Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"despair."

Aiwen stopped in front of the town, not because he was afraid, but because he was physically stopped.

"The city wall is so high, this is not right." Aiwen noticed something wrong at first sight.

Putting aside whether this small town is worthy of such an ancient, tall and sturdy city wall, the foul smell on the city wall is enough to make Aiwen make a judgment.

The tiny vampire was unworthy of holding such a curse. It was the true red mark left by the Red Moon, the cursed blood that polluted the planet, and the powerful supernatural power that enabled Zun to be established as the ancestor.

"Yes, it's [Idea Blood], the Principle Blood Ring of the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor."

In Aiwen's vision at this moment, the dead lines on the city wall in front of him were so sparse that they were almost invisible, and they were constantly changing their positions, just like a living creature.

"...It's so ugly. This curse is so strong that it's disturbing."

Aiwen's face was filled with disgust. This was the first time he had openly expressed negative emotions. In his eyes, this city wall was no different from a pile of bloody and rotting corpses.

"The twenty-second of the twenty-seven ancestors, Claudius Petatolazzi?"

Recalling the list of ancestors of the Dead Apostles that his teacher taught him, Aiwen found the suspected individual.

"His principle blood ring is [City, Kingdom], which is very similar to this filthy wall. No wonder even the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception can't see through any flaws."

"But that alone won't stop me. No matter what the Dead Apostles try to do, I'll be there for them."

There was a smileless arc on his face, and the gray light deep in his chest shone again, and the fourth method was activated silently.

Like an expanding domain or a moving altar, the space beside Aiwen kept fluctuating, and the fabric of the planet dissolved and dissipated silently.

Within this small world with a radius of five meters, the environment of the Age of Gods reappeared on the surface, and true ether leaked out from this gap.

But all these are just side effects. Aiwen's main goal is the cursed wall in front of him.

Ordinary magic cannot shake this solidity, and Zhisi can hardly provide any convenience this time. The principle of Zu can be called an independent personal law, which is almost impossible to break except for conceptual-level weapons or great magic.

But for Aiwen, it was just a nuisance.

With his white hair flowing, his beautiful figure rushed straight towards the city wall at such a speed that one wondered if he intended to die on the bricks and stones.

"sand."

An imperceptible sound was heard, and then it returned to silence. The wall in front of him was like a fortress made of sand, which was touched by a powerful force and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

The collision did not occur, because the city wall in front of Aiwen no longer existed, as if it had been eaten by an unknown giant mouth of the void, leaving only a straight and flat corridor.

"Ouch!!!"

Heart-wrenching wails could be heard from the town, as sharp and piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Aiwen knew that it was Zu's cry of pain.

Because he completely destroyed a corner of the curse wall, destroying its essence along with it, the ancestor who was connected to the curse would not be able to fare well either.

One step, two steps, the corridor becomes deeper and deeper, but just as the night before dawn is darkest, after the depth, the view in front of you suddenly becomes clear.

But here, dawn may not come after darkness.

The scene you see after breaking through the city wall will probably make you feel that it would be better not to break through.

"..."

Aiwen remained silent, and even though everything in front of him was a disgusting rusty red, he did not waver in the slightest.

He already knew what kind of scene the Dead Apostles would cause. Their failure to protect themselves was due to humanity's own lack of survival ability. There was no need to feel resentment or anger.

But on the other hand, the feeling of disgust lingered. Aiwen hated the Dead Apostles out of his own ideas.

Looking up, I saw a series of evil scenes unfolding in the town: biting, chasing, torturing, and slaughtering...

This place has become a kingdom of death, and no one can be saved.

Aiwen remained silent and solemn.

"I'm late, what a shame. All we can do now is hunt down the Dead Apostles. For now, I'll let the Glutton accompany you."

But just as Aiwen finished saying this, a faint scream was heard from the church in the distance.

Chapter 50: There is no need for the Lord in Heaven

"Is there anyone still alive?"

Aiwen felt very strange. He immediately changed his plan and rushed to the church first, but deep down, he was not optimistic about the situation of the caller.

The town has fallen and become a feast for the dead. There is no reason why the church should remain unscathed.

Rather, no matter which city, as long as the Dead Apostles infect the entire town, they will first attack the church.

Whether it was out of personal grudges or threats, the Dead Apostles were destined not to let the church go.

As expected, when Aiwen arrived at the church door, the despair and fear coming from inside were almost transformed into tangible resentful spirits.

"But I heard correctly. There is indeed a breath of life inside. Since she is able to make a cry, it proves that she is still human."

There are still people who can be saved.

With this view in mind, Aiwen walked towards the church. Seeing this, a large number of dead people and zombies at the door staggered forward.

But these brainless vampires have no ability to distinguish between strong and weak, and are like flies flying into the fire, with only one way to go, which is destruction.

Aiwen didn't even think of using the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, and didn't even need to stop.

To him, these moving corpses were so fragile that the moment they approached his body, the system framework that maintained their existence was destroyed, and they instantly turned into magic power and returned to the earth.

