Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

And God loves the world, not the scourge that has fallen into despair.

Su Banan suddenly shook off Beska's hand and took several steps back.

Beska looked at his hand that was thrown away, his expression flashed a little hurt, he pursed his lips tightly, and his face became cold again.

However, the young man didn't pay attention to his face, he climbed up the high steps to check the Rabbit God's wound.

The cold blade pierced the god's chest, his crimson pupils were closed tightly, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids. He was so quiet, no matter what method Su Ban used or how he shouted, he never woke up. signs.

If the Rabbit God dies just like this—then the rabbit disease that has just recovered will soon spread again, and the world will once again be shrouded in the shadow of natural disasters, and all efforts will be in vain.

Su Ban could hardly accept this ending.

Su Jiao turned her head and looked at Beska below: "Why?"

Su Ban was not stupid, seeing these red-eyed crows, and then thinking of the "folk customs" that Beska said...he could fully understand what happened.

Beska deliberately conveyed the "weakness" of "God can be killed by a red-eyed crow with a blade" to the believers of "God of Blood".

And once the believers are convinced of this setting.

Then the gods who answer their prayers will be forced to bind with this setting.

But what he didn't understand was—why Beska did this.

……

The young man's pale hands grabbed the corner of the god's clothes, his silver hair flowed gracefully on his shoulders, and a pair of golden eyes stared at him intently, seeming to be dazed and desolate.

—he was asking him why.

He is mourning his passing.

Beska couldn't tell exactly what kind of emotion was in those golden eyes, but just thinking about it like this, jealousy began to gnaw at his heart like a poisonous snake, making him teeter on the verge of losing control.

Beska avoided the boy's sight, and conveyed the truth to the boy in a blunt and cold voice: "He is Louis."

Because he was Louis and his enemy, he had to die.

This has nothing to do with the boy, it only has to do with the position of Beska, a loyal knight of the prince.

Beska convinced himself so.

Su Jiao looked at him in astonishment, as if hearing a ridiculous joke, "What did you say?"

"I said, he's Louis!"

Beska's voice also suddenly raised: "He is Louis!! Can you hear me clearly! Louis!"

Su Jiao: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Su Jiao: "Louis is dead."

The news of Louis' death was learned by Su Jiao from the Rabbit God.

Beska sneered, "He's dead? It's—"

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the backlog of anger burst out: "Yes, he died! He failed in that battle! He died! This sinner who brought disaster to the mainland! This traitor of the royal family, with dirty blood Dirty bloody garbage, he died, he died well, he deserves to die!"

"But he was resurrected on this thing!"

Su Jiao's pupils shrank. For some reason, he couldn't help but think of that day.

He wanted to inquire about the details of the war and the experience of the Rabbit God during the war.

So he got the news of Louis' death from the Rabbit God.

Su Jiao recalled Rabbit God's demeanor when they were talking about this matter.

There is warm sunshine in the library, and the roses are blooming comfortably. The man made him a cup of black tea, and the bone china cup shone with warm light.

"It's unfortunate."

He put the silver spoon into the teacup, stirred the black tea, his movements were graceful, without making a sound, only his melodious voice flowed in the air, "Many people died, including the general who led the army..."

When he said this, Su Jiao was also stirring the black tea following his example, and the silver spoon made a crisp sound when it touched the cup wall.

So Rabbit God's voice paused subtly, and looked at Su Jiao.

Su Jiao: "What's wrong?"

He said, "It's nothing, it's just that you should know this person."

After Rabbit God said so, Su Jiao could guess who the dead person was.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. His lips and teeth were immediately fragrant, and his body felt warm. Su Jiao narrowed her eyes comfortably, "It's delicious... when will you know how to make tea?"

"I learned a little while I had nothing to do... I remember that pocket watch was given to you by him." He said in a casual tone, "He died so miserably and won't pester you anymore, you should be very happy .”

Su Jiao put down the silver spoon and let it hit the cup wall, making a "ding" sound, and then he answered him——

"That was the path he chose."

As for life or death in the future, what does it have to do with him, Su Jiao?

Su Jiao didn't hate Louis, nor did she like him.

He is a passer-by to this world, and likewise, people in this world are also passers-by to him.

Perhaps Louis had troubled him—but now that the people of Louis are dead and the disaster has already happened, if you indulge in it and wonder whether you hate or love him, isn't that just asking for trouble?

What's more, Su Jiao has no feelings for Louis at all.

But He seemed to care a lot, and as if he wanted him to answer, he pestered him and asked, "Aren't you happy that he died?"

