Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

This is a village shrouded in fog all year round. Because there are no people alive, there is a breath of silence everywhere. The wooden houses are decayed, and the wooden doors shook when the wind blew by, making unpleasant creaks and creaks. The ground was bare and polluted by astonishing resentment. Even the very tenacious weeds died.

In the village, you can see the snow-capped mountains in the distance. It is also shrouded in a cloud of mist.

There are many tombs in the back of the village, with crooked crosses inserted on them. At the end of the tomb, there is a small church made of stone. The bell on the top of the church is still usable. When the wind blows, it makes a series of sounds. In such an environment, the bell sounds really creepy.

The black lizard leather boots made a dull sound when they stepped on a piece of dead wood, and the cloak with a flame pattern outlined with silver threads passed by the moss-covered Ishii beside it.

"It's really like a village eroded by the devil," said the visitor.

"However, the truth is quite the opposite." Another person said, unlike his companions, he did not wear any gorgeous clothes. He was wearing a mask, and the whole person exuded a very strange feeling, as if to merge with the mist. of. "This is being victimized by the Church of Light."

They are Hill and Monroe, and this village is where Monroe was born.

Hill looked around at the environment here. It was very similar to the CG scenery in the dark game. "There is a feeling that all kinds of monsters will burst out at any time."

"It's also possible," Monroe said. "The breath here is too dark and rotten."

"Will the dead change?" Hill asked.

Monroe shook his head, "No."

"why?"

"Because they were killed by the most orthodox light power." Monroe said this in a steady voice, as if he was talking about other people's things, "So even if there is a grievance, there will be no corpse transformation."

"What a mockery." Hill walked to the small church and pushed the door. As a result, the door fell off and fell to the ground, making a dull noise.

"It's really ridiculous." Monroe stepped into the chapel first. He touched Hill's shoulder. Hill was knocked out of his body. Then he smiled and raised his hands to show his innocence, giving Monroe a way out.

The scenery in the church was shown in front of the two.

All the utensils in the church are made of high-quality wood, so the signs of decay are not obvious. The wall and gravel have fallen off a lot, and there are all kinds of garbage on the ground... But the church itself is just a garbage. .

Monroe walked in front of the statue of the **** of light and looked up at it. There was a missing piece of Guangming God's face, and now he looked abominable.

Hill patted the bench in the church, and then he found that there was too much dust on it and it was not clean, so he sat down directly.

The light was dim, and the stained glass over there was a scene of the devil being tied to the torture rack and being burned by fire.

Hill looked at Monroe's back and said, "Should I comfort you."

"Not really." Monroe said.

"Then you have to ask me to say something, otherwise I have been holding back and feel uncomfortable." Hill said.

"You can say what you want to say." Monroe said.

So Hill said, "I want to comfort you."

...This is back in a circle again.

The corner of Monroe's mouth seemed to droop, "Then it's up to you."

"It's all over." Hill said.

"I know." Monroe responded.

"Um...well, I thought for a while, I feel that there is really no need to comfort you, because you know everything." Hill said, "In fact, you basically know everything all the time. The world has expectations."

"Now I still have expectations for humanity and the world." Monroe raised his hand, and a black mist appeared in his palm, rushing to the statue of the **** of light, "It's just that my expectations will not blind my brain. ."

"You're so handsome." Hill said sincerely, "It's really flavorful."

"I just told the truth." Monroe let go of his five fingers, the black mist dissipated, and the face of the statue of the **** of light has been pinched by him to look like a contemporary pope.

"It's because it's the fact that it looks moving." Hill said sincerely, "but what are you doing?

Monroe turned his head and glanced at Hill slowly, and saw Hill leaning on the church bench with his legs up, arms stretched out on the back of the chair, it was as comfortable as at home. This look made Monroe speechless, "Speak carefully."

"I won't." Hill said with a grin.

"Well, you are my lord, you have the final say." Monroe said.

"Therefore, seeing such a tasteful person is gotten by me and I feel a sense of accomplishment." Hill said.

"'This sentence has a smell' and'this person has a smell.' There is still a big difference. I have to declare that although some people in the church do not take a bath, they think that this is a symbol of holiness, but the church's holy scriptures There is no such saying here, so I still love hygiene." Monroe said.

