Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Three months have passed since the catastrophe that destroyed the world. After a short period of thrilling and recuperation, people began to slowly become active, cleaning and repairing after the battle.

And some places that have been destroyed too thoroughly, people can only move out of there to find new places where they can live.

Chaos Zone - has now been renamed Atlas.The fringe area was the first to be affected by the disaster, and it was also the most severely destroyed place. After people moved out of there, after several months of wind, frost, rain and snow, there were no living people in the ruins.

Countless mosses grew on the ruins, and from time to time one or two small animals passed through, looking for a temporary shelter in the cracks.

Layers of dark clouds pressed down on the ruins, and it was dense, with a bit of a dull taste.

A slender figure slowly paced from a distance, he was wearing a plain black robe with dark gray lining.Her long silver hair was tied casually behind her head with a straw rope.

He held a long wooden stick in his hand, and looked at the vast ruins with a flat expression. The movements of his feet were extremely slow, as if aimlessly.

I walked slowly based on memory, and walked to the river that had dried up, my eyelashes drooping slightly, and I measured the number of steps with the wooden stick in my hand.

The familiar scent of wisteria flowers faintly wafts through the air.

I paused and looked up, only to see a small purple flower poking its head out of a crack in the ruins.

I don’t know how it survived, and stretched its body in the air, blooming inexplicably gorgeously, and it became the only bright color among the large moss.

Throwing away the wooden stick in my hand, I gathered my robe and stood beside the purple flower.

I didn't care about the ruins, I found a slightly flat stone and sat on it slowly.

After several months of long-distance travel, the body does not feel tired at all.

Spiritually, he was like an old man on the verge of death, who staggered alone in the heavy snow for a long time, only to feel that when he took a breath, a large area of ​​cold and loneliness penetrated into the spleen and lungs, and the cold bones trembled.

I looked up at the gray sky.

A piece of white snowflakes slowly fell down, unbiased, and landed between my eyebrows.

"Didn't you say you want to see snow?"

This snowflake is like a wedge, and as it falls, more and more snowflakes are falling down profusely, like elves dancing wantonly in the slightly cold air.

"I'll take you to see the snow."

I calmly looked at the vast sky and the flakes of flying snow, but the cold but gentle voice of that person sounded beside my ears.

Slightly bowing his head, a natural thought sounded in his indifferent heart.

I just thought I was an orphan in modern times, why couldn't I even cook.

Turning his eyes slightly, he looked at the little purple flower, and raised his hand to help it cover the falling snow.

"So you have quietly protected me so many times."

The snow became heavier and heavier, and soon, the ruins were covered with a thick white coat.

The young man sitting on the stone was also covered by a large expanse of white snow. His silver hair seemed to blend into the vast expanse of white snow, and his black robe lost its original color, leaving only countless white spots.

"Why do you have to?"

The little purple flower was blown by the wind, bent slightly, and brushed the corner of the young man's clothes, with an unknown meaning.

It wasn't until the whole world was covered in silver that the silent young man bent down and buried his head in his knees.

After a long time, he sighed.

"You all wanted me to save the world, and I did it according to your request."

——Why in the blink of an eye, you all don’t want me anymore.

In the boundless white snow, the young man who was covered by the wind and snow suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, the white snow was dyed red. In the snowstorm, this red color looked strangely dazzling.

The young man curled up in pain, arched his back, and couldn't help covering his heart with his hands.

In the deepest part of the heart, a black and white seed is spinning wildly.

"If the world is not destroyed, you will not live."

"Promise me, you must destroy the world."

A long time ago, the two gods of light and darkness planted seeds representing their own power on the Son.

The seed coalesced into destruction.

As long as people in the world still have faith in the two gods, this seed will continue to grow.

— Now, it sprouted.

Cheryl struggled painfully on the icy snow, her breath smelled like blood.

It was as if every cell was being cut again and again by a sharp knife.

It was as if a red-hot needle was stabbing deep in the bone marrow.

The hair tied with the straw rope came loose at some point, and it was clearly a piece of bitingly cold white snow, but the sweat from the young man almost soaked the entire robe, and the broken hair between his forehead stuck to his forehead, pale golden The eyes were soaked in scarlet color at some point, and the corners of the originally indifferent eyes were smudged with a thin layer of red, looking extremely coquettish.

It was like a sharp spear shot straight from an unknown direction, piercing through his brain, causing his brain and nerves to be violently stirred.

Sherrill gritted her teeth in pain, blood was bitten out of her lips at some point, but even so, it couldn't cover up the pain all over her body.

He hit the stone beside him with his head, bleeding from his forehead, and scarlet blood slid down from his cheeks.

The soul trembled from the severe pain.

【drop--】

[I noticed that the host's body functions were severely damaged, whether to use the self-rescue mode. 】

The cold mechanical sound rang in the ear sticks, but the young man only felt tinnitus.His face was pale, his brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't even make a sound in the white snow.

[The host's health is dropping rapidly, whether to use the self-rescue mode. 】

The young man in the snow gradually stopped struggling, and even his breathing seemed extremely weak.

[Host life energy is 5%]

[4%]

[3%]

[2%]

[1%]

The white ring between the fingers suddenly emitted a gentle blue light, which quickly covered Cheryl's whole body, warming and nourishing his body over and over again.

This is the life energy collected by Uslet after going through hundreds of worlds.

His second gift to Cheryl.

