Alien Knights

After coming out of the soul space and sitting on the chair in the audience room, Todd carefully recalled every detail of his arrival in this world.

Now, the Church of Heavenly Father has been completely destroyed, Taylor City has become a land of walking corpses, and the death plague has spread and spread almost everywhere.

If you hadn't arrived, would the world have been a better place?

Although your words and deeds are well-intentioned, may they unintentionally push the world one step closer to destruction?

If the balance of fate judges me, will I be a sinner?

Every time he thinks of this, Todd always shudders in the depths of his soul.

"Your Majesty, Lady Deirdre is here."

Hearing the doorman's voice, Todd put away his thoughts: "Ask her to come in."

Dressed in a pale red gown, Deirdre's beauty dwarfed all the flowers in the garden.

"Your Majesty, I brought you the fruit tea you like."

Todd stood up, came to the sofa, and motioned for Deirdre to come to him.

Deirdre sat down next to Todd obediently, poured a cup of fruit tea, placed it in front of Todd, and said softly: "You look very tired."

"When I left, everyone was able to fulfill their responsibilities consciously, but when I came back, everyone pushed the problem to me. That's how weird things are."

Deirdre rested her head on Todd's shoulder: "Because you are the king of all and the faith of believers."

Todd smiled bitterly: "You know this is not what I want."

Deirdre raised her head: "What exactly do you want?"

Todd looked into the other person's eyes and said softly: "Deirdre, listen to me, if I want to take you to a place far away..."

"Very far? Are you going to the north?"

"No, it's farther than that, much farther."

Deirdre bit her lip, as if she had guessed what the other party meant: "You once promised me that you would stay here."

Todd replied: "I will continue to perform the duties of the king here, but one day, when I have completed my duties, this country can operate on its own and no longer needs me. That day may be the time for me to leave..."

"What about our daughter Aurora?"

"She'll come with us."

Instead of waiting for the answer he wanted, Todd saw an uneasy or even frightened face.

"Todd, I'm scared."

Deirdre's answer was something Todd couldn't understand: "What are you afraid of?"

"When I was a child, everyone in the clan said that I was a cursed person. Some even suggested that I be used as a sacrifice to the gods."

"When I got a little older, I was regarded as a burden and was pushed out by my family impatiently. I was forbidden to go back, even to take a look."

"When I got a fiancé, my father broke the engagement and sent me to hell, making me live in hatred and pain tomorrow."

Deirdre grabbed Todd's arm: "My love, you know what? This is the happiest time in my life, and I can't imagine a better time than this. I don't want to change. , I am also afraid of facing the unknown. I have prayed more than once, hoping that time will loop today and never move forward."

Todd tried to persuade her: "If you don't move forward, how will you know that the future will not be as good as the present?"

Deirdre said to Todd in an almost pleading tone: "But everything is so good to me now that it makes me extremely happy, so why should I expect extravagantly about the future?"

Todd closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

One month later, the capital of the Abbasid Empire, the Inner Temple.

The haggard Saladin lay on the big velvet bed, looked at Aden beside him, and asked weakly: "How much time do I have?"

Aden opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

"Soon, isn't it?" Saladin's face looked calm: "It's better to know that the deadline is coming than to wait endlessly."

Catching a glimpse of a black figure in the corner of his eye, Saladin waved his hand, indicating that Aden could retreat.

When Saladin was the only one left in the huge room, the black figure slowly walked to the head of his bed.

He took off the hood of the cloak and smiled at Saladin with his pale throat.

Saladin also smiled: "For so many days, you are the only one who shows up here on time every day."

Throat Bone stretched out his bone-white arm to the right, and a chair was pulled in front of him from a distance.

Throatbone sat down and said to Saladin: "Maybe you can't hear it, but there is a fierce quarrel going on in the front hall."

Saladin was not surprised: "It's my sons and ministers."

"In your will, you ordered peace talks with Muxi City, giving up large tracts of land in the north and east of the empire, and even giving up the Holy City. These orders have aroused the dissatisfaction of many people."

"I knew they would not obey these orders, and I never expected them to carry them out," Saladin said.

"Then why are you still doing this?"

"As Caliph, these are my final suggestions for the Empire."

Throatbone rubbed his neck: "I still don't understand. You want to save this empire, but you are unwilling to cooperate with me... Ahem... Sorry, this thing is a little bit..."

Saladin nodded slightly: "Take it down, there is no one else here, I'm used to seeing it anyway."

Throatbone shrugged, stretched his hands to his neck, peeled off the flesh at the joint, and slowly lifted the human skin on his head bit by bit, revealing a skull that glowed with light blue light.

Shaking his head, he opened his mouth wide and let out a breath. The light blue light slowly spread out from his body between breaths.

Looking at the pale blue light particles floating in front of his eyes, Saladin seemed to see thousands of faces struggling in pain. They were rolling and twisting in the light, trying to escape but being tightly bound together.

"I'm often curious about what the dead soul represents. If God allows it to exist, what is the meaning of its existence?"

Throatbone glanced at Saladin and said, "Join the Undead, and you will have endless time to think about everything."

Saladin closed his eyes and said, "Throatbone, we have discussed this matter countless times."

The jaw of the throat bone opened and closed: "Yes, yes, you long for peace, you yearn for peace, Baraba LS Latin opened his eyes: "Let's get to the point, what are you going to say today? "

Throatbone sat on the chair, touched his chin and thought for a while, then said: "I am still very interested in something we discussed before."

"What?"

“Where did God come from?”