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

The author has something to say: Summary of the previous situation: Isis went on a killing spree without leaving a single one behind, and the sea of ​​blood and corpses blew themselves up.

After I finished the last chapter, I went back and found that it was a bit bloody, so I made a series of warnings. To be honest, I don’t really understand why bloody can write pornography but not?Obviously the former is more terrible, right?For example, why can readers accept a male protagonist who kills innocent people without blinking an eye, but cannot accept a male protagonist who has multiple lovers or is not dedicated?Obviously the latter is more helpful, right?And if measured according to universal values, I think Isis is more evil than the original version of Anita. The current version of Anita is a pure, kind and cute little girl. Alas, it feels like I pulled out the teeth of a poisonous snake with my own hands.

It’s scary to write about gore, but it doesn’t feel like writing about sex. This may be the reason why I’ve been locked up many times. I just don’t understand. Is it because sex is closer to ordinary people, but death and murder are far away?

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Meh!

77

Can I fight for you like this?

Isis raised her head reverently, and he looked at his father, as if praying for a salvation.

In the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, Isis stared blankly at those silver eyes, in which he saw the reflection of the purgatory on earth, the countless souls ascending to heaven on the boundless river of blood, and himself in the middle.

Have you seen it?This ugly body has no graceful posture and commendable advantages, no beautiful face and no holy breath, the real me is like this... such a humble and vulgar monster.

Such me, am I entitled to your love?

His Father God was looking down at him. Isis would never be able to understand that kind of look. Maybe it was serious scrutiny, maybe it was also meaningless silence, or gentle compassion, or even impatient hatred...

But no matter what, at this moment, the only meaning of his existence is to wait for the judgment of God the Father—or he is still the knight who sits down and does his duty, or is an ugly monster that deserves to die in a pool of blood.

Father God, coming to him.

Isis was as stiff as a stone sculpture, but he could hear the roaring sound in his body, from the beating in his chest that almost tore apart the chest cavity, from the surging and boiling mucus in the blood, and from the fine friction in the bone and spinal cord ...

It was almost like a delay.

His god finally walked in front of him, Isis stared blankly at his god, the ground was covered with sticky blood

Poor, and his godfather stood here, letting the blood flow over his ankles.

Don't...don't come here...these things are so dirty...I beg you, don't come here again...

Isis heard his throat rolling, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. He suddenly realized what he looked like at this time. Why did he think that such a self could get the love of God the Father?The place is filled with the smelly blood of dead bodies, and he is the ugliest monster in the blood.

"Ugh--"

Father God's sigh was very light, but to Isis it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, lowering his head and bending his back.

"Why is it like this?" His Father God was asking, "Why are you all...so restless and frightened?"

Immediately afterwards, his godfather took another step forward, blood rippled, and this time his god completely walked in front of his own creation.

Isis watched as his god bent his knees—no, don't—his god, knelt slowly before him, and he saw those silver, smiling eyes again.

His god knelt before him and cupped his face.

"Don't do this." Father God gently touched his forehead with his forehead, and everything was reflected in those silver eyes, "As I said, I will accompany you until the end of everything, no matter what you are , I love you all."

The invisible force stretched Isis's back at this time. When he straightened his back, he was actually much taller than the father god. The monster's body was so burly that he could easily wrap his god.

Isis had lost the ability to think, and his disordered instincts made him make the most desired action. He stretched out his arms and hugged his god tightly.

His god responded to him:

"That's right, don't be afraid anymore, okay?"

His god gave the command:

"Come on, hold me and stand up."

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When Su Yun was lifted by his waist, he suddenly had the illusion that he was a child.

The prototype of Isis is too huge for human beings. Isis was very tall when she had the appearance of a knight, but now that he reveals his true face, it will only be even bigger.

Su Yun used his own height to estimate that he was about 1.8 meters tall. In human form, Isis might be more than 1.9 meters. Once the half body of this ferocious and burly horse was added, Isis would be at least three meters taller.

It is easy to distinguish the strength from the difference in shape, but just looking at the expression, they seem to be reversed

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Isis looked at Su Yun, his emerald green eyes seemed to be able to hold all the emotions in the world, he was the one who was bright and sunny, the one who was bloody and violent, and the one who was fragile and confused, and now...

What kind of emotion is this?Is it reverence and piety?Is it crazy obsession?Is it deluded longing?Or do they have both?

But no matter what the emotion is, it is the same for Su Yun.

Looking at the eyes of Isis, Su Yun suddenly felt distressed. Are all his creations like this?He is extremely unconfident about his true appearance, afraid of being abandoned and hated, his little plagues...ah, Teresa still hasn't shown himself in front of him, is it also because of this reason?

