Natural disasters and man-made disasters were never moved by one's will.
Even though Old Peter was praying, cursing, begging, or despairing in his heart, the ice storm continued to expand and mercilessly swallowed everything around it. The invisible power of extreme cold outside the ice storm was gently covering the village that Old Peter wanted to leave for tomorrow to search for food in the village with a layer of beautiful ice crystals.
As if it had belatedly realized that disaster was coming, a lizard in the corner let out a high-pitched cry that did not match its small body. It was unknown whether it was for the impending death or for the fact that most of the summer had passed and there was not much life left.
The biting cold wind came to visit first. After a while, Old Peter felt that the temperature seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees. The tattered linen clothes and the little sheepskin coat were not enough to keep out the cold. He barely got up with his lame leg and wanted to close the door.
The thin and weak Christina ran over. Although she was trembling for no reason, she still obediently helped her grandfather close the abandoned wooden door that was full of cracks and moth-eaten marks. It might not be able to withstand much of the cold. She looked at the despairing phenomenon outside. Death was close at hand, and even a healthy adult might be hysterical. However, the little loli who was just five years old was unexpectedly calm.
Old Peter wiped his tears. The terrifying ice storm lit up the world. The windows on the windmill and the old wooden door reflected light. The light in the room was not weak. No wonder Christina could move freely.
Holding his granddaughter who didn't cry or make a fuss, the crippled stonemason was in tears. He had lived for a long time, so it didn't matter if he died. But why was God so cruel? Christina was still so young. She didn't even have a good taste of the sweetness of childhood and the happiness of a family. Her parents died when she was sensible, and she fled everywhere with him. He had been hiding for more than three months, but he had never eaten a full meal or slept well. He didn't know how many times he was so hungry that he almost fainted, and how many times he suddenly woke up from his dreams, wandering around and being in danger. But…but now, even this precarious escape had become an extravagant hope?
The old stonemason was uncultured. He didn't know who was to blame for all of this. He didn't even care if he lived or died. However, when he thought about how little Christina had suffered so much with him, but in the end, she still had to face and bear the impending death like him, he couldn't help but feel as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
For the poor people of this era, faith was the only way to release themselves. However, Old Peter now began to question his faith. When he was hungry, he could endure hunger and stick to his faith. When he was cold, he could endure the ice and pray for light. Even when he was facing a murderous demon, he still believed that he was blessed by an angel. But now, he was confused. Was faith still useful? If that God who had never shown his face, that legendary angel, really existed, why didn't he save us? If the gods were to watch their devout believers die so tragically, what was the use of believing in them?
No matter how unfair fate is to you, it seems to be extremely bad. At times like this, fate would prove them wrong. This was because the worst situation had yet to occur.
No matter what kind of predicament you are in, don't discriminate or be pessimistic. Believe that this is the best arrangement that fate can give you under the current circumstances. If you accept it, you can work hard instead of complaining.
The entire tower echoed with the stonemason's hoarse despair.""God! Why are you so unfair?"
The response to the crippled old man was the howling of the cold wind outside.
Little Christina pulled the crying old Peter.""Grandpa, don't cry. Are you hungry?”，She lowered her head and searched for a while. Then, she carefully took out half a wheat biscuit that was slightly warm from her pocket. She reached out her rough and thin hand and said,"Grandpa, I have food here for you…"
Looking at the piece of wheat cake that was only missing a small mouthful, the crippled old Peter felt extremely uncomfortable. He hugged his granddaughter and cried even more sadly.
The little bug in the corner seemed to have sensed the old stonemason's sadness, and its chirping became more intense.
The power of extreme frost completed the painting of the village in the distance and continued to move toward the windmill tower.
As he listened to the cold wind that was getting thicker and heavier outside, and occasionally heard the strange sound of firewood and stones being twisted and even cracked by the cold, the thin wooden door began to shake violently. Old Peter's heart was dead, and his eyes were dead.
The Pinwheel Tower, which had a radius of less than 10 square meters, suddenly became bright and translucent. There were no glowing objects, but the space was filled with light that seemed to be everywhere. Warm, lively, and a long-lost tranquility enveloped the simple hut. The cold wind and snow outside seemed to have quieted down at this moment.
Old Peter's first reaction was that his eyes were playing tricks on him. However, little Christina's eyes, which were wide open in his arms, were extremely bright. Her pupils were pitch-black like those of a normal person.
This was…true light!
Old Peter, who had lived for more than 50 years, didn't know why he had this idea, but this light was different from any light he saw every day when he woke up.
A big sister who was even more beautiful than the angel in the mural appeared in front of little Christina, who was wondering if she was hallucinating. With her appearance, the thick dust in the room disappeared, and the bugs in the corner stopped their crazy screeching before the disaster. Even the dilapidated windmill tower that had been idle for a while was swept away. It was refreshing.
