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The same day is the last day of the old year, and it is swallowed by the long night all day long.

The priest stood on the sacrificial altar on the seventh day, and a half-person-high fire altar was erected at the four corners of the square.

The priest stood in the center of the sacrificial altar, with a plum blossom dotted on his snow-white long robe.

He clenched the cane in his hand tightly, and the emerald gemstones formed countless stars in the sky.The jewel at the top is entwined with thorns all the way to the bottom.

He sang softly, and the angels gradually gathered in the audience knelt down and bowed down.

Ent forcibly pulled the man over, pressed him to the ground and knocked hard.

That person was Slot, and Slot struggled to stand up, he was the only one among the thousands of people kneeling, and Ent knelt beside him, his body seemed to have solidified into a curved stone statue.

"Abel."

No one responded.

Sloat stared blankly at all this, he was small and incompetent, just a pawn in this bloody storm.

The priest held the scepter tightly in his left hand to support his body, and rested his right hand on his heart, singing with lowered eyes, his voice was low and melodious, but it was a funeral song.

He was mourning for all the undead in the two worlds. These loyal undead didn't know why they were fighting, and they died in battle, but they didn't know that it was meaningless.This is both faith and ignorance.

The priest opened his eyes alternately, and the divine power scattered from his body, splitting the long night. He saw the only person standing, but his eyes passed his body and looked into the distance.

Vegetation grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the bloody battlefield, and the blood-stained river gradually recovered and became pure.

The mottled shadows condensed into dead souls, and the kneeling angels kept standing up uncontrollably, embracing their reborn relatives and friends.

This is a real rebirth. They forget the pain of the past in the snow, and everything will go back to the beginning.

They didn't see the god on the sacrificial altar gradually merged with the world, and the divine power scattered all over the place sent gusts of warm wind.

Sloat chased the miracle and flew away, and the miracle flew through the clouds to the lower realm, and stayed on the banks of the Diskoran River,

"Abel?"

The miracle has no fixed shape, it is more like a cloud of fog, emitting a golden light.

The fog gradually condensed into a human shape, and Yabel signaled him to keep quiet, and squatted down to put his hands on the river surface.

The undead propped up their bodies and climbed up to the river bank. The fallen angel undead looked at them in surprise, and was taken away silently by Su Fan.

Su Fan was dressed in black and held an umbrella in the heavy snow. The goose feathers and heavy snow covered his footprints.

Yabel took the initiative to walk to Sloter, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said with a smile that he was thinner, and covered his eyes with the other hand, and put his lips in his mouth, "Sloter... I have fulfilled your wish, I don't owe you anything, do I?"

His voice was very weak.

Sloat couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried, so he could only nod painfully.

I don't owe anything, I don't owe anything...

Jabel let go of him with satisfaction, "It's fine if you don't owe it... I was reborn in this world and cleaned everyone's memory. Do you think this ending is good?"

"it is good…"

Sloat agrees no matter what Jabel says, unconditionally.

He didn't tell Yabel why he treated him like this, his body became more and more transparent, as if he was about to merge into the heaven and the earth.He knew why he was doing this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He swayed and knelt down on the ground, his eyes were spinning, and his soul was being torn apart.

He watched as Yabel's body gradually blurred, translucent hands pierced through the hem of his clothes, Sloat smiled lightly, "'Goodbye...''

The miracle returned to the invisible, and Sloter looked at the world blankly.He didn't know why he was here, and he didn't remember what happened in the past. He returned to the first day, but a room was inexplicably vacant. He didn't know why this room was empty, just like he didn't know why. Wait for someone to come back.Maybe ten years.Maybe a hundred years.But he will come back, that is his last chance to save.