Raising Octopus Juvenile - Chapter 89

Lena is gone, her room is tidy as usual, without any signs of intrusion.

“She left by herself?” Bode speculated as he looked at the opened corner.

Cecil closed his eyes and thought quietly. After a while, she opened her eyes and sighed softly: “Lina is probably going to the Star Crossing secretly.”

“Why did she do this?” Bode asked strangely.

Cecil: “Because she has always held strong guilt and self-blame for me-especially after knowing that my death date is approaching.”

Hearing this, Bode frowned slightly: “She wants to pray for help from the gods?”

“She was indeed shaken.”

Cecil moved his gaze slightly and landed on Lena’s diary beside the bed. The diary was spread out, with a line of beautiful and messy small prints written on it-“God, please save my sister.”

“Once her heart is shaken, she can only seek help from the Star Cross Society. After all, now, only the Star Cross Society can give her hope, right?”

Cecil closed the diary smoothly, and his blue eyes looked out the window faintly.

By now, she had thought about a lot of things clearly.

For example, Marty is the leader of the Stars Cross, for example, the mutant is a product of his creation.

For example, the source of all this is because the tentacles dropped off by Lenny polluted the water source of the fishing village. For example, she was destined to die from a very early time.

It’s just that a bit of blood that is not pure is enough to make people crazy and change, let alone her who has been in close contact with the Lord.

Even if she didn’t drink Lenny’s blood, she couldn’t bear such a huge spiritual power based on the initial synaesthesia, right?

She would become the “Holy Communion” for this reason.

But Cecil didn’t understand why Marty did this, and why Renault wanted to accompany him. as well as–

Cecil looked at the boy aside and asked, “Lanny, why did you show up in that fishing village?”

“Because…” Lanni looked down slightly, as if recalling, “I heard the call.”

Cecil: “Calling your voice?”

Lanny lowered his eyebrows displeasedly: “Well, it’s noisy.”

“Then why does your blood stick to that stone?” Cecil asked unhurriedly.

Lanny squeezed the tips of his dark hair like crow feathers, and said nonchalantly, “Um… let me think about it. After I fell off a little bit, I continued to sleep. But I remember that little bit turned into It seems that Xiao Qi empress was caught by a few human children.”

Cecil couldn’t help frowning: “What did they do to Xiaoqi?”

Lanny shrugged: “Smash it into mud with a rock.”

Cecil: “…”

Although knowing that it was just a small tentacles that Lannie didn’t want, Cecil was still angry.

“Aren’t you angry at the time?” She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her anger.

Lanny shook his head, her pale and beautiful face had a purity of incomprehension.

“I was sleeping, I didn’t feel it.”

That said, but Cecil was still upset.

“What’s more, it’s not me anymore.” Lannie blinked his eyes and smiled happily. “Even if it is not smashed, it will be eaten by me soon.”

Cecil: “…”

Bode: “…”

Thinking about it this way, my mood suddenly feels much better. Cecil’s expression eased, and suddenly realizing that Lannie was comforting her, another warm current surged in his heart.

“In short, we are not yet sure where Lena went.” Bode groaned slightly and suddenly said, “I’ll go to her now. You two stay at home honestly, don’t go anywhere.”

“No, I want to go too.” Cecil retorted firmly, “You may not be able to persuade her. Besides, I also want to see that person…”

Bode: “Who? Marty?”

“Yeah.” Cecil looked down at his palm, “Even if I don’t see him, he will find him sooner or later.”

“Then I want to go too.” Lanny blinked and immediately agreed.

“Do you think this is an outing…” Bode held his forehead helplessly and sighed deeply, “Forget it.”

He lowered his hand, and the peripheral light swept across Cecil’s profile.

If he can, he also wants to pray to the gods.

Pray for Cecil to live healthy, even if he exchanges his lifespan at all–

If a **** really exists, will he hear his voice?

Cecil took the compass Marty gave her before setting off.

For some reason, she always felt that she should return the compass to Marty.

The night is silent, a huge full moon hangs in the night sky, and the howling of monsters echoes in the foul air.

There are no more people living in the empty streets, and the whole king is like a huge dead city.

The remaining humans either locked themselves at home or fled into the church with money, where the Star Crossing Society would give them food and arrange shelter for them.

