Red Moon Returns

Only after entering Nofland did Lynch realize that many of his previous ideas were wrong.

In his imagination, it was a desperate period when the gods fell. The Dark Ages of the Third Epoch should be similar to the Savage Ages of the Second Epoch. It was savage, dark, bloody, chaotic, with cultists rampant, and the broken bodies and flesh sacrificed by the evil gods could be seen everywhere. Mysterious creatures hunted creatures everywhere, and there was no order in the world.

However, after witnessing the cities of the Third Epoch with his own eyes, Lynch finally realized that the Third Epoch was not as exaggerated as he had imagined.

The Savage Age might have been like that, but by the Third Epoch, order had been roughly formed. Although it was still struggling to survive under the mysterious threat, it had begun to transition from chaos to order.

The urban environment here is a bit like the Middle Ages without religious authority.

Although the buildings are rough and simple, although the streets are full of feces and the smell is touching, although people's skin is dark, short and thin, and although people and animals live together and there are livestock everywhere...

Lynch was about to kick a chicken that was blocking his way, but the murderous aura around him made him choose to take a detour. After all, this thing is sometimes more dangerous than the evil gods.

In short, there are kingdoms, city-states, systematic laws and professional soldiers here. It is hard to imagine that this is the darkest moment before the dawn before the gods revived and rebuilt order. Is it the reconstruction of order that led to the resurrection of the gods, or is it the resurrection of the gods that gave birth to order, neighbor, can you explain it clearly?

[Yes, but you can't. ]

‘Huh? ’

[It is a disaster for mortals to try to understand these, Lynch, you are still a human soul and will, don't be arrogant, it will lead you to destruction. This is not what you call alarmist, but a lesson accumulated from countless examples over thousands of years. ]

‘Is this also considered taboo knowledge? ’

[What do you think, Lynch, you are discussing the most core taboo knowledge of the origin of gods with a god, which is not something that mortals' fragile minds can bear, as long as you are still a mortal. If a god wants to destroy a mortal, he doesn't need to actually attack him. It is enough to spread the taboo knowledge at will and stuff it into the cognition of mortals at will. ]

‘Hiss, that Lord of Millions of Lights…’

[So he is an evil god because he does not distinguish whether the knowledge can be accepted by humans. The real gods will not be so generous, because listening to everything will only harm you. You are in a very dangerous state now. ]

‘So you suddenly answered so many questions? What is the danger? ’

[You are trying to think about and understand the forbidden knowledge. This is the source of danger. Don’t do this. If you can’t think of the answer, you will become more and more obsessed and eventually fall into madness and despair. If you think of the answer… Believe me, you will miss the madness and despair before. ]

‘Aren’t there many theologians in the world? I thought these questions were harmless. ’

[That’s because you only see the remaining theologians who have not explored the forbidden knowledge, and… Why do you think they are all normal? ]

‘Tsk, okay, I understand. I try not to think about such questions. I hope I won’t be like the white polar bear and can never be driven out of my mind again. I don’t want to become like that madman over there. '

"Novoland is on the verge of destruction, the undead disaster is about to come, and each of you will die. Wake up, foolish creatures, believe in the Lord, worship the Lord, and the Lord will keep you away from pain!"

The speaker was Judy, who was translating the words of a crazy old man not far away.

It was an old man with dirty and messy hair and beard, ragged and stained clothes, standing on a grain pile in the city center and shouting, while the citizens coming and going below were too lazy to even look at him. Only a few naughty children surrounded him and laughed, throwing garbage on the grain pile from time to time.

"Hiss, it's not possible that I just met a theologian when I thought of him, right? No, this should be a prophet. He actually knew that the ghouls were coming. Which god is he talking about?"

"There are no gods in this era. He should be a believer of an old ruler." Judy, who rarely returned to normal, explained, "It should be a ruler related to prophecy or time, but it's hard to tell who it is."

Lynch muttered thoughtfully, "Is it such a coincidence? I just thought of the Lord of Billions of Glory."

"Have you forgotten that there are no coincidences in the mysterious world? All seemingly coincidental phenomena may be signs, including the inexplicable association you said with that evil god." Officer Natalie said seriously, "Why don't you go and ask?"

"No need for now. Judging from the behavior of the people around him, this person should be going crazy here every day. If you really need him, you can come back tomorrow."

He won't die tonight, he added with self-mockery in his heart, and took the three ladies around the barn and the naughty child.

This place is called a city, but it is about the same size and layout as the rural towns in Lynch's previous life. The city center is a large open space, where all the grains from various households are gathered to dry. There is also a public mill next to it. It must be very crowded during the harvest season. However, the harvest season here is in June. Now it is just May, and there are only a few piles of last year's wheat straw in the square.

But there are still many people. There is a circle of simple shops around the square. It can be regarded as the earliest city center. Near the evening, there are people everywhere going home. The square is quite lively.

To be exact, it is too lively.

A burst of screams and cries came from the roadside, and immediately a group of idle people gathered around and pointed.

She was a woman in her thirties, fairer than the others, thinner, and looked like an educated woman.

But her behavior was not like that at all. She was grabbing a dirty little boy of seven or eight years old, swinging her arm and slapping him several times, causing blood to flow from the corner of the boy's mouth. But she didn't stop, kicked the boy over with her leg, stepped on his chest and snatched a bag from his hand, and then kicked the boy in the stomach, causing the boy to shrink like a shrimp, then stopped and opened the bag to take a look, and then turned around angrily and was about to leave.

However, when she turned around, she saw four strangers standing behind her.

" # ! #@￥" The woman's eyes widened and she roared fiercely.

"Why are you blocking the road? Are you in the same group with that kid? If not, get out of here."

"No, no, I was shocked to see how skilled she was in dealing with the naughty kids. I want to learn her technique. There are many dead kids near my home. Maybe I can use them when I go back."

Whether in the game of the previous life or in the King's District, the naughty kids have become Lynch's concern. He was impressed by the woman's heroic appearance at first sight and stopped subconsciously. But since he had already started a conversation, Lynch planned to take the opportunity to get information.

After hearing Judy's translation, the woman's expression relaxed and she looked up and down at the four people: "You don't look like thieves. Are you from outside?"

"Foreigners, here to buy food." Lynch said with a smile, "My name is Lynch Leviev, what's your name, ma'am?"

"Stephen, Stephen Swain."

Hmm?

Lynch's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the plain silver ring on the other's middle finger.