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Steve, who is nearly three meters tall, is not eye-catching in Silver City.
In the corner of the treatment center, after the newborn left the delivery room, she carefully collected a few drops of the angel's umbilical cord blood.
The blood of these mythical creatures has extremely strong spirituality. If no one handles it, all the people in the treatment center will go crazy and die when Ourolius is born. Steve stopped all this and only let part of the spirituality leak out. In Silver A small-scale "restart" was created in the city, allowing most people who were in poor condition to return to a certain moment when they were at their best.
The next step is to take Ourolius away. She believes that Colin Yinliat can understand what she is doing and cover up for herself. Silver City has already received the care of angels, and the Lord has come to the earth. She should not expect more. We must continue to practice devoutly and diligently, and one day we will be saved.
About an hour later, Mr. Scallder returned to the ward with the child in his arms and handed the child to his wife. The wife, who had just regained some strength, hugged the child happily and kept saying words such as "Thank you Lord" and "Thank you".
"It's really you, dear child..."
Mrs. Scallder hugged the infant angel tightly. This child, whose white afterbirth was washed off and whose skin began to turn red, came into the world with the blood stains all over his body. The soft swaddle still smelled of leather. Born to a devout and ordinary mother, he will surely return to heaven one day.
Over a long period of time, she has had many names, Ouroleus, Angel of Destiny, Tail Eater, Mercury Snake, Angel of Destiny. These names flow with the long river of history and destiny and will never change. But only this time, she did not tell her parents her real name in time, so he also had a nickname that represented his mortal nature - his parents called him Uno.
Steve stood among the doctors, and no one noticed this strange old gentleman. They subconsciously regarded her as an older and kinder man, who, like everyone else, came to congratulate her.
The pain of separation between mother and child is short-lived, and life is equally short.
As long as they are believers in the Lord, they will meet again in the Kingdom of God.
Time passed slowly, and she watched these believers sending blessings to the angels. She also expected that this messenger of the Lord could bring a little more hope to the future of Silver City. She watched the red and wrinkled baby greet the angels with their blessings. She was reserved and steady and fell asleep peacefully under the care of doctors and parents. The frequency of lightning in the sky gradually decreased, and the doctors quickly went to work on other matters, and the small ward became quiet.
Ourolius had been sleeping, as if he had completely relaxed after opening his eyes and taking in the surrounding environment.
Mrs. Scullder had gone to bed, and the baby's swaddling clothes lay in the cradle beside her. She fell asleep on her side, holding the child's little hand.
Mr. Skold, who was accompanying the family, was sitting on the family's small bed when he suddenly felt an inexplicable wave of sleepiness. His upper and lower eyelids seemed to be covered with glue. He moved his head bit by bit, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall. .
The candlesticks in the hospital room burned slowly.
Steph emerged from the shadows and gave the young couple a simple salute to express her gratitude for the angel they had given birth to.
Then she approached the small cradle, which was as new as a swaddling baby, and her hunched back bent.
"Your Highness, the Angel of Destiny." Steve said respectfully, "I'm here to greet you."
Ourolius slept peacefully, with his limbs as thick as lotus roots spread out comfortably in the clean and warm cradle.
Steve added: "Lord, let me take you to her."
Ouroleus moved, and she turned over, leaving a small back for the Angel of the Holy Word.
Steve was a little confused. She took a step forward and tentatively spoke again: "If you have no objection, then let me do it for you and send you out of the Eastern Continent."
In order to resist the "Wish Demonic Wolf" Kotal, Steph cannot leave the God-Forsaken Land at will.
But as long as there is a good reason, she can also leave the land abandoned by the gods, go for a walk outside and then come back.
Ouroleus stopped moving again, and Steve suddenly felt that he did not know the Angel of Destiny well enough, and could not read the profound meaning of fate from his seemingly simple but actually foreshadowing actions. This was really a disqualification.
In a dilemma, Steve chose to take a step forward, reached out and picked up little Ourolius from the cradle. However, Steph's eyes suddenly blurred. She seemed to see a pair of blood-red snakes opening in front of her eyes. Her movements began to reverse, and she put Ourolius back into the cradle properly, and continued to cycle unconsciously. I did this bending action twelve times.
