[Western Fantasy] Creator's daily tasks

As time passed, the dead vines in autumn covered the rubble-strewn ruins, and then quietly rotted and dried.

The black old trees intertwined, and the cold wind drifted by, as if mournful and wailing, originating from the abyss. The ghostly sound wound around the transparent leaves layer by layer, and flowed down the river, slowly pulling the dragon lying in the ruins like turpentine. Surrounded by clouds, it formed a dead coffin. There was no sunlight, no air, no life, only resentment and wailing.

Long Yun opened his eyes to see such a scene. The purple sun hovering over the ridge abandoned this place, and desolation and death spread along with it.

He spread his right hand in a daze, and the black crow standing on the tree flew down, fluttering its wings, staring at the black pupil opposite him.

After a long time, as if waking up from a dream, I got up.The black crow in his hand flew up and landed on the scattered tower bricks in the distance.His gaze gradually narrowed, and he remembered that the place that looked like a short tomb was originally the tower of that ancient castle.

Avoiding the rocks covered with green moss, a trace of coldness penetrated into his heart, and the ubiquitous cold surrounded and swept his whole body.

The purple sunlight shines on the sunken valley as always. In the dense forest, the black and green stream flows quietly, and finally converges in the... unknown Kennedy River.

Turning his eyes away, it seemed to be full of mist, Long Yun knew that it was just an illusion conceived in his mind.But I still can't control myself—despair and confusion about the future.

Finally, he stuck a piece of thread from the collar and pulled it off violently.

state! !

The fine and thin silk thread is wrapped around the middle finger, kneaded and stretched, becoming an independent individual but eventually a mayfly, without any ability to resist, can only choose to succumb to this tragic fate, can only choose to be abandoned by the world instead of —Abandon it.

"Becoming a demon, becoming a fairy, I only want to live a lifetime of happiness and protect the people I should protect."

Blood flowed from his bitten lip, and he was extraordinarily alluring in this desolate place. He raised his head, suddenly let go of the control of the spiritual power in his body, and smiled insanely.

Dark thunderclouds came from the sky, the ancient gods cut through time, and the chants that sounded with it came here with the coercion of heaven and earth, and purple lightning formed in the hands of the giant Anbar, holding an unstoppable power He slammed down fiercely.

The lightning and thunderclouds gathered around obviously did not give up on this excellent opportunity, and they rolled one after another. The thunder elements condensed into an incredible force in a short period of time. When the purple lightning flashed by, this force angrily fought against it Intersection, purple lightning!It turned into a scorching white ball that broke through the space and landed directly on Long Yun's head.

boom! ! !

The ground subsided, and the ruins with broken marks and broken stones became even more dilapidated, almost completely smoothed and smashed. An energy ripple crossed an arc and shot towards the sky quickly until it disappeared out of sight.

"puff."

A large mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat along with the thunder element in his body, scattered on the soil under the rocks, his hands slowly spread out, and what he held in his hand was a small silver pendant. Baptism, but the shining corners are very much like his master, Levi's shallow smile, full of hope and new life.

clang--

The music of nature from the harp, flashing in the clouds.A bare hand rests on the transparent long string, and the relaxed and joyful notes revive the earth, a little bit of green breaks through the soil, pushes away the heavy bricks pressing on the body, and stretches the body hard.

Long Yun bowed, wiped a handful of blood foam with the back of his hand, and carefully put the silver jewelry dug out from the rubble into the pocket above the collar.

Boom! ! !

The dark tree trunks, the faint cries of mountains and seas splitting the earth apart, covered by the meager spiritual power, a cloud of tude air radiated a faint brilliance.Obviously, if this is the case, Long Yun certainly has the confidence to block it, and even has the power to attack and counterattack.But the black treant grown from the ruins of the ancient castle was thousands of meters tall, far beyond everyone's imagination.

For a while... Long Yun could only support it hard, relying on a trace of the power of returning to the ancestors, the dragon's veins and dragon energy would not be able to die, and the body would die.

bell bell -

The sound of the harp is getting faster and faster, like a violent storm, making you drift in the boundless sea, and you will be wiped out by the huge waves in the next second.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.The world was dark, and the light of the extreme day pierced the sky, graceful like a swimming dragon, hovering over Long Yun's head, refusing to fall for a long time.

Bang!

A faint sound lit up the whole world, and a phantom of a long spear carried the cosmic galaxy and flowed backwards, slamming into the little Tude Qi left, and the spiritual power shield suddenly wailed, In the dazzling halo, it turned into a sky full of elemental particles.

Long Yun closed his eyes and held the silver jewelry in his pocket with one hand. He was ready to fall under the three or nine heavenly calamities. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to succumb to the majesty of the sky.

Ding……

The silver jewelry in Long Yun's hand made a clear sound when he was pinched, and when he opened his eyes, a pentagram array slowly flashed in the center of the silver jewelry, and with irresistible power, it sucked the phantom of the spear and the universe galaxy into the magic circle. In the formation.

Qi Yang smiled and nodded, this Long Yun is not stupid, okay.In fact, he was touched, and that's why he temporarily attached a magic pattern star array to the five-pointed silver ornament. It's a pity that such a grateful young man died.

Although I don't know what the law has done to restore the luck of the world again, and not to be alone and take care of one person, but I am still a child, shouldn't the Creator treat everyone equally?

What's more, he is now the holy son of the Holy See of Light~ Speaking of which, when he was in the Welsh Continent, he saw Conneredi's compassionate and compassionate holy light.In addition, the "shelter of the God of Light" is almost doubled.

The main reason is that he was trapped by the law and there was nothing left, and he also got an elf body to suppress his divine power even more, but he failed to complete this career that has been flirting after time travel.

It's all right now, although he regained the position of god with an elf body, at least he can withstand the tossing of divine power. It is not a big problem to transform the chaotic divine power in his body into the power of holy light, and he can also steal some faith. Take good care of McGill, and borrow the power of the Holy See by the way. When the holy war comes, the control of the home court is not in his hands. After all, a huge plane belief is not just for fun.

Thinking of this, Qi Yang didn't look at the image of Lei Jie in the crystal ball, and reached out to take the Holy Son's scepter from the priest who had been waiting beside him.Lowering his head, the bishop humbly put on the crown.Standing up, he walked slowly to the statue of the Twelve Apostles. Under the watchful eyes of the bishops, he took up the holy belt on the table and wrapped it around his neck during the baptism with holy water.

A wide scarlet carpet inlaid with gold has been laid from the steps in front of the door to the front of the prayer platform. The huge cross-shaped banners painted with swords and holy hammers are hung on 24 pillars carved with relief.

The orange-toned murals cover the entire half-vaulted zenith, the sinking sun, the purple clouds, the rout of alien races, the human beings prostrate on the ground, praying to the sky, and the countless apostles who spread their wings.

The light of noon passes through the windows made of colorful glass, forming beams of light, pouring on the statues of the twelve apostles, like a miracle.

Pope Rapetto held up the golden scepter, and the holy light rose with it, responding to the continuous throwing of holy water, becoming a halo all over the sky, bit by bit, everywhere.

Amid the splendor and splendor, the succession ceremony of the Holy Son begins...