Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 537 Not Eternal Twilight

"You know... my father?"

The man lowered his gun, his eyes full of confusion.

Zhen Cheng could see that this name seemed to be full of deep meaning not only for him, but also for everyone present.

"No way? That old guy, he can still give birth at such an old age..." Sister A calculated the age of the strong man in front of her and the time elapsed in her hometown world, and blurted out in surprise.

As soon as the words came out, everyone present immediately glared.

Some muzzles that had been lowered were pointed at Ai Luogensi again.

Ms. A shrugged and said no more.

Since Zhen Cheng decided to solve the current problem by not killing people, it is not her field of expertise.

"So Epilens finally survived the apocalypse?" Zhen Cheng brought the topic back on track.

"Not only did he survive, but he saved all of us."

"As a mortal, against the great terror in the darkness! He is a saint!"

"Mr. Epilens...he is the hope of mankind, the dawn of redemption!"

There was chatter in the crowd, and Zhen Cheng was taken aback.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes and blurted out: "Epirens...isn't he still alive?!"

Considering the old guy's age and the years he's experienced in his home world, this is almost impossible.

But seeing the miraculous vastness of the heavens and myriad realms in Blood Candle Castle, and even now that he has sublimated to the realm of immortality, Zhen Cheng's vision is certainly not limited to the common sense of mortals.

The catastrophe of the end of the world was undoubtedly the most tragic tribulation for the civilized ages of yore.

But at the same time, is it not an opportunity for some people to bring a large amount of mysterious power to the doomsday of this world?
If this is the case, then the guy must be very excited to see the two goodbye after the detective game.

And with the previous friendship between the two and the reputation of Epilens among these people, many things in the future can also go smoothly.

"Father, he has passed away for many years," the strong man's answer broke Zhen Cheng's calculation: "Now, tell me, who are you?"

"It's a goddess," Justis strode forward, without Zhen Cheng's shyness at all, as if she had already gotten used to her identity: "Come save the world and protect your goddess."

Under the suspicious eyes of the strong man, Justis drew out her long sword, knelt down on one knee, and prayed in the posture of a paladin:

"The good fool, the self-sacrificing saint, the redeemer.

May your mercy be upon those before me, may their weariness and pain be healed, may their bodies and hearts be redeemed. "

There is no holy light that compels Graman, no auspicious clouds from heaven, no harmony sung by sounds of nature.

In the cold evening, it was as if nothing had happened.

Just when the strong man's brows were furrowed more and more, there were bursts of exclamations behind him:
"My God! I feel like I've had a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time."

"My wound! How about the big cut I made when I fell off the cliff just now? Is it all healed?"

"Mom, I'm not hungry at all."

"Miracle! The three extra fingers I mutated are all gone!"

The successive exclamations made the leading strong man unable to hold back any longer.He lowered his haughty head to Justice, who was blowing in the spring breeze, and then stretched out his hand to Zhen Cheng: "Grete, son of Epilens."

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Half an hour later, the group arrived at the temporary camp that the group had set up in the ruins of the town.

There are more people here, adding up to four or five thousand.However, most of the people left in the camp were completely incapable of fighting.

Among them are old people who are too old, disabled people, and weird people who are severely mutated and affect their normal lives.

What pleased Zhen Cheng the most was that she actually saw a lot of infants and young children in the camp.

People who grow on the wasteland have the most tenacious and precious qualities.They never gave up hope from beginning to end, just because the despair on this land is their daily life.

On the way here, Zhen Cheng chatted with Gretel, who was obviously the leader of the camp now, about his acquaintance with Epilens and how he saved his father by the way.

Considering the many details about Epilens in the conversation, and Zhen Cheng's current appearance, the matter of goddess status has become a lot easier to accept.

Because he planned to rule this land for a long time in the future, Zhen Cheng did not reveal the details about Blood Candle Castle and the Heavens and Ten Thousand Territories.

Proper mystique facilitates the propagation of beliefs and myths.

"Are you related to those guys who want Thetis?" Gerrett invited Zhen Cheng and the three into his hut.

Without the eyes and ears of his subordinates, Gretel also put away his superficial respect for the goddess, and cut straight to the point: "I have thought over and over the lady's prayer just now.

That name should be the existence that I hope Thetis and those guys believe in. "

It was converted from a corner store with a roof still in place.The inventory inside had already disappeared inexplicably when the darkness still covered the big island.

"You still don't believe our identities?" Zhen Cheng laughed when he saw this guy changing his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Gretel waved his hands again and again: "I've seen so many miracles, and I'm not an idiot. You are goddesses, so it should be true. Or at least you are some kind of high-ranking existence with similar personalities.

But since you saved my people and followed along the way, it means that you should have something we need to do.

Offer faith?Fight for you?None of this is a problem.I can feel your kindness, and I don't expect you to end this damned end.

We will do as long as it heals my people and shelters us from deadly darkness and monstrous rain. "

Obviously, people who are struggling to survive in the apocalypse have already developed a completely different cognitive concept of myth and supernatural from Zhen Cheng's era.

They will not fear the gods like their ancient ancestors, nor will they ignore the gods like the modern people before the doomsday. Instead, they accept the existence of the gods frankly, but regard them as more powerful extraordinary beings.

In the eyes of people like Gretel, the gods are invincible, but not invincible.They can take advantage of it, exchange benefits, submit if necessary, or resist.

But the best situation is to maintain a good relationship and gain the greatest benefit on the basis of mutual respect.

Wastelanders are just that practical.

Zhen Cheng had to react to these things before waking up to them, after all, they were too different from what she had in mind.

But having said that, how can Zhen Cheng directly understand the views of mortals in various environments on gods and herself if she still has a vague concept of her identity as a god?
"Before... have you seen other gods walking on the ground?" Wei Wei, Zhen Cheng still couldn't restrain his curiosity.

(End of this chapter)