Drowning in the Gentle Country [Western Fantasy]

On the side of the red eyes of the transitional plane, Sidi's sharp claws covered with purple-gold light ruthlessly scratched at its pure black ripples, leaving deep marks, and the pure black ripples quickly receded. The teleportation space in its body was opened by the touch planer, and it was even possible to glimpse the situation in hell on the other side——

"Wow!" Sidi shouted, but the sight was blocked by pure black ripples pouring back the next moment, and the red eyes quickly repaired the damaged teleportation plane, but Sidi's natural power to travel through space made the transition position The existence form of surface becomes meaningless.

They were originally bridges connecting two planes, except for conveying pictures and sounds, they could not affect the people and things in the two planes, but now Sidi's method is to swim to the other side along the direction of the bridge, but At the same time, it is dismantled, so that people on the other side or here can no longer communicate through it...

Is this possible?Red Eyes thought in fear, but just now, the amethyst dragon that had disguised itself passed through it to reach the depths of hell, and now it is confronting that demon!

Cold sweat broke out from the red eyes - if it has any - it is the same type of transitional plane as the green-eyed Laffer, the difference is that one serves the domain of the gods and the other serves hell.As the consciousness of the transitional plane, they are still too young and too young, and their emotional expressions are only the most basic. In this long life, the emotion called "fear" has surfaced for the first time, and it can vaguely guess, What these two amethyst dragons are going to do to it!

"Can you see what's going on over there?" Ivedo asked, he couldn't help but tense up. This proposal was made when he discussed with Wilt just now - to destroy the existence of the transitional plane and let the visitors from hell Shut up - it's just that you only need to touch the red eyes a little, but Wilt insists on going to the plane of hell to ask him face to face.

Ask him exactly how much he was involved in the downfall of Fiennes, Mance, Fiore, and Androne, and ask him what his purpose of coming out to expose the truth at this time is.The unscrupulous laughter of the visitor from hell and the phrase "someone paid the price for you" still echoed in Iviedo's head.

Mance?He vaguely thought that in God's Domain before, envoys with similar godheads were always acquainted, especially because he had a gentle personality and outstanding appearance. It would not be too much to say that he was the most popular among the envoys.He and Mance are familiar, but they are just friends who talk more. Before deciding to descend, he only mentioned the plan with the God of Harvest and a few other envoys of the Harvest God, and came without telling most people. To the lower plane.

After that, the expected loss of divine power and the long loneliness of the extreme northern glacier made him almost forget the past. Time passed by at an uncontrollable speed. When he accepted the power of hell and learned of the arrival of his old friend, I don't even have any nostalgia in my heart, I just hope that I will never meet again, so that he can discover his fallen identity.

—but now the demon actually told him that the price he had exchanged for the power of hell was actually paid by Mance?In addition to his own soul, what Mance offered was the "real name" of the God of Order?

...What a ridiculous existence this is, Ivydo thought uncontrollably. He found Mance at the end of the Battle of the Gods and chatted with him, but he never told him about it.Mance clearly hated the entire God Realm, and Iviedo didn't understand where his deep hatred came from. He almost thought that his apocalypse was being persecuted—but Mance still regarded himself as a dear friend who was sick and sympathetic. Telling the whole story clearly confirmed that they were on the same front.

And Ivedo was indeed unable to stop him and Fiore's actions, and even helped in the final battle. Although he failed to change the ending in the end, until Mance died, he should always feel that "we are a group of" right?

Is it a gang...?Ivydo's hands and feet were bone-chillingly cold. He remembered the majesty and dignity of the Temple of Order in the past, and also remembered the scenery when the God of Order brought 24 envoys under him to formulate rules for the new plane. Once his godhead fell, was it really because of Mance's betrayal?Then how much of his crime will account for it?

"Don't believe what he says, Evan."

Iviedo was stunned, and looked into the distance in disbelief. The green-eyed Laffer's pure white ripples fluttered, which was obviously a sign that he had just finished speaking. In other words, the voice just now was indeed——

"Something happened to Fiennes, but I don't think it has much to do with you or Mance..." said the old voice of the Harvest God, "'True name' is very important, but it's not something that can be broken at the touch of a button The existence of "true name" is the main symbol of constructing the god system, so I will tell all the angels, combine with their power, and form an indestructible faction divine power. As one of the gods with the highest godhood, Fiennes has always been Hell regards it as a thorn in the side, and tried to send the traitor several times to find out the news, and once something happened, the demons of hell always exaggerated and took the credit..."

He paused, sighed and said, "So, take it easy."

Iviedo did not relax at all. He knew that the leak of his "true name" would be a key factor in destroying an established and mature pantheon, even if it was not a fatal blow. Mance's betrayal would not only cause the pantheon of order to suffer Involvement will make every god doubt their most trusted envoy, like a seemingly incompatible seed falling into a crack, maybe how it will grow in the depths, and germinate at the right time to break through the ground, destroying the long-standing trust.And the hesitation of the harvest god just now, doesn't it represent his doubts?

...But it should be, Ivydo thought, the visitor from hell used tricky words, and the light "you forged it casually" was worth the God of Harvest's deliberation and anxiety for a long time, but this is also what he should be, and he silently Emphasized it again.

"Thank you for your trust..." He was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, but kept his head down. The only image that the God of Harvest saw through Laffer was this scene, "I have no face, and I am not qualified to return to God's Domain , may be able to escape the judgment of God's Domain because of this, but that is not my original intention..."

"I said, take it easy."

