Miko

Arian's memory seems to remain in his childhood forever. Whenever he feels that he has forgotten, his father's face will appear in his dream, and he himself will always be just a child full of sins.

Sometimes the father's expression is sad, sometimes loving, and more often it is fortitude and perseverance, which is reassuring.But at the end of every dream, my father's face is always covered with sweat, his handsome eyebrows are tightly twisted, and there is only despair in his eyes.

Arian's mother lost her life after giving birth to Arian.This is hardly a secret—the birth of every son of God must be accompanied by death, and while enjoying divine grace, it also carries original sin.It is an honor for every selected woman to give birth to a child of God. The scope of selection is basically from the members of the temple choir. Of course, there are also a small number of female worshipers and charismatic warriors who are favored by God.After the woman chosen by God is pregnant with the Son of God, she officially becomes the saint of the Watchman Temple and enjoys the same respect as an inheritor.

The blood of the Sons of God comes from God, it is the seed left by God in Sprice, and they are born different.

Normally speaking, although a worshiper or a charismatic warrior possesses powers bestowed by the gods, very few of them can live beyond 20 years after gaining the powers.Almost all members of the Elvis family can survive for more than 50 years, and even Arian's father lived at least over 100 years old, but still maintained the appearance when he received the inheritance.They are well-deserved leaders of the Overwatch Temple, and no one doubts that they have the blood of God.

Members of each generation of Elvis will only give birth to offspring at the time, place and woman appointed by God.Every generation of holy girls gave birth to boys, and after the birth of the son of God, the mother would die immediately because she could not bear the divine power.When the new generation of sons of God grow up to be 20 years old, the Watchman Temple will hold an inheritance ceremony. In addition to gaining all the power of the father, they will also receive the blessings from God and become the true inheritors.

As long as a new inheritor appears, the previous generation of Elvis will die of old age due to the loss of the power bestowed by God.

Arian didn't have much impression of his mother, but in his memory, the time he spent with his father was very short, and more often, his father was serving God.His father was obviously more favored by God than any of Elvis's ancestors. Arian only had the opportunity to take shape in his mother's womb when his father was a hundred years old.

Arian understands the cruelty of the alternation of life, but every worshiper and warrior of grace tells him that this is an honor.He is convinced of it!He is proud of his surname and proud of his father!

Until Arian saw his father's face full of pain and forbearance, and his body, which was clearly a perfect fighter, bent like a dancer... Maybe this was the moment when his faith was disillusioned!

"It will end soon." Aryan thought silently.He is different from his father, he is not a favored offspring of God, but only a necessary tool for God to draw power.He even felt that God hated him very much.But this is also good, at least, you don't have to be like your father.

As for Timir... Although I still don't know what God's arrangement is, it is absolutely impossible for another father to appear.

Arian raised his head and closed his eyes, clasped his hands lightly, and prayed loudly: "May the grace of God surround Sprice forever!"

His voice instantly spread across the central island, and all the worshipers and warriors of grace, even the members of the choir who were singing and praising God, knelt down on one knee in the direction of the main hall at the first moment: "May the grace of God always surround you!" Spryce!"

However, there was a man who was farther and farther away from the temple and murmured in a low voice: "May your lord be favored by God forever!"

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Timir didn't know that there was a worshiper from the Watchman Temple slowly coming towards him, nor did he know that he was getting closer to his wish inadvertently.

He was hugging Onia at the moment, watching the strange Lucius walking towards him.

From time to time, there was a low sound in Lucius' throat, a bit like the commotion of a hungry beast.He slowly licked his sharp long claws, his lips were stained with blood from the claws, and some even flowed down the corners of his lips.The two eyes were fixed, staring at Timur's fur.

Such a strange person doesn't look like Lucius at all.Timmel tried to call Lucius' name to wake him up, but only saw him getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, the claws that tore apart the magician's body had been lightly scratching his neck.

Timir's whole body was stiff, but Lucius quickly located the artery. It seemed that in the next second, he would puncture Timir's blood vessel and chew his flesh.

"Timer..." A pained expression suddenly appeared on Lucius' approaching face, his blood-red eyes dimmed, and he grabbed the wrist of the other with one hand. "stop me!"

Lucius felt as if two of himself were fighting desperately for control of his body.He was in a trance just for a moment, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his sharp claws aimed at Timir's neck.Although he regained his sanity temporarily, Lucius felt that there was another self in his body that was full of resignation and anger, and intended to seize the dominance again.

Timir gritted her teeth, dodged Lucius' claws, put her hands lightly, and Onia had already fallen to the ground.Onia groaned in pain, but hadn't woken up yet.Timir didn't care about taking care of her, and punched Lucius on the head fiercely with his fists.

Lucius' eyes became blood red again, even worse than before. With a low growl, he shoveled his claws back.

Timir felt the wind blow towards his eyes, but it was too late to block his fists. He subconsciously closed his eyes and put all his strength into his fists.

With a thud, Timmel felt as if he had hit a hard rock, and even his finger bones cracked.Lucius' claws didn't land on Timur's face, he withdrew his hand at some point, holding his head and howling in pain.

"Lucius!" Timmel's four knuckles were all torn apart, but at this moment he couldn't feel the pain at all.Lucius is his partner, the person he cares about the most... This person is suffering in front of him now, and this pain is caused by him.

Lucius felt his brain buzzing as if it was about to split open.He wanted to see Timur clearly, but found that the shadows in his eyes kept shaking.After a while, the restless other self seemed to disappear suddenly, without a trace at all.The pain in my head also dissipated, and my eyes gradually regained focus.

"Timer?" Lucius shook his head, but found that Timir was hugging him tightly, head to head with him.

