winter era

Chapter 167 No.40 Thousand Years
The black drizzle seems to have forgotten how to stop, and it keeps falling on this eroded land.

For centuries, thousands of years, it has been landing here, like someone's sigh, endlessly landing on this black land.Calm and eternal is like the world covered by the three curses.

Without any logic, it persists.

How long it has been raining in this place, even the oldest old man who lives in this place is not clear.The glorious people with a lifespan of one and a half thousand years can't tell how long the black rain has been falling in this place.In his memory, his grandfather was already like this when he came here.And the same goes for his grandpa's grandpa.

There is no trouble from the three major curses here, and there will be no chaos creatures to attack.Even the tentacles of the evil gods spreading across the sky seem to have never existed under this black sky.In this chaotic world, this black land is as fascinating as the legendary Utopia.Even those lofty mages and radiant knights sometimes set their sights on this pitch-black soil, hoping to turn it into a good holy city.

But it is a pity that no matter what method is used, the black rain inside cannot stop it even once.The black clouds and fine rain not only resisted the curse of chaos outside, but also isolated the gifts of the gods from the world.

The mage lost the brilliance of magic here.Here the knight loses all courage.Any magical abilities and spells have no effect in this place.Even the power of the gods would be crushed silently in the black drizzle.There are even rumors that an adult who was close to a sage came here and couldn't use even the slightest bit of power.

On this black land, only the black rain can fall as usual.Even a giant dragon can only bypass this small land.Except for the small town that was established in an unknown age, there is nothing here.And even in that small town standing in the rain, the characters living there have long since lost the power brought by chaos.Children born here can only live for a hundred years at most, so this place is simply a more terrifying place to die than outside.

The name here is Heishuiling, the name of that town is Heishui Town, and the people here are called Heishuimin.Only those who have committed heinous crimes that are extremely unforgivable, even death is forgiven, can survive in this black water.

The black drizzle blocked all miracles, and all evils could only disappear while waiting.

But today, Heishuiling ushered in a new guest.

"Oh? Is this the black water leader who abandoned all hope?"

The man with black hair and red eyes stepped out of the narrow compartment, squinting his eyes and looking at the chaotic scenery in front of him.

Around the man, dozens of jet-black umbrella flowers bloomed silently in the black drizzle, completely covering the man in the jet-black formal suit.Don't let the black rain of blasphemy leak even a little bit on his body.

The numb townspeople in Heishui Town couldn't help showing a look of shock in their eyes when they looked at the man in black.No one has ever been able to put on such a big show in this black water town. Even the lord of this town, the Lord Lich who has been dead for almost 4000 years, is completely unwilling to set foot here even a single step.

Because this is not a place where people can stay.

It would rather go outside to face the erosion of the three curses than face this weird place for even a second.

But now, this place that has completely given up hope has ushered in a seemingly very distinguished guest.Looking at the barbarians in uniform and the well-trained standard equipment around him, you can tell that he came prepared.

The purpose of choosing strong barbarians to come to this lost place is to reduce the suppression of the black rain to the lowest point. Only barbarians can maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness in the black rain.Because they only rely on their own flesh, not breath or magic, aura and other things.This is the misfortune of the barbarians, but it is their great fortune here.

The criminals looked at the young master with a sharp gleam in their muddy eyes.Although they were imprisoned here, their experience and vision over the years have not changed at all.With their many years of experience, it can be seen that the mechanical crossbow and spring sword blades carried by this group of people are specially prepared for the black water collar.Otherwise, whoever uses this equipment outside will be an idiot.No one will use any purely mechanical tools to assist them, except for some special purposes.

And this young master brought dozens of barbarians all in mechanical equipment. If he said he was unprepared, he wouldn't believe it.These criminals held up black umbrellas and looked at the gentle noble young master from the town, with an inexplicable brilliance in their eyes.

"This place really smells like criminals... I don't know what good things can be found here."

On the fair face that was obviously pampered, there appeared a few subtle wrinkles that represented displeasure.

