You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The white horse knight was slowly parading around, syphilis, typhoid fever, diphtheria, infected people among the crowd, the red horse knight galloped past, bleeding and floating oar corpses littered the field, the black horse knight lowered its shadow hand, making the land barren.

And the gray horse rider is harvesting life.

This is the worst of times.

The doctor gently picked up the towel and carefully wiped the mounted statue of the Virgin.

He clasped his hands together, as if praying devoutly.

The girl was sitting behind him, drinking a cup of hot milk, looking at something, and he turned his head to look at her face, as if she had been using him all this time.

He sat down, there was no way, he was such a stupid guy, he always took it for others, so this time he also accepted it frankly.

"Teaching the son against the father, this guy is a habitual offender." Typhon said, "But if you want to, then there is no problem."

"It is indeed a crime," said the doctor softly.

But he smelled something.

For the first time in his life he felt the breath of freedom.

After being incarnated by mortals, neither angels nor calamities turned a blind eye to him, and he knew that his information would no longer be seen. For the first time in his life, he became an independent individual.

"However, you can no longer heal your injuries, and you can no longer heal other people's diseases by touching them casually." Typhon said regretfully, "What a powerful power, you don't want to give it to me."

Is it painful to lose your strength?

Let's fall, let's fall into humanity, he just feels inspired by this enthusiasm, but he knows that now he has to face many things that he didn't have to face before.

Birth, old age, sickness, death.

"You will grow old, get sick, and die." Typhon stretched out his hand and touched his arm, and said regretfully, "Poor thing, you probably only have a few more decades to live."

Father seemed to have given up on his search, probably because he was so hard to find right now, but he also knew that maybe he just wanted to make himself feel pain.

as human suffering.

And thus return to heaven.

Being a human being is indeed very painful. If you walk a little longer, you will feel tired, you will not be able to fly, and you will be injured.

"Why did you create such a creature." The doctor couldn't help asking, "If it's not used to provide a stable belief to entertain the gods."

The girl showed a faint smile.

"I don't know either." She said rascally, spreading her hands, "How could I know such a thing."

The doctor couldn't help laughing, "Well, you always know what you plan to do."

He walked over, his eyes fell on the map, "I guess, you want to attack the Four Horsemen, don't you?"

"I don't have this kind of ability yet." The girl denied it flatly.

"But you have this ambition," said the doctor. "I join." He held up a hand.

"If you lose, go to jail together?" Typhon said, playing with his nails, "You two can still bring a deck of cards in."

"I don't like playing poker." The girl said worriedly, "But I can go to draw."

"You can't imagine going to prison from the beginning, okay?" The doctor couldn't help but said.

The girl laughed, she covered her mouth and trembled from laughing.

"Just talk about it casually." She said seriously, "What's the matter, are you really going to attack the Four Horsemen?"

"I won't go." Tifeng said sternly, "Why should I have trouble with myself?"

"Okay, I didn't count you in the first place." The girl said nonchalantly.

Typhon's pride seemed wounded.

The doctor stared at the map, "For now, the rider on the white horse is in the north, the rider on the red horse is in the south, the rider on the black horse is in the middle, and the rider on the gray horse is traveling in all directions."

"Where do I start?" He said softly.

"Start with God." The girl smiled softly and put her hand down, "Beat the dog to see the master."

The doctor couldn't help trembling.

"If humans can shake God's position." Typhon said softly, continuing to play with his nails, "then he will only use these four knights to fight back, and kill four more knights at this time."

"Can human beings go all out?" said the doctor.

"There won't be a new god to take over the power." Typhon fanned the flames irresponsibly.

The girl seemed to be thinking about something.

She finally smiled.

"I don't know." She said easily, "I only know that humans have bet everything now."

"There is no turning back for them," she said quietly. "Whether it is violence or death, they must move forward."

"And most people have already realized something." She said with a smile, "I'm not going to try my best, I'm really sorry for my nature."

She raised her head and looked at the sun above. The eternal sun turned her eyes into grape-like eyes, with a certain vitality.

She will also bet her everything.

If he loses, he will be killed too.

She thought of the black-haired young man for no reason, and she took his own life as a bargaining chip on the balance.

She really is a lunatic, she thought, lowering her eyes, as if her greatest role is to let her dear ones accompany her to be unlucky.

