I'm such an old god, so sorry

The vigorous priest showed a sunny and confident smile to the villagers. After arranging the day's work, Oudehert put on a white robe coat and armored, and left the refuge with a blood-stained mace.

Oudecht had to patrol the village every day to clean up the living corpses and weak variants. Those corpses driven by the filthy power were not strong, and ordinary mature men could kill them with weapons.

But the priest did not arm the villagers to accompany him to kill the corpses, because it was never the wandering monsters and indescribable fears that were dangerous in the outside world, but the ubiquitous corruption.

The longer the contact with the corrupted mutant creatures, the greater the degree of contamination of himself. Oddhert has a high level of warrior veins and can resist corruption for a long time, but ordinary villagers are not immune. Pull out to clean up the living corpse, it will be corrupted and mutated within a few days.

"The air is muddy..."

Oudehert pulled up his collar a little, and exhaled a warm breath. In the vision of his professional, floating in the atmosphere is no longer a sacred particle of faith, nor a magical element, but instead a Kind of dark red and black particles.

When the priest saw this, his heart sank. The phenomena in front of him all showed that even the most fundamental magic net of a continent had been corrupted, and Oldhut couldn't imagine the horror of existence with this kind of power.

Can't resist, there is no possibility of victory.

Odekhter is a typical person in the church who is not doing good work. He likes to read some messy books. He learned a lot of knowledge from the books, but in the most absurd record, those evil gods are stronger than righteous gods. Neither can it be said that the existence of erosion of the natural magic net.

The priest's idea of ​​offering sacrifices to the evil god was shattered before it even sprouted.

With a layer of dust covering his eyes, Oudekhter numbly knocked the corpses that had broken into this remote village to their heads one by one. These slow-moving corpses were easily solved with the skill of a priest. The only thing that felt a little tricky was one A fallen creature whose head is mutated like an egg, but fortunately the latter's IQ is worrying, so Oudehert set a trap to kill him.

After clearing the fallen creatures around the village, the priest sat down and ate the dry food he carried, drank some clean water, and then left the village to explore outside. He also needs to check the surrounding environment to see if there is a fall that is so powerful that he cannot resist. The creatures are moving, and Odekhter returned to the church to inform the villagers to gather and hide in the basement.

The village where Oudekhter was located was originally remote, poor, and sparsely populated. He concentrated the survivors and supplies of the whole village in the church immediately after the disaster, not only for the convenience of distribution and management, but also to avoid natural disasters. Like fallen creatures, after all, the survivors gathered in a church are like ants on the roadside to those monsters, and they will not deliberately trample to death.

There is no good way for the pastor. He can only pin his hopes on the mercy that does not exist at all.

But when he climbed a small hill and looked into the distance, the fluke buried deep in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.

I saw the distant sky in the evening afterglow, and under the fiery red dome were a number of horrible and fallen creatures resembling giant crabs. They were like a mountain crab wielding huge pair of pincers, and black pus splashed from them. Going out, the landing place was melted in an instant, and some small fallen creatures crawled out of it. Oudehert knew them. It was the corrupt creatures that destroyed all the church arms in this city, and these scalp monsters turned out to be numb. Thousands appear in Oudecht.

They swallowed everything they saw.

Grass, rocks, ruins..... All that is left is wasteland that seems to have been swept by lava.

"Ha...what is this?"

Oudehert snorted and knelt down weakly.

It can be clearly seen that these Cancer Corruptions are rampant and will destroy everything in front of them, and the refuge established by Oddhert happens to be on their way.

This is no longer a disaster that can be avoided by fluke. The black mud sprayed from Cancer’s mouthparts will cover every inch of the ground, and those small corrupted objects will be picked out from every corner of the trembling survivors to eat. .

But after a brief period of thought, Oudehert found desperately that there was no way to save the villagers. Perhaps he ran away on his own. He still had some vitality to escape the propulsion range of the fallen behemoth, but he would definitely die if he took the villagers away. It is impossible to escape.

"...Obviously, I have insisted until now, and I have finally taken up the courage...As a result, is the one who should come or is to come? Hahahahaha..."

Odekhter threw away the mace and the creed that he carried with him, removed the blood-stained armor, and walked quickly in the direction of the Cancer.

"...Why do we suffer such a catastrophe? What did mortals do wrong to provoke such punishment? Is the effort of mortals worthless in your eyes!"

