Chapter 1962

When he stepped onto the wooden bridge, his eyes inadvertently skimmed into the water, and then quickly swept back, staring at the left side of the water. A very pale little face slowly rose from the dark water, and his hair covered his forehead along the water. It was so dark, but the little face could see so clearly, and the black pupil full of the whole eye was staring at him without expression.

The old fisherman froze and fell off the single wooden bridge. Fortunately, he had walked this road for countless times in the past few decades, which made him adjust his balance instinctively.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, then he slowed down and stepped stiffly. Step by step, he went up to the log bridge and boarded his own bow. Inside, there were tiny steps coming out immediately.

"Dad

A little boy jumped out and hugged his thigh excitedly. His wife, dressed in patched clothes, came out, took his shoulder pole and looked at the things inside. When he saw that everything was there, his worried eyes were dim again.

The fisherman quickly took the two families into the cabin for fear that they would see the pale face in the water.

Looking back at the woman in front of him who was only 30 years old, his forehead was wrinkled because of his long-term sorrow. He suddenly realized that the two had changed so much in the past six months that he was almost an old man unconsciously.

"Eat." The wife said softly.

On a small table in the cabin, steamed some small fish and shrimp, sprinkled with salt, is a fisherman's dinner.

"Dad, I want to eat bread sticks." The little boy looked at his father expectantly.

The fisherman's body pauses, and his expression is a little ugly. He stares at his son, and the little boy shrinks his head timidly.

I don't know why, the fisherman from his son's small face, think of the underwater face, actually seems to coincide with his son, a fierce shake head, drive out these crazy ideas.

He put out his hand and stroked the little boy's forehead. He said softly, "it's too late today. I didn't sell it. I'll buy it back for you tomorrow."

"Oh, Dad, remember to buy it tomorrow!" The little boy licked his lips, thinking of the strong smell of bread.

Yes, tomorrow The fisherman stroked his son's head. Such a warm scene gave him a little bit of courage. No matter how hard it was for his family, he had to stick to it.

Only two people can understand that since the closure of the central holy city, not only the land situation has become worse, but also the water seems to be gradually withering. Now it is more and more difficult to catch fish. Even the palm sized fish are rare. The last time we caught them was a month ago.

Now, there are only some fingertip sized fish and shrimps in the water. The original fishermen can't stick to it. They go ashore one after another to make a living. Only they have to stick to it here.

All of a sudden, he looked up at the sky as if he were aware of it, but he was blocked by the canopy and saw nothing.

Only a faint whistling came. When he came out, he just saw the golden light falling from the sky into the central holy city.

It's still brightly lit. It seems that it will always be so prosperous and lively. If only I could fly, I wish I could!

The fortress of heaven, burning with golden flame, is quietly suspended above the city square. Amarari stands in front of the platform and looks down below. People in white robes and hoods are moving below.

"My Lord, this is the base of the dark temple. They are reshaping the Legendary God with the help of the power of the world." Ovislo said.

"The rats in the sewer can choose a place. It's suitable for them to support their old age, but it's not so easy to make gods."

"Yes, they are not afraid to be punished by my Lord." Ovis Lorraine agreed.

"Punishment?" Amarari sneered and said in a meaningful way, "if God can be created, it means that the power of the Lord is not great enough. If not, there is no need to worry."

"Yes, yes

"Let's go and see what they can do if they stay here so long."

Amarari said, stepping out of the fort and slowly falling down.

There had been a line of three people waiting below, led by a skinny old man with a western face. He opened his hood and said, "this is not the great amarari. How did you come to this filthy place? Do you finally realize the truth and come to be with us?"

"Don't worry, sylvier. The truth you seek is to live in this ghost place?" Amarari was not polite enough to sneer at each other, which made him worry that this is the headquarters of the dark temple. As one of the Vatican's branches, although it is declining, it is someone else's territory here.

"How can I survive?" Sylvier said with a smile, "don't you come here to look for us who are stealing lives to come to see me? I remember we don't have such a good friendship, do you?"

"Hum, I'm on a mission. A little mouse was led here by us. The dark temple is the strongest power of our Lord here. Now go and catch that little mouse for me."

"Are you ordering me?" Sylvier's eyes were fixed.

Amarari and he looked at each other. "What do you think?" As soon as the atmosphere became tense, the eyes of the two men in white behind him were shining. Almost at the same time, it seemed that there were countless eyes on them. When ovislo was cold, he felt like he was being watched by something terrible. He quickly stepped out to make ends meet, waved his hands and said, "don't be shy, two adults. That guy has been injured by amarari, and now he is heading for marlenburg. He is a legendary magician who can solve the existence of demons for people. As long as you catch him and get his secret, it's no less valuable than God making." Sylvier said, "Oh," magician? The one who made this guy look bad last time? " Ovislo stood awkwardly in the same place, should not be, should not be, sandwiched between two big men, and his heart and liver as the sky watcher never went down to the ground. Although xivier's old face is full of gentleness, this guy is also a holy land with the same level as amarari. Otherwise, he can't speak like this in front of him. The dark hall leader, who is famous for his ruthlessness and unscrupulous behavior, is not as harmless as he seems“ What, you want to disobey? " Amarari's face is pulled down“ Disobedience, you seem to have forgotten where this is? " "Wherever it is, the dark temple is a part of my Lord. Do you really want to leave my Lord's arms?" Amarari stares at each other. Sivel doesn't speak any more. After a while, he grins: "of course, the dark temple is the Lord's loyal servant, but it's not your servant. If you want us to do it, show your sincerity."