In a dark underground trench.
A group of black-robed Fallen Ones gathered in the surroundings. This place had already been opened up into a not small space. In the center, there was a ten-meter-wide altar, surrounded by faint flames. Under the altar, there was a huge array. He could also vaguely see a strange shadow in the vicinity. It was blurry and did not seem to be a physical body, but a half-spirit form. A priest wearing a dark red robe was kneeling under the altar. Dark Warriors in heavy armor were scattered around him, looking around with cold gazes.
"Your Excellency."
The dark red figure under the altar spoke in a deep voice, "We still haven't found the first Son of God. The descendant of the Dragon Slayer has pulled out the cursed weapon. We have suffered heavy losses. This place is far more powerful than Amber City. The members of the Druil Order have also appeared. Recently, they have been very hostile to us. They think that we have broken the balance. "
"What should we do next?"
The dark flames turned into a blurry figure, and the voice of the high priest was as cold as the bones of the dead. He said angrily, "Who is it? Who is it that has repeatedly interfered with the Lord's arrangements? You bunch of trash still haven't found the first Son of God? I have already given you the location of the prophecy in advance. Why did you wait until now to hold the ritual? "
"Whiterun is a very powerful city. There are many powerful beings here, including the members of the Northern Witches," the red-robed priest explained with a frightened expression. "Whiterun is a very powerful city. There are many powerful beings here, including members of the Northern Witches. We waited until the Whiterun Guards left to deal with the ogre tribe. After the Storm Lord left, we found the right time to hold the ritual. We have lost all our Dread Knights in Amber City. We are not very well-staffed now. "
"Your Excellency, I have tried my best!"
"Trash!" The shadow roared angrily. He raised his hand and pointed forward. The head of the priest in the dark red robe exploded like a watermelon. He glanced at the believers below and pointed at them. "From today onwards, you are the new Priest of Fear. The Lord will grant you divine power to increase your strength. Now, get the others to prepare immediately. We will spread the sacred ritual throughout the South. The power of fear will awaken all the Sons of God. You must find the whereabouts of the first Son of God as soon as possible. "
The black-robed Fallen One stood up in fear and trepidation, and said cautiously, "Your Excellency High Priest. If the ceremony were to begin, then all of the Sons of God would gradually awaken, and the power of our Lord would be distributed to them. At that time, the whereabouts of the first Divine Child would be even more difficult to find. Moreover, with the other Sons of God awakening ahead of time, the power of the first Son of God will be greatly weakened. This is not conducive to our plan to resurrect Master. "
The High Priest looked at him coldly and said, "I know."
"But you useless trash have already missed the opportunity, and the prophecy has already deviated. Now, he could only awaken all the Sons of God and strengthen the power of fear through the slaughter. Although the Lord's divine power will be scattered, the power of fear will still exist in this world. As long as all the other Sons of God die, all the divine power will automatically converge on the first Son of God! "
"Your task is to ensure that the first Son of God can survive until the end of the ceremony. He is the strongest, but also the weakest. Only then can the Lord's will be resurrected in him!"
… … …
Whiterun.
The Storm Lord's figure leaped on the street. Suddenly, she stopped and jumped on the roof. She stared at a warrior in blood-red heavy armor in the distance and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you pull out the Dragonslayer Sword?"
The warrior in blood-red armor stopped and looked at her coldly. "We have lost contact with the gods. The coming chaos can be foreseen. Whiterun needs the power of this sword."
The Storm Lord's expression was very stiff. "Don't you know the curse on it?"
"I know." The Heavy Armor Warrior clenched the long sword in his hand and said slowly, "The owner of this sword will die in the hands of the giant dragon. It has killed 12 giant dragons, and the five previous owners also died in the hands of the giant dragon."
"But I am the guardian of Whiterun!"
"You are just an outsider. This city should be protected by me! This is the mission that I was born with! "
Crackling lightning flashed violently.
The Storm Lord's expression was very ugly. She seemed to be very angry. She took a deep breath and turned to leave. She coldly said, "Stupid guy! The curse on this sword is more terrible than you think! "
"You will regret this sooner or later."
… … …
In the calm wilderness.
