winter era

Chapter 175 The Dusty Story
What reappears in this dusty country is a story from 4 years ago.

The alleys of the imperial capital are full of poor people coming and going. Even though this is the darkest corner of the empire, the prestige of the imperial capital still makes it full of all kinds of people.People with ulterior motives and idlers who really have no way to survive often wander in this slum from time to time, hoping to find some way to eat and communicate so that they can live for a few more days.

This place can be said to be the darkest corner of the entire imperial capital, and no serious person would stay here for even a second.In the dark era of the three curses, the people staying here will be captured by the shadows almost immediately and turn into some messy monsters.It's just that in this tolerant world, they still walk freely in this dark slum without any worries or worries.There is never such a thing as the end of the world and death that could befall us at any moment.

This world is too tolerant.Tolerant enough to tolerate the vast majority of idiots and fools running rampant in this world.They don't worry about the aura on their bodies disappearing with the passage of time, and they don't have to think about what kind of spell their thinking will bring.I don't even worry about what kind of waves my thinking can produce.It's like beings in heaven one by one, thinking freely and living freely.Cursing and complaining about his heaven-like environment, expressing all kinds of dissatisfaction with his life, expressing how bad his life is, it is not even human-lived.

If this kind of life can be called a nightmare, then the world I live in now won't even appear in a nightmare, right?Rely on your own soul in exchange for existence, and use your own strength to fight for the space to live.If you are not careful, the aura on your body will be quickly consumed.When the spiritual light dissipates, that is the time to face the real three curses and face death.

"In the heaven of 4 years, the power of time is so great that people can recall the legendary voice no matter how many times. Even if they come to this dream again, they always hope to do something, otherwise they will feel Something is missing from the soul."

A white priest robe that was out of place in the dark age 4 years later is very popular in this world.The hooligans in the slums also showed serious expressions when they saw the white priest's robes. They bowed and retreated to both sides of the road, looking at the white priest's robes with envy.In that era, this priest's robe meant holiness and glory, a sanctity that no one could defile, and everything in the world would be attributed to its glory.

Except mage.

Looking at the gleaming minaret on the imperial palace hill in the distance in the dream, Li Lin had an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Except for those imperial mages who were originally high above the empire, only the imperial mages would dismiss the glory of the Holy Light. It was true 4 years ago, and it will be true 4 years from now.It may be the same in another 4 years.

With the passing of the world, the hatred of the original childhood has disappeared.He will not have the inexplicable hatred for the imperial mage as before.On the contrary, he now has even more terrifying thoughts about the power of the imperial mage.No one knows what kind of power the imperial mages who can maintain themselves in that chaotic world can have.

Li Lin has no interest in using his own life to prove the ability of the imperial mages to destroy the world.Even his own illogical immortality can play well in the hands of a mage.Among other things, the Tower of Babel, an infinite creation, and the Star of Dawn, which completely subverted the original foundation of the world and allowed the entire world to last for 2 years, are classic miracle creations that Li Lin couldn't even imagine.Don't talk about logic, it's something that would be ridiculous even if you think about it.

But it is a pity that what he has to face in this dream is the wreckage of those miracles.

"My heart is the shield, carrying all the confusing things in the world."

Under the strange gazes of people around, Li Lin grabbed the old classics on his waist and spread them out to recite the verses on them.

And the originally gray classics began to gradually rise to a pale golden streamer.The fine golden runes are like invisible armors forming a halo of runes around Li Lin, and he walks upright on the street under the awe-inspiring eyes of the people around him.

The damp smell of the underground in the air has almost dissipated, and the unique smell of decay in the living area has begun to linger around.The eyes also began to lose sight of the underground streets outside, and the realm of reality and illusion began to be blurred.Those human figures that were only hazy light and shadow began to quickly show colors and expressions.The greasy sweat on the faces of those gangsters who stepped aside and the pimples caused by poor eating habits were clearly visible in Li Lin's pupils.

Now it can no longer be called a relic or a dream, but the real dream that was destroyed by Chaos I, the king of chaos, 4 years ago.He dragged this world directly from the kingdom of heaven to the region, and cursed the entire multiverse with his own power, returning the world to the state of chaos, and making people struggle to survive inside.

What Li Lin has to do now is to find the projection of the King of Chaos in this dream.Then fight him, and finally try to kill him.Otherwise, the secrets hidden behind this dusty kingdom will never be reappeared.

"Anyway, I'm already tired of living, and I won't let myself go if I don't take advantage of the excitement now."

Li Lin lowered his head and muttered, brushing the white priest's robe with his rough palm.

The tattered robe that looked tattered in his palm suddenly took on a new look as if it had encountered magic.The entire robe has become an extravagant gesture.There is a dark red gemstone inlaid above the hood, the light golden edge and the cross woven with fine gold and mithril on the back form a giant rune covering the entire robe.

Regardless of the secret marks woven and written on the sleeve robe, just the cross script on his back alone can bring him a full level of defense at the level of the Holy Light Cathedral and at the same time a level of seraphim. Purification ability.

After all, this thing was the crystallization of countless years of painstaking efforts of His Majesty the 23rd Pope.

But not enough.

This level is not enough to face that illogical existence.

Li Lin was walking in the slums in that luxurious robe, tearing off the silver cross hanging from his neck.

Under the timid eyes of the children around, the pale silver cross turned into a pool of silver liquid like flowing water, gradually condensed and extended in Li Lin's palm, forming an elegant long knife as exquisite as moonlight.

