Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

San Gesai continent.

This change came very suddenly. At the beginning of the change, all the races on this continent were unaware that the dark age of this continent was being carelessly opened.

When the pale, bloodless hand raised the curtain, the thick malice was mixed with the bloody smell that came out of the blanket, flooding the entire continent.

The continent of San Gesai, which has been peaceful for many years, has now become a hell where the living and the dead are mixed together.

……

Senior is the only survivor of the Arman family.

This formerly proud young master was even more embarrassed than a beggar. While huddled among the fleeing people, he wiped blood-mixed dust on his body and face.

After his fair skin was covered tightly, he endured the hunger that was going to drive him crazy. After some difficulty, he walked to a big tree and then curled up, trying to relieve the pain before continuing on his way.

Distressed people like Senior are everywhere.

There are goblins who rarely go to the ground, dwarves who are always stingy, and giants who are warm and generous...

It is very rare to see them mixing together, because of the different racial habits, it is rare to get together, but now, it seems to be a very common scene.

Because the clan land they depended on for survival has been destroyed.

Now it's just a group of homeless wanderers, and the only hope left is the elf forest of the elves who haven't been attacked yet.

They just want to find a place to live in the outermost part of the elf forest.

Senior has cried a lot these days, no matter how much education he has received, in the end he is just a spoiled young master, and the hardships he suffers in daily life are incomparable to what he is doing now.

Now he has learned to be patient, even if the pain in his heart scratches his heart and lungs, and every scratch is a deep bloodstain, Senior will not suffer anymore.

Because crying also takes a lot of energy.

Senior curled up to hold down his empty stomach, but looked at the direction he came from, sad and confused.

When the disaster befell the Alman family, no one thought that the harvest of life would be so easy.

Those soldiers in pitch-black armor had their faces hidden in their helmets, and the light reflected on the armor was extremely cold, just like these inhuman executioners, making people feel a chill in their hearts just by looking at them.

The scarlet ominous color diffused under the layers of corpses, accumulating more and more, until the entire Yarman family was covered by the sea water on the ground, officially announcing the disappearance of this prestigious family for hundreds of years.

The tyrant's cavalry broke through the last kingdom of mankind, and in the kingdom's capital, the killing was unbridled.

It was not even half a month since the Noyce Kingdom changed its name to the Percy Empire and began to attack the other two human kingdoms, until the black knight's cavalry stepped on the capital of the last kingdom.

Those foreign aids from other races who tried their best, all the racial talents, were like being swallowed by these black knights, and they had no effect.

This means that other races on this continent can't help this tyrant at all.

Therefore, when the war spread to the entire continent, no one was the opponent of the Percy Empire.

All of a sudden, this continent was full of wailing, and countless races knelt down to pray for the God of Light's favor, but there was no response, and they were finally reduced to a touch of dead souls.

Since Senior's body energy has never been replenished, even thinking has become a difficult thing. When he was in a trance, what he murmured in his heart was almost an instinctive prayer.

"God, please save us..."

"God, please save us..."

At the same time, an old prayer came from the towering white Holy See in the middle of the continent.

The Holy See, which is independent of the three kingdoms, has white towering buildings, which seem to be the last pure land on this continent. From another perspective, the outside of the Holy See is full of gloomy colors.

The aged pope knelt in front of the most exquisitely carved statue in the center of the church, murmuring to it devoutly.

Dressed in the pope's white crown, spread out on the ground, the dying pope, dragging his decayed body, knelt here to offer his final loyalty to the gods.

The church door was pushed open.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached the pope, and the wind outside the door seized the opportunity and blew into the church, and also blew the strong smell of blood from the future into the pope's nostrils.

The almost viscous smell of blood, with the coldness penetrating into the bones, the Pope knew who it was without looking back.

When the other party stepped in, this church, which was constantly warming people, instantly turned cold, and the biting coldness penetrated directly into the scalp, like a demon god descending into the world and destroying all warmth.

The Pope looked at the person who was walking towards him casually. The sword in his hand was dragging on the ground, and he slid out of the scarlet blood path from outside the door, which was extremely dazzling in the clean church.

Although the pope was old, his eyes were not cloudy, he was clear and wise, looking at this sinful king, the specks of blood on his body silently revealed the scene outside the Holy See.

The pope was silent, a little sad.

With black hair and black eyes, the king who made this continent howl all over the country has a rare good looks, and the shadow of the previous king can be vaguely seen from the extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes.