It seemed that the place where this woman appeared was not allowed to have any negativity, filth, or any negativity.
The grandfather and grandson duo forgot to speak. They stared blankly and forgot to stand up. The fear of death and the decadence of life's oppression had disappeared. There was only peace and tranquility in their hearts.
Yun Yi, who was used to the looks of admiration from mortals, felt the rapid depletion of the dark energy barrier outside. He knew that there was no time to waste. He spread his white angel wings and wrapped around the pair of survivors who had turned from admiration to shock, disappearing from the room.
The discomfort of passing through the wormhole for the first time made Old Peter and little Christina close their eyes at the same time. The chaotic space-time turbulence outside the wormhole was enough to make any human faint at a glance, but the two, who were already mentally weak, only felt dizzy.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun was still shining and the flowers were blooming. He was already close to the border of the Kingdom of Ailan.
Old Peter really felt that his brain was not enough. Or was he actually dead?
He actually saw the legendary angel, and then that woman who looked like the legendary angel? Goddess? After saving him and little Christina in the Pinwheel Tower, they came to a safe place. Then, they saw 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…Oh my god, 11! 11 angels?
Looking at the blue sky and the warm sunset, Old Peter, who still felt a little cold, knocked his head for the third time to see if he was still dreaming. If it wasn't for the fact that he had made a huge profit, he and little Christina would probably have gone to heaven. In the future, they wouldn't have to worry about not having enough to eat, nor would they have to hide from the terrifying man-eating demons.
Little Christina pulled Old Peter's hand that was knocking on her head and shrank to her grandfather's side. She stuck out half of her head and looked at her sister who was wearing a crown and a red cloak. She was obviously different from the other big sisters. Christina was not afraid, but curious.
She had a crown, a cape, and beautiful armor. Other than the bloodstains on her chest, this sister, who looked very comfortable and indescribably beautiful, was dressed like the kings that his grandfather had told him about. However, he had heard that those fat kings were worse than bandits. Other than snatching food and beautiful coins, they only knew how to capture people everywhere and make them slaves. His grandfather had said that once they were captured, they would never come back.
Angel Zhui looked at the two humans with a complicated gaze and sighed.""Queen, these two humans have been cursed by Morgana's Ultimate Curse. Their genes are dying. The genetic makeup of humans is more complicated than us angels. Unless he underwent gene therapy immediately and expelled the energy, he would not be able to live for long.”
It was easy to pour water into the ant cave, but it was difficult to get the water out without damaging the ant cave's structure. If they were in the Angel Nebula, it would not be a problem, but this was Frerzord.
Beside little Christina, a lizard was hopping away. Fortunately, the little bug was at the southernmost part of the wall and was not affected by the cold poison.
There were two fleets of the Yiren civilization in outer space, and they had the conditions for gene treatment. However, there must be a high-level angel beside them using dark energy to expel the power of extreme cold, or else they would die.
Currently, the only high-level Angels in the Angel team were the injured Left Wing Guard Zhui and Holy Guard Yun Yi. Holy Guard Xi Yao was currently heavily injured. The other Angel Warriors were all second-generation Angels, and they were all injured. Dark Energy and high-end combat power were the most scarce things in the Angel team.
It was indeed impressive for Queen Yan to cause a ruckus in the Demon Theocracy Meeting, but the Demon Queen still had the upper hand. If the demon army attacked Frerzord at this time, the queen's safety would be a big problem. After all, the location of the demonic warship was still in the Felizo Star System, only a few hundred light-years away from Frerzord's star map.
She had almost completely inherited Queen Yan's personality. She was also friendly to weak and kind civilizations, but it was impossible for her to do so on the condition that the Queen of Angels had to bear the risk of her safety.
As a three-dimensional world, due to its proximity to the center of the universe, many of Earth's laws could always be verified in a high-level four-dimensional world. It was amazing.
Good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortune never comes alone.
Just like now.
Not knowing that the two-winged demonic warship had been destroyed, the exhausted Angel Corps was still wondering about the next move of the demonic army. As soon as Angel Zhui connected to the City of Angels, he received a piece of shocking bad news.
Apart from Speaker Philip, who was a high-level angel who was a diplomat from various civilizations, all members of the City of Angels 'Council went to the Peacock Nebula to investigate the Void anomaly the day after the Angel Council, and were all disconnected. A small team of 12 Guardian Angel Warriors had all died.
The Angel Nebula shook.
The various factions that had been forcefully suppressed by Queen Yan seemed to have begun to raise their heads again, and undercurrents surged.
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