However, at the same time, the germinated seeds are constantly destroying the body functions that have just been repaired, and life and destruction have gone through countless reincarnations in a short period of time.

[27%]

[35%]

[80%]

[19%]

The system is tirelessly reporting a series of data.

[The life activity of the host is extremely unstable, do you want to use the self-rescue mode? 】

The mouth and the tip of the nose were full of the taste of blood, and the young man said with difficulty: "No."

[The host has refused to use the self-rescue mode. 】

Time is passing at an extremely slow speed, day turns into night, and night turns into day.

The heavy snow is still falling endlessly, and it seems that there will never be an end.

The power of life and destruction is constantly tearing in Sherrill's body, just like the fiercest battlefield.

The white snow at the bottom has been soaked red with blood, and is soon covered by the white snow of the heart.

The system that had been silent all night finally spoke.

【If you don't want to live, you can just take off the ring in your hand. 】

Cheryl was in a daze, he felt his throat was scorched by flames, and he couldn't make any sound.

He curled up stubbornly and shook his head very slightly.

--Do not.

This was given to me by Uslet, so I can't lose it.

It took a long time for the Seed of Destruction to realize that he seemed to have no advantage in front of such a huge amount of life energy.

It is like a violent unconscious beast, it can only make judgments subconsciously.

Since you can't defeat it in your body, then escape.

In the originally white world, a violent breath suddenly erupted.

The blackness swept over in an instant, corroding everything like the most violent sulfuric acid.

The moss hidden under the white snow was swept away by the black mist, and immediately withered and rotted. The vitality existing in the snow and ice crystals immediately turned into a pool of stagnant water. It seemed that even the air had a slightly yellowish breath of death.

A child, wearing a thick padded jacket, was turning over the huge ruins with his head down.

His fingers were purple from the cold, and his hands were covered with large and small wounds, obviously he had been turned over for a long time.

A white-haired fox was also rummaging with its own head. Its clean and smooth fur had already been stained with a lot of dust, and its body was also bald.

The child was the Joan who couldn't speak.

When disaster strikes, he is hidden in a deep cave by the blacksmith grandpa in the back mountain, and meets the fox Grubb who sneaked out again.

When they found a way out, the peaceful and quiet town was in ruins.

Joan rummaged in the ruins for three months without sleep.

He was looking for his brother Cheryl.

The snow was falling too heavily, which made his rummaging a lot slower, and his fingers were so stiff that he could barely feel it, but he didn't dare to stop.

He knew that Cheryl couldn't see, and it was almost difficult to keep himself alive under such a catastrophe.

So he kept looking.

He was afraid that he would not find Cheryl.

I was also afraid that the Sherrill I found would only be a skeleton.

Suddenly, Joan stopped her movements, her silver-gray eyes fixedly staring into the distance.The moles of tears at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible and looked very eye-catching.

——The breath of death is rushing over quickly.

Grubb arched his body involuntarily, his sparse fur was all blown up, his tail was tied straight up, and he let out a threatening growl into the distance.

The black mist spread quickly, giving almost no chance of escape.

Soon, as if it was alive, it wrapped around the child's ankle, and the originally healthy skin color quickly turned into a plaster-like grayish white.

Grubb jumped onto the kid's shoulders, growling a little anxiously.

Gray and white soon spread from ankle to knee.

Joan frowned, feeling the cold sweat seeping down her spine.

A slender figure suddenly descended from the void, and the wind and snow lifted his silver hair.

With his back to the child, facing the turbulent black mist, he slowly raised his hand, with the palm facing outward, making a stop motion.

The black fog that was spreading wildly stopped suddenly.

He stands between life and death, and destruction stops.

Qiong stared blankly at the young man's back against the light.

The other party seemed to notice his gaze, turned around slightly, and looked at him with lowered eyes.

The originally light golden pupils have turned scarlet red, and the corners of the eyes are also smudged with a thin layer of crimson, which looks extraordinarily powerful and evil.

Like a very coquettish flower blooming in the ice and snow.

"Don't touch him."

The black mist trembled and wrapped around Joan's feet stubbornly, refusing to back down.

"I said. Don't touch him."

The black mist wrapped around Joan's legs was suddenly torn off, and the gray-white color immediately returned to a normal skin color.

The warm temperature surged back to the body, and the child who had worked hard for a long time finally saw the person he was looking for. Although he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't resist the exhaustion that surfaced from his bones.

His body was crooked, he closed his eyes and fell down.

Seeing that the child was fine, the silver-haired young man turned his head to look at the huge ruins filled with black mist, raised his hand, and his fingertips were entwined with a white shimmer.

The black mist continued to struggle, but uncontrollably rushed back into Cheryl's body.

As the black mist continued to pour in, the young man's complexion became paler, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The white fox paced anxiously around his feet, whining once or twice from time to time.

Cheryl only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

The remaining black mist took the opportunity to break free from the shackles, and quickly fled towards the surroundings.

Beyond the distant Nine Heavens, an ancient bell made a dull sound.

At the same time, the system that had been silent for a long time also made a sound.

【drop--】

[The law has recognized the host, task eight - the task of becoming a god has been completed. 】

A beam of dazzling light broke through the thick clouds and sprinkled on the young man.

Thousands of souls in the world feel the same feeling in their hearts at the same time, and they all look in the same direction at the same time.

They all heard the bell.

——That was the birth of a god.