Doomsday Totem

Chapter 445 Rotten
On the morning of the Praise of the Gods Festival, there was thin snowflakes in the sky, and a group of carriages loaded with flowers set off from the Temple of Prayer for Rain and strolled along the streets cut out of large blocks of marble.

"Knock... Kick... Kick... Kick... Kick... Kick..."

The crisp sound of horseshoes awakened the sleeping city, and people flooded onto the avenue, crowding on both sides of the street, waving silver crosses on a white background and small banners with rain clouds painted on them.They cheered loudly, celebrating the biggest festival of the year and welcoming the arrival of the new year.

A large float drawn by twelve strong Shire horses was at the forefront of the procession.The car body is simple and thick, carved from thousand-year-old elm wood from the northern ice field, engraved with exquisite patterns, covered with a luxurious blanket trimmed with gold, and sprinkled with delicate and charming flower petals.

Standing on the carriage was a pretty girl with red lips and white teeth.With a bright and moving smile, she waved to the crowd on both sides of the street from time to time.But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a trace of haze between her brows.

Mu Yuqin's heart was in a very bad mood. Her lover was stuck in a deep hole, life and death were uncertain, and she was incapable of doing so, which really made her suffer.At this moment, she has no intention of participating in the float parade at all, but as the priest of the Temple of Prayer for Rain, she has an inescapable responsibility.

The convoy walked through the bustling shopping streets and stopped at Yulu Plaza, the center of NO.13 Yincheng.

Amid the cheers of the waves, the huge curtain slowly opened, and the annual performance of the Festival of Praise began.At the same time, nineteen gun salutes were fired, and the flagship of the Prayer for Rain led dozens of aircraft to fly over at low altitude, dropping pieces of colorful confetti.Sandwiched in the fine snow, it floats all over the sky, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

Immediately afterwards, the trombones sounded together, and a large orchestra with thousands of people played the movement.In an instant, cheerful notes echoed over the square, and people gradually became quiet.At this time, the trombone sounded again, and a melodious and profound voice penetrated the layers of symphony and went straight to the sky.The brisk melody suddenly turned sharply, bringing a layer of solemnity.

People lowered their heads one after another, clasped their fingers together, put them on their chests, closed their eyes reverently, and sang along in a low voice.

All of a sudden, the ancient ballads became louder and louder like waves after waves, until they resounded throughout the world.It seems that above the clouds, in the palaces of the gods, the gods are singing in a low voice, the beauty and prosperity of the world.

This is the hymn to the gods, the hymn of Notre-Dame.

Under the leadership of the priest, after singing the hymn, it is time for the performance.In the warm atmosphere, young and beautiful girls, handsome and sunny boys, dignified ladies, middle-aged men with loud songs, gray-haired old women, and old men with extraordinary bearing all appeared on stage to perform.

The song and dance performances lasted until nightfall. People returned to their homes, and the whole family gathered together to thank the gods for their gifts and pray for prosperity in the coming year.

After the performance, Mu Yuqinxin changed into a pink evening dress, left Yulu Square, and came to the NO.13 Yincheng gymnasium to attend the annual Praise Festival dinner.

This year's dinner seems to be a bit different, as soon as Mu Yuqinxin stepped into the venue, she became the focus of the audience.The young nobles in the city seemed to have made an appointment, and since she entered the door, they have sent her flowers one after another to express their admiration.In the past, Qi Yu Ji and Mu Yu Ling Lan would definitely not allow them to do this.After all, she is a priest of the Temple of Prayer for Rain, a nun who serves the God of Rain, and she cannot talk about marriage until she officially returns to secular life.

She wanted to ask her sister privately, but she was surrounded by young nobles and couldn't find any chance.

What she didn't know was that with Mu Yu Linglan's acquiescence, she was already the No. 13 most popular woman to marry in Yincheng.In her early twenties, she had crossed the fifth-order hurdle and became a sixth-order psyker.Among the No.13 Yincheng, she is the one with the best talent after Mu Yu Lily of the Valley.At the same time, she is the younger sister of the contemporary rain priest, the priest of the Temple of Praying for Rain, and her status is detached.Coupled with a youthful and hot body, a sweet and pleasant appearance.Taken together, she is already a rare woman in the world.Whoever can marry back is the favor of God.

As the so-called Eighteen Changes of the Women's University, the little girl who used to follow behind the priest praying for rain and whose brilliance was covered by Muyu lily of the valley, has become plump, beautiful, and slim, with a youthful aura that is about to explode. Like a natural stunner, people can't help but tremble.

