Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Do you know what death is?

Death means that you can no longer see his face, hear his voice, or feel his warmth.

There is no trace of him in this world anymore, even if you look up at the sky, no matter how painfully you roar, struggle, and cry.

You can't see him either.

This is the first time I have faced a person's death so real, so close.

Mingming saw the light again, but his eyes were still covered by water mist and teardrops, and everything was blurred beyond recognition.

"Chaos."

I've never had a good look at him, and I don't even know what he looks like, so how can I let him stop being a god and die for me?

The stiff eyes moved slightly, wanting to look at the other person's face, but the line of sight froze slightly.

A bright and sharp sword was thrusting into Chaos' back.

The blade of the sword reflects the shadow of blood and the flames that fill the sky.

I raised my head stiffly, turned my gaze to the vigorous hand holding the hilt of the sword, and followed the arm, and saw the other's delicate jaw, smiling lips, and those cold blue pupils.

"Samuel."

The handsome young man looked at me and smiled very gently.

He suddenly lifted the hand holding the sword, and the body that was pressing on the young man was suddenly thrown out, rolled into the thick fire, and was quickly swallowed by the flames.

The boy's pupils shrank, and his face instantly turned pale.He struggled to his feet, his fingertips trembling, wanting to rush into the flames to snatch the corpse back.

"Kangdang—"

The long sword was thrown to the ground by the master, making a crisp sound.

A warm hand stretched out, blocking the boy's way.

Samuel's face was gentle, with an almost treacherous smile, and his blue eyes fixedly looked at the boy.

His hand slowly caressed the boy's face, and his thumb carefully and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Teacher, don't cry."

"You did all of this? You're sick!!"

"Do you still remember the book called "The Chronicle of Creation" that I saw in my study?"

The book says that there are no races in this continent, but they seem to exist in reality.

That is what God has written for the new world.

"This world is too dirty and always makes you unhappy, teacher. I will destroy it and create another one for you."

"OK?"

Samuel probably loved his teacher very much, but the teacher always ran away.

【You have already escaped from me twice. 】

【I create a new world as a cage to imprison you. 】

【OK? 】

I just felt cold all over my body, as if a cold poisonous snake had climbed from my ankles to my back. It was cold and penetrating, and I couldn't help but say: "You crazy!!"

Long, long ago, Sherrill asked his system a question.

The beliefs of human beings are mottled, and some are even filthy to the point of frightening. Why is their God of Light willing to protect them?

A god who has absorbed mottled beliefs, no matter how bright it is, will be contaminated with desires that it shouldn't have.

At that time, the system only replied one sentence.

——【It has fallen. 】

The god of light listened to the temptation of his Son.

It will perish with its people.

His Royal Highness the Son will create a new world with new beliefs.

The fireball falling from the sky is only the first step to destroy the world.

In the near future, the death brought by the fire will produce a huge plague that is difficult to save, and the lack of water will drive all creatures crazy.

There will be parents who change their children and eat.

There will be lovers killing each other.

There will be more and more desire and corruption.

Human nature has never been something that can stand the test, they will only constantly refresh people's cognition and constantly challenge people's bottom line.

"And before that—"

Samuel raised his right hand, palm down, pointing the tip of his slender index finger at his dearest teacher.

A wind swirled up from his feet, carrying flying sand and flames.The wind lifted his golden hair, and the flames illuminated his handsome face.

His azure blue eyes were full of fine light.

Countless golden silk threads gathered from all directions, carrying the gospel bestowed by God and whispering gently, and gradually surrounded a sphere with a diameter of two meters.

A golden light covered the darkened sky, covered the burning flames, covered all death and chaos.

The gentle youth coaxed his lover in a low voice.

"Let's have a sweet dream first."

The golden silk thread completely covered the young man's sight, and the warm temperature enveloped him like gentle sunlight.

All sorrows and fears were lightly brushed away, and the god representing light carefully protected its favorite child.

The young man's thoughts were gradually taken away by the swirling gold thread, and the gentle voice was soft and warm, trying to coax him into a dream.

Go to sleep.

my dear child.