This is different from the Middle Ages. Although this argument is circulating here, there is no absolute clause to say so. Many times in the Middle Ages, people believed that a dirty body could be closer to God, and people even canonized people who had enough breath not to take a bath as saints. Saint Simon allowed the worms to crawl on his festering wound but was never awake... Ah, it was suffocating, suffocating at all levels.

"You're kind of cute to explain this kind of thing." Hill said with a smile on his face with his hands on his face.

"I don't care what I think of others, but because I care about you, I want to be better in your eyes." Monroe said nonchalantly. I can talk about love so calmly. "The other thing is to turn his face into a contemporary pope, because I wanted to do one thing as soon as I entered the church. After turning this into the face of the pope, I might do better..." He stretched out his hand again. A devastating atmosphere appeared, and the statue of the God of Light began to collapse inch by inch.

The handsome face of the paladin of the past is full of vigorous intentions at this moment.

Hill knew that his gaze at Monroe had become a little bit greedy.

"Let's go." Monroe turned around, black mist gushing from the gaps in his armor, spreading out in all directions, and everything he touched instantly turned into rotten dust. Ash candlesticks, sculptures, tables, benches.

Monroe walked up to him just as the bench on which Hill was sitting began to turn to ashes and stretched out his hand to him.

Hill stretched out his hand, held it, and was pulled up by Monroe. When he stood up straight, the bench turned to fly ash.

After the two walked out of the small church, Hill turned around and saw that the entire church was entangled by the condensed tentacles of black mist. The tentacles tightened and the church collapsed.

Then the black mist rushed to Monroe again like a hurricane, and re-drilled through the gap in his armor. The black mist rolled in Monroe's eyes, and the whole crowd was fierce and brutal.

Hill looked at Monroe like this, walked over and pulled out the knight sword from his waist. Then he plunged the sword into the ground on his knees, and began to whisper the magic spell he saw in the ancient books:

"Freshmenhocfiatterra, etherbagerminareatergo..."

The long spells continued to draw out his power, the surrounding mist gradually dissipated, and the black on the ground dimmed a lot, gradually turning into an ordinary color. The general appearance of the village remained the same after a few minutes, but something seemed to be completely different-the original sense of lifelessness disappeared.

Hill stood up, drew up the sword and handed it to Monroe. Monroe took the sword and reinserted it in the scabbard.

"You don't say thank you to me." Hill pouted, "I saved this land again."

"Um...thank you, if you want to hear it." Monroe said.

"It's so cold and reluctant." Hill complained, and walked out of the village with his hands behind his back.

Monroe followed up: "Because I always prefer to express directly with actions instead of talking."

"I think you are connoting me, thinking I talk too much." Hill said.

"You are too sensitive. No matter where you are." Monroe said.

"Monroe???"

"Ah, what?"

"...Uh, it's okay, I think too much."

"You didn't think much."

"..."

Hill kicked Monroe directly.

Afterwards, Monroe found the remains of his parents through blood magic and buried them again.

Hill looked at Monroe next to him, and said, "When our major events are over, this land is probably already alive again after I dispelled my grievances. We can live in seclusion here."

Monroe thought for a while, and answered honestly: "Actually, I would rather live in seclusion somewhere in the demon world."

"Your sister, my proposal is not for you." Hill kicked him again.

Monroe thought for a while and continued to answer honestly: "I will be nostalgic, but I won't be nostalgic."

"That's it..." Hill said, "This is good."

"Well, that's great." Monroe leveled the soil and said.

"No need to erect a cross?" Hill asked.

Monroe was stunned, "Cross?"

"Hmm... After all, your parents are members of the Bright Church, so just set them up." Hill said.

Monroe looked at Hill for a few seconds, and finally nodded, "Okay."

"Oh, I think you know it. I don't have a bad feeling for God itself. I don't comment on what I don't know or understand. What I hate is just human beings who do whatever they want in the name of God." Hill said.

"I know. You have always been wise." Monroe bent his lower lip, he cut a cross with a branch and inserted it on his parents' grave, and then injected a trace of magical power to prevent the wooden cross from decay quickly.

After all this is done, the sky is already dark, the broken stars in the sky are like fluorescent powder sprinkled on the night sky, and the crescent moon is like a sequin attached to it.

The night has come.

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