I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

what are you

The black forest that had been cursed fell into complete silence, with no beasts or birds singing.

The sky was covered with a thin layer of veil, and the light and shadow were dim.

Fran thought she had done enough, so much that the Dark God could reverse the ending with her own strength.

"Next, what are you going to do?"

Even if this memory is imprinted in the fragmented soul of the Dark God, it is also the soul of the Dark God.

He should be able to do something.

The Dark God's eyes fell on her.

Her reddish-brown eyes were like a curious fawn, sparkling with interest.

She abandoned the dress he had when he saw her in the tavern, and because she was in a hurry, the exposed hair was soft and curly.

He, who never hesitated, had a little concern, will the next words disappoint her?

"Do nothing," he replied.

"Could it be that you have planned everything? It is indeed you."

When the spell in the Black Forest fades, believers will break in here to meet their gods.

Fran thinks this is reasonable, and the God of Darkness has a clear grasp of this war. If it weren't for the despicable means of the God of Light, when she came to this world, all the surrounding temples must have worshiped this god.

For some reason, she found that after she finished speaking, the Dark God's eyes shifted away guiltily.

"I am destined to fall here." A moment later, the Dark God added calmly, "Nothing can change this fate."

The winning ticket in Fran's eyes froze in her grasp.

——What are you going to do next?

—do nothing, because I am doomed to die here.

Does this give up the treatment and make it bad?

She worked so hard for a long time trying to revive him, but he said I was destined to die and did nothing?

The expected disappointment did not come, and what the Dark God saw in the next second was Fran's almost angry expression.

"I don't know how you came up with the destiny you said. Now that you are fine, and there are so many believers fighting for you, are you going to give up? Don't you even want to resist?"

She didn't even care about her honorific title, her fair hands were clenched into fists, and her cheeks were stained a faint crimson color from excitement.

Fran wasn't afraid at all, it would be a big deal to do it all over again.

You must know that the reason for his resurrection is the efforts of the believers for hundreds of years.

They hid traces of dark magic in the sun, just so that they or their descendants could see the gods they believed in again.

Who would have known that the gods before their fall would give up so easily.

Sensing her emotional changes, the little guy on Fran's shoulders pressed against her neck, and the coolness made Fran calm down a little.

The current Dark God is just a piece of memory, a piece of soul, she said these are useless.

Because of her questioning, his eyes slowly turned cold, but it seemed that he remembered something, and the little bit of coolness slowly dissipated.

The god who has been reluctant to explain too much, facing Fran at this moment, sighed silently: "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it."

Fran:?

"My godhead has begun to crumble." The Dark God continued to explain patiently, "This war is the end I arranged for myself."

Fran blinked slowly, and she quickly sorted it all out.

From the very beginning, the God of Darkness did not lose this war because of weak strength or strategy, and thus fell.

Rather, he knew that his time was running out from the very beginning, so he decided to use this war as the end.

He stopped his followers, ignoring her reminders.

All because he had already made his decision.

As a god, he naturally didn't want his followers to be sad and disappointed, so he didn't tell any of them.

"I don't understand, can gods die?"

Fran also sensed that the magic around the Dark God was becoming more and more unstable.Like a shaky tower reaching into the sky, it may collapse at any time.

"The magic and soul of the gods are eternal, but the gods themselves are not."

At this moment, he should really be leaving. From Fran's point of view, he was unusually peaceful and...gentle?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that without asking."

Fran lowered her eyes. If the God of Darkness is doomed to die, isn't this a dead end?She can never change the ending of the dream.

Although she was disappointed, Fran looked at the gods who were on the verge of collapse, and said as earnestly as possible: "Don't worry, even if the evil god of light wants to restrain your existence, your believers will not give up on you, no matter how many times you are Years or hundreds of years, they will always work hard to try to wake you up."

"If it wasn't because I peeped, I would have thought you were my devout believer." After hearing her words, the dark god's eyes were stained with a little smile, and he suddenly felt that there were other creatures accompanying him at this time , not too bad.

Fran couldn't laugh.

His soul was indeed collapsing, and after just a few words, Fran found his figure dimmed.

The dark god's skin was originally white, but now it is even paler without any other color. His beautiful red eyes are like a jade that is about to fade away, without a trace of scarlet when he first saw it.

— "He's in pain."

The words that the music box said flashed through Fran's mind.

If it is said that it is the soul fragment of the dark god who feels the pain, the pain is so painful that even the magic props cannot bear it, it means that it is not just a memory, but the soul fragment itself is repeating the dream before being torn apart.

"Are you in pain?" Fran asked.

"Painful? Your questions are getting weirder."

Although it is indeed uncomfortable to say that the soul is broken, it is not painful for a god.

"That's weird."

The dying dark god: ?