The beauty of Mu Yuqin's heart is different from Mu Yulinglan's ice-cold beauty, You Ge's exquisiteness, Bi Qinglan's contradictory purity and enchantment, and Lina's mature charm. It is a beauty full of energy and vitality.It was as if being with her would make you look decades younger.

At this moment, the two old men, Colin Burns and Morton Railing, who were sitting in the upper table, looked at Mu Yuqinxin, who was surrounded by young people, and wished that he could be four or 50 years younger and go down to share the stage with them compete.And Brandon Peter looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the woman in white who looked like a mirror lake.The past is vivid and embarrassing.If time could be turned back, he would rather not have the prestige of a holy rank, but keep her, even for a second.But she always disappeared, leaving only a trace of residual memory.In the deepest part of his heart, there is a secret that he never tells anyone.If one day, the Temple of Praying for Rain encounters a catastrophe, he will definitely defend it to the death, because her ashes are buried in the back garden there.

Just when Mu Yuqin was suffering from a headache and the three old men were worrying about gains and losses, Tie Slag, Shayan Bruno, and Bang Chui were having a celebration dinner around a slightly thicker candle.

A week ago, the mallet was sent down because his family had stopped paying him a high prison management fee and left him to fend for himself.Today's dinner included a large chicken leg, a few pieces of stewed beef, and a small bottle of cheap ale in addition to dry and hard black bread.

The middle-aged man who called himself "Old Fifth" before had festered all over his body, unable to move, lying in the hole waiting to die.What's strange is that Iron Slag, who was originally a healthy body, also had ulcers on his skin to varying degrees.This phenomenon was especially evident on Bang Chui. In less than seven days, his skin had already appeared erythema and pustules, which would soon fester on a large scale.What's more, Shayan, who has stayed here all year round and lived well, also has a lot of red spots.

These red spots reminded Iron Slag of the radiation damage in the southern cemetery.This sickness occurs when the radiation toxins in the body accumulate to a certain level.Then the skin will fester in a large area, and then fall off.

But where does the radiation pollution come from?

After expressing the doubts in his heart, Shayan, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, patted his thigh vigorously and said loudly, "I understand!"

"What's wrong?" Tie Slag asked.

"This group of dogs!" Shayan scolded, then pointed to the black bread in his hand and explained.According to his speculation, the problem lies in the food, the water and the bread, which have been contaminated by radiation.

"No wonder it tastes pungent and sour." After finishing speaking, the mallet raised his hand and slammed the black bread on the ground, and the dry and hard bread crumbs were scattered everywhere.

Upon hearing this conjecture, Tie Slag's heart skipped a beat.It is not difficult to see that the only person here who deserves their poison is him.And with his sensitive identity, it seems that the prison will only do this under the order of You Ge.Thinking of this, his heart felt ashamed, and he sighed secretly.If you want him to die, why bother?When the shot came, as long as he didn't save him, he would have become a corpse.

"If we don't eat this, what else can we eat?" Shayan sighed, picked up half a piece of black bread on the ground, and stuffed it back into the hand of the mallet, "Even if I die, I can't starve to death, what a mess."

The mallet froze for a while, then lowered his head to think for a while, finally resigned, picked up the black bread, and ate it in silence.Tie Slag closed his eyes and continued to eat.

"Come, drink." Shayan raised the small wine bottle and said, "I wish us a happy new year, and we will go to heaven in the future, and be angels."

"Okay!" Bangchu smiled helplessly, and then raised the small wine bottle.

"Cheers!" Tie Slag also raised the small wine bottle.

Iron-blooded man, stretching out his head is a knife, retracting his head is also a knife, since he is going to die, why bother to die so uselessly.

These radiation-contaminated foods were made by several prison guards under the instigation of Quentin Modleton.But this time, the three holy ranks were surprisingly slow, and none of them seemed to notice the abnormality.Of course, St. Augustine Modleton would not risk offending his granddaughter by getting involved.All he had to do was ignore it, and Quentin would take care of things.And when the Dongchuang incident happened, he could still pretend that he didn't know anything, and even condemned Quentin's dirty methods in turn.

All in all, Quentin is a pawn that can be sacrificed when necessary.

