Chapter 142: Promise at Dusk (25)

The prophet stood in front of the statue of the nun, looked up at her, and looked at this woman who changed his life.
"On this day more than twenty years ago, when Maria delivered the future to me, what was she thinking? At that time, I was a naive young man, naive, reckless, cynical, and daring, why would she Believe I can do it? "
This question touched Qi Leren's heart, because at this moment, he had the same confusion in his heart.
The prophet looked at the three with a smile, Qi Leren looked confused and confused, and Si Yan's calm face showed sadness, and the illusionist's complexion did not want to say a word.
"I'll leave this question to you," said the prophet. "It's time to start, otherwise she should be here. Are you ready?"
"I'll never be ready!" Suddenly, the illusionist broke out. He grabbed the prophet's wrist and yelled at him abnormally. "Can't you think about yourself more? Those people and you What's the matter? They're alive and dead and it's your shit! Why should you sacrifice everything for them! If you devote half of your energy to studying the original power, you will be freed now! "
The Prophet listened quietly to him and asked softly, "Do you know why this field was born?"
The illusionist froze.
"At that time, we had been in exile in the human world for half a year. In the past six months, I have seen too many cruel and horrible things that I never imagined before. I want to build a shelter for human beings and protect them from living. Zheng It was this mood that gave birth to this field at the most dangerous time. At that moment, I suddenly realized the meaning of what I was looking for in my life. After that, I forgot many things. Only this obsession accompanied me, in I have spent a long time under the ice lake. In fact, I do n’t remember many details of that day. Watching the opera once a year is like watching other people ’s stories, but the feeling is like being imprinted in the soul. It cannot be erased. "
The illusionist buried his face in the teacher's shoulder and shivered silently. He knew this day would come sooner or later, but always naively hoped it would never come.
"There will always be this day, and there will always be a farewell. Moreover, this time, it is not life or death." Said the prophet.
"Why not?" The illusionist questioned on his shoulders.
"There are many forms of living."
"I don't accept this form!"
The prophet smiled. He patted the illusionist's head to indicate that he was standing upright. The illusionist froze on his clothes. Then he lifted his face to dry his tears, but at the moment when he looked at the prophet, His eyes were still wet.
"Then give you a farewell kiss as compensation?" The prophet asked with a sly smile.
The illusionist pointed to his right cheek.
"Are you here?" The prophet was shocked.
"Xiaozhi kissed me every day, he said he liked me the most!" Said the illusionist.
"... Are you three years old this year?"
"Shut up!" The illusionist shouted at the prophet.
The prophet smiled helplessly, glanced over the illusionist's head, and left a kiss on his right face. With this kiss, the illusionist's body was surrounded by gentle white light. Countless of his phantoms flashed behind him, from small to large, forming a long line. Each of his faces gazed at the prophet, each Full of reluctance.
The prophet came to Si Yan again: "You have always been my most assured student, but to you, I am not a reassuring teacher. You have worked hard for these years."
The prophet's appearance was reflected in Si's pair of inorganic snake pupils, and he suddenly wanted to be naive again.
So he pointed to his cheek.
The prophet was surprised and helpless, but in the end he did not have the heart to refuse.
A farewell kiss fell on Si ’s left face. Similarly, a snow suddenly floated between the sky and the earth behind him, falling one after another, and covering his shoulders, he seemed to be frozen. In this heavy snow, quietly bid farewell to a person who was about to leave.
Finally, Qi Leren looked at the prophet who was approaching him and said nervously: "... I ... don't need it?"
The god-like boy who came to him in the snow suddenly laughed like a naughty boy. He happily embraced Qi Leren's shoulder and kissed him gently on his forehead.
"Twenty years ago, I glanced at the future of Ning Zhou. He will live in the pain of destruction throughout his life, but this is no longer the case, Leren, in fact you have changed his destiny." Said the Prophet.
He once told Maria that her child would have a bright future and that he would live a devout and happy life.
It was a lie. At that time, he only saw the endless misery and pain in the child, and saw a soul that would eventually be destroyed after torture. But fate is so wonderful, it turned a lie into reality.
