The world in the box

The deadly plague is still alive.

In the 4660th year of the God's descent, a strange plague broke out in the Wall of Blessing.

The infected will not die in a short time, but will continue to live in pain.

This plague is the power of a Titled Magician, and only a Titled Magician can fight against a Titled Magician.

And in the entire Wall of Blessing, only the Saint trapped in the Wall of Blessing is at the Titled Magician level.

Therefore, rumors gradually spread from Alley Zero.

It is rumored that only Saint Fuyao can resolve this magic plague by exchanging her life and performing divine arts.

In order to be freed from pain and for their own sake, the people spontaneously gathered outside the wall of protection where Saint Fuyao was.

They sang elegy outside the wall of protection, praising the greatness of the Saint and her past dedication.

As the pain penetrated into their bones, the people's praise gradually turned into pleading.

"Holy and merciful Saint, please have mercy on us again!"

"Save us, have mercy on us."

"Great Saint, you will be great again."

"We will follow the light you follow as always."

Before this, they were still spitting on the god that Saint Fuyao believed in.

However, at this moment, after learning that Saint Fuyao could save them, they seemed to have changed their faces and picked up their faith again.

"People, what do you believe in?"

Seeing this scene, the tiredness in the ashes' eyes deepened a lot.

Ashes, who had been following the light all his life and doing his best for the world, realized after this incident that he had never understood the so-called light and what the so-called faith was.

"What is faith?"

Perhaps only the saint who was closest to the gods could answer his question.

Thinking of this, Ashes looked at the magnificent wall of blessing.

At this moment, Ashes saw a woman in black, passing through the crowd, and entering the wall of blessing in full view of everyone.

"The temple traitor Jian, why did she enter the wall of blessing?"

...

After five hundred years, Jian entered the wall of blessing again.

What he saw was still the golden light that Jian hated the most.

She hated all bright colors, all colors related to light.

Because, in my heart.

Light represents the existence in the sky.

So Jian hated the saint Fuyao.

He hated Fuyao's high-handed, holy and pious look even more.

Every time she saw Fuyao, Jian had the idea of ​​dragging her down into the mire.

Jian really wanted to see the saint who was high above, covered in mud and unkempt.

"I think I'll see it soon."

"That should be a very interesting scene."

Thinking of this, Jian's steps became faster.

Along with the sound of Jian's footsteps, she heard waves ringing in her ears.

The sound of the waves was getting louder and louder, as if it was going to drown the whole world.

This was the sound of the sea of ​​destiny surging.

According to legend, before the era of the gods, before the magic civilization.

There was another civilization in the world of Cecil, a civilization of giants.

Because that civilization had sinned against the gods, it was submerged by the flood sent down by the gods.

And the sea of ​​destiny that was about to surge up would also submerge the whole world.

This time, it was not the gods who brought down the divine punishment.

It was her, Jian.

Jian was very happy. Even if she had no great power, she could still create miracles.

However, if Jian wants to stir up the sea of ​​destiny and drown the world, she needs someone to help her.

And that person is inside the wall of protection, not far from Jian.

Under the golden light, in the golden ripples.

Saint Fuyao is still sitting quietly under the golden light, just like when Jian first saw her.

Saint Fuyao's long red hair falls in the golden light, and her white face is pious.

In front of Saint Fuyao, there is a statue made of golden light.

"You actually sit here, motionless, kneeling to this golden light for five hundred years."

Jian is really puzzled. She can't believe that there are really people in this world who sit for five hundred years for the so-called faith.

That's five hundred years.

"Why are you here?" Hearing Jian's voice, Fuyao opened her eyes. I don't know when, her pupils were stained with a layer of gold.

She is majestic without anger, full of majesty and divinity.

"I came here to free you." Jian noticed the change in Fuyao, and her disgust increased even more.

"I have never been trapped, so how can I be freed?" Fuyao said expressionlessly.

"You are imprisoned by your beliefs. Haven't you realized that you have never been free in your life?" Jian said angrily.

"I said that everything I did was because I wanted to do it. You don't have to persuade me anymore." Fuyao's voice still did not have any emotional fluctuations.

Fuyao now seemed like a statue without emotions.

"You want to do it because He wants you to do it." Jian laughed.

As he spoke, Jian approached Fuyao and looked directly into her golden eyes: "Don't you realize that doing things for Him will not end well?"

"Before you and me, how many of those saints had a good end?"

"Saint Ling died alone, Saint Freya turned into a gate to another world, and Saint Nightingale lost herself and wandered in the ruins for a thousand years.

Wake up, as a chess piece, you can only let others manipulate you, and there will be no good end."

Jian roared for a long time, trying to persuade Fuyao, but Fuyao was not moved by it.

Seeing this, Jian stopped persuading Fuyao and cast magic instead.

Fuyao saw that this was the magic of the mermaid.

A few hundred years ago, Fuyao had seen it in the Starry Sea.

At that time, there was a person standing in front of her, the person she wanted to follow all her life - the great magician Lin Lei.

Fuyao did not fight back, because this was a magic without destructive power.

This is an auxiliary magic, and its only function is to amplify the sound.

As the mermaid magic was released, the voices of those infected outside the wall of blessing gradually resounded inside the wall of blessing.

It reached Fuyao's ears.

"What is this?... The voice of the world's prayers."

Those voices became clearer and clearer. Fuyao heard the world's people praying to her, praying for her to save them.

"Please save us, Saint!"

These prayers sounded so earnest and so moving.

However, gradually, these prayers gradually merged into one sentence:

"Please die, Saint."

"Please die, Saint."

"Please die, Saint."

They were begging her to die.

Fuyao could not help but be stunned.

Five hundred years ago, she became the wall of blessing at the cost of being trapped, and blessed the Cecil civilization for five hundred years.

At that time, she was willing and did not ask for anything in return, just for the light in her heart, for her master, and for Him in heaven.

But she never thought that the sacrifice she made back then would now be exchanged for a sentence "Please die, Saint."

At a certain moment, Fuyao was very sad.

However, she was kind by nature and decided to sacrifice herself again to save the world from suffering.

"There are so many sufferings in the world. In this case, let me save you from this suffering."

After speaking, Fuyao performed the magic again.

Countless golden lights gathered on her, and the suffering of the world gradually shifted to her.

Fuyao endured the pain of the infected.

"Pain."

"Very painful."

Even though she had taken a dragon blood bath and her body was strong, she could not bear the severe pain of being torn apart.

Cold sweat broke out on Fuyao's forehead, and her consciousness began to blur.

In a trance, Fuyao seemed to see her master Lin Lei.

I saw the existence above the nine heavens, standing in the sun, smiling at her.

People say that before a person dies, he will see the person he wants to see the most.

"I didn't expect that seeing you again would be like this."

"Goodbye."

Fuyao began to close her eyes, quietly waiting for death to come.

However, just as death was about to come, Fuyao suddenly regretted it.

"If I die, I will never see you again."

"I really don't want that kind of thing."

At the moment when this thought came up, the saint who was determined to die for the world suddenly opened her eyes that should have been closed.

She suddenly didn't want to die.