Teresa was the most timid child. Su Yun thought that his condition had been improving, but it turned out that his pain and anxiety had never diminished.

"It's not ugly at all." Su Yun lowered his eyes and sighed lightly, "Isis is so powerful, I like it very much."

At this moment, the arms of the centaur suddenly closed for a moment, but then their master stopped their presumptuous movements immediately, and became a sculpture again.

"My God..." Isis murmured, "I love you so much."

Isis's face is covered with a layer of hollow bone, which makes his face look like a terrifying skeleton, but when Su Yun and Isis face to face, the touch of the bone surface is as cold as ice .

"Well, me too." Su Yun smiled softly, "Let's go back, the war is over."

So Isis stepped forward again, and the barbed horse's hoof cut through the bloody quagmire. The sound of a few water droplets falling was almost inaudible, but Su Yun still caught them. He lowered his eyes and saw himself in the blood. reflection.

What an absurd scene that the priest Gao Jie, who was dubbed a saint by the crowd, is leaning in the arms of the devil?

Those drops were not water drops, but the blood on the hem of his clothes.

The blood drops shattered the reflection on the mirror, Su Yun raised his head again, only the battlefield with dead objects and corpses remained in his eyes.

He watched this battle from the beginning to the end, and only half of all the dead should have died at the hands of Isis, and the rest of the lives should be attributed to him.

It's all the same... All the little plagues should have half of him.

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The bloody battlefield deters the plague, and it seems that even natural disasters like the plague are afraid of such death.

But at this time, a person who shouldn't be here is standing silently in the river of blood,

He was wearing a black robe and a strange bird mask, with his hands folded on the cane, and the blood flowed over his calves, but he remained motionless, only looking at the monster in the mountain of corpses... To be precise, It should be the person in the arms of the monster.

The bloody sunset has sunk, and the last glimmer of light is scattered from behind the ruins of the fortress. The monster behind the light is slowly stretching out its hideous and terrifying limbs, and it is still bending over its upper half human body , its god is holding his face, it is loved.

Isis succeeded, and he will have nothing to fear from now on.

How, how enviable and jealous is this?

The plague doctor lowered his head and sighed long. The transparent mucus flowed out of his cuff quietly, making a small cracking sound at the moment it dripped into the blood, and then white mist rose again.

In the distance came the sound of intensive horseshoes, the army was approaching, the leader might be Jasmin or Alice, but it didn't matter who it was, they just needed to break the harmony in front of them.

Isis can only be a believer prostrating under the throne of God until she dies, and Julia does not allow him to go any further.

The sun had completely set, and when the torches of the army turned into a river of night and illuminated Purgatory again, there were no more monsters in front of the remains of the fortress, only a blood-stained lord and the priest of the army.

The army began to clean up the battlefield. They burned and buried the corpses, and repaired the damaged walls and weapons. More and more people came, and soon the priest was surrounded by believers and his creations.

Isis is still guarding Father God's side, Jasmine and Alice have both come, and Teresa too, but he has been one step behind—is it because of fear?The wimpy reptilian knew full well his turn would be next, so would his dull, lumbering archetype be at the mercy of the Father?

The answer is yes, how could God the Father not love them?But Teresa was never sure about that.

The loud voices broke the dead silence, and Julia stepped back slowly, allowing herself to sink into the darkness again.

The scene in front of him should appear on the murals of all churches. Countless torches illuminate the center of the crowd. There is a saint who is revered by the people. He is praying for all the dead. Lords and knights surround him. Weapons, together with symbols of faith drawn on their chests, a priest holding a holy book bowed in admiration, and countless congregants knelt down one by one.

More and more people came, people yearned for the core of light, they dismissed the death around them, they

Confident that they will receive salvation and grace, they will never fall to the same end as the heretics.

Julia took another step back. He raised his head and looked behind the damaged city wall. At that moment, there was a flash of scarlet light, but no one noticed, including Father God who focused all his attention on the creation around him.

Besides him, there was only Anita who was still hiding in the darkness.

Anita... This dead thing only dared to take a peek at this moment.

Julia sneered.

Anita was the only one of them who could have guessed what he was calling, but so what?Only Anita is a dead thing, and only he doesn't care what he's going to do, on the contrary, Anita is happy to see it happen.

This short-sighted thing can only see the possible benefits of his success, but does not know what the end it means.

Julia looked up to the direction of the God Court, where the last plague was imprisoned,

How about, you can only silently watch what is happening in front of you but can't do anything, even if you know what I'm going to do, you just can't stop it.

Flora... Tell me, can I kill you this time?

Time and time again, Julia has repeated similar plans countless times. He has failed too many times, but he will never stop.

Because it only takes one success!As long as he succeeds once, he will get the sweetest victory fruit.