Chapter 440 (1/2)
The sky was dark and a sad drizzle began to fall.
In the ruins of the broken rice garden, wheat waves fluctuated, stained with frost and ravaged by the cold wind.
In front of a grave piled on a hill, Fei LAN, who looked like an old man, trembled, and his firm face was filled with uncontrollable sadness.
His forehead, affixed to the tombstone, was silent.
”Please cheer up, shenting... Can't bear the blow anymore.”
In the wheelchair, the old man seemed to doze off, and it was difficult to open his eyelids.
Vitality, like a candle flickering in the wind, goes out at any time.
But for the sake of the divine court, he forced the flame to burn fiercely to avoid poisonous snakes and beasts from extinguishing this weak flame.
”I see.”
Ferran gently stroked the tombstone. His wife prayed for divinity, overdrawn her vitality, and finally died at the end of her life.
Daughter kana, also cursed by the black magician, left first, bringing great pain to her parents.
He hates
The second daughter, who hated the ruthlessness of fate, was kind-hearted and helped thousands of people, died one after another!
Hate the enemy too insidious, in his secret promotion extraordinary failure, suddenly started, let him regret the beginning!
More hate their own breakthrough failure, lucky to get a life, no strength to protect their families!
”In three days, I will set foot on the golden road.”
Ferran restrained his emotions, and he stood up with a hidden edge in his eyes.
What's more, there was a great momentum of fighting spirit, killing the enemy into a river of blood.
This is a feud!
”It's too urgent. The next batch of materials for the eastern parliament has not been delivered yet. Why not postpone it for a few days and make preparations.”
The old bishop suggested that the sound was like mosquitoes and flies, but it was still heard by Ferran.
”If you divulge the information about my failure to break through, there will be traitors in the divine court. The most important thing is to break through as soon as possible before the principality reacts.”
”Don't worry, in activating the extraordinary fire, I predicted my failure, so I reserved a large number of resources. These are enough.”
Fei LAN took a nostalgic look at the tombstone and hid it in the harvest rice garden.
He suddenly turned around, looked at the gray sky, grabbed it with his empty hand, and his eyes were like a sword, like tearing the sky!
When the old Bishop's body was stiff, he felt that Phelan was carrying a spirit that shocked him.
He suddenly opened his eyes. His old eyes were gray, but vaguely reflected the vision of a golden giant holding a divine sword and killing the enemy's blood in the sky.
Dark clouds recede and disperse, and rosy clouds cover the sky.
This night, a monster was born.
……
”The Oracle, in you, will really exert the real power of the oracle.”
”I have a secret art of prophecy used by the Oracle, which has not yet been named. It is only once in a person's life. I dreamed that in the last war, the Oracle will have unprecedented power, and even the means of the gods can be predicted. At that time, you can take advantage of the spring and autumn trend to complete the great plan of the divine court!”
”But the rolling time and turbulent flow involve the key World War I hundreds of years later. That's the only point I can help you. I'm sorry.”
On the hospital bed, the thin old man wrapped in a quilt was shivering in the snow night.
The handsome man who looked after him was tall, blonde and blue eyed.
”Yes, father.”
Ferran shook his hands. He was always calm, and his mood fluctuated a little.
He added fire to the fireplace, lit gold grade wood, distributed warmth and dissipated the cold, but the old man was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.
The old man insisted on his last strength. In his hand, a volume of newly created secrets was transformed into a roll of pale gold parchment.