Only by remembering these dreams can she continue to "pain". The "dark god" in front of her now obviously only has the memory of this dream.

In "he"'s view, all of this is real, and the deeds of walking on the normal time track, "he" will not send painful signals to the music box.

Only by experiencing this memory repeatedly and repeatedly, suffering from the torment of the soul being torn apart again and again, can it be called pain.

In this dream world, there is only one thing with "memory".

"Baby."

The little thing that was attached to her neck trembled subconsciously when it heard her voice.

"What the hell are you?"

Xiaobei continued to stick to her neck, seemingly not hearing anything.

But this move was of no use to Fran.

She took it off her shoulders and handed it to the Dark God whose body was getting darker and darker: "Do you think this little thing is familiar?"

Dark God: "..." Should he be familiar with it?

Xiaobei wanted to run, but Fran grabbed one part of her body, and the soft part was stretched, like a small tail, being held in the palm of her hand.

Just like carrying a little black mouse, Xiao Bei was approached by Fran to the Dark God.

When Fran drew the unknown creature close to him, the Dark God didn't have the energy to care about it anymore, and he was about to fall.

Just when Xiao Bei touched the body of the Dark God, the whole ball of jelly mud stopped struggling, and it slowly collapsed, like a soft shadow, getting into the body of the Dark God.

The figure of the deity who was about to disperse also began to change from thin mist to deep, the collapsed tower returned to the clouds, and the opened eyes returned to scorching red.

At that moment, Fran firmly believed, something merged and recovered.

The curse that originally covered the sky over the Black Forest faded away like a tide, and the stars changed from day to night, and stars twinkled in the night sky.

The gods of darkness control the dream.

"The seal is lifted." He looked at her lightly and stated.

"It was lifted, when?" Fran was a little surprised, she was silent for a moment, and then reconfirmed, "The seal you mentioned is a soul seal, not anything else, is it?"

The Dark God stood upright, enveloped in a quiet and aggressive aura, his eyes swept across her somewhat surprised face, and chuckled lightly: "I thought you knew it."

This was the first time Fran heard the Dark God speak to her in such a soft tone, and she boldly guessed that it was because of Xiao Bei's integration.

"Can I get an explanation?" Fran asked. "If not, I'll ask later."

Her "request" was approved by the gods. After all, he believed that the "ask me later" in her mouth was not a joke.

……

Gods fall, but souls don't.So after the fall, the soul is reincarnated, and the original god will return to this world.

This is not what the God of Light wants to see.

His purpose is to remove the God of Darkness from this world forever.

So when the God of Darkness fell, the God of Light trapped his soul with a magic circle, crushed these souls into pieces, and sealed them in various magic items.

As long as the souls do not gather for a day, the real God of Darkness will not reappear in the world.

And this fragment has a part of the Godhead of the Dark God.

So the God of Light not only sealed the fragments in the magic props, just in case, but also left a trace of divine sense for guarding.

Spiritual thoughts and magic props jointly suppressed the soul fragments, so it fell into endless memories day after day.

Fight, lose, crumble.

After repeated repetitions, even the soul of the Dark God couldn't bear this endless torture.

So this piece of soul split itself into two, one part is the soul, and the other part is the godhead.

The soul is responsible for suffering, and the godhead is responsible for experiencing repeated dreams.

Xiao Bei is the separated soul.

Although it remembers the pain and has memories, it doesn't know what it is, only that it can't get close to the dark god in the dream.

The dark god that Fran met had a godhead, but he didn't know his situation.

Each round will forget the previous memory.

Now, the two have merged, and the soul fragments are complete.

While the Dark God was speaking, Fran was listening quietly.

She didn't expect that just the soul could do this to this extent.

"Then what happens when the seal is lifted?"

Apparently, the current dream is already under the control of the dark god's soul fragment.

But she didn't change the direction of the dream, and before that, the god in front of her would completely dissipate.

"You really don't know?" The Dark God looked slightly surprised.

"I really don't know..." Fran answered honestly while recalling, "I took Xiaobei these days, misleading the believers in the light camp, adding some ingredients to their water, and even in battle Attacked a few fairy witches..."

But these are not enough to break the seal, except for one thing that concerns her——

"The last time you were dying, the dream went backwards."

Obviously, the word "death", even a ray of soul of the Dark God, is not happy to hear it.

He also remembered that last time, he used his remaining power to protect her from the God of Light's divine thoughts, but she didn't hesitate to use magic to leave the dream.

It really displeased him.

The sudden thought made the dark god's eyes sink slowly.

Is it because that little thing merged with him, so he instinctively had some kind of different feelings for her?

After all, when the "memory" was awakened again, he clearly felt that the part of the soul she called "Xiao Bei" seemed to like her very much.

Fran didn't notice the expression of the Dark God.

She is still struggling with the seal.

