Chapter 942 Twelve-Year-Old Boy

Staying alone in the dark and cold kingdom of God, sitting alone on the majestic and lonely throne, accompanied by the cold wind blowing around, accompanied by the frost floating in the sky, closing his eyes and not moving, the current state of the God of Hurricane is very bad Extremely.

This is true whether it is a physical state or a psychological state!

Physiologically, Art Dillon, who had resisted the level-level attacks of two legendary ultimate moves, had his soul broken, and the fighting spirit attached to the lance of the legendary knight made his wounds unable to heal even though the gods at this time had not yet He was so seriously injured that he lost his combat effectiveness, but the feeling of being shattered and ravaged deeply into the soul was enough to make any creature tremble in pain.

And psychologically... I have to admit that punk's strategy has been more than half successful, and now Art Dillon is experiencing unprecedented torture from faith.

This time, the sound of desperate prayer he heard was no longer a chaotic din, but a very clear and very hazy desperate sob—it was the soft cry from a little girl believer...

What a heart-wrenching low cry, the God of the Hurricane knew very well that this young believer had done nothing wrong, she was just a naughty child who worked hard to recite the scriptures every day, but now, this innocent The children of all ages will be burned to ashes on the altar of fire for their involvement in this legendary war.

I don't know why, but the childish voice of prayer full of doubts and fears is the most lingering in Art Dillon's ears. Even though other prayer words that are equally heavy and oppressive beat his heart like waves in turn, the bruised god just In any case, it was impossible to ignore this immature cry.

Clenching the giant sword in his hand, biting his lower lip in pain, Artylan suddenly remembered a long, long time ago...he thought of his sister, remembered...he could only use "sad" to describe childhood.

When the future Hurricane God was only a twelve-year-old boy, Art Dillon, who was born in a poor family, had a younger sister who was two months younger than him. Her beautiful long black hair dancing in the wind......

What a lovely girl she is. On winter mornings, the girl who is eager to help her parents run a bakery workshop and sell bread will always drag her ignorant brother up from the bed, and help fold the quilt helplessly. said:

"My lord brother, don't stay in bed, hurry up and clean the steps, the guests are coming."

This sentence is very deep in Art Dylan's memory, because it was the sweetest sentence that almost ran through his entire childhood.

At the same time... It was also the last word his lovely sister ever said to him.

On such a peaceful morning, the girl who had to clean up the steps by herself because she couldn't afford her brother was seen by a noble dude from a small town passing by the street. Her beautiful and clean childish appearance unsurprisingly attracted drunk The evil desire of the dude, so in the morning, the extremely old-fashioned and extremely sad plot was screened in Art Dylan's family as scheduled.

Two guards armed with long swords smashed through the thin wooden door of the bakery. They wanted to arrest Art Dillon's sister for "stealing the lord's property". The owner, brother and sister Art Dylan and his parents could only curl up in a corner and shiver.

And then... just when the little boy who was the elder brother was about to cry from the long sword gestured by the guards, his sister with long black hair resolutely broke free from the arms of her parents and stood in front of the whole family while sobbing softly …………

Art Dylan still remembers the scene of the girl who was not even as tall as the long sword in the guard's hand at that time opened her arms to block herself behind. The back view of Shang Phnom Penh is extremely stubborn and heartbreaking......

"courage"!

At that moment, the young Art Dillon didn't know how much he longed for courage, longed for himself not to tremble in front of the cold sharp blade, longed for himself to rush out and hug his sister, the beast that was born in his heart whimpered. Howling, the bitten lips left blood drop by drop!

But it's a pity... the former Art Dylan never summoned up his courage after all. The person who huddled in the corner with his parents was just a little boy with flour on his hair and clothes. He watched his sister being framed as a criminal in embarrassment. Putting on the shackles, the sound of heavy steel clashing was so cold amidst the foul language of the two guards... Until the little girl was "led" out of the gate by the two guards like an animal, the boy with a pale face Feel the bloody taste that filled your mouth because you bit the tip of your tongue.

Since that day, Art Dillon has never seen his sister again.

"More than 30 million years have passed, and such a long time has passed unconsciously... Isn't such a long time enough for a pathetic boy to gain a little bit of insignificant courage"?

There was chaos in his mind, and the Hurricane God sitting on the throne covered his face with his only left hand, and his five fingers were so hard that he dunked his fingertips into his skull.

Outside the kingdom of God, the weaker and weaker cry of the little believer girl sounded like a rapidly approaching tide in Art Dillon's ears. In the midst of a prayer full of pain, only this desperate sob moved the heart of the god like a torrent of bells. soul…………

I don't know when it started, this crying made of sadness and despair has gradually overlapped with the sobbing of the girl in his memory, and Art Dillon felt as if he had returned to the disgusting room in an instant. In the bakery, he was still the little boy covered in flour, shivering in the corner, with blood on his mouth, but he didn't even dare to move, and his most important sister was being taken away by the vile guards to a famous The blessings of the perverted nobleman and the tragic fate of the little girl are self-evident...

"No"!

Fingers full of divine power scratched the distorted face, and red blood trickled down the chin of the Hurricane God. Hearing the crying sound fading away from his ears, Artylan, with blood-red eyes, fiercely held The epee burst into the air!

"No! I am no longer that powerless coward"!

The twelve-year-old boy in his heart let out a roar like a dying beast, and the hurricane god lingering in frost rushed towards the sky of the Kingdom of God like a ghost crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the anger belonging to the gods finally ignited the dim kingdom of God. At this moment, there is no such thing as recklessness or reason—it’s just that after a full 30 million years of time, the man named Art Dillon The little boy finally found the "courage" he dreamed of in the burning of anger!