Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

"You shouldn't have come here. This is the domain ruled by the new gods. Those who enter this country will never return."

Zeta looked at Henry Zhang with some sympathy in his eyes. This is a good man who will give him food. He seems to have some extraordinary skills. He may be a master outside, but he is here now, this place abandoned by the gods... …

Maybe it won't be long before this well-dressed man will be trapped in a situation of insufficient food, and either he will be reduced to lingering on the street like him, or he will fall into the arms of the new god and become a Protestant.

Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly. He might starve to death in a few days, but he still had the heart to worry about others.

"New god, that means there are still old gods?"

Henry Zhang asked.

Zeta's eyes were a little confused: "I don't know, it's just that everyone calls it that, maybe there used to be an old god..."

He is just a young man in his twenties, his parents died since he was a child, and he knows little about this world.

If there is an Old God, then He must be glorious, majestic, kind and forgiving, right?

He has been to the ruins in the center of the city, and through the partially intact facilities in the ruins, he feels that it should have been a warm place.

Under the setting sun, the old swing swayed slightly with the evening wind, and the dust from the sandpit under the slide made him seem to be able to see the children who used to play happily here.

It was a beautiful childhood that he never dreamed of when he was young.

The dusty closed storefronts on both sides of the street also seem to indicate the prosperity that this city once had.

When he was rummaging for things in a house, he saw an air-dried skeleton holding a broken diary in its hand.

He didn't know the miscellaneous things in the diary, but he clearly remembered the last sentence.

"This world shouldn't be like this. Children who are born in hell, please keep in mind that hope will last forever in your heart."

At that time, he began to pay attention to those old buildings, those relics of the past, and began to fantasize about the beauty of this world.

But when he was about to starve to death a few times later, he realized that if there is really hope in this world, then why is the barrel of the gun bitten to death in the skeleton's mouth?

The owner of the diary committed suicide in the end...

"What about the Protestants? What have they done that scares you so much?"

Henry Zhang looked at the deserted street, since those people ran away, no one approached here again.

"They...they are demons..."

Speaking of Protestants, Zeta covered his head with his hands, his long unshaven hair fell down to cover his eyes, and there was deep fear and hatred in it.

"Don't Protestants go hungry?"

Henry Zhang continued to ask.

"Of course they don't have to starve. They devour all the value of people, body and soul, and they will eat them all!"

Zeta gritted his teeth and said.

"They eat people?"

Henry Zhang asked plainly.

"They don't just eat people."

Zeta scratched his messy hair with his hands, as if recalling something.

"Sir, you are a good man, please forgive my previous disrespect, thank you for giving me food, so that I can live a few more days."

Zeta said, stood up, and saluted Henry Zhang.

"Where are you going?"

Henry Zhang didn’t get up.

"I didn't have the strength to go on the road before, but now I still have a few days to live, and I want to go to the city west of Elizabeth. I heard that there are rebels there."

As he said that, he waved the dagger in his hand, showing some crooked but still white teeth and said with a smile: "Rather than waiting here to starve to death, it is better to die on the road of resistance."

"Rebels? Is there anyone still fighting against the New God?"

Henry Zhang thought of something, and his spirits were lifted up.

"The Rebel Army has always existed, but I am a coward and I didn't have the courage before."

Zeta looked at the west with a flat tone.

"I was scared once, figured it out?"

Henry Zhang smiled and said.

"No, it's just that I suddenly feel that... living is meaningless."

After Zeta finished speaking, he was about to turn his head and leave, but after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and said, "By the way, sir, I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Zhang Xuansheng."

"Thank you."

Zhang Xuansheng looked at this somewhat lonely figure walking on the empty street, the setting sun gradually fell, and the darkness slowly descended, swallowing up this big boy with a dark complexion.

"Is there no point in living?"

Henry Zhang said to himself, what kind of experience would make a boy who is full of vitality say such words.

He had only met Zeta for a short time, and he had seen Zeta's appearance when he was hungry. If he didn't have the will to survive, why would he come out to grab food?

But after he was full, he wanted to seek death again.

It is a physiological instinct to survive when you are hungry, but you want to face death after returning to rationality...

He rushed all the way to Elizabeth, and he understood the reason why the famine spread in this land.

The aura and vitality of the earth have almost completely disappeared, and it is difficult for any vegetation to grow.

Although Zhang Xuansheng has long been bigu, but because of his desire for tongue, he often eats some delicacies, but he has forgotten the rules of normal ecology.

Without vegetation and crops, the animals that depend on those survivals cannot survive, and humans naturally have no source of food.

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Perhaps not all parts of this land are incapable of planting crops, but it is definitely scarce, not enough to feed the people of a continent.

The disappearance of aura also cut off the possibility of cultivation, and even if one could cultivate, it would be very difficult for the cultivation system in the Western Continent to live without food.

At least as far as he knows, even the old Pope of the Western Continent needs to eat normally every day, and the favored ones of the Creation God Realm are the same.

Henry Zhang looked up at the sky with some doubts, what is going on with the gods here?

This kind of outrageous behavior does not give life a chance to survive at all. If this continues, there will be fewer and fewer living creatures. Doesn't he need creatures to provide him with the power of faith?

Maybe it really wasn't necessary... because he didn't see a "open" church along the way, only a large number of hungry people.

