Dark Shadow Shrine
Chapter 736: Only by comparing will you know how good
Entering 1319, there is not much anger on the Ultron continent.
The weather this winter has been unusually cold.
After the sky was covered with malevolent thick black clouds, the sun never showed its brilliance again, making winter a truly harsh winter.
A full year of natural disasters and endless demonic invasions are rapidly draining the last trace of vitality on the main plane. There is no sunlight, no clean air, and the rivers are severely polluted. Except for the 36 Arks of Doom, there is no place where food production or natural resources are normally produced.
All I can rely on is the food I found from somewhere, and the water from those really deep wells.
Old Mike put his hands on his chest, staggering like a heart attack on the desolate street.
The luxurious bluestone avenue that once accommodated four horse-drawn carriages was covered with snow, fallen leaves and volcanic ash.
Unfortunately, everything is in the past tense.
Monica City used to be a city known as the Pearl of the Orient, but the Pearl has become dusty. Half of Monica has collapsed into the void, and the other half is riddled with holes. Even the most chaotic and crazy demons are taboo to come to such a place of destruction at any time.
They are also afraid that the whole city will be swallowed up in the next instant.
The once majestic city wall has collapsed into a continuous masonry hillside, and a single intact house cannot be found in the city anymore. arrive.
In the streets and alleys, homeless people huddled their bodies, their hungry and almost crazy eyes kept scanning the surroundings, the supplies were seriously lacking, and there was no security in the city.
Refugees can have the worst conflict over a piece of brown bread frozen to a rock. The bones of the dead may be found in the most remote corners of the city, or they may never be found.
"Gah-"
Old Mike slowly opened the door of his own house, which had collapsed in half. It was obvious that he could walk directly into the house through the gap within one step, but he chose to open the door.
Maybe it's habit, or maybe it's because after accepting one way of life, you can't accept another simpler and rougher way of life. Just as he has always refused to convert to another **** after he believed in Luoshanda, the **** of dawn.
"How is the child..."
Old Mike asked softly to the woman huddled in the dark corner of the house, which only the most attentive could see. It turned out that the woman had a less than one-year-old baby in her arms.
"Tired of crying. Falling asleep... The child needs food..." The woman's sunken eyes were full of despair, and she could almost clearly feel the breath of death and decay in every pore of the child.
Old Mike wanted to comfort his daughter-in-law with words, but he knew that what he squeezed out would be the same withered smile due to severe lack of nutrition.
"I found a piece of brown bread in the ditch that the servants of the noble gentlemen abandoned some time ago."
If it was a year ago. It was something that even a dog wouldn't eat, soaked in dirty waste water, and I don't know what happened, but now, the woman's face as thin as a skeleton showed an expression of extreme desire.
She has long been without milk due to extreme nutritional deficiencies. But her scarred fingers showed that this great mother chose to breastfeed her child with her own blood.
The smoke rose.
Old Mike melted the snow with a bonfire made of scrap wood from the house, and then soaked the piece of black bread that was mixed with something unknown, watching his daughter-in-law greedily nibble on the black piece.
"Guangming, when will you come again..." Old Mike missed the fallen **** of dawn, and couldn't help but feel a sadness of despair.
"Still no news or hope?"
The daughter-in-law's question made old Mike freeze.
It's not that there is no news or hope... He remembered the figure of the beautiful and holy blond woman in his dream.
As soon as he closed his eyes, old Mike felt her kind face flash across his mind, her voice of healing and hope echoing in his ears.
"I am the powerful **** of light of the former Dragon Spear World - the 'Bearer of Light' Mishakai. I have sworn to join the Ultron world and become a part of the Ultron gods. Now I officially replace the fallen The [Dawn] priesthood of Luoshanda, the God of Dawn. And join the 'Ark of Doom' pantheon, under the command of Raven * Yunfield, the **** of death and shadow. All believers who choose to convert to me can enjoy the same benefits as believers in the **** of death and shadow. treatment……"
Old Mike had always believed that even if the goddess had the most kind and loving face, her existence was still a blasphemy against the great Lathander.
Why should an alien **** join the Ultron **** system directly? Why replace Lathander? A **** of light at the service of a dead shadow god? What a joke!
When people get old, they always start to become stubborn and refuse to accept new things.
But his own situation made old Mike shaken.
All state organizations have collapsed, and even the most generous church of the good camp has stopped giving. It is conceivable that it will be more and more difficult to obtain food in the future. However, the attacks of demons are endless. Beginning in August last year, even the followers of Tyr, the **** of justice, stopped sending evacuation guidelines at various intersections.