If it weren't for that legend and someone's news, he wouldn't have set foot here even if he killed this young master.But the legend and possibility that that person said really made this young master feel his heart throbbing.If that was true, he might be able to step into the ranks of the youngest great wizards in one fell swoop, and he might even directly reach the ranks of quasi-sages, hitting the top ten in the world's learning records.

A great wizard who is only 24 years old, he will be a distinguished 'Lord Ross', not 'Little Rose' or 'Master Ross'.As an aspiring mage, he still likes to have everything in the palm of his hand.

So he turned and looked at his compartment, frowning.

"Mr. Pastor, are you sure that this is Blackwater Town? But I don't feel anything that can be called a legacy. Are you sure your source of information is absolutely correct? Or did the passage of time make you remember the wrong location? Although it is said that you are the undead king who has survived since the fourth millennium, I believe that you should understand the power of time."

The darkness of the carriage slowly squirmed, and following the young master's somewhat annoyed voice, a frightening white hand stretched out from the carriage and put it on the door frame.The golden cross carved on the white priest's robe has long since lost the brilliance of God.

The once powerful is just a fleeting cloud in the face of time, and the owner of this robe deeply understands this.

"Anyway, I'm an old man, so be a little more tolerant to the old man?"

A young man wearing a white priest's robe squeezed out from the dark carriage.That's right, squeeze out.As if even the darkness itself was repelling him, let him roll out of the car.This guy who looked like a pastor had a dirty smile on his face, holding a classic that looked quite old, and said to the young man with a smile.

"The Holy Light Sect has been destroyed for almost [-] years, so it's normal to be unable to remember things so long ago. It's better to say that it's hard for an old man like me to still remember that lord's treasure, isn't it? Relax Be careful, you can live long like this."

Wearing a gray-looking cross around his neck, the pale priest patted the young master on the back with a smile on his face.He didn't notice that the eldest young master was about to explode with anger. Instead, he calmly walked out of the range covered by the umbrella, raised his head and looked at the continuous black drizzle.There was a look of nostalgia on the face that looked about the same age as the young man.It's like paying homage to some ancient existence.

"All supernatural power is forbidden here, all unnatural power is forbidden. Only the original things of this world can pass here. Naked, original, restore everything to the original state of this world. We used to be so fragile That's what the land has been telling us. And the black rain in the sky is telling us."

Taking a deep breath of the decadent atmosphere contained here, a very strange smile appeared on the face of the priest in white robes.The young master shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably at the message that was conveyed by the old man as if thousands of years ago.

Li Lin, this is the pastor's name.

How long he lived no one knows.The first confirmed witnessing record was recorded in the fourth millennium, when someone claimed that this immortal priest appeared in the tide of chaos and was torn apart by countless monsters, but he kept smiling and bathed in his own blood. Blood entered the line of refugees and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Dressed in the pastor's robe of the ancient Holy Light sect, an old classic, a mocking face that seems to never age, and a soul twisted to the limit like a devil, these unnatural things are combined together to become the immortal god stick Li Lin .

No matter how you kill it, you can't kill it, and no matter how you seal it, you can escape.My mind is full of ancient secrets, and my mind keeps ancient legends.I don't know how many people have obtained shocking wealth under the guidance of this magic stick, and I don't know how many people have become crazy under the power of this magic stick.But he has always been like that, walking in this world with a smile that no one knows the meaning of, spreading wonderful thoughts and actions.The undead who has been walking in this world for nearly 36 thousand years, Li Lin, the god stick in troubled times, suddenly found this young man and told him a treasure that was sealed long ago.

"That treasure can even make the sages of this world kneel down and surrender in front of you. The power contained in it will even tremble with fear. Even the aftermath of that fear will cause the blackwater collar to reject everything. Terrible domain. That treasure is the legendary country of Huaxu, the sanctuary of chaos, the land promised by Master Ross. The ideal shore, Utopia."

(End of this chapter)