The gap in strength was so great that even comparison seemed ridiculous. To Aiwen, who was a little more serious at this time, only Zu Neng could be considered an enemy that he could contend with for a while.

Ignoring the corpses that came over and died automatically, the tall and solemn church gate in front of him was already covered with blood and flesh debris, and no trace of its original holiness was left.

Aiwen didn't even think of reaching out to touch it. He walked straight past it, letting the door meet the same fate as the corpses.

At this point, the scene before him was clear. Under the illumination of the scarlet light, Aiwen saw the remnants of the human race.

The church itself became a vessel, fermenting twisted cries within it. In the central pit, layers of muscle tissue crisscrossed, mixed with nails, bone stumps, and clumps of dirty hair.

"It's a crucible of malice."

Aiwen didn't like this atmosphere. He flicked his fingers lightly, and magic power traveled throughout the church according to his will. All the barriers and rituals set up by the dead apostles dissipated like bubbles.

Fresh air was drawn into the church, replacing the bloody smell. Aiwen looked down at the bottom of the pit, where a naked interpretation of the scene of hell was revealed.

But within this picture, there are indeed a small number of survivors.

Perhaps it is the bad taste of the person who arranged it, or perhaps it is the strong will, the spirits of these people who live in disgrace have not been alienated.

In the middle of it, a girl of about twelve or thirteen was looking up at the top of the church with an empty gaze. Suddenly, beautiful silver-white flowers broke into her originally lifeless vision.

Her heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly began to beat.

"Help, help me..."

"Well, you asked me for help."

"God" smiled and responded to her wish: "Okay, I'll come and save you."

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It was a day no different from any other, just as noisy, irritable and boring as always.

I couldn't help but think that this kind of life day after day is so boring. I want to grow up quickly and go out into the world.

But the result is what we see before our eyes.

The holiday celebration turns into a nightmare, and everyone in the town is caught up in a tragic game.

His arrogance was shattered, and when he woke up, everything he was familiar with in the past turned into a muddy beach of flesh and blood.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! This isn't the change I wanted. Let me go back to the past and put an end to all this!"

Noyer offered the most devout prayers of his life to God, and kept praying, but nothing happened in the end.

Even though he was incredibly lucky and managed to escape to the church with the help of a foreign student who often visited the cafe, nothing good happened to him.

"Why? What did we do wrong? Everyone, including mom and dad, are dead..."

The sudden shock made her unable to think normally anymore. She didn't feel anything was real when she fell into the pit of flesh and blood with everyone else. Did everything before her really happen?

Noyer felt his hands and feet were light, and his mind seemed to be calmly analyzing the current situation, but his hands and feet seemed tired and too lazy to move.

"I will die here with everyone else."

He vomited out the thoughts in his heart, immersed himself exhaustedly in the sea of blood, and let his hair be stained with the disgusting fishy smell.

But the magical thing is that he felt a sense of security in his heart. Noyer felt comforted for some reason because he experienced the same thing as everyone else.

Therefore, it is time to give up and let the spirit die. If you stop thinking, you will not see what is in front of you. Just go to sleep.

"Help……"

But for some reason, even though the spirit has clearly surrendered, the body still seems to want to fight one last time.

"It's obviously futile." Noel sneered at himself.

"No one will come to save us. Even the Lord in heaven can't hear our prayers. Maybe the Lord isn't in heaven at all?"

As she thought about this, her eyes gradually became empty.

——"You asked me for help."

Until these words awakened everything in her, and her human senses recovered from hell, she crawled desperately.

"help me!"

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"The crying stops here. From now on you have to stay strong on your own."

After patting the little girl who was crying loudly in his arms, Aiwen picked her up "indifferently" without giving her more time to vent.

"Sir, are you leaving?" Noyer's eyes, red and swollen from crying, suddenly widened. He wiped his tearful face carelessly and asked in a low voice.

"I still have to go outside. Those vampires haven't left yet. It seems like they're performing some big ritual. I can't let them complete it comfortably."

"But, but if you leave, we here..."

There was no need to finish what he said. Noyer just looked back at the people huddled in the corner, and everything was said without words.

"Well, that's definitely a problem."

He casually threw out a blow, smashing the vampires that broke into the church. Aiwen felt that it was really not good to leave these people like this.

"Since I've saved someone, I have to save them to the end. Otherwise, if I give them hope and then send them despair, that would be my crime."

"That being said, we can't take them to the front lines. That would be suicide."

Aiwen thought for a moment, observing the condition of all the survivors.

"Most of them are mentally exhausted, which is unavoidable, but such people are incapable of resistance."

He looked around and finally set his sights on Noelle, the only one who could still communicate. The girl's hands and feet were trembling with stress, but the light in her eyes had not yet gone out.

"In the end, I can only choose this girl. At least she still has the will to live."

Aiwen made a decision. He stretched out his hand, and a ball of golden light shone in his palm.

"Noyer, do you want to have the power to protect everyone?"

Chapter 51: Rebirth in a Nightmare

"Oh, me, me? No, I don't have that kind of power. I can't do anything at all. I can't save mom and dad, I can't protect everyone..."