These incompetent, no-way mortals were completely abandoned. By their lords, and even the gods they believe in.
From which believers in the neighbors suddenly burst into tears, you can know which gods have fallen in the battle against the devil.
There is desperate bad news everywhere, and the only thing that cheers people up is the record of the Church of Dead Shadow.
Only the angels of the shadow of death also come to various human settlements to recruit believers every week. At first, everyone thought that if they were recruited, they would be turned into zombies or skeletons, but later, there were people who went and came back to invite friends and companions, and everyone's mind became enthusiastic.
For that evil lawful god-king. Old Mike had an instinctive disgust.
But the newly posted list of gods that can be believed in the 'Ark of Doom' pantheon made old Mike shaken. There are nearly 20 gods on the list, including the three camps of good, neutral and evil. On the list of good deities of human beings, the names of Misaki, Sune and Lierla appeared impressively.
The war took away four sons and one daughter, as well as his wife and two brothers.
Now his last remaining relatives are the eldest son's daughter-in-law, and the last blood descendant in the family - the less than one-year-old grandson Gardik.
As an old farmer who has dealt with the land all his life, this is his last hope.
The end of the world is cruel and fair to everyone.
Whether it is princes and nobles or lowly commoners, when the end comes, everything will be destroyed.
Looking at his dying grandson, old Mike gritted his teeth and made the most painful decision in his life - to convert.
He prayed in front of the statue of Lathander at home, because it was Misakai who said in a dream that this was the quickest way.
The goddess he hoped to convert quickly responded to him, and within a minute, a complicated sacred emblem had been added to the shoulder of his coarse cloth. It was the blue infinity mark (∞) under the two crossed black daggers, symbolizing that Old Mike was a follower of Mishakai under the death shadow **** king.
According to Misakai's oracle, Old Mike took his little belongings, dragged his daughter-in-law holding his grandson, and hurried to an open space outside the city.
A thug once tried to attack him, but when he saw the holy emblem on Old Mike's shoulder, he immediately shrank back in fright.
The powerful and vengeful Church of the Shadow of Death never spared anyone who attacked their followers.
Death is not punishment, death is just the beginning of suffering.
Old Mike had never thought that his desperate prayers would be answered so easily by the gods, if only a few months ago, he would have scoffed at it, or thought it was a trap.
If possible, old Mike hopes to get a few acres of land, even if all the products are handed in and there is only enough food to feed his daughter-in-law and grandson, it doesn't matter.
Outside the city, a considerable number of believers like him gathered.
Here comes the angel, a beautiful human girl petitioner. She comforted everyone in the common Ultron language with an unsophisticated accent.
Then, when they passed through the portal and saw the warm winter sun in the sky of the Floating Continent, and the endless golden wheat fields that were planted by some magical technique, all the survivors knelt on the ground and cried.
They cried sadly, and they cried happily.
Whether it was the trance of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, or the hope for a stable life in the future, they could not say, not even a word.
Their voices were completely choked up.
They didn't know that at this moment, two powerful gods were watching them silently.
Raven sighed: "Mishakai, is this why you are suddenly willing to serve me?"
Misakai showed his proud body without hesitation. Obviously this should be a very tempting scene, but Raven had no intention of practicing swords.
Nima, who can train in this situation! ?
Mishakai took a few steps forward and came to Raven: "I used to think that you were the worst god-king and the most disgusting conqueror. You killed my compatriots with such cruel means. Such despicable tactics have conquered me spiritually."
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"I found out that I was wrong~lightnovelpub.net~ Misa Kai admits her mistake frankly: "My narrow vision makes me think that we are the only people who suffer and suffer. Think we've been subjected to the most brutal and unfair slave-level treatment. However, the more I know about this dying world, the more I discover your greatness. "
Raven suddenly felt a pain in his head, wearing a high hat?
"I have seen the floating continents of other Ultron gods. I have a conclusion - for the people in the end times, no matter how great kindness and justice are, they are not as important as a piece of bread to fill their stomachs. No amount of kindness is important. , is not as important as a safe haven from demons, devils, and natural disasters! I dare say, none of them do it better than you!"
Raven was speechless.
Misakai hugged Raven's waist lightly: "For the Dragon Spear people, for the rescue of more Ultron people... Even if I still hate you, I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly."
Damn, what the **** is this? (To be continued.) () "Shadow God Throne" only represents the opinion of the author Yu Yunfei. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!