winter era

Chapter 126 Holy Night

Demogorgon had actually been watching the house for a long time.

For this uninvited guest, Demogagan naturally maintained a certain vigilance.

Now the Holy Night's action has reached its peak, and individual heroism and magicism have spread everywhere in this royal capital.A group of young people carry the sacred weapons brought by their ancestors or elders and patrol the capital every day in groups.

The most troublesome thing in this world is undoubtedly the group of young people.They seem to have endless energy to face what they like, and even the veterans will be amazed by the burst of action.Every night, this group of young people will use their eyes to catch every heretic or heretic who looks very suspicious, trying to tie them up and burn them to death.

His Majesty, of course, likes to hear about such things, and the guy with the iron mask would like all the entertainment in this world to disappear.This group of jihadists was still young, and he was naturally happy to see them.Even the gods are amazed by the power that young people can burst out after the baptism of time.Thinking of this, His Majesty the emperor turned a blind eye to the obvious illegal behavior of those young people, and even secretly funded some supplies to help them.

It is naturally impossible for mages to suffer any losses in this wave.If even a mage has any problems in this farce, the court mages around the emperor will not hesitate to cut off the head of the emperor to appease the anger of the imperial mage group.Then it became obvious who was going to be unlucky next.His Majesty the emperor has been upset for a long time that he has a group of people who only know how to eat, drink, have fun and don't think about making progress.If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to burn the flames of the jihad on those entertainers, he would be a shame for the majesty of the iron-faced emperor.

Unfortunately, such things as sculpture are also included in the scope of entertainment.If you want to understand a person's spirit and connotation for sculpture, you must dig out your own inspiration and replace it.When the world was not toxic a hundred years ago, art was purely pleasing to the eye.But after the mages opened the gates of demons, art took on a weird toxicity.

Sculptors are no longer pure sculptors, the things they sculpt already have souls.Some people even used their lives to guarantee that some sculptures are absolutely alive. They saw with their own eyes how the statues walked down from the stone pillars and talked to people.Master sculptors like Di Mogaogen are naturally listed as the key objects of care, and grasping the typical ones is to beat them to death.That's why Demo Gogan, a relatively powerful master sculptor, came to live with his servants in this unshitty place.

But the news of his coming here was only heard among a small number of artists, which proves that the people outside the door are indeed one of the artists.Although I feel at ease that my servants don't want to disturb my carefulness, art still doesn't need those boring comforts.So the old man decided to directly receive the young man who looked rather inauspicious.After all, everyone is an artist, an existence that everyone shouts and beats in the real world.Being able to exchange ideas about each other is clearly enough of a lure.Not everyone can endure that kind of boundless loneliness, at least he is not the kind of tough fighter.

"I am the sculptor Demogorgon, are you?" A dim yellow oil lamp was lit, and the dim halo spread throughout the courtyard.Demogorgon stared straight at the young man in front of him with his dry but intimidating green eyes.

The man in black robe in front of him was not very old, and his face was fairly passable covered with dark lines.The exposed skin was as pale as a plaster cast, without any human breath.The palm of his hand was as dry and chapped as a dead tree branch, without any blood in it.Rather than saying it is a young man, it is better to say it is an old man who is dying.

"You can call me Mengsk. Oil painter Mengsk." The man in front of him nodded proudly.

"Recently, I can often feel the wailing coming from my head. He has given me endless inspiration and ideas. But because of the limitation of space, I have no way to convey that thought well. That kind of frenzy and despair The true colors cannot be expressed by simple oil paintings, but more advanced forms and methods are required. The subject matter has limitations."

"This kind of words are not something that can be said by someone who has spied into the abyss..." Demogorgen shrugged unknowingly, with a rebellious expression on his face full of scars, and the corners of his mouth twitched. A pitch black cigarette.

"Ah, let's be honest, brat." Exhaling a long puff of smoke, Dimogagan looked at the condensed white smoke around him, and then quietly stared at the smiling young man in front of him. "I can feel the darkness surging in your body. I don't know what kind of artistic flowers your thoughts can bloom. It's something that can only appear in nightmares. If art is a little bit of dark reverie in people's minds If you don't, then your mind is definitely a living hell."

