People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"Crash..."

The southern sea breeze of the Aztec Empire was unusually humid and hot.

The croaking seagulls added a third of heat to the air.

Margery, who had just docked, was standing on the pier where there was a lot of noise, thinking about whether to go to the Gold Coast in disguise to vent the anguish and boredom of drifting at sea.

A deep murmur made him look solemn.

He glanced around to make sure that no one was paying attention, and then he reached out and grabbed it in the air, taking a letter from the invisible ghost messenger.

This is a letter from my friend York.

If he remembered correctly, York should be in the Northern Continent at this time, on behalf of the Church of the God of Storms and Rain, on a mission to the True Church.

After checking the spell and seal on the envelope to make sure it wasn't intercepted, he lit a cigar, put it on his thick lips, and opened the letter while puffing.

At this time, he could not have imagined that this letter would become an important reference material for the extraordinary world to understand [Old Lord Berkrug] and even [The Real Man] in the future.

"My friend, you'll never guess what I've been through... God, my pen can't hold my hand..."

The messy handwriting introduced into the eyelid made Margery's pupils shrink.

The lingering cigar fireworks could not hide his piercing eyes.

He continued to look down:

"If you can read this letter, I hope you can help me take care of her...on our common faith."

"No, I have blasphemed faith..."

"You know what? After seeing that great green figure... my heart thumped with disgust and shame, I was so sure that I had found true faith... No no no, great God of Storms and Rain, please forgive your humble believer Bar!"

"I...I, I can't go against the soul's choice..."

The handwriting has become more and more dazzling.

York seems to have gradually calmed down in the scraps of brushstrokes that have not been written a few times.

The text with limited capacity is recorded again.

"I should probably record all this and ask for justice and judgment from the gods."

"At the time, I was in the Womi tribe's mission office, and the True Church was holding a meeting. In order to prevent misunderstandings, the head of the mission ordered us to keep quiet."

"I respect the order of the head of the envoy. I swear, I have not done any blasphemy, but... I still heard..."

"...I heard a wave of waves, no no, it wasn't the sound of waves, you know, I'm a kid who grew up by the sea…"

"That is the sound of the sea gnawing at the embankment and swallowing the continent."

"It's a wide range of sound, like the howling abyss of thousands of ghosts!"

"That's what welcomes the soul to light and immortality... the deep sea..."

"How I wish I could be like a sailor who left the Siren coast, covering his ears with lacquer, and driving out the sound of water that sinks people's hearts from the soul."

Paranoid-like and trying to describe the words, Margery seems to see the picture of his best friend staring at the bloodshot eyeballs and mad at the desk.

That's an uncontrolled desire to talk!

Like a patient suffering from pain, trying to ease the pain by whimpering.

"I couldn't help walking to the window, and I saw the ocean flooding the city... That's right, it's on the end of the northern continent, in the Womi tribe."

"The ocean fell from the sky!"

"It flooded the entire city, suffocating."

"There is a large green swirling in the sea, it is disgusting uncleanness, horror beyond the limit of imagination!"

"That abominable sight makes me hate and suffer... But He exudes a wonderful charm of a fallen soul, which makes me greedily peep..."

"My soul is screaming for joy to break free from the body and embrace the stalwart and bright green... God, Lord, what did I say? What did I do?"

These two paragraphs of text were smeared, but the physical smear obviously couldn't hide Margery's reading.

"My lord, please forgive me, I crossed the boundaries of human relations and jumped into the abyss of madness that I can't turn back..."

The letter came to an abrupt end.

York seems to use his last sense to send the letter.

Ma Jerry, who glanced over the last word, was silent, and a chill went straight to his heart.

The out-of-control madness and terror that permeated between the lines were terrifying and terrifying to see!

It wasn't until the cigar in his mouth burned his lips, the scalding heat that made him wake up from a big dream.

At this time, he realized that he was already sweating, and the chill was running through his body.

Those crazy brushstrokes, like mysterious tentacles in the deep sea, entangled his heart, making him suffocate and go crazy.

He didn't know what happened to his friend?

But from the fragmented text, he had glimpsed the horror of that great existence.

That must be:

- The gods have come to earth!

…

…

Yes, this is the incarnation of the gods!

The moment Bishop Gal succeeded in being promoted to an angel, as a racial **** of Tumha, [Old One, Avenger Berkrug] smelled the promotion of the descendants.

It rolls up the lake of trapped dreams and descends on the subconscious of the living beings of the Womi tribe.

No!

The water of the Lake of Trapped Dreams is the saliva of His slumber, the appearance of dreamland, and the tomb of eternal slumber.

That is the existence of any wall, dome, belief, and difficult to conceal.

Because He is walking in dreamland, wandering in the ocean of consciousness of all beings.

So the Wormy sentient beings saw it.

I saw the abominable existence dwelling in the abyss of fantasy, blaspheming all beings and drowning in the hearts and minds.

The green skin that the dark lake water can't hide is greener than any tree, like the base color of life.

Like a very ugly and mean green iguana.

That look made countless people's hearts collapse, and their hearts were shaken!

At this moment, the faith of true believers has been tested unprecedentedly.

The terrifying existence that makes people fall in their dreams makes people shudder and reject them, admire them, try to get close, and then embrace, integrate, and convert!

No!

Not all ants bathed in the grace of grace are hugging happily.

Behold, there are people who dare to resist faith.

They murmured and murmured,

With a cowardly body and an unfaithful soul, we call out the real people!

Especially the black-haired and black-eyed Ji Zijun.

At the moment Berkrug appeared, she fell into an ice cave, as if she had returned to the time when she recognized Arthur for the first time.

That is the protoplasmic flesh and blood that fills the sky with cross pupils!

That is the coldness of death that freezes thousands of miles and freezes all sentient beings!

But at this time, she didn't feel hopeless, because she still had...belief.

Yes, Faith!

"Great real person, please bless your people and keep all evil and temptation away!"

The true man hears the call of the believers.

"Boom-"

In the midst of endless terror, a square pupil with horizontal stripes that covered the sky and the sun suddenly opened in the subconscious of all beings, and it was suspended in the sky, opening the holy shelter that covered all beings.

It was as if the moon had opened its eyes, but bigger and within reach!

At the moment when the square pupil with horizontal stripes appeared, countless people screamed.

That is the foolish believer who hungers and thirsts for redemption!

"Lord, my Lord, I, I see You!"

"Look, the Lord is watching me!"

Wormy beings screamed.

They see great real people!

- The best way to defeat terror is to cover terror with more terrifying terror!

At this moment, the only ones who can remain sad and rational under the glory of the old days, may only be the angels Fitzgerald and the angels Gal.

Angel Fitzgerald stared blankly at Berkrug, who was wandering in the clouds;

And the striated square pupil that covers the sky and the sun, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is one of them.

If he knew that this mission would witness two old rulers, he would rather go against the will of the sect and stay on the sidelines for a hundred years rather than come across the ocean.

At this moment, even the power he was proud of was like a lantern tied to the bow of a ship under a storm.

In the wind and rain, it was on the verge of extinction.

He struggled to maintain his sanity against the corruption of the past.

"Berkrug, Gal is your clan, and also my favored one! His fate should not be decided by you and me!"

The great man of truth answered Berkrueger's call.

"Then who can decide whether to leave or stay?"

The voice mixed in the spray, with sullen and curious.