Su Jiao felt that the Rabbit God didn't like Louis very much. Although the Rabbit God didn't say it explicitly, Su Jiao could vaguely feel it—and, speaking of it, if it wasn't for Louis' interference, the Rabbit God wouldn't become the "god of blood." ".

Su Jiao felt that she had to coax Rabbit God.

So he said against his will, "No... I'm very happy that he died."

"It's him who made you like this." Su Jiao said, "I hate him the most."

After Su Jiao finished speaking, she felt that Rabbit God would be very happy.

As a result, the handsome man on the opposite side looked at him expressionlessly, even his smile disappeared.

Su Banana: "..."

"Don't touch your teacup with a silver spoon."

He suddenly said in a very serious tone: "The book says that this is a very rude behavior."

The topic changed so quickly that Su Jiao didn't realize it for a moment: "Ah, uh... oh."

……

Memories come to an abrupt end.

However, thinking about it now, he felt inexplicably cold. He thought... why would an unruly god born in the mountains suddenly know how to make tea, and why would he suddenly care about the etiquette details in the book about not touching the teacup with the silver spoon?

What is Beska still saying——

"This, this kind of thing that is neither human nor ghost - this kind of demon crawling out of the dead - this kind of monster that is not dead but can only exist by relying on others, wearing a Painted evil ghost!! He killed His Royal Highness, he deserves to die!"

Su Banan's head was buzzing, as if she was listening to an absurd yet true joke.

Besca: "You don't even know what he is—"

No... wait, no matter what the other party is...

He shouldn't have died miserably under the conspiracy like this.

Su Jiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had regained her composure.

Su Jiao: "What is he? I know best - you don't need to tell me."

The boy's pupils were sharp and calm, with a chill in them.

Beska realized.

The angel didn't believe what he said—perhaps, not a word of it.

Just as Beska was about to say something, he suddenly heard a faint smile: "Really?"

Thin and pale skylight fell from the large glass windows.

It shone on the person walking out slowly behind Beska.

He was wearing a gray-black cloak, his expression was hidden in the darkness, and his demeanor was extremely cold.

Su Banan had seen him before.

It was seen on the side of the survivors, said to be a deaf, burned man in the cloak - whom Beska talked to.

Su Jiao was not surprised, he stood up, "Who are you?"

The young man stood beside the dead god, his golden eyes examined and looked at him vigilantly.

The cold and hard pattern of the Black Iron Throne vividly sets off the lonely and cold temperament of the young man, but for no reason it reminds people of a kitten with sharp claws.

The cloaked man looked up at the boy, put his pale hands on his chest, and saluted him.

"You look fine."

He complimented it like a small talk.

His voice was hoarse and fuzzy, as if it had undergone some special processing, making it difficult to distinguish.

Su Ban frowned.

The person in front of him gave him a sticky, venomous snake-like feeling.

"But I think you seem to have misunderstood the person behind you." The cloaked man said, "Maybe you should see his true face."

He chuckled and clapped his hands.

Afterwards, Su Ban saw two men in black cloaks appear from behind him.

The moment Su Jiao saw the face of the cloaked man, Su Jiao shuddered slightly—the cloaked man who appeared out of nowhere, wearing pale masks, was like a god of death walking in the dark night.

And Su Jiao...has seen them before.

In Yinhunling, the bloody god's dream.

Those who surrendered to the natural disaster, the strange people with pale masks and empty cloaks.

Their empty hands are dragging a person—no, that's not a person.

His whole body was covered with twisted, melted and solidified black iron, and the original skin could hardly be seen, and his face was also scalded by the iron with scars like holes, which was extremely terrifying.

And the most frightening thing is that this person is still alive despite undergoing such inhuman torture.

The people in the cloak let go of their hands, and the "man" fell heavily on the floor. The hard iron on his body rubbed against the floor to make a harsh sound, which made his teeth sore and his ears numb.

Beska looked at Su Banana.

The young man seemed to have never imagined that a human being would have such a terrifying shape, and at this moment his red lips were tightened, making his face even paler.

The cloaked man's voice was hoarse, but unhurried, "You might as well take a closer look at this man...see if you recognize him."

Indeed.

Although already beyond recognition.

But Su Ban recognized it.

That's Gal.

The man who pushed him into the dungeon—but why is he here?

And why did it become like this?

……

Gal also seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

He first looked at Su Jiao, and then moved his gaze to behind Su Jiao...the god with his eyes closed tightly, and the blade on his chest.

What happened is obvious.

"Success..."

Cal stared at the knife on His chest, and then couldn't help but let out an excited voice like rubbing old bark: "You...you succeeded..."

His eyes were protruding, his teeth were shaking, and he was rattling, and his whole body fell into an abnormal frenzied excitement, "Dead!! Louis is dead!! He is dead!"

