Lord of the Witches

Deep in the earth where countless guards stand, in the belly of the doll named Stove Cowboy, the surging flames are getting weaker and weaker, and the warmth emanating from it is disappearing. The survivors gathered in a circle, the strongest ones on the outermost layer. The men are already unconscious, they are about to die.

Crack

The sound of a match being struck into flames instantly replenished the dying stove.

But whether it is the little girl, the survivors, or the postman Walter Cranston, there is only sadness and despair in their eyes.

The matchbox in the girl's hand was empty.

Just now, it was the last one.

But their prayers seemed to have no effect.

Perhaps this is our destiny. This planet, and all life here, must accept death calmly.

Leave, the messenger who brought the divine object, we are very grateful to you, at least you brought the last warmth, enough, enough.

The flames jumped, reflecting an old figure.

He is the only old man among the survivors. He is short and leaning on a cane. He seems to be dying at any time, but he has a pair of eyes full of wisdom under his snow-white eyebrows.

His voice was gentle and calm, and his eyes were extremely kind.

If the world recovers, with such a wise man leading the way, this surviving group can prosper again... When this thought flashed through Walter Cranston's heart, he saw that the wise man had already held the little girl's hand, and with the rest The survivors began to sing some kind of song in a low voice.

The unknown language and strange tone did not prevent Walter from hearing a calmness and open-mindedness that moved him extremely.

They are all ready. They are bidding farewell to the guarding soldiers with death songs and greeting death with the soldiers.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, Walter liked this group very much.

Walter let out a slight sigh and immediately put down the huge package behind him without turning around to look for other strange toys.

Instead, he stretched out his hands, preparing to take off his clothes.

Act and calculate at the same time:

Hey, with my strength, if I burn myself at the risk of being frozen, I should be able to hold on for a while longer. I hope the Lord can receive my request for help as soon as possible.

It is indeed a hard job. In comparison, it is obviously much easier to fight against those monsters that invaded the Federation and those perverts who were born from the mysterious side.

Walter Cranston had just taken off the postman's overalls from his chest with both hands, when suddenly, he seemed to feel something and raised his head suddenly.

Coming, it is the breath of the Lord, and the great He responds.

Walter's uncontrollable roar made all the survivors, including the little girl, follow him and look into the darkness.

boom!

Their eyes reflected the same thing at the same time.

Light!

The extremely dazzling, extremely warm firelight comes from the boundless and mysterious heights.

That's a sun!

It seemed to have a clear destination from the beginning, ignoring all obstacles and falling towards the starry sky.

When that light shines down, it has fully come.

The darkness disappeared, turning into tiny shadows and starting to hide around the world.

In the warm and scorching light, this frozen world began to thaw. The darkness and coldness containing divine pollution could not withstand the power of the sun's furnace, and began to dissipate little by little.

They all saw that the countless guards who stood in the darkness and died fighting against the Screaming Hate also enjoyed the sunshine at this moment.

Suddenly, the little girl with a sad face jumped up, pointing excitedly not far away.

There was originally frozen black land, but now it is thawing, becoming soft and moist, and a touch of emerald green slowly breaks through the restrictions of the soil and grows.

Boom!

In an instant, everyone's heart and soul were hit.

They couldn't hold back the tears on their faces or the trembling of their bodies.

In their eyes, more green appeared, and the whole earth was reviving. Green grass sprouted buds, and delicate flowers bloomed at the feet of the heroes. The warm sunshine shone down, and it was warm and contained the fragrance of earth and flowers. The breeze blows over...

The survivors stared at this miraculous scene and were all fascinated.

…

The power is good and the position is perfect.

The most important thing is that this is an outstanding piece of work.

In the toy house, Tang Qi, who was sitting in a work wheelchair, praised himself unconsciously.

At the same time, the toys and candies around him also cheered.

Tang Qi looked at the dark and cold world that had returned to light, and smiled unconsciously. The W-shaped beard above his lips trembled, and that strange laugh was about to come out again.

Fortunately, he stopped him by eating candy, and now Tang Qi noticed something.

The Tum Wheelchair under the butt seems to have a hidden setting: although the successor will not be forced to change to the image of Tum, it will move closer, which will also cause some other habits to start to move closer to Tum.

For example, a certain oral habit.

Or, the way to laugh.

If you don't want to be affected, just get up from the chair.

Or fighting with one's own will is not difficult for Tang Qi now, especially since he has realized this.

However, Tang Qi neither stood up nor deliberately resisted.