After a long period of chaos and darkness, he even saw a new dawn, rising with the young man in front of him.
"Really? Will Ning Zhou be all right? Will we all be okay in the future?" Qi Leren excitedly tightened the prophet's hand, eager to get a positive answer from his mouth.
The prophet smiled: "Well, go and save him. His life is very long. After so many thorns and darkness, he will always see the dawn of dawn. Bring my blessing to Ning Zhou I wish you a happy wedding. "
As soon as the words came down, Qi Leren ’s unceasing and painful soul was suddenly healed tenderly, and the half-sphere that was broken into countless pieces was injected with a whole new force. A huge source of time came from outside eight directions and stopped. The clock began to turn wildly, and the broken half-sphere began to flow backwards in an incredible way.
"Fortunately, it just broke up, and your source power is just right. Finally, I will do something good." The prophet's voice came from afar, but Qi Leren's consciousness could no longer be controlled by himself. He was everywhere Surrounded by white light, he doesn't need to look up to see the blue sky above his head. He doesn't need to look down to see the green fields and gardens under his feet.
He seemed to be flying, looking down at the dusk from the sky, can not help but be shocked by the scene.
He, Si, and the illusionist, each of them was in full bloom of his own half-sphere. Numerous visions were born at this moment, and at their feet, the prophet standing in front of the statue of the nun closed his hands on his chest and raised his head. Through the night and the clouds, he seemed to see something.
"Just waiting for you to bring the Dawn Land, this time it is indispensable," said the Prophet.
Su He, who was far away in the underground ice palace, smiled helplessly: "So it is ... it's not a bad trip to help the teacher."
The prophet raised his arm, a powerful energy set off between the heavens and the earth, and the night was torn. In the infinite sky, a huge field was being pulled to the ground quickly-the dawn town began to fall!
With the innate attraction between the two realms, the Prophet was able to use the power of the Twilight Land to pull the Land of Dawn, even without pocket watches, as long as they were close enough. With this traction, the Dawn Township in the sky, like a cruise ship entering the water, began to inevitably tilt and sink. Numerous forces condensed in the Dawn Township fell from the sky, and the powerful to terrible energy swept the entire dusk in an instant Town of!
Floating islands, white towers, and flying birds, all the dead and dead in the Land of Dawn are dumped in this power, and the Land of Dusk madly absorbs the power from the Land of Dawn. Qi Leren strongly felt the magnitude and horror of this power, so much that he could splurge on them as he wished, and repair the broken and broken hometown of dusk.
It was the painstaking effort that the Prophet once gave to the Land of Dawn, and now he is going to take it all back.
The whole country at dusk has a panoramic view, whether it is the buildings burned by fanatics, the streets destroyed by Leviathan, the tiring white bones in the sea, and the dragon sinking under the ocean, he suddenly sees everything .
Qi Leren didn't think at all, he immediately poured this power to his important people.
The whole body of the Demon Dragon that was penetrated by the bone spear was full of scars. During the severe corrosion, part of the flesh had been eroded to reveal the pale skeleton. Qi Leren didn't even dare to look at its wound carefully, for fear that he would lose his mind.
After the growth, the origin of rebirth is covered on the dragon's body, and the dragon suddenly trembles and raises its head suddenly.
Half of the dragon scales have been corroded, revealing Sensen's bones, but the eyes inlaid in the eye sockets have faded into madness and changed back to the blue color.
It struggled to get up from the bottom of the sea, biting the bone spear on its body, pulling it out of the body one by one, tearing a lot of flesh every time, dyeing this sea area scarlet.
Under the protection of the surging forces of resurgence, the dragon seemed to be getting better, at least no longer bleeding, but the scales that had been corroded still couldn't grow back quickly. But this is enough, it is ready to face a new battle!
There was a high-pitched dragon yin in the waters of the dusk town. The entire surface of the sea covered by the white sea of ​​the ideal country, a huge demon dragon broke through the white bone layer, rising from below the sea! Countless bones were lifted out by this wind and strength, and it was a white storm all over the sky. The dragon fan flapped its wings and flew to the huge eyeball of the ideal country.
"Going back."