"Lucius, what's the matter with you?" Timir looked at Lucius cautiously, his eyes full of doubts.

Lucius thought back for a while, and found that the memory just now was actually very vague.His heart trembled, and he suddenly became suspicious of Drake.Could it be that Drake saw that he was unwilling to cooperate, so he created another consciousness and wanted to completely control himself?

There were footsteps approaching quickly in the distance. At the same time, Onia finally opened her eyes after moaning a few times, but her legs were still weak, and it was difficult for her to even stand.

Timir knew that now was not the time to talk, so he could only hug Onia again and walk back the way he came.

The road back to the Darkmoon Circus was unexpectedly smooth, and after sending Onia back to her residence, it was just dawn.

"Sister Onia, that city lord won't come to trouble you again, will he?" Timir said half-jokingly.

Onya blushed and spat: "I can't afford to climb high." Her eyes seemed to inadvertently turn to the somewhat impatient Lucius, she opened her mouth to speak, but finally just waved her hand and turned into the room. house.

Timir turned around and was about to ask Lucius how the situation was, but he saw Lucius recovering the crocodile's body in a flickering green light, and the black magic robe he was wearing was split into several rags and scattered on the ground. aside.

Lucius looked a little listless, but he still crawled towards their residence slowly wagging his tail.

Timir silently followed behind Lucius. Originally, he wanted to settle with him the matter of breaking someone's arm at will, but at this moment, he was also a little lazy and didn't want to speak to break the calm of this moment.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Lucius climbed onto the bed one step earlier, occupying most of the bed unceremoniously.

"Lucius!" Timmel sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Lucius' back absently.Whenever he was hesitant or had something on his mind, he would subconsciously pet Lucius as a well-behaved spirit beast. "Promise me one thing!"

"What?" Lucius fiddled with his tail lazily, he didn't even have the strength to maintain his human form now.Who knows what kind of magician will be here, forcing him to use a forbidden spell that he is not yet fully mastered.

"Can you..." Timmir hesitated, then suddenly lowered his head and looked sideways at Lucius: "For me..."

"Huh?" The thing Lucius wants to do most now is to sleep, but he still managed to pull himself together and stare at Timur with his crocodile eyes.

"...Don't hurt people casually?" Timir felt a little inappropriate after finishing speaking, so he explained again: "I mean, even if they have some faults, they don't need to hit so hard..."

Lucius felt his heart go cold.After working on it for a long time, it was me who worked hard, and I was the one who was tired, and the person concerned didn't appreciate it.But yes, that's what Timmel is like.If one day, Timir could watch others die coldly, he would be no different from ordinary people.

"I can't promise." Lucius tried his best to slow down his tone: "Like tonight, if the magician doesn't kill him, he can't let us go..."

"This way..." Timmir muttered, but didn't go on.He didn't agree with such a point of view in his heart, but if it wasn't for Lucius, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the opportunity to sit here and express his opinion now.

Only then did Lucius notice that Timmel's right knuckles were bloody, and he couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick the wound: "Timmel, thank you."

Timir silently looked at Lucius who was cleaning his wound, and his heart, which was always clean and clean, suddenly felt a little sad.

Seeing Lucius close his eyes, Timmel tiptoed out of the room, a little distracted and casual.Although he would love to stay with Lucius, he doesn't want to now.

He liked Lucius very much, a little more than Uncle Ivan, and more than Drow.Although he was unwilling to abandon Lucius or others in the face of danger, if Lucius was in danger, he would definitely stand in front of him without hesitation.

But it doesn't mean that he agrees with all of Lucius' views.Every time Lucius hurts someone, it is for the purpose of protecting him.But every time, he could feel that Lucius seemed to enjoy this feeling... Although he also longed to be a brave warrior, he didn't want to see others bleed to death, and Lucius obviously didn't care about it .

Timmir is suddenly full of confusion about Lucius and his own future. Will they argue with each other for different views one day, or even separate?

"Little slut, do you still want to seduce me? My lord needs to save some energy..." Timir was full of thoughts, and walked a long way unknowingly. When he was about to go back, he heard a wretched The man yelled loudly in very vulgar language.

Timir stopped curiously, and saw a muscular man coming out from behind a door that made a sound.The man's lower body could barely be considered neat, but his jacket was draped over his back indiscriminately, with a toothpick in his mouth, and his face was full of ruffians.

The man walked like the wind, and when he passed Timur, he deliberately bumped into him with ill intentions, and then walked away.

Timir hesitated for a moment, thinking it would be better to leave.At this moment, a woman with a lazy expression came out from behind the door—her thick black eyeliner was a little smudged, but she was still full of charm, and her red lips were slightly swollen, as if she had just been wantonly raped.

Almost without thinking, Timir immediately realized that something unspeakable had just happened between Mora and that man.Thinking of Lucius who was sleeping in the room now, Timmel felt angry for no reason.

When Mora saw Timir, she was so surprised that she immediately ran to his side and begged: "Timer, I didn't do it voluntarily, please don't let the leader drive me away..."

Timmel was even more annoyed, he didn't think about suing, he just complained for Lucius.Anyway, as long as Mora leaves Intercana Island with the circus, she will never see her again, so why bother with her now.

"It's none of my business what you think." Timir's tone was rigid, and his expression was not very good. "I hope you will stop looking for Lucius..."

Mora was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "As long as I can leave this ghost place, I will be free...Lucius has a strong sexual desire, who else can satisfy him except me?"

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The author’s bag is lost, all cards and ID cards are gone, and now I’m in the process of reapplying...everything is very chaotic~This chapter is still in transition~