Oudehert roared loudly toward the front, and with the determination to die, the anger that people burst out was equivalent to courage.

"Well, if mortals are really so fragile, if the gods I believe in are too weak to pinch ants in front of you, then beg for true greatness, and a great existence that can really pity us and save us... ...It will definitely exist? Since there is your evil and corrupt filth, even your disgusting filth can dominate the mortal world, there will definitely be a greater true God, can you hear it? God! Whether it is Whoever he has, no matter what his purpose, humble mortals just want to have the right to live..."

At the end of the last, when the Cancer-like body was fully presented in front of Oudecht, the priest was still praying.

People who have not faced the giant beasts can’t imagine the feeling of being shocked. Oudehert looked at the cancer and the corrupted creatures not far away, feeling the trembling of the ground, and his own smallness has never been Show it so vividly.

"Heh... Is there nothing to pray for?"

Oudehert finally gave up hope, smiled like self-deprecating, and then knelt on the ground waiting for the fate of being torn apart.

Huh--

At the moment when he closed his eyes, a flash of light suddenly flashed in front of the priest's eyes.

illusion?

Oudehert was taken aback, opened one eye, and then immediately closed it.

It's not an illusion. In front of him, there is really a silver river of light rushing.

Chapter 4 The Pure White Girl

It was a sudden passing light, like a roar of light, the light mingled with gold, emerald, and silver drowned out the corrupted things in Oudecht's vision.

Whether it was a huge corrupted Cancer or the tide of black pus monsters on the ground, they were all swallowed by the light.

He didn't know the details. He guessed it. Although he wanted to see it for himself, he was blinded by the glare as soon as he opened one of his eyes, and he is still in pain.

There was no sound coming from his ears. At the moment the light was shining, he only received a sharp tinnitus, and then he fell into silent silence.

There should be a sound, but the sound was also annihilated by the light.

So the pastor could only close his eyes tightly and stay where he didn't dare to move. Until the dazzling light in front of his eyes dissipated, Oudehert opened his left eye tentatively. The other eye is still damaged. Keep tears.

Looking at the scene before him again, Oudehert was stunned, completely unable to believe that this was the place he saw before closing his eyes.

Corrupted cancer, black pus walking corpses, tentacle monsters all disappeared, no corpses left... No, it should be said that nothing was left, the remains or wailing, all burned in the light, even in the air The corrupting smell of the scent is replaced by a pure fresh fragrance.

"What a nice view......"

Oudehert was surprised by the demise of those desperate mutant creatures, and then he was immersed in the scenery before him.

Pure white scenery.

Mountains, fields, and rivers, which were eroded by corrupted and fallen things, are now all turned into pure white sculptures, as if there was a heavy snow for three days and three nights. The sky is white and the mountains and rivers are white. Even the ground on which Oddhert's feet stepped was soft, and it was obvious that the soil under his feet had been transformed into something unknown at some point.

In the boundless empty whiteness, the priest lay down, his dry and cracked palm sunk into the white matter, and he felt the texture of sand.

Oudehert put his face on the white sand. Unexpectedly, he thought it would be as cold and moist as snow, but what came out was a warm and delicate touch, like a pillow on a stove, making the priest a little dizzy. Sleepy.

If you can die like this, it is also a happy thing.

As soon as Oudecht had this idea, he caught a pure white figure in the corner of the angle of view. The priest turned over and stood up. He saw the distant figure disappear on the back of the white sand hill. Regardless of physical exhaustion, he ran towards the opponent.

"Wait, who are you! You are..."

With a kind of turbulent ecstasy, Oudekhter stomped on the white sand with one foot shallow and one foot, swaying vigorously with one hand, and pressing his violently beating heart with the other, and ran as hard as he could.

He plunged into the hill and paddled randomly under the submerged white sand, until he climbed the hillside, the clear picture of the figure appeared in his vision.

A pure white girl.

At least from the back view, from the hair color to the clothes, all are pure white, and a few of the different colors are the black hair accessories on the top of the head, and the black patterns on the upper part of the knee socks.

Under Oudecht’s gaze, the girl gently raised her hand, and the white sand on the ground floated in the air, condensed into a long bow shining with stardust light under the elegant movements of the former, and then the girl stretched the bowstring, the same arrow formed by the white sand The string is automatically loaded.