People in hell, boss four seasons

The world is crying.

"Leave! Go south. When you see the towering walls separating the thick land, the king there will protect you!"

When Wen Yao arrived at this village, it was facing the attack of scattered monsters.

The people in this land are not cowardly, on the contrary, they are full of blood.

The men in the village took out their weapons one after another, trying to expel the raging monsters.

Elderly people, women and children have been evacuated outside the village.

Without a solid city wall, the wooden fence surrounding the village was overturned in an instant, and the men fought and retreated. Although there were no casualties due to the superiority in numbers, the houses along the road collapsed under the unobstructed attack of the monsters.

It is too fanciful to want to contend with the "children of God" with the power of mortals.

The phantom of the stick of repentance hangs high in the sky, and the monster is crushed under the pressure comparable to the gods of this world.

"The gods have heard our prayers!"

"The god is driving away disasters for the people she shelters!"

The monsters that are regarded as ominous will bring disaster to this land, and the four seasons that retreat these monsters are considered to be the gods of salvation.

In a sense, the four seasons do hold the same authority as the gods, and it is understandable to be considered a god.

The village has been destroyed, and the small tribes are sorting out on the plain outside the village, planning to follow Wen Yao's guidance and head to Uruk. This is destined to be a difficult journey.

"Sister must be a gentle god."

This is a little girl who has just learned to run on the ground, and her staggering steps have not yet broken away from the childishness of a child. This is the cutest thing about a child.

Brown shoulder-length hair, clear eyes do not shy away from Siji's slightly indifferent gaze.

A child is the most transparent creature in the world, she can see many things hidden under the surface.

"Duana, come back!"

There was obvious fear in her mother's eyes. The gods brought salvation, but also anxiety.

Such uneasiness is gradually fermented by forces beyond the scope of understanding.

Having witnessed the punishment of blasphemers, this mother is particularly worried about whether her children will suffer inhuman torture.

The girl didn't understand her mother's worry, she could feel that the "god" in front of her was not malicious to her.

"Don't worry, Master Siji is different from those gods."

Wen Yao's words carried a strange magic power, and his words comforted the anxious woman not far away.

"Is it gentle?"

Siji murmured, not knowing how to respond to the little girl's eyes for a while.

This kind of evaluation does not apply to Yan Mo. After Siji Yingji became Yan Mo, she never heard such evaluation from others.

Legal justice brings emotional indifference, and Yan Mo in the trial cannot favor anyone.

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"My sister is different from those gods."

The little girl was honestly a bit too much, but now is the end of the Age of Gods, those gods who were originally high above no longer have the power to intervene in the world, or fall, or sleep, only a few goddesses try their best to guard the future of this land with the permission of restraint.

The girl will not be scolded by the gods for this.

Siji didn't speak, and gently brushed the dust off the girl's body. During the evacuation, the girl accidentally fell down, and a faint red mark could still be seen on her knee, oozing with blood.

The light green light covered the girl's body, and the wounds on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a gift from God!

The ordinary rescue is already a grace of God in the eyes of the common people. If there is no accident, the girl will become the priest of this tribe in the future.

Faith turned into pale golden beams that surround Siji's body, and she can feel the affinity of the world to her.

Her emerald-like eyes stared at Wen Yao who was standing beside her. She probably already knew how that layer of rich merit was accumulated.

Try to save the declining world and leave a possible fire for civilization, which is the gift of the world to the behavior of the four seasons.

"They will go south, be taken in by Uruk, and eventually become the spark that Sumerian civilization may inherit."

A team of 200 people has almost no impact on the battle between humans and monsters, not to mention that the elderly and young children who cannot fight account for an overwhelming proportion, but for the Mesopotamian plain that is being destroyed , This may be the hope for the continuation of civilization.

"Um……"

Four Seasons nodded, this is the best arrangement for this small tribe.

Staying here will only lead to complete sinking in the final disaster.

Looking from a high place to the low ground, the village is empty, and the collapsed houses are neglected. Along the river, the traces of this small tribe's southward migration can still be caught.

The Euphrates and Tigris flowed through every corner of the Mesopotamian plain, and along the rivers this small tribe could reach Uruk in no time.

"Master Siji is indeed the gentle Yan Mo."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Wen Yao's mouth.

The guardian of the four seasons is left on the girl, and the authority of the ruling will protect the girl and threaten the monsters in the four fields.

"They will reach Uruk safely."

The distant wind brings the fragrance of the earth.

"Unknown stalker, don't you plan to show up?"

Ever since Siji rescued the people of this tribe, Wen Yao sensed a gaze hidden in the dark.

Undoubtedly the top stalker, Wen Yao couldn't find the opponent's trace quickly.

So, he chose the most direct way.

"Travellers from other worlds, your good deeds will be blessed by the world."

This is an old man in a black robe.

Four Seasons subconsciously raised the stick of repentance in his hand.

She could feel the grievances and sins hidden behind the black robe.