After twelve times, a drop of cold sweat flowed from Steve's forehead.
She looked at Ourolius, who had his back to her again in the cradle, and felt as if she finally understood the meaning of fate.
So, the Angel of the Holy Word bowed to Ouroleus again, then slowly exited the room and closed the door.
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Backlund, Faye Manor.
A few minutes later, Steve's prayer reached the ears of the True Creator. The True Creator imagined the scene and felt a little surprised:
"Uroleus doesn't want to leave the land abandoned by the gods?"
"Normally she would not refuse to come to me. What does she want to wait for in the God-Forsaken Land this time?"
She thought for a while and responded to Steve:
"nothing."
"She has her own reasons." If she wants to stay, she can stay.
Soon, the prayer of the Holy Word Angel came again, and the prayer scene changed from a city with residential houses to a dark suburb:
"I obey your oracle."
"I will continue to stay outside the city to protect the believers in Silver City."
If Uroleus feels that it is worth staying there, then something will definitely happen in the future of Silver City - when the words "God's Abandoned Place" and "Problem Occurred" are linked together, the first thing that the true creator thinks of is his previous In order to get the Witch of Despair, she negotiated business with Edward, and finally agreed to the Outer God and let her go to the land abandoned by the gods.
Since this condition is much simpler than that of the "Bound God" and "Sia", and the land abandoned by the gods is basically their own divine kingdom, it is almost impossible for other gods to want to visit their own divine kingdom. It is to put one's life in the hands of other gods. The true creator weighed and chose to agree, but Ourolyus's reaction made her feel a little uneasy. There might be some conspiracy of the outer gods behind this.
"But it doesn't necessarily have to be about the outer gods..."
The True Creator carefully recalled the events of the past few months and found that there were still many things involved in the land abandoned by God.
"If Klein Moretti accepts my funding in the future, he will definitely go to the Land Forsaken by God to build momentum for 'The Fool'."
"In addition, there is still no news from the pilgrim team led by the 'Black Saint' who disappeared in the ruins of the God War last year. This year's pilgrimage will start again in a few months. What on earth is Ourolius waiting for? It’s hard to say.”
Speaking of Klein Moretti—oh, his current identity should be Gehrman Sparrow.
The memory of his true creator was still fresh in his face-to-face confrontation with two or even three alien gods on the island Oravi. The Mother Tree of Desire attracted the Declined King, and then Klein, who happened to be caught in the middle, chose to throw Mr. Door out— —That is, spiritual objects contaminated by the fallen mother goddess, using foreign gods to deal with foreign gods. What kind of audacity and strategic genius is this? Anyway, it shocked the true Creator.
News of the death of General Amyrius Levitt was also sent back to the country. The cause of death is still being studied. However, according to the channels of the real creator, she learned that General Amyrius seemed to have some strange traces of pollution on his body.
The "Amirius" who was attacked by the Mother Tree of Desire was obviously Gehrman Sparrow. However, the real Admiral Amyrius who was far away at the Naval Base on Zhongcheng Island still had the contamination of the Mother Tree of Desire on his body. It's really an intriguing thing.
Fortunately, the pollution, the ruins of the base, and the testimonies of the survivors all matched up. Although it was a bit bizarre, the final truth was—
After Oravi was contaminated (attacked), Admiral Emilius Levit secretly went to Middle Range Island and died there.
This is the official answer.
But secretly, the official wanted notice for Gehrman Sparrow has been quietly posted on Byam and Olavi.
A demigod died unexpectedly, and the governor was suspended. If no one takes over, the Levitt family may gradually decline.
However, the True Creator is not interested in Backlund's politics. According to reports from the Aurora Society's envoy who is still at sea, a person suspected of being Gehrman Sparrow is volunteering at the charity hospital, playing the role of a faceless man and digesting potions. .
The True Creator asked the envoy to confirm again and again that he was really doing volunteer work and really providing hospice care to patients, rather than pretending to be a certain patient and gaining progress in digestion of the magic potion by acting out their final moments.
After some observation reports, the True Creator became more and more satisfied with Klein.
The only dissatisfaction is that Klein Moretti is still unwilling to face his identity and accept help.
477
Mid-March.
Dark Saint Kesma went on a business trip as planned, heading to a small city in the southern continent to discuss this year's business with the Pilgrim Sect.
