People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room - Chapter 539

Lucia is rescued!

The light that fell from the sky destroyed the flesh-and-blood monsters like mountains, and also gave birth to the fanatical belief and determination of the Church of Dawn.

Father Dawn, who had freed up his hand, rescued Lucia at a critical moment.

But she will never be able to rescue Lucia’s best friend.

After losing his father, Rashomon lost his mother and even other relatives again!

Because in the shelter, Lucia did not find Nicola’s relatives.

Yes, the terrifying green beast tide destroyed everything.

The entire city was reduced to ruins, and the surviving residents could only hide in temporary shelters. During the rest of their lives, weeping for the departure of relatives and friends, reminiscing about the horror of the green tide, and hesitating about their future destiny.

“Ms. Lucia, what do you mean, Ms. Nicola is back in my Lord’s arms?”

Father Rhodes’s former close friend looked unbelievable, and his eyes were full of sadness.

“Um.”

Lucia nodded with difficulty, and patted Rashomon, who was so easily coaxed to sleep: “Can the church take him in? When I find Sir Combe, I’ll take him home!”

It’s not that Lucia is cruel, but in this troubled world, entrusting Rashomon to the church is the wisest choice!

I believe Nicola will agree with her approach.

“Of course.” Roz’s friend pondered for a while: “By the way, the monastery is currently short of manpower. If you are convenient, you can come in and help.”

Lucia’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Can I do it?”

After speaking, she was worried about losing this opportunity, and quickly added: “Praise the dawn, this is my honor!”

“Let’s go!”

Ross’s best friend greeted and led Lucia to the temporary monastery of the church, where she settled down.

It is said to be a monastery, but it is actually a villa.

The villa was bustling with children, and a group of women were busy in it.

Crying and shouting, mixed with the smell of foul sweat and feces, made the environment extremely bad.

“I heard that you know a little magic. If necessary, you can use magic to appease them!”

Ross’s friend whispered.

The Green Tide disaster came so suddenly, the church was caught off guard, and the loss of manpower was very heavy.

So much so that the monastery superhumans who had retreated to the second line were all transferred to the front line.

Even the half-eldest children who had just started their monk careers were given extraordinary characteristics and sent to the battlefield.

Of course, only these old and weak women and children are left to the monastery.

Lucia nodded, there was no disgust in her eyes, only unspeakable sadness.

There are countless Rashomon!

It turns out that even magic isn’t everything.

The addition of Lucia did not improve the situation of the monastery, and it even got worse.

Because more and more children are being sent in.

The monastery is operating at almost full capacity.

The nuns can no longer even maintain the dignity of the church, and it is their best effort to ensure that these children do not die.

Lucia even began to long for darkness.

Because only when it is dark, these energetic children will fall asleep.

Only then can she be temporarily relieved from the heavy labor and have a moment of personal time.

Although most of the time, she almost fell asleep.

Life gradually becomes mired in machinery and repetition.

At first, she would still be sad and fearful, but gradually these extravagant emotions were slowly withdrawn from her body, leaving only numbness.

She sometimes even thinks that maybe it would be good to die, at least not to suffer.

‘Lucia… Lucia…’

A gradually clear voice resounded in the chaotic thinking and darkness… a familiar voice? Who is this? It seems like… Sister Nicola?

‘…suicide…suicide soon…too late…’

“Whoo-”

Lucia, who was soundly asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

The faint gas lamp dispels the darkness and spreads out a little faint light.

“Nightmare?”

Thinking of the voice vaguely heard in the dream, a wry smile appeared on Lucia’s face. The recent days have been so bitter that even the subconscious is persuading her to give up!

“Tick…tick…”

As if the sound of water dripping, suddenly and indistinctly came from outside the door.

“This is?”

Lucia was stunned for a moment, only to realize the familiar Waaag sound, which seemed to be more noisy, but even so, it still couldn’t hide the sound of the ticking water.

‘Is the faucet turned off? ’

Lucia thought subconsciously, got up and walked out.

At this time, she seems to be continuing the inertia of thinking before the disaster, completely forgetting that the infrastructure has long been destroyed.

“squeak”

Pushing the door open, Lucia did not go to the bathroom, but walked out of the villa subconsciously.

At this time, the door of the villa, which was already late at night, opened unknowingly, and a small figure sat at the door.

As I got closer, I realized that it was Rashomon.

“Rashomon?”

Lucia subconsciously greeted.

“Aunt Lucia, there are so many mouths in the sky.”

Rashomon turned around and pointed to the sky with a blank face.

“mouth?”

Lucia walked to the door and looked up subconsciously…

just a glance…

what did she see?

The dark sky, like an upside-down devil’s cave, exuded bursts of morbid mourning.

The horror that captured the soul was like a chattering vicious dog, tearing at her internal organs, almost tearing her to pieces.

However, compared to the abomination of things in the air, the tearing of fear is like a gift from the gods, it is the last happiness in the world!

God, what did she see?

Goats, nightmares, spiders, succubuses, lemurs, twisted toads, all the properties of creatures are parodies of that horror.

“Wake up-”

A sudden, as if mixed with a morbid scream, made Lucia suddenly “open” her eyes.

The wind is blowing, and the sun is shining.

“Have a nightmare, Lucia?”

When the voice of concern came, Lucia looked at it blankly, and saw Nicola asked with concern.

Beneath her knees, Rashomon lowered his head and seemed to be playing with toys.

Lucia looked around. Several best friends were sitting aside in twos and threes, either whispering or laughing, enjoying a rare spring picnic after a long cold winter.

“Have you been experimenting with uncontrollable magic recently?” Nicola’s voice came again, with a bit of reproach in her voice.

‘It turned out to be just a dream! ’

Lucia murmured, the dream that was still fresh in her memory when she first woke up, but now that she recalls it carefully, it has become very vague, and she can only remember some fragmented pictures.

“I didn’t… yell?” Lucia asked embarrassedly.

“No! You see if you yell, they can still sit still?”

Nicola pointed to a nearby friend, and couldn’t help but admonish: “Although magic is good, the side effects are still too great, so be careful!”

“Well, I see, Sister Nicola.”

Lucia nodded, patted Rashomon’s head a little embarrassedly, and changed the subject: “Rashomon, will my sister take you to catch the little fish?”

“Shameless, come to lie to my son again.” Nicola scolded with a smile.

Rashomon raised his head, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com stared at his round eyes and said with horror: “Aunt Lucia, your mouth is eating your head.”

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The book is late, and the writing is a bit difficult.

I have imagined the road between the old days and the Outer Gods. I have thought about several routes, and I have also discussed with book friends, but after thinking about it carefully, I found that it is inevitable to fall into the upgrade route of fighting monsters, and the content is becoming more and more difficult to control.

The indescribable taste of Cthulhu is becoming less and less and more difficult to express.

It’s a bit unacceptable that it can only be expressed in supporting roles.

I also imagined that using the protagonist as the old days will lead to the indescribable (group portrait writing) of the supporting roles, but where is the cool point?

This book was originally planned to be more than 2 million words, half of which are in the divine kingdom and the human world, and each other is the golden finger. Unfortunately, due to force majeure, the subsequent human world content has been cut off, so the number of words now is actually about the same.

So the book decided to start wrapping up, and I’ll try to maintain Cthulhu’s madness for the final part.