The toys are fun and the candies are delicious.

Tum's daily life is like this. It feels more refreshing than many dominant gods.

Well, it's Happy Candy again, good luck.

When Tang Qi sighed, the postmen were still working hard on the light and shadow screen in front of him.

There are many child laborers here.

Shae, Noah, Hannah, Paige, Austin, Ayesha... Although these children have all graduated from [Witch School], it cannot change the fact that each one is still a child.

But every child was excited to be called upon to give away toys and candies.

Their completion speed was even faster than that of the fantasy wizards. Many of the worlds had accidents similar to the dark frozen planet just now. Tang Qi originally thought that the children would ask for help, and he was also ready to make the second one. A strange toy to solve.

Unexpectedly, the children solved it on their own.

Every mail delivery is like an adventure for them, and they solve many problems with children's unique thinking.

Of course, it doesn't always work.

Without waiting for too long, Tang Qi soon received another ask for help. His eyes immediately turned to a light and shadow screen in the corner, and a bloody and foul smell filled the air through the light and shadow.

…

On a gray-black planet, the earth seemed to have only one color, a bleak color that represented death and decay.

This world is sliding into complete ruin, and everything is being eroded by the dead, decaying wilderness.

And in the borderless wilderness, there are twisted figures wandering.

They move slowly, and their limbs are at weird angles. They don't seem to have any sense or emotion, they just squirm slowly like zombies.

In fact, their pale and smelly bodies, rotten spots, and saliva flowing from their mouths from time to time are indeed very similar to zombies, such dead creatures.

He lost his self and soul and only followed some kind of bloodthirsty instinct.

Especially when they hear certain sounds, their sudden and agile movements, and the crazy blood in their eyes, all verify this.

Originally, these zombies would gradually decay and turn into dirt and dust.

But somewhere far away, something strange seemed to happen.

The various sounds that gradually expanded attracted more and more zombies.

They all seemed to wake up and began to run wildly, swaying their limbs and spraying stinky saliva. Their rotten eyeballs did not move, staring straight at the depths of the earth, where the last bright colors gradually emerged.

There, stands...a city.

The city wall, which is hundreds of meters high, isolates the inside and outside. Inside the city, there are still many living buildings and a clear breath of life.

But now, these lives are restless, releasing emotions of fear and despair.

Endless zombies are attacking the city. They are the craziest beasts in the world. They pile up and climb inside the city wall desperately. The stench from their bodies flows in along with the strong wind, making hundreds of thousands of survivors panic. Symptoms of vomiting and fainting occurred to varying degrees.

But these are all irrelevant.

Because this last city is about to be lost.

On the high city wall, many stained warriors held various types of firearms in their hands. Each warrior's facial features seemed to be frozen, mad, sad, and desperate.

None of them would be willing to shoot these zombies if they could.

Because they all know that they were once heroes.

The sudden doomsday disaster came, which could have killed all humans on the planet, until these heroes stood up. They emitted inexplicable light and stood in the wilderness, attracting terrifying screams.

During the process, all humans saw that the heroes seemed to have suffered the most horrific torture.

They were wailing and writhing in pain.

They could have returned to the city, their light protecting them temporarily, but none of the heroes gave up.

No one knows how terrible the pain the heroes endured. This fortress city named City of Hope was built amidst their wails.

Unfortunately, the last hope will be shattered.

Although the doomsday disaster stopped and disappeared, the heroes all suffered from horrific sequelae.

They all lost themselves and began to try to capture this city of hope.

But the city's last hope is not the soldiers with guns. They have already proven that no matter what kind of weapons, they have no effect on these heroes who have lost themselves.

What still protects the city are ancient trees that grow wildly, have many vines, and even have expressions, wisdom, and the ability to speak.

All it takes is one seed to fall, and an ancient tree that can protect a large area will automatically grow.

It was these ancient trees that almost enveloped the city and temporarily withstood the crazy offensive.

But everyone can hear that the ancient tree is being eaten.

One by one, they are losing their vitality, breaking and falling.

They cast their eyes on a group of ragged children. Each child held a small cloth bag in his hand. There were originally a lot of seeds in it, but now they seemed to have been sown.

The children looked for help at another child who gave them seeds, to be precise, ten identical girls.

Hannah!

She was carrying a huge package and looked helpless.

The Hannahs pulled the group of children together and prayed to Tang Qi in an even more illogical, innocent and immature voice.

ps: Can you accept the follow-up about We Are the Light Family? There are still a few chapters in the outline. Do you think it’s watery?