Mystery: Paradox Path

On the streets on the edge of the East District, the smog has spread here, and a faint halo shrouded the bodies of several people dressed in black, isolating a small blank area in the fog.

They moved quickly in the fog. Among these people, there were about forty or fifty people. They coughed twice from time to time. Some of them had obvious symptoms of fever, but fortunately, they were all still alive.

Liv walked with Freya in the crowd, her face was flushed red, and the joints all over her body felt sore that she wanted to fall, but she was pulling her daughter who was coughing gently, and she kept walking. Move with the crowd.

She and Freya were working in the cafeteria when the smog rose, and almost as soon as the outside world started to fall, they were organized and started fleeing towards a "safe" place.

She didn't know what a safe place was, but she could see dead bodies on the side of the road. She was very worried about Daisy, who was going to school, but she didn't dare to ask those people in black, for fear that it would affect the progress of the team. speed was thrown away.

The faint singing echoed in this small "mist" area, which made many people realize that maybe this singing is the way to fight the fog.

Some clever people have begun to try to hum the melody that reverberates in their ears, while more people have died without waiting for the warm rescue.

After all, the enthusiastic core members are limited, and in any case, it is impossible to protect the actual population of more than two million in the Eastern District.

In addition to the east area, the dock area and factory area were gradually engulfed by the smog, and with the growth of the smog, there was even a yellow fog mixed with iron black that crossed the Tussock River and pressed over the Backlund Bridge area. It is very close to the more prosperous area of ​​Backlund.

But at the same time, starting from the east of Backlund, wisps of singing began to gather, slowly changing from a slight melody that only reverberated in the ear to a clear movement that could be truly heard.

"In the **** mission ~defend the land~

People at night~will welcome the sun~"

The enthusiastic members began to sing, the members of the labor movement began to sing, the singing gradually became louder, and more and more people hummed the melody in the unknown language.

With the singing, many people found that the pain in their bodies began to subside, their breathing became smoother, and the pain in their limbs was also being relieved.

More and more people sing songs, they don't understand the meaning of the song, but the melody that seems to be ringing in their ears, the melody that seems to gather above their heads, with their voices, good or bad, converge into a loud and bright 's movement.

"That typhoid night ~ we run to the light ~

The strong pleasure of defending the land! "

The voice became louder and the momentum became more condensed, and on the roof of the Elmida Theater in the North District, a **** hanging upside down on a cross was carrying pain.

Fever, cough, body aches...

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...

As more and more people are saved by the enthusiasm and the labor movement, and more and more people join the "Unbreakable Alliance", their pain has also been passed on to those made in heaven along a mysterious channel. .

The Hanged Man, in addition to his fall, also holds the power to bear and sacrifice, just like the little sun they saw in the murals of the real relics, the real creator also has the power to bear the pain and sin for all living beings .

Although Heaven made the connection at this time only through the sound of the harp, and temporarily borrowed the power of the deity, it was enough for him to share the death-enough part for the believers.

Pain is inevitable, the disease cannot be cured, but at least one can survive.

The pain and torment converged into negative emotions, and together with the fate of death, they converged toward heaven. The human figure hanging on the reverse cross was becoming more and more vivid and real at this time.

His eyes opened, the pink vertical pupils on his chest seemed to exude some kind of magic power, the thorns on the cross swam like snakes, and the sharp thorns left scars on his body.

The scars will heal in an instant, and more scars will be added later, and as the song grows louder and louder, Heavenly Made also groans in pain.

The connection between the real deity and the creation of heaven is getting closer and closer. In the chorus scale that has reached 100,000 people, the consciousness of the real creator is becoming more and more sober.

The eyes he watched Snow softened, and some kind of power was being transferred from the distant eastern continent to the body made in heaven along the channel of the mysterious plane.

The suffering real evil spirit became stronger and stronger, and the power of divinity was condensed in the pink vertical pupil.

Snow is still struggling to play this movement from the last civilization. I don't know if the smog has affected this side, or because of the stigmata effect, Snow's forehead is also starting to get hot.

But he did not use his extraordinary ability to erase this influence, but used this kind of empathy to completely activate the characteristics of the chanter that had only been triggered in part in the piano.

The Extraordinary characteristics of the Ten Praisers were stimulated along with spiritual perfusion, and the piano sound that was originally only transmitted in the consciousness of the believers resounded throughout Backlund at this moment!

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Under the almost endless supply of spirituality, a soft golden light began to emerge from all those who sang the "hymn".

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The singing above Backlund became louder and louder. It was no longer scattered or noisy. Instead, it was like a whole that had been rehearsed countless times, performing a chorus that was enough to take the stage at the King Backlund Theatre.

But at this moment, Snow's movements stopped abruptly. Although the music was still reverberating and the singing was still passionate, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

There is a threat in the sight of the true creator, and the heavenly manufacturing also emits a piercing spiritual brilliance, and the source of all this is only unknown when it appeared in Snow's field of vision, with long black hair and pure black. Young woman with eyes.

She has a beautiful appearance and looks no different from ordinary people, but at the moment she appeared, even the sight of the real creator deity appeared a momentary fluctuation.

"Ma'am, I thought you would go and solve the source of the smog first." Snow stood up, forced a business smile, and bowed slightly, but did not show the etiquette that matched the identity of the other party.

"This is 'the choice of the times'." The quiet and soft voice came out of the other party's mouth, but with cruelty that did not match the words, Snow's eyes trembled slightly, knowing that the other party was reminding him, and at the same time, he was also testing Own.

I have to say that Snow belongs to the type of explosive player who is on the spot. He was obviously anxious to die before he set off, but when he really faced the existence in front of him, he calmed down, the business smile on the corner of his mouth slowly became sincere, and the corners of his eyes were stiff. Also soft again.

He took a deep breath, looked at the woman who was as deep and peaceful as night, and said slowly:

"Ma'am, I want to negotiate a deal with you..."

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