He laughed loudly, bringing up the chapped scars on his face, "He's dead!! He turned me into this, he turned me into something that can't live but can't die, but so what, I can't die, but I can watch him die before me!"

For such a monster, Su Jiao said every word: "He is not Louis."

"He is!" Gall's eyes were cloudy, but his voice was sharp: "He is Louis, the ghost who crawled out of blood, he was resurrected from the devil, and was cursed by the wise people to die - it is better for him to die , dead to be clean!"

"He's the demon who killed my mother!"

Gall's hatred poured out, "He is a supporter of the iron-blood policy, he killed my devout mother! My family..."

He seemed to be thinking of the distant past, his eyes became a little dazed, and then turned into hatred, "I have been lying in ambush by his side for ten years, and I know everything about his demeanor and behavior, even if he Turned into ashes, I will not mistakenly recognize it!"

Su Jiao realized that Gal's words did not seem to be false, such deep hatred...

He will never make a mistake.

As a result, Su Ban's brain became confused, and those details resurfaced in front of her eyes again.

Such as unusual erudition, such as keeping a straight spine all the time, such as unintentional arrogance... all kinds of details.

That really wasn't something a pure and innocent Rabbit God could have overnight.

more like...

Something in the bones of a well-bred, proud nobleman.

In addition, He also knows the relationship between Beska and the prince...

The Rabbit God really wouldn't know about these things, or, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

"But none of that matters now, he's dead."

Gal's joy was almost insane, he took a few breaths, as if he just noticed Su Jiao who was speaking.

He showed a paradoxical smile again, "Ah...it's you."

He said, "Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you that I became like this."

He crawled towards Su Banan vigorously, the metal rubbed and creaked.

Even though he knew that it was impossible for Gal to climb up the stairs and reach Su Jiao's side, Beska stopped him immediately: "Gal."

"He really likes you, Angel." Gal opened his eyes wide and smiled strangely, "Although he didn't say it clearly, I know that I will end up like this because of you."

Su Jiao felt that Gal in front of her was completely insane. He didn't have the elegance and calmness he saw in the library before. You are a god, but you can do such a cruel thing to me."

He seemed to expect Su Jiao to hate Louis, and the words he spit out were all slanders against Louis. He said that Louis was dirty, disgusting, the illegitimate son of the king, and was fostered by his noble mother's family. Later, the mother's family withered, He became the king's mad dog, biting whoever he saw, with a bright face on the bright side, and countless blood stains in the dark.

"A thing like this - is it worthy of being a god?"

However, there was nothing in the pair of golden pupils that the boy looked at him.

After a while, Su Jiao looked away slightly.

The boy didn't do anything or say anything, but Cal felt some kind of unspoken sarcasm from his averted gaze.

Gal: "!!"

His face was almost distorted: "What do you mean by that!!"

Su Jiao: "It's not interesting... I just don't want to see the hatefulness of a poor man."

So in front of Gal, Su Jiao bowed her head and kissed the god's forehead.

The boy whispered, "Thank you."

"Who are you calling pitiful!!"

Gal's face became more and more ferocious, and he wanted to pounce on it, but was suddenly kicked away.

The hard iron on his body unexpectedly cracked, tearing his flesh.

Gall let out a bone-piercing scream, and blood spattered out.

He looked at the man who kicked off his cloak in disbelief: "You—"

"All right."

The man in the cloak stared at the young man who was kissing the dead god, his voice was still smiling, "That's the end of the interlude."

For some reason, Su Jiao seemed to be smiling, but Su Jiao felt a deep coldness in his tone. He turned around and saw the man in the cloak clapping his hands, "The next thing is the interesting part."

And after his applause, those red-eyed crows who were quietly squatting around suddenly moved—the overwhelming crows suddenly rushed over!

Su Jiao was pushed away from the god by a force, and the scene in front of him was blurred for a moment, and then he was pinched by a cold hand and strangled his neck.

He was dragged off from the high throne, and the Rabbit God and the crow that rushed past became out of reach.

It's the cloaked man's hand!

Su Ban wanted to struggle, but hit her back with her elbow - but failed.

Su Jiao's pupils shrank, her lips turned pale.

empty.

Under the cloak... nothing? ?

A great astonishment enveloped Su Jiao, before Su Jiao could recover, his hand was held, and he was suddenly strangled behind him.

He was wrapped in a huge cloak, only his head was exposed.

The bondage is there, but the cloak is empty...

Su Jiao didn't have time to think about what this meant, but when she raised her eyes, she saw the red-eyed crow like a hungry ghost, frantically eating the silent gods on the throne, as well as...Gal and Beska.

