Or died under Teresa's minions?"

"Personally, I don't have any preference." Jasmine smiled, "But as far as the pain level is concerned... I recommend suicide here, after all, your knife is very sharp."

Alice finally smiled, a ignorant smile appeared on his indistinguishable face, nothing could be more pleasing to the eye: "It seems that you are ready."

Standing at the gate is no longer an ascetic priest and an elegant lord, but two monsters instead.

Green scales are attached to the young man's exposed skin, his priest's clothes have long been torn, and the black and blue bone spurs grow from his back to the tailbone - where the new tail has been replaced.

Teresa still restrained herself, his real prototype was thousands of meters long, second only to Flora.

But Jasmine is not so good-tempered.

The clasped hands have already been covered with pitch-black scales, under the extravagant cloak are bony spurs that are about to move, and the thin wing membrane is attached to the spurs, making the pair of bone wings that are several meters long curled up in the hind abdomen of the tail On the ground, venom ran down the hook-shaped stingers, plowing ugly tracks on the platinum-streaked ground.

The tails of Jasmine and Teresa are different, the former's tails are very poisonous and extremely hard; the latter's tails are covered with scales, and thick bony spurs are buried in the shadows.

Alice broke the agreement, so everyone is no longer bound by the perfect shell, showing the most authentic appearance and following the most primitive rules.

An inhuman roar escaped Teresa's throat, and the next moment, the dragon's sharp claws tore apart the temple like paper, and shot straight at Alice.

At the same time, the pure black cloak that Jasmine was wearing was completely torn apart, his bony wings trembled and stretched, his lower body was no longer a human torso, but terrifying and ferocious links and sharp claws.

There is no such thing in the world, and there should be no such character in even the most horrific myth imaginable to man.

After tearing apart the exquisite walls and load-bearing columns of the temple, the force capable of tearing everything stagnated above Alice's side.

But this time, the one under the dragon's claws is no longer a beautiful boy but an adult.

That's the devil.

A sheep as thick as a grown man's wrist

The horn protruded from his forehead, twisting and twisting. The once exquisite face was now completely covered with a strange red skin. It's the nightmare of everything.

The devil held up his ferocious sharp claws in front of him, and the sharp knives on his body also changed. They all turned into crimson and distorted shapes, as if they came alive together. They were scattered all over the ground. They were thousands of beating hearts. , thousands of breaths, thousands of bloodthirsty and indifferent eyes——

They came alive and followed their masters, vowing to tear their opponents apart.

"I am the original creation." Alice's voice was distorted with a contemptuous smile, "Father God loves me, who can kill my favorite me in Father God's favorite temple? Just by waking up How long have you been?"

42

Su Yun had a very bad time these days.

Every time he falls asleep, he falls directly into a dreamland. The fantasy dream he once had is really like a fantasy, and it never reappears once.

After a long absence, Su Yun actually felt anxious.

What if I can no longer enter that dream?What if I never see Alice, Teresa, Jasmine again?

What should I do?Do you want to continue living like this?

Anxiety is also a rare thing for Su Yun, who has always lived a peaceful life. He was able to find a way to deal with it calmly at first, but as time passed, anxiety gradually became Su Yun's torment.

Su Yun tried to find the previous games, but when he turned on the phone, he found that there were no traces of them. He turned to the app store, went to the forum post bar to ask, and searched for the secondary creations he had seen. Contact people in the industry.

But no one, and no one place, can prove the existence of these games.

In these short few days, Su Yun listened to the beating of his heart in his chest every day, at a loss as to what to do.

It's impossible, he thought.

Could it be that the games he had played were fake?Could it be that the secondary creations, rave reviews, and strategy commentaries he had seen all didn't exist?

Even those emoticons, those rural flower jg, the rich woman took me jg...

All fake?

Su Yun almost wanted to stay in bed except for three meals, but he had a good sleep quality, and he never dreamed of anything he wanted to see.

And a strange change had taken place on him, his hair—his dark brown hair—had now completely turned into crow black.

Satin-like black, except for the luster of the hair color, this color alone is a bit like... like the hair color of the "god" Su Yun in the dream.

It was this change that made Su Yun calm down a little.

Maybe things are turning around?

He waited like this for a month, and one night when he repeatedly looked at the table drawer, he fell asleep again and entered the world he dreamed of.