A ray of orange light, like twilight, appeared in the sky. Shadows like mud, broke into pieces and retreated in fear. Then, a red sun jumped out of the horizon, and the entire city was shrouded in the morning light. The dilapidated city made of yellow sand seemed to have life in this short moment.

The darkest moment has passed, and the hottest day is coming.

Leo hid in the shadow of the roof, sat on the ground and panted against the wall. "Just wait here?"

"It's here." The desert warrior stayed beside him, and from time to time he leaned out to check. He turned his head, frowned, and expressed his anxiety. "Are you sure you have no problem?"

"Don't worry, it won't get in the way, nor will it drag you down." Li Ou said hard. He couldn't understand why everyone distrusts him and exerts sympathy. He can't die, and he is not a waste. One hand can still do many things. "It's you," he sneered coldly, "Has the gods really given you a metaphor?"

The desert warrior stared at him with cold eyes, "I won't doubt it."

"I thought it was just auditory hallucination."

The erect anger made the other party hold the handle of the axe. He looked at it without fear, ignoring the cold axe blade. But after a moment, the desert warrior first hung down his shoulders. "White Devil, they said you have no faith." He said coldly, "I thought it was an exaggeration, but now, I believe it."

"We are the unbelievers in your eyes, and I have never denied it."

The desert warrior whispered, "You are just a group of poor people." His eyes hurt Leo, and he looked like he was pity. He was so fed up!" "Although I don't know why the gods chose you. But if you don't want to, you can get out, why do you look like you seek death?"

The feeling of disguise is always so uncomfortable. Leo was completely silent. The pain in his left hand was so severe that it eroded his body and soul, swallowed his strength and will. He was trapped in the mud in the nightmare and was swallowed in despair. Insteps, calves, waist, chest, neck... He struggled hard but fell faster, trying his best to call for help but could not get a response. The mud spread to his mouth and nose, and he began to suffocate, his vision began to blur, and there was no one around...

"You'd better go back or you'll die here." said the desert warrior calmly.

Go back? Go back and continue to endure questioning and mercy? The ridiculous and sad self-esteem in his heart will never allow him to do this. "Unless I die." He told the other party, "I'm waiting to confirm the miracle in your mouth."

Keep your mouth in mind! He just wants to slap himself in the face. However, it was too late and the words could not be taken back. The anger in the eyes of the desert warrior appeared again, and he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

As time goes by, the sun rises higher and higher, and the bronze statue of a woman not far away emerges from her body. If this is a miracle, he can create countless such miracles. Hundreds of residents walked out of the house in their clothes and gathered on the dusty streets. The street filled with people seemed like a colorful dragon. Men, women, young and old, all of them were shouting the words "Long Live" and "Mother" all the way forward towards the bronze statue. But there were too many people. Li Ou never thought that a dilapidated city in the desert could accommodate so many mice. They were shoulder to shoulder, and under the scorching sun, people fell to the ground due to crowding and pushing, causing a riot.

Soon, the square where the woman was located was densely packed with people. They worshiped and offered tributes in the mountains and seas. The air began to smell the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of wine, and... the strong smell of blood. Leo knew that those guys were like Rava Qiao Lei, offering blood from unknown animals or humans.

A few salutes exploded, and the trombone roared.

"Here you." The desert warrior whispered, "They're you."

The pastor and devout believers surrounded the bishop and walked towards the woman statue. They wore sacred white robes and when they reached the throne of God, they knelt three times and nine times, showing their piety. The surroundings suddenly became quiet. The believers followed His movements, knelt down together, and touched the ground with their foreheads. Hundreds of golden scimitars guarded the altar with full arms. They seemed to have been painted with golden ointment, and their bodies were shining.

After all the routine was completed, the bishop began to preach. Leo was not interested in listening to the other party's nonsense. He rolled a soft fur on the ground, spreading only a few bottles of medicine inside. His fingers passed by the cold medicine bottle, and finally picked up one of them. He thought for a while, raised his head and drank it, and threw the bottle aside.

The pulse beat violently, and the chill immediately surged up. The sunlight near noon could not dispel the coldness of his body. So his body shivered uncontrollably, and a beast-like roar came from his throat.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the desert warrior.

Leo raised his head, and the desert warrior was startled.

"The side effects of the medicine." The difficult time has passed. The pain has disappeared. The strength has returned to him. Li Ou let out a long breath, stood up and moved his body. The joints make a rattle.

"But you are like this..."

"More like a devil?" He shrugged indifferently. He knew that he looked like a monster now. The beech, bat teeth, and the dust of the dead made his face thin, scales grow, and a slight bulge on his forehead seemed to be about to break free from the cage and break out of the cocoon. "It's better than death, isn't it?" His smile can only be described as horrible.