Gal rolled and screamed wildly, and he said loudly to Su Jiao—or the cloaked man: "What do you want!! I will help you win over Beska, let Beska help you secretly change the dogma of God, and kill Louis together Afterwards, didn’t you agree that you would lift my curse?!”

Beska didn't seem to think: "You guys!!"

But his words were quickly buried in the overwhelming crow wings——

"That's right." Su Jiao heard the soft voice of the cloaked man: "I'm lifting your curse."

His voice was even peaceful, "The curse of immortality, isn't death a relief."

When Su Jiao came back to his senses, dripping blood covered the black marble floor and stained the file he brought red.

Su Jiao stared blankly at the tall black iron throne. Thick blood began to flow from there, step by step, and on the throne was a white bone that was silent with the crow's feathers. The flesh and blood had disappeared.

Su Banana's teeth were cold, her fingers were cold——

The Rabbit God...is dead.

Su Jiao felt in a trance, as if at this moment, she felt a kind of sadness and despair, that kind of endless emotion, which almost defeated his little divinity.

He was let go by the cloaked man.

He saw the broken black iron on the ground, and Gal's bones wrapped in the black iron, as well as Beska's bones... It seemed that everything was over.

Afterwards, countless red-eyed black crows rushed over from all directions and fell into the cloaked man's cloak.

The cloaked man walked forward unhurriedly, without any footprints at first, like a floating ghost.

But as the crow condensed, he walked forward with blood dripping, and slowly formed footprints, and was soon submerged in thick and thick blood. The blood squirmed, as if it was alive...

He stepped up the blood-stained stairs, and as he got closer to the throne, his figure became clearer and clearer.

Finally, he stood in front of the cold Black Iron Throne.

For a moment, Su Jiao felt that the back was so familiar that he felt chills in his heart.

So he sat on the Black Iron Throne, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, stretching his slender legs, the gray-black hood finally came down, revealing his familiar and almost perfect face.

——The bloody natural disaster.

Or……

Feast pity.

But he is not as weak as Yan Lian, on the contrary, he looks very healthy, his eyes are abnormal crimson, when he smiles, it reminds people of two curved crimson moons.

He propped his jaw up, showing perfectly curved lips with a slight smile, "How do I do it?"

His pupils hidden in the darkness seemed to lock on to Su Jiao, as if he was eloquent: "Angel?"

Su Jiao was silent for a long time, her fingers trembling slightly, because he realized something very slowly.

He said, "No, no matter what I do."

"There is no way to save them from being destroyed by natural disasters?"

If you want to create a god, you will end up with a typo; if you want to stop the war, you will be imprisoned in a dungeon, and natural disasters will occur on a large scale. If you want to turn the tide, the god will be killed when you are about to succeed.

And finally, the cowardly and pure natural disaster god, when he saw the blood-stained bones of the god...

Feeling hopeless.

It's almost... like being fooled by "fate".

The man on the throne smiled and said, "Yes."

Yes.

That's right...

Su Jiao stared fixedly at the existence sitting on the throne——

He, or He, said it in a tone that bordered on pity, cruelty.

"How could you find the future from a false memory from a natural disaster?"

"I'm sorry." He said in a very pleasant tone, "I have tasted your despair."

The despair at that moment - the despair of the "God of Natural Disasters" who "stands on top of millions of natural disasters".

The god is polluted and will be trapped in his world forever.

"It's all over..."

He is so arrogant.

like a winner.

——"God of natural disasters."

……

"yes."

Su Ban raised her eyes, "Is it really over?"

He was condescending, looking at him.

"It's really not sad, isn't it painful?"

Su Jiao heard her own voice: "Doesn't it hurt when you see dead bodies all over the place?"

The boy climbed up the stairs.

His shoes were stained with blood, his uniform dissipated, and the snow-white star wishes fell lightly on his body.

The white robe was not stained with dust. As he walked towards Him step by step, the pale robe was gradually stained with scarlet blood stains.

He just looked at him, with a weak, foolish smile on his face that Yan Lian often had, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

He hates it - or rather, he hates Su Jiao's appearance very much.

Divinity is leading his soul, no pain, no itching, no injury, no weakness, no shrinking, sharp and brave, fearless.

But that's not what Su Ban looks like.

That's just what all living beings expect—the way gods should be.

And God loves the world, not the scourge that has fallen into despair.

The dark red vines entangled Su Jiao's ankles, and the thorns pierced them relentlessly, and golden blood flowed out.

The young man seemed to feel the pain and frowned slightly, but he still didn't give up and was still walking in his direction.

Walk so firmly.

The author says:

Ah, the speed of life and death.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!