This water moon long knife can easily cut those low-level non-conceptual objects into two halves, and it can also cause considerable damage to high-level elements such as holy light or time and space.As a mythical weapon, his extension is Baimian's Shuiyue long knife.Those long knives that look like quicksilver are replicas of this mythical weapon.

"My heart is like fire, burning away all false illusions in the world."

Courage blazed on the long knife of the water moon, casting a platinum wall of flame around the world.

The surrounding residents who watched the excitement made actions in line with their identities, screamed and scrambled away from the alley.A few devout believers of the Holy Light knelt down in front of Li Lin with fanaticism, and chanted the name of the Holy Light loudly.Even if it was the belief in the dream, the power of piousness still made the platinum flame on the Shuiyue long knife more and more hot.

Even the sun in the sky seemed to be dormant under this radiant brilliance, and a pale golden aura gradually rose from the back of Li Lin's head.Warm and warm like the morning sun, streaks of light golden powder splashed down the back of his head.The place where the footprints stepped turned into a golden road at that moment, and the traces he walked even condensed layers of white light, which made the sick people around them disappear and look brand new.

Just like the mysterious angels recorded in the poems, the faces under the hood gradually distorted and assimilated into a black shadow of nothingness.The holy light shining behind him was condensed into substance under the pure will, and the entity of the holy light scattered like a sharp knife floated behind Li Lin's head, bringing seemingly endless power to this saint walking in the world.In the palm of his hand is the holy sword of extinction, on which a flame representing the virtues of the world is burning. The angel of death walks on the ground, and the places he passes through are all holy places.Ordinary people can cure all diseases by seeing it, and even kissing footprints can prolong life for a hundred years.

'But it's not enough! '

Li Lin's other free hand grabbed the heavy classics again.

Inexplicable runes were chanted under the shadowy face, and the white-golden light gradually shone in the scriptures, making the seemingly decayed scriptures transparent and blurred, flowing into Li Lin's body like a liquid.

The moment the platinum liquid flowed in, the golden light shining behind it transformed into a mass of platinum holy light.The faint sound of chanting and singing began to come out from the heaven in the back of the head, turning the surrounding world into a pure white.The ground that was originally paved with bluestone slabs was more like it was made of jade, with a layer of warm luster.

The residents in the dream stared wide-eyed at the scene of the coming of the kingdom of heaven, opened their mouths slightly, and subconsciously chanted the name of the holy light.Platinum light dust fell behind Li Lin, and the color like stars dragged everyone present into a long-lasting scroll.It seems that everyone has come to the battlefield of the heaven, and is about to follow the descending angel to an unknown Jedi, to meet their final doomsday.

"Holy Light..."

The eyes of the people gradually became confused, and they all carried wooden poles and bamboo sticks, and followed the descending angel in coarse clothes.The child leads the old man, the woman leads the man, like a pilgrimage army following behind him.Even in tatters, under the singing of hymns, those wooden poles and civilian clothes seemed to have turned into magic soldiers and steel armor.

These pious people fanatically followed behind Li Lin, letting the platinum light glorify themselves.The hymns he sang and sang in turn glorified Li Lin who was walking forward.The overlapping sanctuaries formed a platinum-gold team, the flying rags turned into white holy shrouds, and the dirt on the body was transformed into overflowing god dust.These pious or coerced believers followed Li Lin mechanically, carrying white auspicious clouds and launching an unnamed march to the deepest part of the dusty ancient capital.

It doesn't matter where the destination is, what matters is faith and glory.These glorious people exude white brilliance, and under the horrified eyes of those unintentional, they ran rampant in this mage's kingdom, and launched a decisive impact on the center of the world.

There was no sign of any beginning, just a robber broke into the dream.The gangster named Li Lin led a group of ragged country bumpkins forward slowly under the surprised eyes of the nobles and mages.Like a long white arrow penetrating the entire city, it pierced straight into the center of the city.The white auspicious clouds are like real light, rendering the city into a pure white light like Heavenly Mountain.

"This is the glory of the kingdom of heaven!"

The fanatics shouted loudly, wearing white or gray robes, waving bamboo poles or cloth strips in their hands, running around the city to tell each other.They believe that the promised day recorded in the scriptures has come today.The people on the ground and the sky complement each other, and the chants resounding through the sky are condensed into countless pale golden rune pages, which are constantly floating in the sky.

It was a light rain for the salvation of the capital, which caused countless old people who felt guilty to shed tears of excitement.The young men of the Knights clenched their fists with excitement and waved them towards the sky, cheering that the kingdom of heaven is coming.

but……

"Noisy."

Suddenly, a man's indifferent voice came out from everyone's hearts.

An unspeakable fear quickly swept through the entire Shengbai team, causing the fanatics to stop in horror.

Li Lin, who was standing at the front of the line, raised his head and looked at the black-robed man standing in front of him.The old heart that had passed 4 years began beating uncontrollably and violently because of the excessive stimulation.

It was an old young man.

A face that was supposed to be full of vigor turned into a strange pale white for some unknown reason.He has dark circles under his eyes like an ordinary person who has stayed up for several nights in a row.The withered palm rested on the black wooden staff, and knocked on the wood knob on the wooden staff with some dissatisfaction.A black robe completely wrapped up his thin body, and those eye-catching gray-black pupils were full of impatience that had disturbed his good mood.

It was such a sick young man who seemed likely to be blown down by the wind at any time stopped in front of Li Lin Shengbai's march.He obviously couldn't feel any supernatural power on him, and obviously didn't have any power, but he stared at his gray-black eyes with dissatisfaction, knocked on his crutch irritably, and issued a yell to the team of nearly ten thousand people. voice of dissatisfaction.

"You people are really noisy."

(End of this chapter)