The desert warrior showed fear on his face, and his throat was extremely harsh.

He would be afraid too? If he had known this, Leo thought that he would have become like this earlier. However... he looked at his hands and decided to throw the side effects caused by the accumulation of toxins aside. That was not the problem that he should be worried about now. At least, he is no longer a weak patient. He put away other medicines and put them in close proximity. He had a premonition, and he could still use them next to it.

The bishop of the female magician's entourage, named Monroe Celte, was passionate and tireless. The bewitching words didn't stop for a moment until the sun rose to the top of his head. However, everyone seemed tireless, thirsty and hungry, and their faces were full of fanatical beliefs and eager expectations. In this situation, Li Ou felt no slight heat in his blood, only felt palpitations and chills all over his body. "A group of irrational madmen." He murmured.

Suddenly, a cheer came from the square.

Leo poked his head out of the shadow and saw Bishop Monroe raise his hands high, and countless petals and red blood were thrown onto the platform by the priest. "A new era is coming," Bishop Monroe shouted loudly, "Cheer, children of the Great Desert Mother, we will witness the miracle moment when the goddess descends to earth with her own eyes!" He wanted to see how the other party ended.

But everything was beyond his expectations.

The blood and the powder that floated in the air were all absorbed on the bronze statue of the woman as if it was attracted.

"Did you hear anything?"

The desert warrior shook his head, "It's too noisy around. I heard nothing except cheers." He looked at Leo strangely, "Did you find anything? Or your auditory hallucination."

I hope it would be auditory hallucinations. But the ups and downs mixed with cheers became clearer and clearer. The magic gathered over the square and gradually formed a huge vortex, like a cage, locking all the foolish believers who were kept in the dark and cheering eagerly. The scorching sun above my head became more and more intense, but Li Ou felt a gust of wind. The wind blew, first a cool breeze, then the wind began to grow sharply, and in the end it was a strong wind, flying sand and stones.

"Did you see it?" Li Ou shouted loudly at the desert warrior in the whistling of the gloomy wind, "That statue."

The desert warrior looked solemn.

The bronze statue was covered with blood, and tears like blood flowed out of his eyes. "The great mother of the desert is crying for us." The strong wind blew off the golden crown above Bishop Monroe's head, and he still raised his arms while shaking. "She is watching us! Pray, let her hear our hearts, and she will bring a response and perform miracles."

The woman's statue was bleeding like a river, like a woman giving birth. Something on her bronze face began to peel off, and Leo only felt that the girl had become an old woman - as Rosie said, an old witch full of skeletons and maggots.

As the magic power was raging, a dark cloud suddenly floated over the sky with clear and dark clouds. It covered the noon sun that was also dyed red, and the light immediately dimmed. In an instant, it seemed like night, and it was impossible to see five fingers. "Look!" the bishop shouted on the altar, "Miracle! This is the miracle of the great mother of the desert! It's raining on Pompedekar!"

"No, this is impossible." The desert warrior shook his head vigorously, "Even the gods did not do this." He said in disbelief, his eyes were dull, his face was at a loss, and the rift of his firm faith began to appear.

Because they were not willing to do it at all. "This is a spell, a magic, not a miracle." Leo told him. He heard the whistling of magic, and with evil intentions, he hid behind the dark clouds. An uneasy feeling enveloped him. He touched the hilt of the sword around his waist, and the magic power was running as usual as his fingers moved - they were the only ones he could trust.

The dark clouds turned into obvious vortexes, and the thunder exploded over the sea of ​​sand. Then the strings of water droplets fell. The square cheered and thrilled. However, this was not a gift from God, but a bait from the demon.

A drop of rain splashed on Leo's face. "This is not rain." His face changed drastically. "Don't be wet by the rain, hide." He pulled the desert warrior away from the roof and forced the empty room to break through.

The desert warrior shook his hand away, "What's going on?" he asked angrily.

"You can see it yourself."

From the height of the three-story building, you can still see the scene of the square roughly.

Everyone was leaning up to the sky, sticking out their tongues and licking every drop of water on their faces, palms, and arms in the rain that was hard to see in their lifetime. They laughed as if it was a party carnival. However, as the rain got heavier, everyone seemed to be crazy. They fought, fought each other, and bite each other. Children and parents fought, young people and old people fell to the ground together, men were like beasts gnawing on women's necks, screaming and roaring, crying and cursing.

The desert samurai looked panicked. "They...they...this is..."

Blood gathers on the ground and forms a river.

"This is evil witchcraft," said Leo, "some kind of bewitching, some kind of ritual."

"But what exactly is it?"

"I don't know, nor do I want to know."

"We have to stop it!" said the desert warrior, "otherwise the people in the city..."
Chapter completed!