The prophet's voice made Qi Leren's intellect return to this heaven and earth from the distant sea of ​​bones.
Three different fundamental forces are constantly rising, growing rapidly under the infusion of the power of time, gradually merging with the land of dusk, forming a completely new field.
"From now on, the three of you will be in charge of this new dusk town. Once someone has condensed into a new realm, you can take him as the principal and integrate the dusk town into it. The more the field becomes more solidified, but before that, you must protect yourself and never leave here for a long time, otherwise the hometown of twilight will fall into chaos due to imbalance of power. "
The Prophet looked at the three men slowly returning to the ground, surrounded by a vast white light, and was drawn with most of his strength to maintain the dazzling light of this inherited Dawn Land, as if falling from the sky at any time.
"It's one last step." The Prophet gazed at them, behind him a call from the Twilight Land.
Find the right three new original powers, capture the power of the Dawn Land to carry on the ritual, and finally integrate all your own original powers into this dusk town to become the most unbreakable maintenance. It took him too much effort to achieve these conditions, especially the seal of the underground ice palace. If Su He did not come, then he would not be able to take advantage of the time difference between Su He and his escape to complete the inheritance with the power of the dawn town.
The white light became brighter and brighter and devoured almost the whole night.
In this light, a huge and unimaginable goldfish slowly swims through the sky. No one knows what it is. Just glance at it and you will be shocked by it.
Its size is so huge that it is doubtful that the night is just a projection of it on the ground, and this new light that illuminates the land of dusk may be just a reflection on its fish scales.
The goldfish that seemed to come from a different space swam in the clouds and disappeared into the void in a blink of an eye.
The wind was raging, and the prophet stood in the wind. The figure of the goldfish affected those long-forgotten memories, and some residual pictures appeared in the fragmented memories. It should be an evening, the setting sun was shining, and the magnificent sunset fell on the entire beach.
The entire sea was filled with demon corpses. A damaged ship docked on the coast. They got off the ship and survived the robbery.
"This child, he ... will have a bright future." The prophet holding the baby smiled hard and told a good-faith lie to the expectant Mary.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Maria looked at the child in her arms and said softly, "That's great ..."
"Do you want to give him any name? If you want to be called St. John, St. George, or St. Paul, I would vote against it." The prophet returned the child to Maria, and said with a smile.
"His father's surname is Ning. This child followed me in exile and was born on such a bumpy boat. Fortunately, he has experienced such a storm. When he came to this world, the boat finally landed on the coast. .I think, call him Ning Zhou, I hope he enjoys a peaceful happiness in this life. "Maria Qiangqi aroused, named for this son of fate.
The prophet said again and again and quickly broke away from the topic. He chatted to Maria about his new vision of the field. Maria embraced the baby in her arms and raised his spirit to listen to him, and finally said : "It's better to be here. Tell everyone what you think."
"Now? But I haven't fully figured it out yet." The prophets who were young in the field were a little hesitant.
"It's right here, right now," Maria said with a smile, looking down at her child tenderly, and the infinitely hurt soul filled with tender love.
So the prophet stood on a reef and called out to everyone: "Everyone, we have been in exile for too long. Now that I have a realm, I think, right here, we will build a new city and let me provide it Place. In my realm, we can no longer be afraid of the arrival of demons, we have to rebuild the homes of yesteryear, and let more human beings have a stable residence ... "
In fact, he was not good at all. Even if he tried to make himself look reliable, his too young appearance and clumsy expression was still a flaw. But no one cares about them. They are around the prophet, listening patiently and reverently to his lecture which is not a lecture. They have longed for this day too long, so that every hope is extremely precious.
Time is fixed at this moment, and in the setting sun, the prophet places his realm on this coast. At that time, he was full of spirits and arrogance, and always thought that all disasters would end. At this moment, the dusk is forever, and everyone can start a happy life.
Twenty-three years in an instant.
At this moment, the prophet remembered this lost and recovered memory, and finally could clearly recall the scene at that time, and he suddenly felt that there was no regret.
"It's going to be bright. From now on, the moon will rise and fall, and there will never be an eternal dusk, isn't it good?"
The prophet finished, smiled at the three of them, and turned into eternal time.