Kesma directly teleported to the outskirts of this small town through the spiritual world. The temperature gradually warmed up. He could see that the residents of the small town had begun to sow seeds. People with bronze skin were pushing heavy carts filled with food towards the city. public bakery.
There are also children who go to nearby primary schools to study after finishing their farm work. Most people in the city can see smiling faces on their faces. It is on the edge of a large colonial city, slightly backward and poor, without even gas street lights, but it is also less regulated.
What's more, due to the success of the Pale Queen, all countries have begun to increase their efforts to squeeze the colonies, and it is even more valuable to be able to see such a scene.
However, Kesma's focus was not on the food and residents. He walked quickly into the city. His fair skin and exquisite clothes aroused the curiosity of the residents. It was just curiosity and envy, but not that most of the indigenous people saw it. Fear and vigilance when waiting for someone.
He found Richard Ernst in a factory.
In the Southern Continent, where the average height is less than 1.7 meters, this angel's height allows her to be recognized immediately no matter where she goes.
Richard is helping the workers select high-quality seeds, and from time to time he will help push a cart to carry generations of grain. She noticed Kesma as soon as she entered the city, but she didn't stop what she was doing and even sped up.
Kesma did not dare to disturb the angel rashly, so she stood outside the door and waited for more than an hour.
When lunch was about to begin, Richard's work finally ended for a moment. She pulled down her rolled-up sleeves, walked to the door, and greeted the Dark Saint eagerly: "Would you like to try some of the food in the city?" Tacos and barbecue?”
Kesma wanted to refuse at first, but nodded anyway.
Soon, they each took their wrapped food and sauces and sat on the two boxes on the roadside.
"What's going on this year?" Richard asked.
Kesma sniffed the dulce de leche sauce, took a bite of the tortilla, and answered as clearly as she could:
"We want to know the benefits of improved wheat seed in your hands."
"I knew it."
Richard took the bread and said to Kesma while greeting passers-by: "This batch of seeds is very good, so good that I want to post its yield curve on the door panel of the Church of the Mother Earth."
"We asked for harvest sacrifices, but the increase in production we received was nothing more than this!"
“The initial first batch of wheat seeds achieved a perfect 40% increase in yield per acre, but the subsequent second batch of seeds had a higher yield, and then began to decline and was unstable. It should be that each batch needs to be specially improved and matched. The breeder is not here, so we have to try the seeds ourselves and study them slowly.”
"The production increase is now stable at 25%."
Looking at the city, Richard was a little proud: "The increase in food production can quickly improve people's labor enthusiasm and living standards. As long as I succeed here, I will slowly spread these seeds to other cities." go."
Kesma asked: "Is there any left of the first batch of seeds?"
Richard shook his head: "I'm sorry, my seeds came from a gift from a friend, and I have no right to sell them."
"Then we hope to reserve a batch of wheat." Kesma said, looking at the street, "and purchase the balance of this batch."
Richard did not refuse: "Just buy it at the market price, and you don't have to ask me when doing business with the residents. In addition, if you really want to buy it, I hope you will try your best to control the information about this high-yielding wheat."
Of course, Kesma knew the stakes and agreed immediately.
"Also, there is one more thing."
Richard thought for a moment and asked:
"Have you paid attention to the recent movements of the Rose School of Thought in the Northern Continent?"
"During this period, the Rose School in the Northern Continent was very strange. They all became extremely radical, but the things they did were slightly different." Kesma also did his homework early and came to see the "Angel of Temperance". Why? Maybe they didn't pay attention to the Rose School's intelligence in advance. "They did a lot of things in the city, causing panic and attracting the attention of the church, but it's strange - they all claimed to have received the oracle of the 'gods', but What they did was hinder each other, and they never succeeded."
Richard nodded.
"Similar things are happening in the Southern Continent. There are two voices in the Rose School at the same time. One is to offer more sacrifices to Si'a, and the other is that Si'a claims to isolate himself and practice hard for a period of time. The situation is very confusion."
"Here in Si'a." The Temperance Angel pointed to his temple, "I'm afraid something went wrong again."
TBC
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Well, with a few more copies of Cleon roaming the sea of ruins of God's War, the sea volume will be completely over!