If he guessed correctly, the situation in this land is getting worse and worse, otherwise he thinks that a child like Zeta would not be able to live to such a big age.

A few years ago... There must be something edible, right?

"Meow, boss?"

Seeing Henry Zhang sitting on the steps for a long time without moving, Qiuqiu yelled.

Henry Zhang in its eyes is so calm, but there are waves hidden under the calm. If the dam collapses, a raging torrent will sweep out, and everything that stands in front of it at that moment will be destroyed.

"Let's go, go and see the rebels that Zeta said."

Henry Zhang is also really curious, a god who can change all the environment in the territory will still leave the rebels?

what is this?

"My lord, ahead, yes, it's over there, just past the corner at the next intersection!"

At this moment, Henry Zhang’s keen sense heard a voice from around the corner, and his good memory made him recognize that voice, which was one of the people who surrounded him and wanted to grab food.

Afterwards, the sound of uniform footsteps sounded like a well-trained army. He thought it was the Protestants that Zeta was talking about, but when the crowd appeared in front of him, he was a little surprised.

Standing in front of him was indeed an army, about a hundred people, but it didn't look crowded after they poured into the street, because their formation was very neat.

It's just that the members are thin and thin. It can be seen that they have been suffering from long-term malnutrition. They don't have the slightest cultivation. They wear broken armor and hold rusty iron swords.

The leader standing at the front was better equipped. At least the knight sword was shiny after it came out of the body. The knight behind him was holding a torch.

It was a female knight.

Long-term malnutrition, of course, will not make people look so good, but the eyes illuminated by the firelight are piercing, staring vigilantly at Henry Zhang who is sitting on the steps not far away.

"Master Knight, he is that damned Protestant, please behead him. If there is anything that needs the help of a villain, I am willing to take the lead as bait."

A middle-aged man was leading the way, looking at Henry Zhang with hatred in his eyes.

He was really terrified when Zhang Xuansheng "exposed" his Protestant identity before, because he had no ability to do anything to Zhang Xuansheng, and there would only be a meaningless death there.

But now there is a knight-lord from the rebel army coming to this city, and the hope of revenge is kindled. If it is not for the fearless death, his humble life can kill the Protestants for the knight-lord, it is definitely a good deal... If this Better yet, the Protestant was the one who killed his own daughter!

"Letting civilians step into the battlefield is a disgrace to knights, stand down."

The female knight's voice was flat, but it revealed an irrefutable will, and the pair of eyes in the slightly sunken eye sockets were full of pride that belonged to her.

Immediately afterwards, she raised her hand, as if she had rehearsed thousands of times, the knights behind raised their bows and aimed at Henry Zhang.

Looking at this scene, Henry Zhang felt a little absurd and sad.

He didn't know what happened to those Protestants, but after all, they should be extraordinary beings who had received the "gift" from the "God", otherwise he wouldn't have the spiritual power to push people away before, so he was considered a Protestant by the crowd.

But these people knew that they were dealing with a transcendent, but they used this broken equipment, less than fifty bows and arrows, to aim at him.

The knights holding shields and swords in the front row stared at him, and none of them flinched.

He didn't know what level the Protestants were, but he saw the will to die in the eyes of these people.

With the bows and arrows fired, the female knight shouted: "Follow me!"

After saying that, she took the lead and rushed forward, even though she didn't know the depth of the enemy at all.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded, and those bows and arrows were blocked by the invisible air wall when they were close to three meters around Henry Zhang, which made the leading female knight sink in her heart.

She had heard about the ability of this Protestant before she came, and although she had prepared for it long ago, seeing that no arrow broke through the defensive circle in a round of volleys, her heart was even heavier, but she could not back down.

She represents the rebel army and is the last spark of hope for mankind. If she retreats at this time, they will be greeted with a double defeat.

She has seen too many partners die at the hands of Protestants because of hesitation, and your fear does not make those damned devils softer when they tear your flesh.

She rushed in front of the enemy, and was also fastened by an invisible force. After a few rockets mixed in the arrow rain just now, she saw clearly the appearance of this Protestant, and was a little lost for a while.

"Ugh--"

In her puzzled eyes, she saw the Protestant sigh and look at them with sadness.

sad?

Why feel sad?

Is it because we are too few?"Not enough weight" when it devours our flesh and blood?

"Stop it, I'm not a Protestant."

Henry Zhang said lightly.

"You also said that you are not a Protestant, and no one here can use divine arts except the Holy Maiden!"

The female knight roared, she would not believe the devil's words, the devil is always good at deceiving people, giving you hope on the battlefield, and crushing that hope, and then condescendingly admiring people's distorted expressions, gaining perverted pleasure from it.

"My Lady of Saintess?"

Zhang Xuansheng noticed the female knight's remarks, and then said: "Then I may have the same magical skills as her."

"Captain! I'll help you, don't listen to this devil!"

A burly man reappears from behind, a tower shield in hand, trying to use his vaunted strength to crash into enemy territory.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned.

"I said, let there be light."

They heard the man who couldn't see clearly in the darkness speak.

Then...the world really had light.

Endless rays of light descended from the sky, dispelling the dark night that had just fallen, and dispelling the darkness in people's hearts.

The man in white under the light is like a god at this moment.