In the train car, only the girl with a dull eyes was left kneeling and sitting there. After more than ten seconds after Cassia fell, she remembered something extremely important, and her body struggled to stand up. She wanted to kneel down forever, just cover her eyes with her hands and cry loudly. But she knew that such a thing would never happen, and she had to deal with everything in the future.

When I picked up the rough red cloth, it seemed that only the girl in the whole train was not affected by strangeness. Is it because of the natural system factors or some other reason, even the girl himself may not know. She wrapped the skull carefully with the cloth, and the sound of the bagpipe slowly weakened with the red cloth until it completely disappeared from the carriage.

The girl put the wrapped skull into a black box with the thrown clothes and placed it beside the aisle. She walked towards Cassia who was lying on the ground, and also knelt in front of Cassia's head, stretched out her hand to turn Cassia's body over. However, the surgeon's weight was too difficult for the girl to struggle. After several efforts, she did not see any substantial effect. In the end, the girl had to give up the tedious process, put her two little hands in Cassia's temple, kissed and rubbed, and was silently saying something in her mouth.

But Cassia still feels nothing at this moment.

When the scene appeared in his eyes, it was already pitch black. The cold rain was falling on the sky, hitting his exposed upper body, which made him tremble a few times. It was not hitting his body, but as if it was hitting someone's heart. The rain also had a strange feeling and effect like the atmosphere in the train.

Cassia looked around and saw no light. After stepping on her feet, the ground was as hard as the rocks, and it was no longer the mud that made people fall into. There was the sound of wind and the sound of rain falling on the ground, which was brisk. The temperature should be about a few degrees below zero, and the sky was also pitch black. In addition to the rain hitting her body, Cassia felt the obvious touch, and the heavy feeling, vision, smell, and even hearing that the ground under her feet all seemed to have lost their original function here.

"Is this in the mud?" Cassia suddenly thought of this, and the darkness around him also brought him a familiar feeling at this time.

A ball of flame rose "steeply" in front of his left. The flames were like a cover made of light, struggling to support a small piece of space in this dark world. Cassia stood there and looked at it for a while. It was a small fire, which could be built with a pit and a few burn-resistant wood.

During the period of observation, the fire did not change or abnormal situation. Cassia then moved her foot and walked over. Entering the range of the twilight yellow light of the flame, the temperature also passed on to him with the light. The warmth next to the fire was not the kind of fire he knew, but was far warmer than he imagined. Or in other words, the things in this world were things outside his cognition, just like the sudden appearance of the fire.

The fire was in a rough and shallow pit dug out. A few woods were burning very vigorously. Mars followed the flames and moved into the darkness in the sky. Only then did they lose their bright red color and turned into gray-white embers. They didn't know which corner of the surrounding darkness. The flames that swayed from the wood and swayed in the wind were also strange things. The drizzle had no effect on it, and Cassia had arrived at the edge of the fire for almost one minute. However, the flames on the fire in front of him, and the wood burning red under the flames, still remained the same, without a decrease or a little increase.

Mars flew into the sky as usual, and there was still nothing else around. The rainfall falling from Cassia was also slowly reduced under the temperature transmitted by the flames, and then completely dried. The coldness on his body was also completely removed, and in his surprise, the passing power was recovering quickly.

It should have reached a critical point in physical strength or the influence of external factors. At a certain moment when Cassia stared at the fire, there was another person on the other side. She did not feel any abruptness, nor did she say that she suddenly appeared. Everything was natural, like this process. Casia couldn't say anything surprising in her heart, but she felt that it seemed that it was inappropriate for her to appear here.

I am not a thing here, Cassia thought that the mud swallowed me, which is also the instinctive reaction of this world to the invasion of foreign objects. Just like when the body catches a cold, there will be any substance in the body to kill the pathogenic factors.

"Hello, Mr. Gilida, the thirteenth Holy Emperor?" Cassia moved her eyes from the flames to the person in front of her who had always existed there.

It is not the imagined gray hair, wrinkles on the face, and turbid eyes. In sharp contrast, the person in front of him looks very young and is still full of vitality like heat. He is wearing black combat clothes, and is wrapped in some key positions on his body, such as the heart, neck, elbows and knees. The materials of those armors are not visible. Although they have the texture and color of metal, in Cassia's eyes, they have something completely different from steel. It is temperature, just like the temperature emitted by the fire in front of him, completely different from the cold feeling of steel that never changes.

The person opposite sat on a long stone that was discharged horizontally and served as a seat. Two thick arms, whose muscles spread from the belly of their fingers to their shoulders, were placed on the knees of their feet, and their bodies were tilted towards the fire, a standard warming position. The flame reflected his face, which was still young, as if Cassia was about the same young as Cassia. The drizzle stopped, the flames became a little more vigorous, and more Mars scurried into Cassia's eyes.

After hearing Cassia's words, the person on the opposite side just snorted coldly, as if the metal was pounding and snorting.

"Saint Emperor?" he said, "A puppet-like position is sometimes even less than a puppet. For puppet masters, they will spend time to inspect the puppets they operate and give a lot of care. But for the Holy Emperor, it is not as good as the domestic animals raised in captivity. To be able to do this position, one needs to be extremely talented. And the extremely talented people have ambition to match it. However, the title of "Saint Emperor" is the most binding cage. As a representative of the worshipped gods, many things need to be paid attention to, such as wine and color."
Chapter completed!