I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 62 The dust has settled
The huge Holy Cross Sword stood on the wasteland. On this day, almost everyone noticed that a huge light was coming from the Winterhold Fortress.

In addition, if you are a resident closer to Winterhold Fortress, you will notice this cross.

They didn't know what had happened. After all, the land of Wasteland Territory had made too many people numb.

But when looking at the cross and the holy light, everyone will involuntarily feel pious and restless.

After all, every citizen of the wasteland who strives to survive has hope.

Wyatt stood in the mangrove forest that was about to become part of the pure white land, waiting for someone.

Hetty fell from the endless darkness and finally came to the mangrove forest.

She had dreamed of this mangrove forest several times, and almost every time she was awakened, Hetty could feel a pair of malicious eyes staring at her.

She knew very well that it was Bruno who discovered her, and she also knew that this mangrove forest was Bruno's alternate dimension.

But at this moment, the nightmarish mangroves were slowly being swallowed up by the whiteness, as if the pure land had invaded the mangroves.

And in this alien space that was about to collapse, Hetty met Wyatt.

Hetty knew full well that it was Wyatt who did it.

"You seem to have done something really remarkable."

"It's us."

"Oh?"

"As you know, the current pollution in the Wasteland Territory comes from three parties: heretics, dragon bones, and your mother."

"After Bruno's death, the pollution of heresy will be greatly reduced, birth will become history, and the tree planters will eventually withdraw from the Wasteland Territory."

"The influence of the dragon bones is difficult to eradicate, but it is the least influential of the three pollution sources. After all, the dragon bones are not in the Wasteland Territory."

"As for your mother, the half-apostle Son of God No. 1, her pollution will roam the Wasteland Territory like a ghost, and it will be difficult for me to purify it."

Hearing this, Hetty looked lost.

The Wasteland Territory welcomed a savior, but even so, he was unable to save the land.

But at least Bruno is dead, and the heresy rampant in the Wasteland Territory will settle down. With the reduction of rituals, sacrifices and other behaviors, pollution will continue to decrease.

The current situation is already very rare, and we should not be disappointed.

"But I have another solution for the pollution of Son of God No. 1."

"any solution?"

"Emotions are the best way to cause pollution, and evil spirits feed on them. From a macro perspective, good gods and evil gods are the same kind of creatures, so I left behind a huge formation."

Wyatt snapped his fingers, and the cross sword in reality disintegrated. The scattered starlight scattered on the ground, turning into blood vessel-like lines, taking root in the land of the Wasteland Territory.

At the same time, Hetty discovered that the ground beneath her feet actually revealed the entire picture of that huge formation.

It's really amazing, a complex formation that stretches as far as the eye can see, is this really something that a person can leave behind?
"The main function of this formation is to imprison the pollution of Son of God No. 1 and then slowly purify it. Whether the effect is obvious depends on whether the power is strong, and the power of the formation is also emotion."

"So I need more people to have hope and believe that the Wasteland Territory can get better. I also need someone to lead everyone and make this hope come true."

"The most important point is that as her offspring, the one who is most deeply connected to the pollution, she can believe more than anyone else that the Wasteland Territory can become better."

Hetty knew exactly who Wyatt was talking about, and she couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect that the director could be so boastful sometimes.

However, Hetty secretly vowed that she would not let him down. The Wasteland Territory would definitely get better. She believed this more than anyone else.

Because that's what her mother taught her.

"Then at the last moment, there is one very important thing to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Hetty Shelley, infected with the evil spirit of "evolution", confirmed as a natural disaster-level fallen person, now detained in the Fourth Fallen Internment, fallen person number S-4-008, is there anything else you want to say?"

"..."

"Why are you surprised? I have marked you all, so you will definitely be taken in. None of you can escape." "Haha, none of you can escape? That's not bad either. As you wish, dear director~"

The mangroves had been completely engulfed, and a strong light bloomed between the two of them. It was not dazzling, and it was a sign of returning to reality.

Both of them knew very well that the battle was over.

It is the victory of the Wasteland Territory.

…………

The huge cross sword shattered without warning, and the sacred aura it released swept across the entire battlefield, taking away all unclean pollution.

Dorothy, who was in a trance, suddenly felt warm all over. Her thoughts gradually became clearer and she felt very comfortable.

All the abnormalities on her body disappeared, the girl's skin was still smooth, and those strange branches had long been purified into ashes.

Dorothy's five senses began to work, and she heard a crackling sound behind her, as if the trees were on fire.

She felt mixed emotions and subconsciously straightened up and looked back.

But what was approaching was darkness.

After feeling it carefully, Dorothy smelled a simple fragrance. This thing covering her head also had the warmth of someone.

Dorothy pulled off her windbreaker, revealing her messy hairy head, and she immediately found the tall figure.

He stood beside him, looking at the main battlefield ahead.

Over there, the sky was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

Wyatt has a cross star pendant wrapped around his hand and is praying.

May the noble soul never suffer again.

May the brilliant will never be tarnished.

May the light of the Kingdom of God shine upon you.

This is a prayer for our deceased colleagues, hoping that they will no longer suffer.

"Feel sorry……"

Wyatt put away the pendant, looked at Dorothy who was kneeling beside him, then knelt down on one knee with a look of relief on his face.

Wyatt fixed her hair and put on her trench coat, while also giving her the recognition she deserved.

"Well done, you protected me."

"Really……"

"Of course it's true. Take a good rest and I'll take you home."

Relief suddenly welled up in her, and Dorothy felt tired and weak all over.

She has always been outspoken and hates letting her guard down, but that won't be the case this time.

No matter how strong a person is, he or she has a soft side.

Wyatt picked up Dorothy and turned to walk towards the Winterhold Fortress.

Dorothy was wrapped in Wyatt's gray windbreaker and fell asleep peacefully in Wyatt's arms. Wyatt could even hear her breathing.

Dorothy held Wyatt's clothes tightly on his chest with one hand, and did not let go even when he fell asleep.

Maybe she didn't want to lose the chance to seize the opportunity. After all, it would be uncomfortable to be left behind suddenly.

Dorothy dreamed of a familiar scene.

Surrounded by fellow inmates, the painful resurrection of evil, and a warm embrace.

The wandering life seems to have found its home at this moment.

(End of this chapter)