"Luo Yang will fight back after he has gathered the power of the bloodline. If you can really break the 'binding of the gods', I don't mind getting help from those idle guys on the mountain." The elegant woman remained in a side-lying position floating in front of LAN, but the distance between her fingertips did not shorten or lengthen because of LAN's flyby.
"Lilith, as one of the ancient deities, you should not be pushed out to such a small plane, should you? "!" "LAN said in distress, getting rid of two little gods and then bringing in a big one. To be honest, he really hated dealing with these gods. Not only was he moody, but what was even more troublesome was that even if he didn't like them, he couldn't really kill them, let alone not be able to kill them.
"Little LAN, they care about you!" The woman changed her position and clung to LAN, casually fiddling with his short hair, "She's really looking forward to you being her companion!" The coquettish voice and tone made LAN tremble involuntarily.
"I really can't tell." LAN said with a hint of resentment, "If you really want to help, just change the 'divine bondage' and save me the trouble of breaking it."
"Well, that's no problem!" The woman smiled strangely, "But your plan will be completely broken. After confirming that everyone is safe, use your own power to conflict with the treaty of 'The binding of the gods' to break the treaty, and then be forcibly punished by the treaty to achieve the state of body integrity and consciousness death."
"You're talking too much." LAN showed obvious displeasure. "The reason for choosing 'The Bondage of the gods' is that I don't really want to use the ancient gods to operate. Your light is residing in your darkness waiting for a reply. I really want to know what you would do if the darkness were gone too? "!"
The smile vanished from the corners of the woman's mouth. "It seems I made a huge mistake to give you the moon bow."
"The stillness of time is in my hand." LAN laughed, a very pleasant smile.
The stillness of time, the only artifact passed down from the manager's hand, the tool for casting the "Void Exile". And the exile of nothingness is the harshest punishment for God - the death of the body and the retention of consciousness, and being sealed into eternal darkness, without light, without sound, without sensation, only nothingness.
"Why..." It was only at this point that the woman showed a tense moment. God is always lonely, but there is still the hope of meeting a companion once every few hundred years, and the experience of being reincarnated when bored. But if there were none of these, they could still choose death, but "the stillness of time" left them without even the right to choose death.
"Why..." ?" LAN looked at Lilith. He knew what she meant. It wasn't asking why the artifact was in his hands. It was asking why he gave up such supreme power when he could already be a manager. "Because I'm tired."
The woman was silent for a long time. "I know what to do. You go ahead and do it. If you remember what I said when we meet again, please tell me your choice."
LAN nodded and gave a gentle smile. He was really tired. The heroic figures that people used to praise, people only said how they became heroes, but no one ever said what happened after they became heroes... To die, or to retire, that seems to be the end of most heroes.
LAN doesn't want to be a hero. At least, he doesn't think he has the qualifications to be one. On the contrary, his appearance would obscure the brilliance of a hero and turn a true hero into a supporting role. If fate were to be described as a river, then people would be the fish in the river, heroes would be the red koi mixed in the school of bluish-black fish, and LAN would be the goldfish that should not appear in the natural river, and there would be no way to ignore it.
Shaking his head, he cast all the jumbling things out of his mind along the way, LAN did not want to bring worldly strife into that simple little village, and that was why he no longer used short-distance teleportation relationships, where excessive power would create a distance between people.
Nimbly dodging a few traps, LAN finally saw the little fishing village in his memory again, the first thing that caught his eye was the makeshift wooden house he had built, and then the village chief's house.
"LAN? !" Just as the thought swept, it startled the people in the room.
"Village chief!" LAN seemed very happy.
"LAN is back!" " As the village chief shouted with a hint of excitement, people came out of their houses and asked LAN questions.
"I just dropped by to have a look." Faced with everyone's enthusiasm, LAN felt a little embarrassed.
"How did you come back free? I heard there are dead outside now and the nearby town is occupied. How did you get here?" "The old village head asked with concern.
"I flew here." LAN laughed and said, "This time I came back to see if everyone is safe and believe the war will end soon." Saying this, he suddenly raised his head, reached up to the night demon owl in the sky, took out the note on it, and glanced at it. "Look, the counterattack of Luoyang City is going very smoothly. Soon we'll reach Rizhao City, and then Pasas!"
This is good news, and it's up to everyone's excitement.
What Ran was concerned about was the source of the news. Night Owl sent out five of them. One was used by Anita and Shafinas in Rosemary. One was used by Orfel, Kashida and Osirena of the Academy at the edge of the Deep Water Swamp. One was used each by the Pope and Garcia. The last one he left for Lilth.
Lilith didn't need to convey any message to him; releasing the Night owl would mean the job was done, but the handwriting on the note before him was clearly not that of anyone he knew. Could this be the one Lilith had released? !
The notes on the note had an ethereal quality, but when LAN focused on looking at it, she finally discovered something. "My handwriting is pretty, isn't it? Lilith"
There's nothing to be surprised about, probably only this boring ancient deity, who is very close to him, would occasionally show off his ungifted little cleverness.
In response to everyone's questions, LAN also tried to answer the truth as much as possible. When it came to the death of Bulviji, everyone sighed. No one had the courage of this rather timid and unambitious big man, but more sympathized with Emilia. Death could be settled once and for all, but the living had to endure the pain, besides, It was the first love of that innocent little girl.