No one could have imagined that when the gentle and well-known Noyce took office as king, such a sinful murderer would appear among his heirs.

The pope said slowly: "This is the Church of Light, the place where the gods sent down the decree. Have you really thought about it?"

The black-haired king raised his eyebrows, and the narrow and long eyebrows made him extremely violent. The eyes under the brows seemed to be suppressing the storm, and the black color was dark and cold. Once the storm broke out, As if it could completely destroy the world.

The willful expression did not reduce the coldness on his face at all, all the emotional ups and downs were hidden behind the storm, and the eyes were always filled with extremely cold ice.

His tone was unclear, and he smiled slightly: "Old man, at this point, you talk to me about God?"

The black-haired king raised the sword in his hand with his backhand, his heavy eyes reflected on the sword, because of the unfading blood, there seemed to be a trace of scarlet in the unfathomable eyes, which was extremely harmonious.

Such eyes should incorporate some ominous colors.

The lazy voice sounded again, and the black-haired king seemed to be a little bored at this time, so he felt a little bit more in the mood to talk to the old man in front of him.

"This former Holy See of Light is full of filth and filth, and there are many and smelly rats. You say it's boring to guard such a Holy See."

He put the sword back, and the meaning of the words changed: "After all, who knows, the God of Light has long abandoned this continent."

The pope's face changed immediately, and the anger was evident on his aging face.

"God has not abandoned this continent, and those who blaspheme will die!"

When the soldiers outside came in, the last believer in the Holy See had already committed suicide. Before he died, those eyes were still fixed on the holy statue in the church, and refused to close for a long time.

The iron-blooded and ruthless black knights were unaware of this, and stepped forward to report the casualties to their king.

Although the Holy See is no longer what it used to be, there are still some believers who are crazy and loyal, causing them a lot of trouble.

The inattentive king looked at this statue, which was revered as the highest in the entire continent, and squinted his eyes, with a dull emotion in his dark eyes.

This human-made statue, because it is impossible to imagine the appearance of a god, used complicated and delicate means to create a halo feeling, which perfectly covered the appearance of the statue without losing the dignity of a god.

pity………

The king thought without any fluctuation in his heart.

He raised his arm and swung his sword down.

A icy sword light flashed, and the statue——was shattered.

This group of indifferent and cruel soldiers belonged to the most loyal sergeants under the king's command. At this moment, their minds were not as calm and indifferent as their king's.

That is the god that this continent has revered for many years, and the belief that has not changed for thousands of years. Even if they know that they have been abandoned, they are still engraved into their bones from birth.

No one is really indifferent except the dark-haired king.

After the leader of the black knight was silent, he said: "Except for one member of the Yarman family who has escaped from the inheritance family of the gods, the rest of the families are determined to have no survivors."

The blade of the sword was being brushed carefully with a handkerchief. The king with lowered brows looked unpredictable, but he was very serious just by looking at his movements.

He was silent, and no one dared to speak out.

It wasn't until the clean veil was stained with blood and was thrown away that the black knight who let him speak quickly knelt down, bowed his head and said calmly: "It's my fault, I will receive the punishment myself later."

The king responded and looked into the distance. This historic church is now only a mess, and there is no holiness under the whiteness.

The last one... the elves.

According to legend, the race most favored by the gods.

……

In the middle of the continent, there are some changes that no one notices.

The scene that no existence on this continent could perceive completely dissipated when the statue was destroyed.

The central position is like a lifeline, above which gathered crystal light spots from all directions of the mainland, and countless light spots danced in the Holy See, and then merged into the forehead of the statue at a very slow speed.

This speed is too slow, too slow to be normal.

When the sword was swung down, all the light spots lost their target in an instant, and began to scatter everywhere without direction.

If you can see it, you will see it as if stars have fallen to the ground, and these light spots are more or less scattered in all parts of the entire continent.

A fleeting star.

Because of the loss of the god statue, these light spots gradually dissipated without attracting them.

The bright light in the sky finally seemed to lose its last sliver of vitality after the black knights set foot in every corner of the continent, and turned into a lifeless darkness.

The dots of light that were about to go out in two or three paused as they drifted across the elf forest, as if they were bewitched, they sank unsteadily into the center of the elf forest.

At this moment, all the elves who guarded outside the mother source raised their heads as if feeling something.

The author has something to say:

An old Huan who is cutting everywhere now, the guy who wants to cut himself later