Chapter 533 Heresy
In the short period of time before the sky was completely filled with light, the entire Os-Nargai was covered in a dark red halo, which seemed bright but not bright.
Under such special light and shadow, the melee quickly spread from the most remote corner of the port to most of the coastline.
The main reason is the huge waves that are constantly coming from the undulating sea.
The loud noises were like muffled thunder or ancient broken bells, as if a giant stood above the clouds and swung a heavy hammer to hit the sea surface over and over again.
Seen from an altitude of 10,000 meters, those rippling from the sea are just ripples, but for the merchant ships on the port dock, they are destructive waves, which appear like hell under the dusk light. A huge wave with a general temperament.
All the ships, large and small, were piled together and pushed onto the land. Most of them were directly smashed. The fragments of the ships and some of the water droplets scattered in the air were carried high into the sky by the strong wind. The height continued to increase, and after the force was removed, it turned into a heavy rain and fell down.
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It can be said that the western port of Celephasis went from warm and joyful to hell on earth in just a few short breaths.
The source of this almost tsunami-level disaster was the one-on-one fight that took place on the sea not far away.
Marston of the Temple of the Golden Law, and the "Shadow" summoned by the pagans using evil rituals.
For the aborigines of Dreamland, Milo is indeed an uninvited guest from another world.
Just like those sneaks summoned by evil cults in the waking world.
Then a strange scene appeared.
Leaving aside the chaos at the port, in the eyes of the eternal residents in the city of Seraphis today, Milo is the extremely evil and terrifying visitor, because he is full of evil. The power and order of this world, and the strange smell that makes the eternal inhabitants sick.
The nausea mentioned here is the kind of nausea that can lead to physical vomiting.
On the streets of Celephes, the citizens who accidentally caught a glimpse of the dim figure hovering over the sea in the distance fell into varying degrees of madness.
They screamed and roared.
Tearing his face, hair, and clothes in pain, crying bitterly in the turbid rain, going crazy.
The port is like the source of disaster. Something is spreading virally, triggering a series of chaos and breaking the order in the originally peaceful and harmonious eternal kingdom.
Those eternal residents who did not try to peek into the dark shadows on the horizon were able to save their sanity. They all huddled in the corner with their eyes closed tightly, and tremblingly prayed to the god "Nas Horthas" of Oth-Nargai. Pray, hoping that the One enshrined in the Emerald Temple will prevent this disaster from happening.
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The shadow is backed by the dark red sky before dawn, and a strong sense of oppression descends on this eternal kingdom.
The citizens here have long forgotten this feeling of being shrouded in terror. Over the long years, they have been enchanted by the singing, dancing and joy of the Eternal Kingdom, and established the foundation in Os-Nargai. Before, this place was a sad ruin. Now all the eternal residents have migrated from other realms of Dreamland. Only a handful of the oldest among them have seen the ruins buried under the onyx streets. And withered bones...
The gods gave the conqueror the kingdom of annihilation, and then borrowed a powerful dreamer to build a new eternal kingdom on the ruins.
They promised their inhabitants eternity.
Now, the eternal order seems to be a little loose.
Because people kept dying amidst crying and wailing.
They didn't do anything wrong, they just glanced at the shadow on the horizon in the distance, that's all.
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"Save us, God..."
"Save us..."
The tragic calls of the eternal dwellers continue to circle over the skies of Os-Nargai.
But the sky that should have brightened up early seemed to be covered by something. The dark red light could not be dissipated. Thick clouds covered everything, and the sound of heavy rain also covered up the prayers of the eternal residents. and calls.
Their god, "Nas Horthas" did not appear.
Their King of Kuranth was nowhere to be found. The two forces intertwined on the sea surface at this moment, the extremely engraved darkness and the dazzling gold, they do not belong to the country of Os-Nargai.
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Fear continues to spread.
The Death Crystal cannot absorb those who fall into madness and cause self-destruction, because this has nothing to do with the erosion of the rules of time.
On the dark red sea level.
Marston’s golden robe is no longer spotless. To be precise, his entire upper body is covered with horrific cracks, including his skin and flesh. Those cracks even go deep into his bones, and those cracks are concentrated to There is a collapsed position in the chest, where the heart is.
The depression seemed to be the mark of a fist.
What was broken was not only the flesh and bones, but also the golden law totem embedded in the limbs.
Now, every time his heart beats, some fragments will fall from the concentrated location of the cracks, but this frequency has gradually slowed down.
The royal elder of the Broken Floating City seemed to have just recovered from the state of shock.
At this time, his messy long hair was stained with sticky blood. He couldn't even remember how many years ago the last time he was soaked in blood happened.
Looking back at the aura of death spreading in the city of Celephais below, Marston had a complicated expression.
Compared with the conversation in the cabin not long ago, Marston's voice became extremely hoarse, and even his words became brief.
"Look what you have done."
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"Are you referring to this city, or to you?"
Milo "stands" right there Marston was not far away.
In comparison, his body is much cleaner. After taking off the cloak, he does not have a physical body, he is just a pure shadow, but there is some blood on the shadow's arm at this moment.
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Marston shook his head calmly:
“This is the paradise country created by the gods, and now it has been tainted. You really don’t realize what crime you have committed. "
Milo raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully: "Actually, I don't care very much, and I think the so-called gods don't care either."
He. He turned around and glanced at the country shrouded in dark red light and the chaotic port.
Then he added: "Look, not even the local god who sits in this country has shown up. His people and believers are suffering, but..."
Milo made a gesture. "Empty" gesture: "Where are people? I mean, where are Gods?"
Marston seems to be very confused about this.
Of course, he no longer has time to think deeply about this issue.
A sad smile appeared on his face.
"Maybe the gods really don't care."
Then, the bloodless face was like a wax figure torn apart by a smile, it collapsed into pieces and fell from the sky.
(End of this chapter)