Iviedo's long dark golden hair swayed slightly as he shook his head, "You once taught us that we should praise all things when there is a good harvest, and look forward to life when there is barrenness. We must never give up. Only waiting for hope is the only belief. In the past 1 years, I have forgotten many things, but I dare not forget this sentence alone. I am always looking for something to support my belief. I used to be a believer, and then I was myself, and finally let me wait for that hope—— "

The God of Harvest paused: "Is that the Amethyst Dragon?"

"Yes, Wilt couldn't be better." Iviedo said with a smile, "It's just that we met too late. When he rudely asked you for help from God's Realm, it was difficult for me to hold him back. After all, this It is also his 'hope', and at this time, I..." He took a deep breath, adjusting his emotions, otherwise he would almost be unable to continue, "...I will think of the long life of the Dragon Clan. There is also the process of gradually discarding my memories in the long, long time ago when I lived alone in the glacier."

"Ivan..." The aged God of Harvest sighed, but Ivydo interrupted him and said firmly, "I don't want him to go through it too."

"What do you want?"

"I—" Iviedo's words stopped halfway, but if it weren't for a sudden change, the God of Harvest thought he might say something amazing, and this interrupted movement in the middle was impossible for Iviedo no distractions.

Because Sidi screamed loudly: "Back!"

The speed at which his claws scratched did not decrease but increased, and the chaotic pure black ripples under the small purple claws retreated rapidly, as if they all possessed spirituality. , releasing a scary and high-pitched sound wave.

But this didn't stop a hand from stretching out from the gap that was incompatible with pure black, and the palm formed into a fist, and then leaped vigorously, passing through the transitional plane with ease, and returning to this lower plane.

Wilt in human form.

"Quick, Sidi, as promised," said Wilt.

"Okay!" Sidi huffed and punched, ignoring the pain of the red eyes and groaning, Wilt stood in front of it and looked at it for a while, stretched out a palm, five fingers, and pressed down.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!"

The red eyes howled, and with the disappearance of the piercing sound, the red eyes of the transitional plane no longer existed in the boundless sky.

"It... escaped?" Iviedo asked uncertainly.

"Back to hell, but the transition has been destroyed, and it has no effect for a long time." Wilt replied, and he turned to look at Iviedo.

His whole body was soaked in the thick liquid of the sea of ​​blood, and he didn't look so elegant. On the contrary, he still had a distinct breath of hell, but when others saw him, this was extremely difficult to notice.

...because something else was too bright.

"strength"

Really majestic, deep, and thunderous power.It is a hundred times more insolent than in the battle of the God of Punishment, and a thousand times more arrogant than in the duel with the Lich Dragon. He obviously did not radiate it deliberately, but it was invisible in the tens of thousands of feet around him, and every breath was an influence position. peak of the face.

This has already been eliminated by the laws of the plane when traveling through the plane, but it is still so clear that hell is not imprisoned, and there is no need to be restricted by him under the constraints of the original law, and how wonderful this seems dazzling.

He shouldn't be living in the lower planes, the thought popped into his head again.

"Iviedo," he looked at him happily, and even turned around, "were you ever this powerful? When you were an envoy of God."

"Hmm..." Iviedo said uncertainly, "I don't really remember."

"Then you must remember!" Wilt shouted in the direction of trembling green eyes. Laffer was lamenting the fate of the same kind, and was shocked by the majestic power. At this time, he delivered the words very seriously, "God of Harvest, please Give Ivydo the same divine power as before."

"Wait a minute!" Iviedo held him helplessly, it was crazy!He just confessed to the God of Harvest!

"What's the matter? I communicated very well with the visitor from hell. He told me that everything was made up, so I just got out." Wilt said naturally, "Then, the credit for saving the lower planes from the gods should be credited. If you haven’t been rewarded before, then it’s better to hurry up, let’s do it now.”

"Haha!" The God of Harvest smiled with great interest, as if he was expecting his words to convince himself, "Although Ivan solved the famine by God's descending, the subsequent battle of the evil dragon and the God of Punishment either did nothing, or I don’t need rewards for helping the evildoers, and the merits and demerits are offset.”

"Who says merit and demerit are worthless!" Wilt said coldly, he closed his eyes, snapped his fingers, the lavender light somehow descended vertically, and found the person he was looking for as if tracking a spell, quietly attached to his chest.

On the ground, the people connected with him are: Aunt Fanny, Miss Helen and Elf Princess.

They said—

On the other hand, hell.

The demon standing in the depths of the blood sea had messy hair, and his face was covered with blood mud and dirt. He opened his arms and waved his hands. The female demons who slipped and fell in the blood sea dared not move, and no one came up to serve them.

He gave an impatient "tsk" and licked off the filth on his face. Half of the transitional plane was destroyed, and it would take some time to repair it. For the time being, there was no need to rely on it to observe the upper plane.

——For hell, the human world is just above them.

He recalled the not-so-intense fight with Amethyst Dragon just now, and his head grew big, "Dragon Clan, it's really disgusting..." Soaking his body in the sea of ​​blood again, he recalled one by one in this lower level. The things he provoked and the benefits he got... He raised his hand. On his wrist, the iron ring representing order was no longer shining, and he smiled contentedly.

"Fiennes, let's fall..." It's been a long time since the throbbing cheeks felt this way after being hit, but the demon immersed in happiness seemed to feel no pain at all, and even started humming a ditty, and only after humming a dozen times Stopped, twitched the still sore corner of the mouth, "Forget it, just let them go."

As for later, he used the transitional plane of recovery ability to send a large number of blood sea demons to trouble them, but was beaten by Wilt and Ivydo who regained the power of the god envoy, and was even killed in the blood sea. That's another story.