Wen Yao stopped Siji's actions and shook his head at her.

The old man is kind, he can feel it.

"Alaya and Gaiyatou thank you all."

Alaya?Gaia?

These two names reminded Wen Yao of some bad memories.

"It's really thankful that they didn't let them control me. Has the old man considered doing it alone?"

Wen Yao's sense of restraint for these two is not good, this is an old story of the Holy Grail War.

Chapter 1 The Taciturn Girl

The old man shook his head, the shadow of the hood was illuminated by the corner of the sun.

It was a mask made of black iron.

Through the holes in the eyes, the light blue eyes reflect a cold gaze.

This is the look in the eyes of an assassin.

"My body belongs to the world..."

The old voice echoed in the wilderness, even though he knew it was a joke, the old man seriously declined Wen Yao's suggestion.

"Well, that's such a pity."

A few flashes of lightning flashed across the dome, and there were a few muffled thunderclaps. Wen Yao glanced at the still clear sky, and didn't intend to hold back the smile at the corners of his mouth. The two little lolis could only show him love in this way. Lose your temper.

"I have completed the entrustment of restraint, so I will leave first."

The old man turned around unsteadily, and walked in the direction of Uruk along the footsteps of the people who had left this place before.

The will of the young man is the prerequisite for his coming to this world. The old man wants to go to the last line of defense of human beings and help those human beings who hold up the banner of rebellion.

Wen Yao seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and didn't take any action to keep him, but just watched the old man disappear into the distance of the horizon together with Siji.

"That old man has the ability to threaten us."

The perception of the four seasons has not regressed with the long-term comfortable life. In the strange world, she still maintains a very alert perception.

"Stronger than that goddess...he can bring death."

Adhering to the will of hell, Yan Mo has a nearly eternal lifespan, which is the immortality bestowed by the rules of hell. It is hard to imagine that one day Yan Mo needs to worry about his own death.

Si Ji's eyes looked a little dignified, and she found that she underestimated the world a bit.

"But at least we don't have to worry about him shooting at us."

Wen Yao wiped off the thin sweat from Siji's cheeks.

"However, even with such an existence, the disaster of the end is still inevitable, but if there is Rumia..."

His sharp eyes pierced through the clouds and cover, and reached the bottom of the sea.

"It's not that there is no room for reversal at all."

……

When the first ray of morning light shines on this land, Uruk will usher in a brand new day.

See the sun of tomorrow!

This is the perseverance of every soldier who sticks to Uruk.

Under the impact of the beast tide, the passing of comrades-in-arms has almost become a daily routine. From the initial anger to depression and finally numbness, the only spiritual motivation to support these fighters is to protect the people behind them.

At least let them see the sun of tomorrow.

Looking into the distance from the wide city wall, beyond the vast Gobi Desert and the decaying fir forest, the Blood Temple of the Goddess of Warcraft stands in the dense forest farther away, which is the goal of their trip.

It also takes time for the Goddess of Warcraft to give birth to offspring. After Wen Yao wiped out a large number of Warcraft, this goddess also naturally came to a vacuum period.

"This will be the last goddess we face. If this campaign is successful, we will achieve a phased victory."

The news that the Goddess of Warcraft is not the final boss has been approved by Gilgamesh, but the proud king has no intention of announcing the follow-up plan.

"Because I can't predict what kind of enemy we will face at the end of the world..."

This is the explanation given by Gilgamesh to Tachika Fujimaru.

Even with the ability to predict, it is difficult for Gilgamesh to describe the enemies he will face.

"But it doesn't take any more sacrifices."

Rumia's abilities have exceeded the king's expectations, and she will be an indispensable help.

The warriors on the city wall are ready to go, the two goddesses, Chaldea's master Fujimaru Tateka and his servant Mash, the girl Anna and the monster Rumia who have a thin sense of existence, and the flower magician Merlin that cannot be ignored.

They have been resting on the north wall since last night, just to raid the Blood Temple of Goddess of Warcraft Gorgon this morning.

"Why does Anna always wear a hood?"

Rumia, who joined the team temporarily, couldn't find any common topics with the others. She was willing to help them solve their problems only after accepting the entrustment of Wen Yao and the king. In contrast, she and Anna, who were also not human, had more things to talk about.

"Well……"

The girl pursed her lips.

Many times, there is no reason for such a move.

From hating every human at the beginning to experiencing Uruk's kindness, Anna's attitude towards humans is constantly changing.

The neutral servants who were able to come here because of the Goddess of Warcraft were lured into their alliance by Merlin, but in the end they were willing to accompany them to destroy another self.

Girls at this age are always prone to distraction and think about strange things. Rumia is no stranger to Anna's state.

"Hey!"

Feeling that the shadow over the head was pushed away, the morning light covered Anna's cheeks through the yellow sand and mist.

Subconsciously dodging the bright light, she wanted to put the hood back on, but Rumia naturally held her hands in her palms.