Death comes so unexpectedly and so easily.

All the feathered people were stunned.

Before this, the word death had never appeared in their vocabulary, but they are the darlings of the world!

But the cruel reality tells them that even though they are high and mighty, they will die like those less intelligent lives!

From this day on, the art of feathered people had a new subject.

They began to sing praises of life, they began to denounce death, and they mourned their deceased companions.

All art is created by humans. The more people use art to express their emotions, the deeper the emotions are stored in their hearts.

When the second winged man fell ill, when the third winged man died of old age, the fear of death instantly enveloped the heads of all the winged men like darkness.

They felt that their bodies were gradually aging, their energy was gradually declining, and death could come to them at any time.

Especially when seeing those lively, young and beautiful offspring, the feeling of fear becomes even stronger.

They clearly live in the Eternal City, so why can't they exist as eternally as the Eternal City?

They were clearly the race that ruled the sky on behalf of the god Xiluo, so why did they end up falling to the earth and turning into a pool of mud?

God, it shouldn't be like this.

God, we are willing to pay any price for eternity.

For the first time since birth, the Feathered People had such strong emotions, strong enough to tear their own chests apart.

13 Feathered Man Sunset, Prelude to the Dead [Subscribe]

Himmelkam has changed.

When the threat of death emerged, the strong artistic atmosphere of the past was gradually buried, just like the flowers in the sky garden that gradually withered due to lack of water.

In the bustling central square, there were only a few young winged people wandering aimlessly.

Except for the occasional low, dreamy hum, there were no more creative sculptors, painters or bards to be seen.

In the past, this would have been unimaginable.

The winged people are a free race. From their birth till now, they have been pursuing light. Even the houses they live in are spacious and bright, which can meet their needs of flying when they are free.

But now they took the initiative to block the windows and cut the room into small tofu blocks with thick stone slabs, as if as long as they hid in such a dark place, they would not be noticed by death.

But how is such a thing possible?

After several winged people died in succession, all of them could no longer hide, and long and vague memories emerged. They thought of the figure who spoke to them when they first spread their wings and flew into the sky.

If it is Him, He will surely save them from death!

The winged people flocked to the Tower of Heaven and knelt before the statue of the god Shiloh, which was gazing into the distance.

In the past, they were synonymous with individuality. Even though they were all bards, even though they were all singing praises to the great goddess Hero, the long poems that came out of their mouths were all brilliant.

But the fear of death has made them lose the creativity they once prided themselves on.

Surrounded by sculptures they had carved themselves to showcase the beauty of life, they prayed, begged, cried, and even fainted.

In the days that followed, the feathered man continued to offer various sacrifices to the god Shiloh like crazy.

They inlaid all the gems they could find around the throne, circle after circle.

They built a temple that was even taller than the Tower of Heaven and surrounded the throne and the statue.

They killed the strongest animal on earth, collected its blood in stone jars and placed them before the statue.

But even if they did this, the vague figure in their memory still did not appear, and even the offerings on the altar had not been touched.

"God, are you abandoning us?"

"God, we manage this world for you, why do you treat us like this?"

The winged man kneeling in front of the statue had a hunched back, deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his beautiful white feathers had become sparse, and one could even see the flesh and skin that had been squeezed into a ball.

It had been kneeling before the statue for a month, and just yesterday, an unprecedented sleepiness took over its body, and it fell to the ground uncontrollably.

It saw many people rushing towards it, some were pulling it, some were calling its name. It knew everything, but it could do nothing.

At that moment, it thought it was dead.

Fortunately, it regained control of its body in the second half of the night, but this did not make it feel fortunate. Instead, it became even more frightened.

Death may come to it at any time, and when death comes, it will lose not only its body, but also everything it has ever cared about. It is a nothingness that drives people completely crazy!

When the old winged man thought of this, he wanted to roar. Sadly, he didn't even have the strength to roar.

At this moment, a young winged man suddenly ran in from outside the newly built temple.

"Something…something happened. Something serious happened."

The anxious shouting attracted everyone's attention, even those winged people who were on the verge of death turned their heads away tremblingly.

The young winged man said with a sad face, "The people who went out to hunt for flesh and blood encountered a group of blood-red beasts. They wanted to sacrifice these beasts to the god Xiluo, but when they got close to the beasts, they all fainted. The remaining people took great efforts to save them, but even so, one person died."

Death, death again!

But what frightened the winged people in the temple even more than death was that there was a group of wild beasts on the earth that could kill them. It turned out that they were not even the kings of the world?

This directly shattered their already fragile hearts.

After nightfall, the elderly winged people left the temple with the help of the young winged people.

In fact, they are reluctant to leave here, because apart from God, they have no one else to pray to. But if they stay in the temple with no one to take care of them, they are more likely to die.

After leaving the temple, these winged people went to visit those winged people who had fainted.

The situation can be said to be very bad.

