Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

There was dead silence everywhere, and the cunning wolf clansman lying on the ground lowered his head in fear, fearing that what he saw would kill him.

Cecil stretched out his hands and covered his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves, fine blood foam fell on his chest and front, stained with blood and black, and his face became paler.

His expression was a bit gloomy, and his brows were wrinkled, showing that he was already a little impatient.

Anderson, the leader of the cunning wolf, said cautiously: "Master Cecil, then I will send someone to deliver the message."

Cecil nodded slightly, and a dark light appeared in front of Anderson's eyes. He stretched out his hand, and the light fell in his palm, forming dozens of dark and hard gemstones.

The cunning wolves are not very powerful, and they are likely to die on the way of sending messages. They need a certain guarantee so that they can walk out of the territory of those taboo creatures alive.

And the essence of magic power condensed by the power of the dark god is the best token. When seeing it, those who are a little smarter will know what it represents.

Anderson ordered dozens of good players in the clan to go on the road, and told everyone their tasks, and then distributed the magic essence in their hands.

Dozens of young and middle-aged men took it one by one, accompanied by the muffled sound of bones that made the scalp tingle, their bodies, which were indistinguishable from those of human beings, bent slightly, and dark, cold hair grew from their strong arms, gradually covering their whole bodies.

In just a few seconds, a cunning wolf with a mouth full of fangs appeared on the ground, its scarlet eyes gleaming with cunning, only timidly shrunk its tail when looking at the man on the throne, and ran away.

Anderson stayed where he was. He should have gone out together. As the patriarch, he was the strongest person in the clan, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay in the clan to serve the dark god Cecil.

In the memories handed down from their ancestors, their sly wolves were not a family favored by the Dark God, but at this moment when the opportunity was presented to him, he had to cherish it.

When the Dark God was at his weakest, the help they gave could impress him deeply, and only then could it be possible to correct their status as a cunning wolf clan.

There was a bit of flattery on Anderson's face: "Master Cecil, can you ask the elders of my clan to help you deal with your injuries..."

Cecil closed his eyes irritably: "Back off."

Lest he annoy the Dark God, Anderson had to leave quietly.

With no outsiders around, Cecil's expression relaxed a bit, and he stopped pressing as hard as before. He coughed twice again in a hoarse voice, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, and there was a hint of scarlet in the pitch-black color.

Getting rid of the pursuers in the past few days was enough to give him a headache, and the exhaustion of escaping so far made his injuries worse. Once Murphy was involved in the matter, Cecil's heart could not calm down no matter what.

Just now, he couldn't feel the wish power from Murphy for a while. Although it reappeared not long after, it was not as strong as before, just like a trickle.

It seemed that after he left, someone had already started to shake Murphy's heart.

Fortunately, this vacillation didn't have much effect. Although Murphy had doubts in his heart, he still didn't give up on him completely.

That's it.

He suddenly remembered something, and opened his palm, revealing a strand of golden hair inside.

It is full of rich light power, and there is still a lustrous light in the dark, which is incompatible with the darkness of this place.

Cecil took it off when Murphy was leaving. At that time, he had a vague premonition that after that parting, he and Murphy might not see each other for a long time.

Cecil closed his eyes and pinched the lock of hair in his hands, it seemed that even the pain on his body was relieved.

But not long after, his already pale face suddenly flushed with blush, and he covered his forehead with one hand, his face was full of pain.

The wound that almost pierced his head had healed, but now the pale skin was cracked, no matter how hard Cecil tried, he couldn't stop the wound from cracking, and dark red blood flowed from between his fingers The golden light came out from the gap, and the power belonging to the God of Light surged in his mind.

Cecil couldn't stretch his body, leaned to the side and took a few breaths.

It took a long time for the pain to subside. Cecil, who was covered in cold sweat, pursed his lips and sat up, wiping his forehead. Slowly, the wound began to heal, and the golden light surging inside was covered by the healed flesh.

It didn't take long for Cecil to regain his previous composure, except for the blood on his face and fingertips.

It's just that his expression is gloomy, more terrifying than before.

***

Murphy hesitated for a long time. He struggled between believing and not believing, but he couldn't make a decision.

As time passed, the news of the Dark God's recovery had spread throughout the Barenque continent. From the clergy of the church to the common people, everyone's most concerned things had changed.

Murphy hosted several blessing conferences. Most of the believers' prayers for trivial matters in life turned into resistance to darkness. Murphy heard them praying for the God of Light to annihilate the darkness again, so he could only smile slightly and give a sentence Answer without pain or itching.

No one knows when the God of Darkness will start a war that will cover the entire continent after he recovers again, but many hidden creatures of the dark system have come out of the dusty land, showing that they stand in line, and a big battle is imminent.

