Sword Heart of Rebirth

"Who are you?" The magician stood in front of me and the archer, his blue eyes staring warily at the black-haired boy and the white-haired boy standing in front of us.I seem to have seen these two teenagers talk to the main god in the church. Are they sent by the evil god?

"Light, Shadow," the priest stepped forward and called out the names of the two teenagers and greeted them, "Don't worry, they are here to meet us." The priest patted the magician and shook his head to signal him to put down his weapon.

"Please come with us, we will take you to the residence of Lord Evil God." Ying motioned for us to follow him, there is no better place to go right now, so we had to follow the light and shadow towards the forest.

From a distance, this forest seems to be bottomless. Does the evil god really live here?And I seem to be able to vaguely feel that this is no ordinary forest.

"Master Cthulhu is in the depths of this forest." As soon as Ying finished speaking, a dazzling light radiated from the hands of the light. Nearby colors blend together.

Soon we came to the depths of the forest, a very dark place, and when our eyes got used to the darkness here, we found that except for the black crystal in front of us, the surrounding area was very empty.

"Master Cthulhu," Light and Shadow knelt on one knee towards the black crystal, "I brought them here."

I saw the evil god coming out of the crystal. With long black hair and amber eyes, he had a similar appearance to the main god, but his body was transparent. It was obvious that the evil god appeared in front of us in the state of a soul.The evil god glanced at Heying and then at us.

"Long time no see, little swordsman." Seeing me being carried by the archer, the smile on the face of the evil god turned into worry.

"This is..." The evil god stared at me silently and said to Light and Shadow for a while, "Take them to find a room to rest."

"Follow me." The evil god looked back at the pastor, "Don't forget our promise." "Yes." The pastor took out the black flute he had pinned around his waist and put it in his hand.The pastor walked in the direction of the evil god without looking back.

"Wait, priest," the magician called to the priest, his blue eyes getting deeper and deeper: "Are you trying to resurrect the evil god?"

The pastor turned to look at the magician: "This has nothing to do with you."

As soon as the words fell, the magician grabbed the priest by the collar and said with anger: "How can it be okay? We are companions." The tone trembled slightly: "It doesn't matter even if you are a half-finished product of God, but," the magician said with Said in a firm tone, "I will not allow you to become an evil god."

"This is the promise I made with the evil god." The pastor gently patted the magician's hand away: "Even if I become an evil god, my soul will be with you." After speaking, the pastor played a syllable on the black flute .