LAN, of course, did not forget to mention Osirena, the pretty girl who finally found a place that suited her, and even when she entered the ranks of the nobility, she did not lose her kindness and innocence.
And then there was Moya. Though LAN had only hinted at his disappearance, the villagers all agreed that if Moya had done something against his conscience, they would not have forgiven him.
"Perhaps he just wanted to get more power." LAN had to be careful to defend Moya, after all, Moya had never shown up, and it was too early to make a conclusion now.
"That kid Moya is rather narrow-minded." The old village chief motioned LAN not to say much more, "To pursue something, one may go to extremes. That's what we discussed when we sent you to the academy - whether this child should leave. But it's no use regretting now, and we've all mentally prepared for what he will become."
"Village chief..." LAN didn't know what to say.
"Well, go and rest. Even if you have to travel, let us prepare for you. Of course, I suggest you stay for one night before you go." The village head smiled kindly, "I hope you can change the world."
Change the world. As soon as the words reached LAN's ears, he knew that his disaster was not over, but he could not get angry in the face of the kind old man who had plotted against him.
Perhaps he was just a word in the river of fate, and no matter how he changed, he was still in the river, and without the water there was only death.
LAN nodded almost helplessly, then he thought, perhaps the gods or the managers also have their own destinies that cannot be disobeyed, or perhaps there is no such thing as destiny in this world, and the oracles are just the gods borrowing some power when they are bored to change some existing things for mankind.
Probably because he was thinking too much, LAN seemed absent-minded even in the face of everyone's greetings, and the village chief, who seemed to have seen something, suggested that everyone have a small gathering in the evening and talk about it then, and let LAN have a good rest first.
LAN, of course, couldn't get into the room and sleep with his head covered. His time was running out, not to mention that he was still waiting for news from all over.
It was not until dusk that LAN received another message from the three night owls, one of which was an affirmation based on what was already known that the Pope and his men had returned to Rizhao and were expected to head for Pasas in a few days.
The victory on the southern battlefield was beyond doubt, but what LAN was worried about was the deep water Marsh River Rosemary, where he had learned that the marsh was commanded by a necromancer with the Covenant of time, and according to the Covenant of order, he was not allowed to attack on his own initiative, but if the combined forces of humans and other races pursued him, a reasonable counterattack, It is within the limits permitted by the treaty.
The situation of the demons is not so worrying, at least LAN LAN. There is no sign of Ferrard's defection. It is certain that he will split into two factions. If the South wins, then the demons outside Rosemary in the north who advocate joining the undead will soon give up, as a condition that they will not be held accountable for their defection, retreat to the demon realm, and allow humans to seal the entrance and exit again, and they themselves will not suffer any loss.
Besides, the demons that have escaped from the loose seal of the demon realm do not have any particular advantage over ordinary human warriors. Although there are many of them, there are also a considerable number of humans. If they insist on fighting, they may not gain any advantage.
Anita, as he had expected, challenged her to a duel and had set the date, of course, with the condition that if Anita won, her sister must leave the demons unconditionally; otherwise, she herself must disappear unconditionally.
As far as LAN knew about the gap between the two, it was likely to be a double defeat, but he did not intend to stop them. If the two of them could not determine the winner, they would never feel at ease.
There is no substantial information in Gasiah's letter. The Pope has said everything that should be said, and he is just following behind to say hello. LAN was not impressed by his somewhat nagging personality, but he thought it was probably because of his own existence that when he was gone, Garcia would still be a man who could stand on his own feet.
The last night owl LAN was waiting for was news from the Deep Water Swamp, and when the magic circle he had given to Cassida was fully built, he was going to meet the undead priest who had contracted with the Moloco time contract, of course he wouldn't go as a human.
But for the evening gathering, LAN cleared his mind and stopped himself from being bothered by the outside affairs.
The people in the village were as warm-hearted as ever, and being self-sufficient was the reason why the village had not been discovered by the dead. LAN loved the atmosphere. In the end, he handed over all his money to the old village chief. He himself had no expenses, so it was a great fortune.
The old village chief did not refuse. He knew a little about what LAN was about to do, and he had an unknown connection with the high priest of the Sith.
Of course, LAN also left some things for his friends, but he kept them in one place. The storage location was in the hands of the High Priest of the West, while the method to activate the mechanism was in the hands of Garcia. They were separated not because he was afraid that the temple would keep them for himself. If the temple wanted to keep them for himself, it would only need to kill Garcia to obtain another secret. This distribution was merely to make Garcia feel a sense of responsibility that LAN had entrusted him with an important task, and that he had the responsibility and had to return to Rosemary after it was all done to fulfill LAN's commission.
The little party ended happily, and LAN returned to his residence and immediately saw the last night owl, with a note clearly stating that the magic circle had been built.
"Quick action." "Let's not say goodbye..." LAN said to himself, looking outside at the villagers who were busy tidying up, and gave a somewhat helpless but cheerful smile.
As the old village head, Ali, directed everyone to put away the barbecue utensils, he asked the children to fetch water to extinguish the campfire. Feeling the magic wave, he looked in LAN's direction with a special meaning, knowing that the young man must have left.
"LAN, good luck." While praying silently in his heart, the old man knew very well that the young man would probably never show up again, never remember them again.
"Grandpa Village Head! What's wrong with you?" The children asked, yawning.
"Nothing," said the old man kindly. "You all go back and rest when you're done!"