Yi Gu was lying on the ground, surrounded by spiky grass as tall as a person.
"Urika."
"ah?"
"If I let you leave me..."
"don't want!"
Li Xiang showed up and hugged Yi Gu tightly with two thick arms: "I don't want You Tai! I want to protect You Tai all the time!"
Otoko smiled bitterly and stroked Li Xiang's head: "Okay, I understand. The two of us... will be together forever."
"forever?"
"Yes, forever."
"How long is forever?"
"Forever...from now until the day you get tired of me."
"That day will never come!"
"I know that day... it won't happen."
Yigu looked at the sky in confusion and smiled to himself:
All misfortunes are your own fault.
…
A great famine broke out.
In this country, no one realizes that something is wrong, such as feeling extremely hungry no matter how much food they eat.
For example, they have swallowed food equivalent to their own body weight, but they still become skinny.
They numbly searched for anything edible in front of them, even... living creatures.
Transportation, water supply, power generation... everything has been paralyzed, leaving only chaos and disorder.
No one knows when this disaster started. It started in a neighborhood, then in a city, and gradually expanded to the entire country. Now there is even a faint tendency to continue to spread.
The strong spell power gathered into dark clouds in the sky just like before Osiris was born.
Osiris sat in a car, humming an unknown song triumphantly.
Li Mei looked at all this in shock: "Such a vast range of spells... and it's still expanding?"
As the chaos continued, Osiris's body continued to grow.
His body was elongated and his appearance was getting younger, but he still looked skinny.
"The scope of the spell?" Osiris laughed crazily: "That kind of thing is only prescribed for you mortals! I am the god! We are the apocalypse!"
Iblis said nothing and watched all this in silence.
Suddenly, he turned his head to the tall building on the right.
The four conjurers were watching in fear, their bodies shaking unconsciously.
"Hurry up, go back and tell the elders..." Jacob said intermittently: "The curse spirit, there is a curse spirit raging here. It was the curse spirit that caused all this... No, it was not a curse spirit at all, it was the devil... "
Iblis appeared in Jacob's ear at some point and whispered softly:
"Have you ever seen a devil? How do you know that devils are just like us?"
"Ah!!" The other three conjurers screamed in horror and ran outside like crazy.
The strange and ominous spell spread out, instantly engulfing the escaping magician. After a while, only three human skeletons were left, turned into powder and scattered in the wind.
Only the leading magician, who was too frightened and forgot to escape, escaped by chance.
But is this really luck?
Iblis grabbed the remaining Jacob and asked him to look into his eyes: "How many magicians are there in this country?"
"I, I don't know...please spare me..."
"How many do you know?"
"No, less than fifty people..."
"Can you do it to bring them here?"
"I, I, I..."
…
Modestos knelt respectfully beside the priest.
The old lady took out a stone ball. Its surface was extremely smooth, and it was obviously polished carefully.
A few weeds were lit, and a plume of white smoke floated out, exuding an attractive fragrance.
The white smoke lingered in the sky above the stone ball, condensing into several unexplainable patterns, and then dispersed again.
Modestos asked cautiously: "Mother, what did you see?"
The old lady pondered for a moment and shook her head: "There is nothing, just darkness."
Modestos curled his lips in disappointment: "Can't you just say you failed? You're just pretending..."
The old lady was furious, picked up the crutch beside her, and hit Modestos hard on the head several times: "Who told you to fail? Darkness is also a message! If the tribe is handed over to you, what will happen in the future?" It won’t be long before it is destroyed!”
Modestos lowered his head and silently endured the blows of the cane.
The old lady put down her crutches and sighed: "The tribe has reached a time of life and death..."
Modestos raised his head and couldn't help but say: "Mother, what you predicted failed nine times out of ten. Why are you so sure that the predictions made more than ten years ago are correct?"
"Shut up!" The old lady raised her crutch, ready to strike, but put it down again: "You don't understand. The feeling I had when I saw the prophecy is still fresh in my memory... It's precisely because I can't find it. I found a glimmer of hope, so I asked Miguel to leave with the black rope, hoping that he could cause some changes..."
At this point, the old lady glanced at Modestos: "Remember! For the survival of the tribe, anyone can be sacrificed, including me."
"……yes."
"Those two foreign children are variables, we must let them stay here. For this, you can pay any price."
"yes."
Just as Modestos was about to stand up and leave, a young magician rushed in.
"Elder! Priest! It's bad! Jacob is back!"
"Come back as soon as you come back. What are you yelling about..." Modestos frowned and scolded him at first, then realized what was going on and asked quickly: "What's wrong with Jacob?"
"He, he seems to be dying..."
In the tribal clearing, Jacob lay on the ground, dying.
"Get out of the way! The priests and elders are coming!"
Hearing the sound, the people gathered together quickly made way.
The old lady walked up to Jacob and explored Jacob's body with a solemn expression.
"Priest..." Jacob held the old lady's hand: "They are dead... Javier and the others are dead..."
"Shut up, don't talk." The old lady waved to the people next to her: "Go and get the herbal medicine! Also, go and invite the two guests from outside! Everyone else, please disperse!"
Jacob did not stop and continued to gasp: "It's a curse spirit... There is a curse spirit that is harming people..."
The old lady comforted Jacob: "Don't worry, I will let the elders handle it."
"No!" Jacob squeezed out the remaining strength in his body and said excitedly: "They are not ordinary curse spirits... They are natural disasters! They are natural disasters!"
"Master Priest!" Jacob stared hard at the old lady's eyes: "Leave...leave quickly, we can't fight...we will exterminate the clan..."
The old lady seemed to have thought of something, and said with a stiff face: "Okay, I understand. You should rest first..."
boom!
Jacob's body suddenly exploded, and a strange curse attacked everyone like an evil ghost.
A figure flashed past, and Li Xiang waved his hand, sending everyone who was still in a dazed state flying aside.
Yigu pulled the old lady out, and the positive energy of the reversal spell enveloped her, clearing away the strange magic power on her body.
The old lady seemed to feel no pain. She carefully observed the spell power corroding her body, and her face was terrifyingly gloomy.
The spell lost its target and lingered on Jacob's flesh like a poisonous snake.
Yi Gu also looked gloomy. He was very familiar with this kind of spell power.
Iblis...that curse spirit is also in Africa?
The positive energy, which is naturally incompatible with the power of the curse, is finding it very difficult to consume the power of Iblis's curse.
"Disaster, disaster is coming..." the old lady murmured to herself, then broke free from Yigu's hand and looked at the whispering clansmen: "Lian, arrange for the clansmen to pack their things and prepare... to migrate."
Scale and Yigu looked at the rioting crowd with doubts on their faces.
The old lady shook her head, then said a few words, and walked into the hut with a stooped figure.
"You two, come with me." Modestos stepped forward: "The priest has something to ask you."
Yigu nodded, and just as he was about to follow, he was held down by Scale.
Shokinji said with a serious face: "I want to make sure first, it's not a troublesome thing, right? Please remember that Yigu and I are just outsiders."
Modestos smiled bitterly and said: "This... things will indeed be very troublesome. However, we have no other choice but to ask you two."
"Please don't forget, we are just here to trade." Shokinji's expression did not change at all: "No relatives, no friendship, no benefits. We will not risk our lives to help others, so say goodbye."
Modestos didn't know what to say.
Watching the two people leaving, Modestos remembered what the priest had just said to him.
"The end is coming...no, it's already here."
"Perhaps the only ones who can save us are those two children."
"Let them come to me, no matter what."
