The Endless Shuttle

"Sab thinks so? Then I'm afraid you won't have time to spend more time with me."

"Why?"

"The Mother God has never been known for wisdom among the Three Pillar Gods. The things she can think of, probably all the four elements can think of."

Nyogda sneered.

"Cthulhu of water, Katugya of fire, Hasta of wind, they all have a close relationship with your father, and they all give birth to your sisters. Maybe at this time, one of your sisters has already On the way to meet your father."

"So I can see my father while also seeing other sisters?"

Saye asked in surprise.

Nyogda was speechless for a while.

"I mean, your competitor... forget it."

"Yeah, thank you Sister Nyogda."

Saya stood up, spread his hands and smiled.

"I know what my mother thinks, and I also know what my sister Nyogda thinks, but I think it is better for a family with the same soul elements to live in harmony than to fight for favor in front of my father. I think so. "

"Heh... I hope your sisters think so too."

"Sister Nyogheda is here again. Before I leave, does Sister Nyogheda have nothing to ask me to bring to my father?"

"no!"

"Sister Nyoghada, Sister Nyoghada."

Saya shook his head regretfully, and left from the dark kingdom of God with a smile all the way.

After Saya left, Nyogda lay down on the rock steps, muttering to himself.

"If it's important, of course I have to do it myself... What a fool."

Between the throne of the Goddess of Ever Darkness, darkness and tranquility were restored.

Chapter 74 The Daughter of Storm and Disease, the Daughter of Ocean and Dreamland

The outbreak of the disease has been around for some time.

In the beginning, it was cold-like chills, high fever, headache, fatigue, body aches, nausea and vomiting. Everyone disagrees. They all think that illness is just a simple change in the weather, and they can be cured by finding a doctor or pharmacist to prescribe some herbal medicine.

Some people from poor families, or serfs and peasants, didn't even take medicine. They covered their heads and slept at home, hoping that their bodies would get better together when the weather improved.

Soon everyone found out that they were wrong.

This is not an ordinary disease, it is a severe punishment from the gods.

It only takes about three to seven days for people who are sick to develop symptoms of systemic toxemia, bleeding, confusion, delirium, or coma. No matter what medicine is taken, it will not help, and the bodies of dead patients will appear in a very short time. Bruises and cyanosis make the whole body appear purple and black.

Thus, this disease has a name.

-The Black Death.

It is a rain of flames tilting down from the sky at the end of the day, it is the terrible venom cooked in a cauldron of hell, and it is the anger of the gods that treats humans equally.

People who are ill, no matter whether they are rich or poor, their status is high or low, cannot escape the end of a terrible corpse in the end.

Panic and disease spread across the land at the same time.

People are terrified.

Some of them prayed to the gods, offered their meager wealth to the priests of the church, and begged for forgiveness from the gods. However, even the priest himself often died of the Black Death. Others closed the door tightly and looked at the corpse being pulled away by the cart from the gap in the window, crying and praying that the next person in the car was not themselves.

At this time, the heretical trial that had been slow and calm began to sprout again. A large number of Vatican knights rushed through towns, cities, and villages, labeling all suspicious people as "disease spreaders", letting them die and letting them combustion.

Only diversion and fanaticism can alleviate the growing fear of the people.

But even so, the social system is still declining.

The society built by mankind over thousands of years was destroyed by the Black Death in just a few months, making cities no longer cities and kingdoms no longer kingdoms.

The most terrifying plague in human history is quietly rising.

In the central square of a certain city in France, a grand gathering organized by a church is enthusiastically unfolding.

Of course, this enthusiasm definitely does not refer to the enthusiasm of the people.

The black crowd on the square wrapped themselves tightly, showing only a pair of eyes full of hatred and expectation, staring at the fire set up by the church knights, the bishop who spoke passionately, and... Bundled humans.

"Gentlemen, this is a difficult time. God's dissatisfaction with us has been passed on to us by this disease. We cannot beg for forgiveness of the unforgivable sin. We can only approach our ability and shorten the time of punishment a little bit. "

The bishop in luxurious clothes said loudly, and pointed his finger at the screaming person in the fire.

"They have been proven to perform black magic, blasphemy, and heretical worship. They are selfish people who let the Lord's punishment fall on us. Don't you want to say anything when you see such an exciting scene?"

"Long live the king! God is always there!"

"Now, let us listen to the powerless reproach of the sinner and confess to God..."

On the second-story building on the corner of the street, on the balcony of the most luxurious room in the hotel, a girl with long blonde hair gently picked up a silver wine glass, took a sip, and left a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Mary, mankind is such a fragile thing. It's just a mere black death that makes them crazy, hysterical, and even transfers hatred to their compatriots, burning them for the possibility of ignorance... Guess, those who are How many innocent people are among the people who burned?"

"Miss, my name is Jenny..."

Beside, the maid said aggrieved.

The blonde girl shook her head.

"Your name is not important to me, does it? You just need to know that I am calling you. Now, answer my question."

"A total of six people... there should be at least three people, right?" The maid said uncertainly: "After all, the bishop is personally judged. The bishop is a very pious priest."

"wrong answer."

The blond girl traced the rim of the wine glass with her fingers.

"The answer is--all."

"what?"

"All of them are innocent people, but they were pushed out as scapegoats because of need. The thing that fascinates me the most is this. As long as they are named "need", they can treat the lives of their compatriots not as life. Look. "

"I don't understand, Miss..."