Definitely, as naturally as confirming one's own existence.Demogorgon used a very excessive attitude to make the most vicious evaluation of his colleagues whom he met for the first time.The look of lashing out made the servant next to him widen his eyes in surprise.He had never seen such a fierce look on the sculptor.In my memory, I didn't even have any similar scenes. What I had was only the indifference and indifference that I have always had, and I have never seen such a fierce and anxious look.This rush and frantic feeling is almost like...fearing something.It's like being afraid of something that will completely swallow his existence and will.

The attendant looked incredulously at the speechless old man with his beard shaking, his eyes were full of disbelief.That old man who has always faced everything in the world with a fearless attitude in his impression is actually afraid now?
Yes, being afraid.Just like children are afraid of the dark, adults are afraid of not being able to support their families.It's like something that everyone hates instinctively.If the waiter himself can feel the despair and darkness, then as a sculptor, Demogogan is even more aware of all this?Maybe he had already expected something.

"Use ugliness to be beautiful, and evil to be good. Your cognition and senses have completely separated from human beings, right? Indulging in the darkness, devouring everything like being bathed in sunlight. Is your soul still intact? You Do you still have desires? Are you still a human being? Can you answer my questions without hesitation? Do you still have your own obsessions and implement them?"

"Your soul is no longer your own. You no longer have a will of your own. Just a puppet, a hell. You walk in the world just to spread fear and despair. You don't create any value, just pure It’s just darkness. Because it’s too pure, it’s not impossible for someone to mistake it for light. Rather than saying you’re an artist, you’re more like a world. What’s completely distorted, what’s without light, has collapsed world."

"I think you may have some wrong perceptions about me." The young man in the black robe smiled nonchalantly, showing his kindness to the old man who was vigilantly wrapping himself up like a hedgehog in front of him. .

"I have a very clear understanding of whether I am a human being or not. I think, therefore I am, my image is human, my soul is human, and my way of thinking is human, so of course I am human. As for Desires and obsessions, people will have desires and obsessions when they live in this world. How could I not have them, isn't it too weird to say so?"

"Really?" The old man blew on his beard and sneered.

"That's not the answer from the shadows around you. They have been shouting for blood and despair."

"...So? What's your answer?" Still with a perfect smile on his face, the young man narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sculptor in front of him.An unnatural cold breath made the servant subconsciously take two steps back, wanting to turn around and escape from here.

"Come in." His sharp eyes dimmed, he stooped up and picked up the kerosene lamp beside him.

"A completely collapsed and destroyed world is right in front of me. Is there anything that can stimulate people's desire for creation more than this? No. Maybe the most peak moment of my life will be in front of my eyes. How could I refuse? What about this requirement? Don’t underestimate an artist’s pursuit of self-fulfillment, black brat.”

"Then, even if what greets you is endless death, don't you regret it?"

The old man froze when he heard this question, and looked back at the 'artist' in black robe strangely.

"Do you know that your adjectives are very strange? Death is just a moment, even if there are many overlapping deaths, it is just a moment. But I can feel that what you are talking about is not that superficial thing, but some kind of deeper communication. so……"

'You can go home now. 'The old man said to the young man next to him who almost passed out, holding the oil lamp.The freckled servant had a grateful expression on his face as if he had been pardoned.After bowing to the old man in front of him, he picked up a few silver coins next to him and crawled out of this increasingly eerie courtyard until the darkness engulfed the courtyard.

"You are really a compassionate person."

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, the man in the black robe looked at the old man with a stooped back beside him and said with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you worried that I will kill people for the greatest safety in the future?"

"Isn't that what you do now?"

The old sculptor shrugged.

Once you are convinced of the news of your own death, there is nothing to care about.Then it is a person who can save a person, not to mention that he is the only young man he knows.

Young is so good.

Feeling the passing of his own life, Demogorgen sighed and closed his eyes.

　The third update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)