Two months after leaving the Holy Land, Murphy returned to the Holy Land once.

There is nothing in the Holy Land, no people in his memory, no black mist in his memory, not even the slightest bit of cold air, as if those memories he used to have are just fabricated by him, there is no sign of existence at all .

It wasn't until then that Murphy understood the meaning of Cecil's words. The holy land without gods was just an ordinary place at best, without any advantages except that the magic elements of the light system were slightly stronger.

Murphy couldn't even find a reason for himself to stay.

He called Cecil's name, but got no response.

After trying once to no avail, Murphy didn't try again.

Regardless of whether Cecil, who had been with him in the Holy Land for a long time, was the God of Darkness or the God of Light, he had already left here at this time.

Not staying for long, Murphy turned and left the Holy Land.

It was the first time he had only been in the Holy Land for such a short time.

The following days were also extremely dull, so dull that Murphy even forgot that he was still a visitor from another world, and he was a holy son day after day.

Jiujiu has grown up a lot. Since Murphy gave him weight loss, although the effect is not very fast, he can still see his chin anyway.

Joshua's stature has also been raised a lot, his small face has grown, and his temper is no longer what he used to be. He is much more sensible, but his dependence on Murphy remains the same as before.

When the God of Darkness declared war on the Church of Light in "Across the World", Murphy couldn't remember, but the time was getting closer.

In two months, the Church of Light will hold the succession ceremony of the son of Murphy. Before that, either the God of Darkness will appear, the scene of the Church of Light's expedition will appear, and Murphy will go to one of the endings, or wait two months , he was found to have eye problems before his succession ceremony.

Murphy almost didn't care anymore, he seemed to have resigned to his fate.

But in fact, Murphy quietly had a thought in his heart-if Cecil deceived him, he was not the god of light but the god of darkness, would he let him go because of the fact that they had been together in the Holy Land? over him?

It seemed that no matter how things turned out, the only one he could count on was Cecil.

Murphy remained silent for a long time, and even Eunice and the two little guys beside him didn't smile, and Murphy often had to adjust his emotions to comfort them.

During this period of time, Zapas has always invited Murphy over, and he taught Murphy very generously. Murphy learned a lot of ways to use the power of light from his teachings, but he couldn't be happy no matter what.

But this kind of him seems to be more in line with the quiet and holy Son in the eyes of the Illuminati or Zapas.

Time passed bit by bit, and the news about the Dark God was updated bit by bit every day, such as where he went, and what forces he subdued to enhance his strength.

Until one day, Murphy got the latest news just after waking up.

The God of Darkness has declared war on the Church of Light, and his army has already taken the first step in the war, and is now descending from the Star-Moon Plain in the northeast of the Glory Empire.

"Beside the Xingyue Plain is the Eternal Demon Abyss. Since the God of Darkness appeared from there, he may have awakened the creatures in the Eternal Demon Abyss." Eunice said softly, "It will be difficult to deal with this."

The Church of Light has also united with many camps, because they know that in this situation, only the stronger they are, can they have a chance to block the progress of the God of Darkness.

Murphy didn't know what was in the Ancient Demon Abyss, nor what they represented.

He listened to Eunice's words, and the only feeling he had was that this day had finally come.

He was inexplicably relieved.

***

On the vast and boundless Xingyue Plain, a black tornado is raging. This kind of bad weather has lasted for a long time. No one will pass by here, and no one can be seen for a while.

There was a rustling sound for no reason, and the ground quietly began to vibrate, and a huge creature crawled across the ground, leaving deep dents.

Giant snakes covered with pitch-black scales meandered forward. They had wings on their backs and dragged a heavy giant carriage. The black mist spread everywhere they went, and even the sky was stained with a heavy black.

The dark god with black hair and black hair was carried in the carriage. His complexion was pale, and there was always a hint of impatience between his brows, as if he might get angry at any time.

"Lord Cecil, the news has been released." Someone outside the car said cautiously, for fear of arousing his anger.

There was a dead silence in the carriage, and a voice came out after a long time: "In half a month, take down Saihe City."

"Yes, Lord Cecil."

Many dark creatures around the car became excited. Over the years, the Church of Light has been in power. They have been hiding in a corner of the mainland, unborn, and even forced to stay away from the crowd.

Now following the side of the Dark God to knock down those continents, they are also extremely excited, and their territory will not be limited to that narrow place in the end.

The moody dark god who was feared by everyone in the car opened his eyes, and his cold eyes only flashed a trace of tenderness when they swept across the strand of blond hair on his fingertips.

Is his little holy son obediently waiting for him?

The author has something to say: I have a headache, so it’s late, I’ve been waiting for a long time, cuties