It's been 3000 years, they should be used to it.

She has lived for 3000 years without a temple, without a name, without a believer for 3000 years, she raised her head, she will go down.

Even if there is a bottomless cliff in front of you.

But at this time, the river of fate will calm down and accumulate. Human beings have accumulated enough power.

In the next step, the water reaches a desperate situation and becomes a waterfall.

Blasphemy, human.

Holding a book in her arms, Sariel couldn't help laughing and trembling all over.

"What the hell is this?" He couldn't help whispering, but the next second he chose to tuck the book into his clothes, but he was still recalling the absurd plot in his mind.

This book, published under the aegis of some lawless king.

Although the author was soon exiled, everyone has read his book.

"You guys recite the scriptures, anyway, I won't recite." He recalled those plots in his mind, and then the monk picked up the solid wooden cross and decided to go out and sweep the army.

This person's brain must have been kicked by a horse.

How could it be filled with so many sick like tropes and the story unfolds.

"Drink."

"Drink."

After running so far and suffering so much misfortune, just for such a strange answer, Sariel couldn't help clasping his hands together, what and what is all this.

But humans are drawn to it.

He admits to being drawn to it, too.

Please revel in the booze.

Thirst for life, thirst for soul, please invade the universe, please enter the depths of the soul.

Humans are born to like all kinds of new things, right? Arguing about how many feathers are on an angel's wings is boring.

"Why isn't the author dead yet?" He heard the angels discussing.

"Because there are too many people like this, I don't know which one to deal with first." Another angel said, "There are still people who dissect corpses against the law."

Sariel knows that there is a kind of person in the human army called the vanguard.

They would charge into each other's lines before the first horn sounded, and fight to the death.

Although their survival rate is low, there are always people willing to do the job.

And the current world is indeed disturbing, too many people have their own ideas, although the power of the servants given to him by God is getting stronger.

But there is a certain power in the silence that they ignore.

The power of ordinary people.

They have always been silent, and they have always been calm.

But now, they start to read and write, and start to accumulate their own wealth.

Lambs, no longer pure.

What have they done in the past 300 years? At the beginning, when someone proposed that people should praise others, he was condemned as a madman and exiled by the gods. The second time, he was burned as a devil in the winter In the square, when there is the third person, someone may listen to him talk about his thoughts.

Then 300 years passed.

They began to light up a place from the dots of flames, and then they had comrades, and gradually stabilized their positions. No matter how brutal the attack was, they could hold everything unswervingly.

Man begins to become a being that is evenly matched with God.

But human beings are always arrogant and greedy.

Now, when Sariel raised his head, he seemed to hear something.

These arrogant creatures, they're attacking.

The trumpets have already been blown by pioneers, and they have launched an attack on God.

This essay is too absurd.

A court of owls, giants, discussing how to wipe ass while writing papers.

Sariel believes that the vast majority of readers feel that it is okay to have fun with it when they are reading.

But what did he read.

"Drink." He shouted loudly. Alcohol is blasphemous. Drinking alcohol will make people insane, but what can be used to quench the thirst of the soul.

"Knowledge." Someone gave the answer.

The violent tremor opened an abyss in heaven, and when Sariel gazed down, the church could burn twenty truckloads of books a day, but it seemed that the tremor did not stop in the slightest.

He saw a young man loading and unloading tools.

He lifted his head, looked at the sky, then squinted, and continued working on his equipment.

"It's really strange." He said softly, and continued to calculate something on the blackboard again, "I feel that there is something wrong with my previous astronomy."

"Let's look up other ancient books." He muttered in a low voice and walked out.

His research journey has just started, and Sariel descended from heaven and walked to his balcony at night, looking through the manuscripts he wrote.

He is approaching a truth.

Sariel gently clutched his chest, he is the Angel of the Moon, of course he knows this better than anyone else.

This man's faith is pure and innocent, and his words are filled with the love of the Lord, so in the chaos, among the voices of various heresies, no angel will care about this matter except him.

Sariel stood with lowered eyes in the watery night.

He thought for a long time, until the icy air reminded him that it was dawn, and he decided to keep silent.

"Good night, Father Nicholas Copernicus." Sariel put on his hat pretentiously. "Have a good dream tonight."

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