The human beings staying there are absolutely safe, because they have been “protected by the old gods.”

Cecil glanced at the remaining limbs on the side of the road, and whispered: “Why doesn’t the Star Cross Society accept all its citizens?”

While dealing with the oncoming mutators, Bode replied: “The number is too large for them to accept. What’s more, they only accept devout believers. People who believe in different from their beliefs are not eligible for their protection. “

“Will there still be people who don’t believe in their god?”

“There will always be some dead-headed people, right?” Bode smiled vaguely. “Like you, like me, like your little pet.”

Cecil: “I have a different belief from them.”

Bode glanced at her and continued: “Besides, you have seen it too. These mutants need food, and someone has to play such a role.”

Cecil nodded: “The greater the threat of the mutator, the higher the status of the Star Cross.”

Bode bends the corner of his lower lip and acquiesces to her statement. During the conversation between the two, a few mutants who turned into humanoid maggots rushed out from the darkness on both sides, and rushed towards Cecil, drooling and shouting “Holy Supper” with a left and right attack.

“Be careful!” Just as Bod was about to cast a spell, a few thick tentacles instantly pierced the body of the mutant, spraying a lot of blood.

Bode stagnated and looked down the tentacles, and saw Lenny squinting at him with contempt.

The pitch-black tentacles curled and entangled, extending from behind Lenny’s waist, swimming slowly like a long snake in the dark night.

“Cecil,” Bode turned his head complicatedly, and said to Cecil, “Are you sure you want to be with this guy?”

“What about it?” Cecil gave him an angry look and touched the tangled tentacles. “You don’t know how well Lenny is.”

Lenny raised his mouth in contentment, showing a cat-satisfied smile.

Bode: “…”

He looked unpredictable: “I don’t want to know either.”

Under the path of Bode and Lanni, the three of them went unimpeded and soon arrived at the largest Saint Rosas Cathedral in the capital.

The night was heavy, and the air around the church was hazy and humid, as if shrouded in hazy mist. The cold moonlight poured down, reflecting this magnificent and solemn building sacred and noble, looking up, as if he was bathing in the light of a god.

“Are you sure Lena will be here?” Bode looked at the cathedral ahead, his gray eyes deeper than ever.

He could hear the prayers coming from the church, neat and pious, revealing faint madness.

“I’m not sure,” Cecil looked at the compass in his hand, the golden pointer pointed straight at the church, as if it were a fateful guide, “…I can only gamble.”

She lifted her foot and was about to step onto the pure white marble steps.

The door of the church opened suddenly and slowly.

Countless believers came out from behind the door. They lowered their heads, lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes, and spontaneously separated a path from the middle, allowing the man in the priest’s costume to walk out slowly.

The priest looked at Cecil kindly and whispered: “Are you also our believer?”

Cecil glanced at Lenny beside him.

“Who is your god?”

“It is an ancient and great old god, and the supreme creator of the world.” The priest has a pious demeanor and a peaceful voice.

Cecil chuckled, “I’m asking about more specific concepts.”

The priest raised his eyes to look at her: “The great old gods must not be looked at directly, nor can they be described, nor can they be said. Your questions are too stupid and too frivolous to be a believer of God.”

“So you haven’t seen God either?” Cecil was indifferent.

“We know his existence.”

Cecil snorted and stopped having any meaningless conversations with him. She looked at the group of believers with dull eyes, and her fingertips lit up with a blue flame, which flickered slightly in the night, like rippling sea light.

“Mr. priest, can you let us in?” she smiled, “I want to find someone.”

“You are not believers of God, and you cannot step into a holy place.” The priest’s expression remained unchanged. “But the person you are looking for wants to see you, and God is willing to give him care.”

His voice fell, and one of the densely packed followers came out.

He has a refined temperament and blond hair. Although the shadow enveloped his face, Cecil recognized the man at a glance by the familiar silhouette.

“Father?” She frowned slightly and called out.

This somewhat rickety middle-aged man is her father, Kevin Levitt.

Kevin took a few steps forward, the moonlight illuminating his face.

He looked older than before, and when he looked at Cecil, a huge surprise burst into his eyes.

“Edith… are you here too?”

Cecil was startled slightly.

This is the mother’s name.