However, Quentin was not a fool, he knew that the Pope would not bear this responsibility.But the fierce jealousy had already burned out his rationality, and he didn't care about it so much.If he didn't kill Tie Slag, his anger would be hard to extinguish, worse than death.

In this way, the days passed day by day, Iron Slag ate black bread and water contaminated by radiation every day, his body became weaker and weaker, and large areas of skin festered, festered, and fell off...

More than ten days later, Bangchui's whole body festered, his internal organs failed, and when he drank water, he spat out a mouthful of pus and blood, and he passed away.When Iron Slag was handling the corpse, the arms and lower legs of the mallet fell off, and his death was extremely miserable.

More than ten days later, Sand Salt Bruno, who was supposed to appear at dinner time, never came again.He searched for several days, but couldn't find the other party's body, probably died directly in the water.

All his friends died, and Tie Slag returned to his lonely life.Gradually, he felt weaker and weaker, with weak hands and feet.I don't know how long it took, maybe a few days, maybe a few months, until one time, he woke up in a daze, and when he raised his hand, he felt empty.It soon became apparent to him that his left arm had come off.

In the endless darkness, he felt as if his whole body was being burned, as if strong acid was corroding his internal organs and muscles.He struggled to get up and go out to find food and water, but he couldn't move his body no matter what.During the violent struggle, his right calf fell off, and there was no bleeding, only sticky pus.

"Are you going to die?" His vocal cords were damaged and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only ask himself in his mind.

Suddenly, an unspeakable sense of fear welled up in his heart, almost suffocating him, and he yelled uncontrollably.This is derived from instinct. Any life is afraid of death, even the strongest people are no exception.

The cold and scorching heat spread everywhere, as if falling into an ice cave for a while, and falling into lava for a while, and you can feel the pain at any time.

Bottomless despair is eroding his soul and destroying his will.And in the deepest part of his heart, a cluster of small flames were stubbornly resisting, supporting his last sanity and protecting him from falling into complete madness.

"I am the Sword of the Void, Norses!"

Whenever he shouted this sentence in his heart, he could have the courage to resist pain and fear.This is his pride, his glory, which allows him to face death calmly.However, he didn't know how long he could last.Perhaps, when that moment actually came, he would still feel scared.He still clearly remembers that before the mallet was about to die, he hoarsely called out to his mother.The despair and fear of the last moment were written all over his swollen and pale face.

And the remaining bit of reason was telling him that even if he could go out now, it was useless.His body has been permanently scarred and it is impossible to recover.A wolf without fangs, an eagle without claws, has no meaning of existence.

He didn't know what he was insisting on.

Perhaps, it's time to rest.

The only regret at this moment is not being able to see her again.

Just like when the mallet is about to die, he will think of his mother. When he is about to die, he will think of her, the woman who once gave him all the warmth.

He groped subconsciously, found the insect flute hanging around his neck, put it in his mouth, and blew gently.

It was a silent flute, with only a slight sound, but it made him feel extremely at ease.All of a sudden, he seemed to be back in Tieshan Town, whispering to her on the large sofa, and rubbing each other's ears.

He couldn't help but imagine, if everything could be done all over again, would he still leave her?

At least at this moment, he can answer willfully: "No!"

He spent the last of his life, playing the insect flute, dreaming about miracles.

Travelers in the sand sea always say that God will favor those who persevere until the end, and the oasis in the desert is just ahead, and it will always appear inadvertently.

Then, a miracle really happened!
Suddenly, a high-pitched thud came from afar, like a burst of spring thunder, and the Nine Heavens Dragon chanted, and then there was a loud "boom", and the whole world shook.

In an instant, the gravel collapsed, the sea water boiled, and countless strands of sunlight shot in.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic figure appeared in the dazzling light, rushing over like a broken bamboo.Everything in front of her, under her shattering power, shattered like paper.A majestic air wave swept across the entire underground space, whizzing past my ears.In the next moment, she seemed to tear apart the void, and appeared directly in front of him, embracing his broken body in her arms.

At the same time, three figures soared into the sky, but she abruptly stopped them with a shout.

"Go away!" The earth-shattering, overwhelming roar of anger spread far away, as if the only voice between heaven and earth.

The three holy steps retreated thousands of meters at the same time, not daring to touch their edge.The enraged Dragon Transformer made the surrounding space turbulent, as if it would shatter at any moment.

In the next moment, air waves surged all over her body, and with a "fire", she parted the sea water, turned into a deep red meteor, and flew towards the north.

(End of this chapter)