In Jerend's devout prayers, the condensed shadow began to gradually form, and then different items floated from the formed shadow, and slowly floated above the crow statue.
"It's done! It's done!"
"There is no loss, the blessing ceremony has not failed!"
"It's okay, everything is okay, everything before was just my intention, I was overthinking, it was all me overthinking."
Jarend looked at the floating objects above the statue, and tears of excitement flowed from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground.
But just as the objects floating above the statue gradually overlapped and the blessing ceremony in front of him reached the final step, an accident suddenly happened.
The crow statue made of gold suddenly shattered, and all the items floating above fell to the ground.
Jarende was stunned. He stared blankly at the broken god. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. The tears that had originally been shed due to excitement began to overflow uncontrollably.
His rather thin body was shaking constantly, and his face covered with tears showed uncontrollable sadness. He wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
The more than two hundred failed worship rituals before could be attributed to his self-deception, but the failed blessing ceremony and the actively shattered golden god in front of him had already put the cruel fact in front of him.
The letter in his heart and the message in his spirit seemed to be shattered to the ground along with the golden statue.
After a while, Jarende, who was stunned in place, made a hoarse voice.
"My Lord...is dead."
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East, Kowloon Port.
In the room at the highest point of the giant ship "Mocking the Wind", a man in black robes wearing a golden mask played with the bird in front of him. A pair of dark green eyes were exposed from the holes in the mask.
There is a strange-looking raven in the exquisite birdcage. Its tail feathers are slight and its eyes are a strange dark green. It looks quite different from ordinary ravens.
The man in black robe opened the bird, and the green-eyed raven flew into his hand naturally.
"The fur color is beautiful."
The man in black robe gently stroked the raven, and the raven obediently stopped in the man's hand and closed his eyes, not sure whether it was because of comfort or fear.
"It's just too big for viewing."
The man in black robe held the ferry and began to ferry it back and forth in the room with countless birdcages, and observed the different birds in the birdcages.
The man in black robe wandered around the room several times, returned to the raven's birdcage, and returned the raven he was holding to the cage.
"No, it's too fat and a bit heavy to hold."
The man in black robe touched the golden side of his face, seeming to be thinking about something.
"It's either Skylark or Indigo Chin."
The man in black robe nodded thoughtfully, but just as he was about to turn around and pick the bird, a bird whose body was burning with flames suddenly flew into the room from the window.
"What kind of bird is this?"
The man in black robe looked at the fire flying into the room and was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until the firebird flew in front of him that he realized that the so-called firebird was just a bird with a rotten body, white bones exposed, and a whole body. Ravens all wrapped in fire.
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", messenger from the underworld, what did I think it was."
The man in black robe sighed, and the raven that flew in front of him chirped slightly, and then the blazing fire wrapped around his body began to turn into a piece of letter paper.
"At this time, the only two people who can use messengers from the underworld to bring me messages are Doctor and Orthelemon."
"This strong astral divine attribute, you can guess, it must be a letter from Othlemon."
The man in black robe took the letter and looked at the inside of the letter carefully. The golden mask covered his face, and he could only see the dark green eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. What.
"So, it looks like the situation has changed a little."
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Osramon's attitude is much more determined than I imagined. "
The black robe, or should he be called Qinglongxian, put away the letter, then reached out and touched the rotten raven in front of him.
This underworld messenger boarding the Black Emperor can travel to its destination at an unimaginable speed because it is tainted with a trace of the god Apoolis. However, when the blazing fire wrapping it turns into letter paper, it also represents the trace of the god. The divinity disappeared along with the spirituality it possessed.
The raven landed on Qinglong's hand and stretched its wings. The rot had now covered its entire body, and its dense white bones were faintly exposed.
"It's so pitiful that this little guy is going to die."
Qinglong touched the rotting body of the raven, and he knew in his heart that the life of this messenger from the underworld who had lost his spirituality had come to an end.
"Meng Zhangshen, why don't you help him."
Qinglong raised his head and said to the air beside him.
"Don't say anything? Then you agree by default."
Qinglong said to himself, he put his fingers together and gently touched the raven's rotting body, and then dots of green light covered the raven's body.
The raven chirped softly, its flaring wings lifted, its rotten body began to heal, and some green feathers sprouted. Even its pitch-black eyes turned a strange dark green, just like the raven before.
"Xiaojia, I saved you, then you can stay here from now on."
Qinglong lifted the reborn raven and observed it carefully.
"It's pretty, quite exotic, and this one is thinner than the one just now, so it's not particularly heavy to hold up."
"But I've already decided to use Indigo Chin, so I'd better put you here first."
Qinglong placed the underworld raven that turned into a normal bird in his hand with the previous one, then turned around and opened Indigo Chin's birdcage.
A little bird with beautiful feathers took the initiative to fly from the birdcage and landed on Qinglong's hand. Looking at this beautiful bird stretching its feathers, Qinglong seemed to be in a bad mood due to the death of Othelemon. It's getting better gradually.
"It's just you."
Qinglong held up the indigo and walked along the birdcage hanging in the room to a wooden door.
Qinglong opened the door and found a studio inside.
The interior of this painting is filled with abstractions of unknown meaning. There is no specific shape, but only strong colors with blue as the main tone.
There is only one painting that stands out. It is an exquisite painting and is hung in the middle of the studio. The content on it is not an abstract painting with a blue main color, but a serious portrait.
The painting depicts a fair-skinned blond woman with a sweet appearance, holding a black object similar to a slate in her hand, and wearing clothes that are completely out of this era.
Qinglong stopped in front of the painting. He stared at the woman in the painting, and then slowly took off the golden mask on his face.
"Misha...I came to see you again. I believe that I will get back everything we lost soon."
Like the despicable savior
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