[Mythology] Walking with God for 300 Years

At night, the old human priest is kneeling in the room and praying for peace of mind.

This is very important and is a compulsory course that must be done every day.

The weather is not good tonight, the billowing dark clouds have been floating in the sky since the evening, and the air is filled with a feeling of humidity and heat that is about to come.

Suddenly, a thunder flashed across the sky.

The old pastor's ears hurt from the rumbling thunder, and he stood up from the cushion while beating his waist, intending to close the upper half-open wooden window.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and before it got close to the wooden window, the raindrops slapped on the old pastor's body, bringing a vague dull pain.

The old pastor looked down from the wooden window. Thousands of families on both sides of the river had already fallen asleep. The window was dark, and the majestic rain flowed down the wooden tiles and triangular spire roofs of those houses. Flowing into the river quickly, the already abundant river water has a faint tendency to overflow, and it is about to cross the warning line.

"The rain is so heavy..." The old pastor shook his head and sighed while holding his monocle in one hand, and the silver glasses chain swayed and tapped against his white hair. "Tomorrow, I have to take other people to dig the ditch to drain water again, so as not to cause accidents. I hope the city lord There won't be any trouble for me again."

As servants of God, priests and nuns have extremely high status and rights in various cities, participate in and manage other people, and even they themselves are the controllers of a certain city or region.

This is the case with every race.

Thinking of the city lord, the old pastor couldn't help but feel depressed.

He grew up watching the city lord who was still a child, but he didn't know when the city lord had turned into a human being that the old pastor felt completely strange to him.

As the lord of the city, he should help lead others to live a good life through the power in his hands, but he has reversed the priority and has been quietly using other people to consolidate his power and enjoy life.

The little friendship he had when he was young has long been ruined, and now in the eyes of the city lord, the old pastor is just an old man who competes with him for power.

The old pastor had had countless conflicts and quarrels with him, until the wife of the city lord died due to the attack of the imp.

As a pastor, he was supposed to protect the wife of the city lord, but the old pastor failed in his duty.

Since then, the heartbroken city lord and the old pastor have nothing but face for each other.

There were bursts of soreness in the waist, and the old pastor put his hand on it, and white light overflowed from the fingertips, bringing a warm feeling to dispel the pain.

I am really old, maybe I should completely put aside the things in this city and retire to the old age, so that at least I can end the turmoil caused by the infighting between myself and the city lord. The city lord has not done anything particularly outrageous for so many years, and I hope he will not... thought the old pastor.

The old pastor was still worried, but time waited for no one, he was old.

Suddenly there was a rapid and violent knock on the wooden door, and the old pastor asked loudly, "Who is it?"

There was no answer outside the door, it was so quiet that it seemed that the knock on the door just now was an illusion.

"Which child is playing a prank?" The old pastor muttered and opened the door.

Outside the door, there was only a piece of paper on the empty floor. The old pastor picked it up and looked at it, then frowned in disgust and disbelief.

After walking back to the bedroom, the old pastor walked around in front of the fireplace for a second time without thinking, stomped his feet for the last time, and decided to sneak in to find out.

There's a good chance this is a nasty joke, a dastardly plot, but what if it's true?

It was raining heavily, and the old pastor in a black cloak left from the back door of the church and got into a boat tied to the river.

The city lord was changing his clothes. He threw all the white linen clothes on the floor roughly, and then took out a black silk robe from the interlayer of the closet and put it on seriously.

The middle-aged city lord reflected in the mirror was gloomy and stern, not at all as cheerful and friendly as when chatting with Enoch during the day.

"The person hasn't been found yet?" the city lord asked, patting the shoulder of an armored guard.

"Not yet." The guard's nervous voice came from inside the armor.

"A bunch of trash!" The city lord cursed.

"Sorry, my lord, I am incompetent." The guard said in a low voice.

The city lord snorted coldly with a gloomy face, and the guard said cautiously, "Master the city lord, why not make a deal with "that lord" another day."

The city lord walked back and forth a few steps restlessly, "I would like to, but is this something I can decide?"

It was almost midnight.

"Let's go, let's trade." The city lord made up his mind and waved his hand and said, "Remember to be more cautious this time than before. If there is anything abnormal, immediately implement the remedial measures mentioned before."

He and a few guards went to an ordinary house in the city. It was extremely ordinary and had no distinctive features. Even the family living next to this house could not detect any abnormalities.

But this house has an extremely wide basement.

In the dark room, densely packed words were written on the huge pentagram symbol, and those words looked like burning flames and frozen shadows.

One of the guards didn't stare at the words for long before he felt pain in his eyes.

"Go and bring him up." The city lord ordered the guards, and then walked among the pentagrams, dripping the blood from his fingertips.

The deep purple light lit up little by little, and the city lord ordered without looking back, "Give me the man."

There was no movement behind him.

"Give me the man." The city lord repeated again.

"Who is going to hand over to you?" The voice of the old pastor sounded behind him.