Søren and Gloria looked at each other, speechless. The flames in the distance had dissipated, and it seemed that Whiterun was not hit by the meteor shower. At this moment, Vivian, who was in the carriage, suddenly trembled. Her cute little face revealed a trace of fear. Her white little hands randomly grabbed something, and the expression on her face became more and more terrified. She curled up in the corner of the carriage and muttered, "Go away! … You bunch of monsters! All of you, get out of my way! If you don't go away, my brother will kill you all! Why are you still not going away?! If you don't go away, I'm going to call you brother! … "
Søren's expression changed slightly.
He quickly rushed into the carriage and reached out to hold Vivian's small hand. He said anxiously, "Vivian! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?! "
Gloria's expression also changed slightly. She anxiously followed them into the carriage and bumped into Søren. She grabbed Vivian's hand and shook it gently. "Wake up! Vivian, wake up! Did you have a nightmare? "
The little girl slowly opened her eyes. She first looked around timidly. When she saw Soran's figure, she rushed over and desperately drilled into his arms like a kitten. Her little hand was still holding on tightly to the corner of his clothes. When he heard the conversation between the two, he nodded with lingering fear and said in a low voice, "Yes. Vivian saw a lot of monsters, fire, and blood. "
Monsters?
Søren and Gloria looked at each other. While comforting the frightened little girl, he asked, "What kind of monsters?"
Vivian tried to recall what she saw, and her little face turned pale. She whispered, "They were very, very big monsters. Their bodies were on fire, and they were very ugly. They had two horns on their heads, big wings on their backs, and a tail like a cow's. Their feet also seemed to be hooves. They surrounded me and said something, and they were very angry at me!"
"I … I'm not afraid of them! I told them that if they came near me again, I'll call you brother! And then they disappeared. "
Demons?!
Søren's face turned pale. He looked at Gloria, and then nodded gently. He carefully comforted the little girl. When she gradually calmed down, Gloria signaled outside the carriage. Søren covered Vivian with a blanket, and looked at her little hand that was holding the corner of his clothes. He said softly, "I'm just outside. I have something to tell sister Gloria, and I'll come in to accompany you soon."
"Okay?"
Vivian nodded obediently. She let go of her little hand and sat on the side of the carriage.
Søren walked out with a stiff expression. Gloria seemed to have set up a magic barrier. She looked at him and asked, "You don't know about this either?"
"Yes." Søren nodded seriously.
Gloria looked inside the carriage, and then slowly said, "Vivian might really be a God's Child, and she might even be the child of the Abyss Demon God."
Søren didn't answer, but his hand tightened on his curved sword. His muscles tensed up, as if he was going to attack in the next moment.
"You! … Why are you so cautious?! " Gloria was so angry that she raised her eyebrows. She pointed at Søren and said angrily, "Do you think I'll harm you just because she's a God's Child? I've done so much recently, and you still don't see me as a friend? "
Søren relaxed a little, but his hand was still on the hilt of his sword. He said softly, "I'm sorry. I was too nervous. "
"You know what Vivian and I went through in the past. I can't completely trust other people."
Gloria's expression softened a little. She sighed and said, "You must have had a hard time in the past."
Søren didn't answer. He only said, "I don't remember Vivian's birth father very well. If she really is a God's Child, then things are very serious."
"Yes." Gloria looked inside the carriage with a hint of pity on her face. She said slowly, "The Demon Gods of the Deep Abyss usually give birth to children for a certain purpose. The biggest possibility is that a Demon God of the Deep Abyss foresaw his own death and left behind a God's Child in the mortal world. After he died, he used the God's Child's body to revive. "
"Two Demon Gods did this before. One was the God of Massacre, and the other was the God of Tyranny."
"The God of Massacre failed. The God's Child he left behind destroyed him. In the end, the God of Massacre fell into the hands of another God. However, the God of Tyranny succeeded. He revived in the body of his Child. That pitiful God's Child didn't even have time to react before he was stripped of his divinity and died. The God of Tyranny revived from his broken body. "
Gloria sighed and said slowly, "If Vivian really is a God's Child, then her future is destined to be very difficult!"
Søren's palms were very pale because he used too much strength. He stared at Gloria and said with an unquestionable tone, "I will kill her! I will completely destroy her! If I can't find her in the mortal world, I will go to the Abyss and kill her! No one can hurt Vivian, not even a God! "
Gloria's gaze softened. She said softly, "This isn't just a battle of strength. It also requires willpower and faith!"
"I think you need an ally."
A white arm stretched out. This was the second time Søren held this hand, but the meaning was completely different.
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