Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 83 Messiah's Fear
Messiah looked at the charming little red dragon who was sleeping in front of her. Her eyelids were a bit heavy. There were a lot of things that happened that day. After late at night, Messiah was also a little sleepy. Her eyes seemed to be blurred. Got ghosting.

"Just sleep for a while, just a little while"

Messiah muttered to herself, then fell asleep on the red dragon's body with her eyes closed, and Messiah, who was physically and mentally exhausted, quickly fell asleep.

It's been a long time, maybe it's the warm body temperature of the red dragon beside her that gave Messiah enough sense of security, the girl who fell into a deep sleep soon entered the long-lost dreamland.

This is a rare dream, Messiah dreamed of the only warmth in her childhood, her mother, the paladin Hegwitt.

In Messiah's memory, her mother had light blue thin long hair, and when she accompanied her to tell stories in front of her bed before going to bed, that beautiful long hair would sometimes gently caress her cheeks. ,very warm.

Most of Messiah’s dreams are warm and ordinary things, such as the back view of her mother when she is cooking for herself, or the smiling face drawn with ketchup on the apple pie, and the mother under the dim light at night The side face when telling a story to herself while sewing clothes.

Little details of her childhood flashed through Messiah's mind. She was very smart and precocious, so she could remember the past events very clearly when she was a child.

When Messiah recalled this memory, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a childlike innocent and happy smile.

It was a wonderful time. At that time, his father had just become the Holy King of Daybreak Holy City. He was busy with official duties and had no time to take care of himself, so Messiah spent most of her childhood with her mother.

Although it had been nearly ten years, when Messiah recalled her mother, that gentle and beautiful face could still clearly emerge in her memory.

Messiah always thought her mother was the gentlest, kindest, and most beautiful woman in the world...if she hadn't come from hell.

The dream continued to develop, and Messiah's brows began to wrinkle, her body trembled slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth froze.

It was an evening in late spring, with bright flowers and birds returning to their nests. After praying in the church, Messiah returned home along the mountain path as usual. The purple campanulas in the mountains bloomed beautifully. , A string of stars is like the stars in the sky.She picked two of the most beautiful flowers and took them home as a present for her mother.

But when little Messiah returned home, she found that her mother, who usually cooks for herself in the kitchen, had disappeared.There is only one unfinished apple pie, half of which has a smiley face painted on it, and the other half of the smiley face is dyed red by bright red jam.

A feeling of uneasiness surged into the heart of little Messiah in an instant. She searched everywhere, and finally found her mother in a hidden valley at the foot of the Temple Mount. There was a vegetable garden here, and her mother would always be here when the season was right. Plant small pieces of fruit and vegetables.

Messiah frowned, with an expression of uncontrollable pain. She wanted to end this dream and wake up from it, but she was already deeply involved.

The father dressed in fine clothes stood in front of him expressionlessly, holding an ancient legendary scepter in his hand, and the mother, who was as gentle as water in the past, knelt at his father's feet and begged bitterly, tears dripping uncontrollably. Falling at my father's feet, wetting his fine clothes.

But Messiah's father, the supreme king on the Temple Mount, a descendant of Solomon, the King of Light, still resolutely hit the legendary weapon heavily on the mother's head. The sound came, and the bright red blood left like a stream from the top of the head, flowing through the gentle cheeks and the apron stained with a little oil and tomato sauce.

Messiah originally thought that she could forget these things. She has been trying to forget these things for so many years. Only now did she realize that the scene of her mother's tragic death was the same as the tenderness that Messiah cherished when she was a child. branded in the depths of his soul.

The two kinds of faces appeared alternately in Messiah's dream. Faster and faster, Messiah's body began to tremble, and cold sweat drenched her plain priest's robe.

The last thing that appeared in Messiah's dream was a face. The left half of the face smiled brightly and gently, and the right half of the face was a deformed and distorted face after being hit by a heavy object. Blood flowed through the hole. The pupils flowed over the face deformed by the pain, and then, drop by drop, fell into Messiah's heart.

Messiah's body was curled up, retching, and trembling. She stretched out her hand to touch the surroundings, but she could only touch a piece of nothingness. The huge body of the red dragon disappeared at some point, and there was only a coldness around.

Things continued to develop, and strange things flickered from Messiah's dream, the mother's distorted face of despair and pain, the father's indifferent expression, and my life changed that day.

The original high-spirited holy king, the controller of the temple, became a fanatical ascetic. He gave up the power in his hands and let them be divided and eaten by the group of wolves. He became extreme and unreasonable, using torture-like methods Come to practice, several years of practice have exhausted his energy, his gray hair is haggard, making him look like a skinny old man.

After that, his father seemed to have disappeared from Messiah's life. The only memory of his father was that he took him to the cemetery under the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre to pay homage to his mother, which is the exclusive tomb for the descendants of King Solomon. According to legend, the souls buried there will be redeemed and evolved and taken to the Seven Hills Heaven to enjoy eternal peace.

His mother was buried there, while his father died in that tomb.

That is, Solomon's curse, King Solomon's descendants will have disaster generals in their later years. After the dark age, none of the holy kings in the past ten thousand years can die well.

This is a curse engraved in the blood of the holy king. In the dark age, the holy king of the holy city used all the souls of himself and his descendants to make a deal with the evil god from an unknown area. Curses and unknowns inherited from generation to generation.

And that kind of ominousness was witnessed by the young Messiah. Her father, the father whom she hated, stood in front of her at that moment. Her thin body was like a high wall blocking all wind and rain.

"Funagurui, Mugurunafu, Cthulhu, Raliyah, Wagner. Fudagan"

"In the graveyard of the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulcher, dead Cthulhu waits like a dream"

Today, it came again.

　Thank you for the support of all book friends, and thank you Crimson Butterfly for your reward.Recently, the starting point has been strictly investigated, and the previous two chapters have been blocked. Amendments have been made and applications for unblocking are being applied.

　　Tired...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)