Speaking of the other party's speechlessness, Father Stella also realized that he had gone too far.

He calmed his tone instead. As if to the children in his own orphanage, like to the confused lambs in the world, he said gently:

"It's okay, it's going to be over soon. ”

"What if...... If I don't make it...... Next, I'll leave it to you. ”

With that, he hung up the phone and relied on his electronic device to sense nearby energy sources.

The process is not difficult.

Rather, the other party has made the process much easier.

In a corner of the field of vision, a red heat source slowly approached him.

"Good evening, Astro Boy. ”

Father Stella turned off his heat vision and looked at the strange man standing in front of him.

He had the traits of the previous clansmen, but looked more like a human.

Fat lips, yellowish skin with large pores, coarse curly hair, and strangely thin ears always give the impression of a goat—or a beast—or a beast.

The lower half of his body was covered in a black mane, and the sharp toothed trunk and tentacles also poked out from behind him, as if probing the prey in front of him.

Since he took the initiative to show up, he must have taken this opportunity to kill Father Stella as soon as possible.

But the man who was the prey didn't mind, but instead looked happy, and a smile put on his cheek again.

"It really saved me a lot of trouble by taking the initiative to come, thank you. ”

It made people disgusted when they saw it, and the man who was the 'messenger' also showed a very proud smile.

It's as if the two of them are good partners in a business conversation.

"What a nice moonlight, what a rude way to call you Astro Boy just now, I am the son of the all-knowing and all-powerful Father, and my name is Wilbur. ”

"Haven't asked your Excellency ......?"

Speaking politely, the wisdom of taking the initiative, the alien in front of him is very different from the weird person who can't speak but just has a weird smile that Jianming met before.

At the very least, there is an absolute disparity in strength.

Father Stella's smile froze, and his brow twitched, looking a little shaken.

But he wasn't because of the difference in strength between the two, nor because he was desperate about his situation.

When he heard, 'Son of the Father who knows all but might.'"

His heart wavered.

(There is only one person who is so ugly and still thinks of himself as such...... Is it ......?)

(But that's not possible...... It's nonsense...... ）

Whether it's nonsense or not, whether it's true or not, there's only one thing to do, a simple one.

【Kill the enemy】

After a long pause, a smile appeared on Father Stella's lips again.

Introduce yourself politely.

He pulled out two steel knives and crossed them in the shape of a cross. There are words in the mouth.

"I am Tiamat Stella, the earthly agent of God's punishment. I will shatter your poor dreams without mercy. ”

"Mercy is something that only God has, I don't have it here, my duty and mission is only to send you to Him. ”

"Amen ——!"

After speaking, he raised the steel knife in his hand and rushed towards Wilbur.

But I don't know if he has consumed too much strength, and now he is moving slowly.

Or that Wilbur is really very skilled, fast enough.

Perhaps, both.

Wilbur dodged Father Stella's desperate blow only sideways.

The tentacles behind him had also grabbed his steel knives, some of which had sunk deep into Father Stella's arms.

The bone-deep furrow shows just how sharp these tentacles really are.

Wilbur's judgment was correct.

He needed to get rid of Father Stella as soon as possible, and he could do it.

At the moment, Father Stella, who had already consumed most of his strength, would not be able to support Jianming and them to come to their aid.

"Amen ——————!"

The recovery of the previous wound was noticeably slower than at the beginning.

Before the wound on his right arm could heal itself, Father Stella stabbed himself from the waist with a steel knife in his left arm.

"Insect carving skills. ”

This move could not pose any threat to Wilbur, and in his eyes, this iron lump with no energy was just a piece of metal to be slaughtered.

This time Father Stella had already been attacked in the leg.

Sharp tentacles cut through the support structure of his knee from behind.

This result directly caused him to get down on one knee at this time.

Father Stella seemed to kneel down in front of the ugly alien in front of him.

"Mercy ......, why do you need to ask me for mercy?"

"Ahem!"

Father Stella gritted his teeth and focused on his left leg.

(Stand up!Stand up!)

If you can't get up again, you'll fall.

If you fall here, then what peace is there in the world!?

"God————!

"Please give me strength!!!