The unconscious winged people were burning hot all over, as if they were on fire. The winged people who were taking care of them had tried their best but still couldn't wake them up.

But worse is yet to come.

Two days later, the Feathered People were horrified to find that those Feathered People who had been taking close care of the fainted Feathered People had also fainted.

Is this a contagious disease?

"Oh my God, what did we do wrong?"

"God Xiluo, we have given everything for you, how can you treat us like this!"

A trace of resentment gradually emerged from the fear.

When it came to the fifth day, several winged people who had fainted could not hold on and died, but before the fear began to spread, one of the winged people who was placed on the stone slab and was about to be buried suddenly sat up.

It sat upright, and its originally clear blue eyes turned into a burning red.

"you you you……"

All the winged people standing nearby were stunned with fear.

How can the dead be resurrected?

No matter how they asked, the winged man who came back to life seemed not to hear them. He just stared at his body, muttering to himself, with a fanatical and weird smile on his face.

This situation lasted almost the entire day.

During this period, no one dared to disturb it, and no one dared to touch it.

They were afraid that they would be killed, but at the same time, they had a hidden expectation in their hearts.

Since this companion can be resurrected from the dead, can they also be resurrected from the dead?

"God must have heard our prayers and blessed us with eternal life!"

"God? No, this is not the power of God!"

Suddenly, the resurrected person sitting in the central square raised his head with a smile on his face, laughing.

"No... not a god?"

The feathered man next to him was stunned.

"Of course." The resurrected man stood up and raised his right hand. "This power is evil, chaotic, and dark. How can such a power be the power of God?"

Ah, this?

The winged people nearby were so frightened that they took several steps back.

The resurrected man didn't care. He walked around like he had ADHD: "But it doesn't matter. Although this power is evil, it can allow me to continue to live in another form after my body dies. Look, my arms, look, my wings!"

It proudly and enthusiastically shows everyone its body, which can move freely.

Just as it said, its body was moving freely, but it was definitely dead, as it was not breathing and had no heartbeat.

"You see, I don't even need to eat or sleep, but I have more strength. With a body like this, we can put all our energy into art. Isn't this body a hundred times more perfect than the one God gave us?"

"Come on, join me and become as perfect as I am!"

The resurrected man raised his hands high.

Its appearance was frightening, so although everyone admired its body, some people still raised objections.

"Wouldn't this be a bad idea? After all, this power is not the power of the Goddess Xiluo, and it is evil, chaotic, and dark..."

"who cares!"

Before he could finish his words, an old winged man interrupted him.

"God Xiluo has never cared about our life or death. We have prayed like this, but He still does not respond to us. In this case, why should we continue to pray to Him? Don't you want to live forever? Do you want to see everything you have created disappear into thin air once you die?"

"This……"

Suddenly no one spoke.

Whether they are old or young winged people, they all fear death and desire eternal life. Only eternal life can match their noble bloodline.

"This is not blasphemy against God. We control this land on God's behalf. All of this was originally given to us by God. We are just taking back what belongs to us!"

The first old winged man walked towards the resurrected person.

Soon after, the second, third, and more elderly winged men also walked over.

They open their arms to welcome the eternal power that comes from the resurrected person.

Black energy poured into their bodies like a stream of water, followed by intense pain and intense dizziness.

"eternal!"

After shouting at the top of their lungs, these people collapsed to the ground one after another.

No one came forward, no one spoke, everyone was waiting.

This time they didn't have to wait long.

On the fourth day, several elderly winged people who had fallen to the ground all stood up again.

They also lost their breath, but they were reborn.

"Hahaha, I did it, I did it! Haha, look at my arm, it's as strong as before!"

"The skin is still wrinkled, but it's not a big problem. It will get better after a while."

With such a vivid example before their eyes, the other winged people would not hesitate at this time. Even though a few young people kept saying that this was blasphemy against God and that there were great risks in doing so, no one would listen.

As the winged people fell to the ground one by one, the sun just passed directly above the Tower of Heaven. The sun's light passed through the narrow path of light in the middle of the Tower of Heaven and sprinkled on the sun crown on the head of the god Xiluo.

However, this time the statue and the throne were surrounded by the temple, and the bright eyes of the god Shiloh could no longer overlook the earth.

A few days later, those hesitant young winged people also swallowed the black energy.

After a few more days, about two-thirds of the winged people were resurrected from the dead. They were saddened by the death of one-third of their companions.

So they wrote poems, composed music, and carved sculptures to commemorate their dead companions.

After this, Himmelkum returned to its former city of art. All the haze was swept away, and winged people could be seen discussing freely in the streets and alleys, and even the flowers in the garden bloomed again.

But what the winged people didn't know was that the god Xiluo they were praying for appeared in the Hanging Gardens, quietly looking at the blood-red setting sun in the distance.

The sunset is so beautiful.

14 The Dawn of the Fifth Age [Subscription Request]

It was the first time in twenty years that nursery rhymes came to Himmelkam again.

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