"At that time, I thought it was..." She thought for a while, but decided to use the original word to call "soul", "It was Xiaobei who went backwards in the dream."

"I only lend you magic power." The Dark God's gaze slid across Fran's face, wandered, and finally settled on her slender white fingers.

It wasn't just the memory that came back, but the pain of the soul being torn apart from the past and... the touch of her.

Before, "he" seemed to like being held in her arms very much.

"So you're saying that I regressed the dream?"

Fran was still thinking, she was only using the magic she perceived in the previous dream, and there was nothing special about it except for a little more magic power.

"It's not just a dream, you dispelled the spiritual thoughts left by that guy."

His gaze was still on her, and her beautiful white and plump neck, "he" also liked to stick there, smelling the sweet fragrance of her body.

The reverie brought by his soul made him frown.

Suddenly I regretted separating a part of myself, so that I accepted so many unexpected emotions in one breath.

Fran had stopped guessing wildly, and she blamed it on the dark magic finally getting a little success.

Her eyes curled up: "Then will I be able to see the soul fragments when I wake up now?"

"You want to leave that much?" The Dark God asked subconsciously.

Fran didn't notice the change in him, she nodded: "The purpose of my coming here is to lift your seal. Now that the seal is lifted, I have no reason not to leave."

The only regret is that I didn't say goodbye to Xiao Bei.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble and the trees began to shake.

"Has the evil god found you?" Fran asked unexpectedly.

"He didn't." The Dark God in front of her sneered, "But I seem to be impatient outside."

The dark god outside?

In Fran's view, the soul fragments in the music box are part of the Dark God, so theoretically they can be regarded as the Dark God in the past.

They were so similar that Fran almost forgot that there was a dark god beyond dreams.

She remembered that the Dark God had told her earlier that his spirit had prevented him from entering the dream world.

"Why didn't you let him in?" Fran was a little curious, "You should be able to tell, that's who you are now, right?"

"It wasn't up to me to judge before, it was my soul that hindered the real 'me'." While speaking, the shock became more and more severe, but he continued as if he didn't care at all, "But now, I really don't want to be like this Let 'I' come in and take you away."

Fran:?

***

In the reality outside the dream.

Diana has been guarding Fran's side, and of course the shadow.

When the other party said that what was sealed in the music box was her own soul, Diana, who used to be a fairy witch, could guess this person's, no, to be precise, the identity of this god.

The Dark Worshipers have awakened their god, and now the god is looking for a magic item to reclaim her soul.

Diana didn't feel frightened or worried about it at all.

After all, the scope of the light is too wide, and it is time for other gods to appear to restrain the merciless God of light.

The melody of the music box spun in the bell tower, and she waited quietly.

At some point, the melody suddenly stopped, as if the music box had been choked, and the mainspring was still tight, but it stopped spinning.

But then, the melody sounded again, but it was different from the one she was familiar with.

—The melody is playing backwards.

Diana looked at the music box almost in surprise, and its surroundings were shrouded in a faint purple light.

The breath of this magic is different from light and darkness, it is a completely different magic.

Obviously, the Dark God also noticed.

Just when he was about to intervene with magic, the music box returned to the right track, and after stopping at a certain node, it continued to play the original music without stopping for a moment.

At the same time, a black shard emerged from the center of the opened box lid, and a dark light radiated from the surroundings.

On this ray of light, there was also a little inconspicuous white light, which flashed suddenly, like a broken diamond, and disappeared completely.

This should be the soul fragment that Fran said affected the music box.

Diana carefully turned her gaze away from the god beside her.

Unexpectedly, he abandoned the disguise of a black shadow and turned into a god with black hair and red eyes.

The breath he brought to Diana was like a deep night, mysterious and cold.

"Why isn't she awake yet?"

The Dark God didn't choose to take the fragments, but asked Diana.

As the queen of a country, Diana could still hold her breath. She replied as calmly as possible: "The magic of the music box should not be released yet."

At least she thought so.

But the former fairy witch didn't know that light magic props alone couldn't keep Fran, who had learned dark magic.

After about a while, the Dark God finally lost his patience.

He bent down to Fran's side, and the dark magic was like a layer of tulle, gently covering Fran's body.

"Do you really think I dare not break in by force?"

Diana on the side felt the almost aggressive dark magic power from this god, and he didn't seem too happy to see that the believer named Fran hadn't woken up yet.

Subconsciously, she thought of the God of Light. He was completely different from this god. Not only would he not take action because of this kind of thing, he even didn't care about his followers.

On the contrary, God's punishment will be sent down because of some small violations.

Ah, so maybe she shouldn't have been a believer in the Light in the first place.

At the same time, the soul fragments on the side glowed with the same dark magical luster.

This made Diana have a strange feeling. Why did she feel that the soul of this god seemed reluctant to release Fran?