Hearing these words, the city lord looked back in disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning, only to see a few guards lying on the ground unconsciously, and an old priest in a white robe and black cloak standing opposite him, his hair still wet from the rain across.

"Listen to me! Uncle." The city lord called out a title he hadn't practiced for many years, "Things are not what you see."

The golden shield blocked the city lord's body begging for mercy. The old pastor said coldly, "I have seen those children. If you have anything to say, tell me after you are sentenced to death."

The city lord rolled and quickly dodged a golden light arrow, and shouted in a panic, "It's really not what you think, uncle, I discovered this magic circle and demon a few years ago..."

The old pastor didn't listen to him at all, another golden arrow flashed away.

"The devil threatened me..."

The city lord pulled out the arrow that pierced his thigh in a panic.

"In order to protect other people, I decided to make false claims with the devil for the time being..."

The old priest changed his light blade expressionlessly and slashed at the city lord.

"Look for an opportunity to kill that demon..."

Realizing that there was no chance of redemption, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the city lord, and he took out a dagger from his arms and swooped down to stab the old pastor.

Just as the city lord was halfway through the attack, the old priest's body fell limply first. He barely turned his head, and the last memory in his vision was the pitch-black horns and the ugly face covered with scales.

"Devil..." The old pastor barely uttered two syllables, and his thoughts fell into darkness.

"You forced me to do this!"

This was the first sentence the old pastor heard when he opened his eyes again. He moved his body, and his whole body was covered with black silk webs, making it impossible to use all the power of light, like accidentally falling into a spider web prey.

"Where's that demon?" The old pastor looked around, and there was only the city lord in the basement.

"Which adult can do something for me." The city lord showed a smug smile, "Guess what it is?"

The old pastor didn't want to guess, it must be something extremely bad.

"Don't implicate the innocent, they are all ordinary humans, and you are still the lord of this city." The old pastor said hoarsely.

"Of course, this is my city." The city lord shrugged and said a title that was quite ironic at this time, "Uncle, oh, it's been a long time since I called you that. Uncle, in fact, I didn't intend to kill you at first, Sigh, but you will definitely not let me go while you are alive, so I can only act first."

The old pastor closed his eyes and did not speak, thinking quickly in his mind of any way to spread the news, even if the price was his own death.

If the humans outside continue to let him be the city lord without knowing anything, more people will definitely suffer.

"Miss An Luoxia is so beautiful that it makes people ecstatic. She will be my new wife, and Lord Demon is willing to fulfill my wish, as long as I give him more..." the city lord said.

"You!" The old pastor struggled angrily and sadly, "You can't!"

The city lord came over and stepped on the old priest, "According to this time, Lord Demon should have finished everything, and now I can get rid of you."

The old pastor struggled and spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood onto the Santo's face.

The city lord wiped his face, and furiously decided to cut off the old pastor's tongue first.

The shiny dagger dangled in front of his eyes, and the old pastor seemed to have been frightened, and his movements suddenly froze.

"The last word." The old pastor said struggling.

It is still necessary to listen to the last words of the dying person, the city lord asked, "What else do you want to say?"

"Your a few years ago..." The old pastor lowered his head dejectedly, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the city lord had to bow his head to listen.

Suddenly, one of the old pastor's hands broke free from the black silk net, holding the dagger tightly and never letting go, even if blood flowed out from between his fingers.

The city lord was stunned, and quickly shook off the old priest with his hands, but at the same time, there was a sharp pain in his throat.

His last impression was of seeing his own blood gushing down his arteries before falling unconscious again.

The tall body of the middle-aged city lord fell to the ground with a thud, making a dull sound.

"You're not dead?" said the old pastor excitedly.

It was a haggard-looking woman with a scar on her face, which was quite different from the pampered wife of the city lord in the memory of the old pastor.

"The devil will come at an uncertain time, let's run away!" The woman dropped the dagger in her hand, and quickly grabbed the silk net on the old pastor's body.

The two supported each other and sat on the boat by the river. The old priest tapped lightly between the woman's eyebrows and gave a protective blessing, "Leave along the river and go to the dwarven city to hide for a while."

"Where are you going?" the woman asked the old pastor who had already boarded another boat.

"Save people." The old pastor said calmly and firmly.

"Uncle, you can't beat the devil, go away, come with me!" The woman jumped down to pull him, and the old pastor had already cut off the rope on her boat.

On a night of heavy rain and majestic water, the water was rushing, and in the blink of an eye, the boat had already carried the woman away downstream.

Then, it's my battle.

The old pastor patted lightly, and the air current dragged the boat, and it quickly sailed towards the place where the young scholar and his friends lived.

The author has something to say: The old pastor "Then, the next thing is my battle."

After a few minutes.

The old pastor "... how about fighting?"

An Luoxia: "Fighting? No, it doesn't count."

Enoch "The reality is quite different from the ups and downs I imagined..."

God "Sure enough, there are only angels in the whole world who are the purest, kindest and lovable."