Only partially restored, with a squeaky dissonance and harmony.

Father Stella stood up with his other leg as his center of gravity, a little unsteadily.

"Oooh oh...... Can you still stand up......"

Wilbur was a little surprised, and in his calculations, Father Stella should no longer be able to stand up.

He immediately began to reassess the enemy in front of him.

Did he underestimate human technology, or did he underestimate the person in front of him?

There is no longer the power to make new steel knives.

Father Stella held the steel knives that were no longer new, and even one of them had broken its edge.

Just like that, he shouted loudly.

"God!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Please !!!!!"

"Give me strength!!!!!!!!"

A huge sound mixed with a crazy will.

It was a bit of a shock to Wilbur.

The steel body in front of him didn't know when it would fall.

There seemed to be an infinite amount of power in his body and words.

What is it that makes a person so persistent?

What is it that makes a person so powerful?

Because of what?

In order to make a man who has run out of oil not give an inch?

Don't give an inch...... Is it his faith?

The ...... that gave him strength Is it his God?

Think..................

You know?

The answer was so simple that Father Stella himself probably didn't remember it.

Answer.

Just one word.

The secret to making people strong will always be this one word.

Love.

..............................

Father Stella was born in a small southern town.

It is known as the closest thing to heaven.

There are perennial blue mountains.

There are sparkling and clear streams.

There, people live slowly, even slower than trees grow.

It didn't slow down over the mountains, and the speed was closer to the spring breeze caressing the face.

It was a place where everyone was very friendly and happy, and it was like a paradise.

There, the young Father Stella was just a cowherd.

There is a small church in the area.

But Stella, who soared freely under the blue sky and white clouds, never stepped half a step into the church.

Until ————

When he got married.

One day they met in a turquoise meadow and a clear blue sky.

Father Stella had never seen a girl as white and dazzling as she was.

She had never seen anyone as free as Father Stella.

The two fell in love at first sight. Fate is destined for life.

Since then, each day for both has been sweet and happy.

It's like the one she loves to listen to very much - the wedding of her dreams.

At the wedding, she gave Stella a brand-new Buick.

The married life of the two is also like the wedding in the dream.

Elegant, yet beautiful.

Can.

Recently.

Happy times are always very short-lived.

The young and beautiful wife had leukemia.

As time passes, day after day.

Stella in front of the hospital bed is no longer a free teenager. It's no longer that high-spirited look.

This made her very heartbroken to see it.

All the blonde hair that was smooth and beautiful was lost due to chemotherapy.

The original fair skin is as white as snow at this time.

No.

Pale than snow.

If in the middle of a dark night, she appeared there.

Even if it doesn't shine, it will shine as brightly as the stars in the sky.

"Honey, don't be sad for me anymore. ”

"Your sad face pains me more than this sickness. ”

Her gentle hand cupped Stella's cheek.

Stella wanted to listen to his wife's words and hold back her grief.

But he could only squeeze out a distorted expression that couldn't be called a smile.

The tears in his eyes were not disputing, and they kept dripping.

That's a lot of tears that come out when people are really sad.

The wife saw the young man who was once in heaven and earth, and the free and easy young man is now like this.

The heart is like a knife.

The two hugged each other tightly, tears soaking the sheets.

That night.

For the first time since Stella was born.

I prayed to the gods.

"God, please bless my wife, so that she will no longer suffer from illness and recover soon......"

There are firsts, and there are countless times.

Every morning, noon, and evening, Stella prays to the gods for the safety of his wife.

"God...... Please...... Help me......"

Until..................

The day of judgment is coming.

After all, the gods betrayed the pious Stella.

They took his young wife.

Yes, sudden violence will take away everything that people have accumulated so far.

[Human life is like grass, and human glory is like flowers on grass. 】

God...... Own his own arrangement?

Since everything will eventually be taken away and taken back suddenly.

So what's the point of living in this world?

If anyone knows the answer to this question, then that person must be God.

Unfortunately, Stella is not a god, he is just a once carefree cowherd.

All the previous prayers seemed to be self-consolation, and there was no God in this world who listened to people.

From that day on, Stella began to spit on the gods.

He doesn't believe in any gods in the world.