The boy took Flandall's palm and Gungnir's hand together, and smiled with malice.

Fran

The frail Remilia raised her head with all her might, her crimson eyes opened slightly, and the appearance of the little girl appeared in her vision blurred by excessive blood loss

Her sister was holding a sharpshooter and aiming it at her chest.

"Haha"

A wry smile appeared on his face that was so white that it was almost transparent. It turns out that my choice has always been wrong.

Obviously the person who loves her the most, but why did he repeatedly let her be hurt? So that this family affection turned into a grudge, so that even the wound could only be healed by an outsider.

But how can this heavenly rift be bridged by an outsider? If it follows normal development, Fran will gradually transfer those feelings for herself to Wang Hao, until she finally abandons herself.

Although this is one of the best solutions, it is still not reconciled.

Unwilling to watch her most important person become a stranger like this, unwilling to watch her laugh with others and she can only hide and watch from afar, unwilling to let her closest sisters be separated like this, unwilling to be unwilling

As a result, he was punished by God because of his greed, right? Although he is an evil god.

Fran's escape from there was already enough to thank the ancestors for their blessings, and how could she hope for more.

However, it would be a good ending for her to die and become the cornerstone of Fran's further development, right? After devouring herself, she must be able to enter the level of "Great Monster". That person will also protect Fran from harm, in that case

Such an ending is not bad

The method of crucifixive killing is to make the victim suffocate to death due to the inability of the chest cavity to expand due to nowhere to borrow strength, although this is a joke at all for the bloods who do not need to breathe, but after all, the vocalization still relies on the air to vibrate the vocal cords. So Remilia became weaker with every word, and she used what little energy she had left to make her vocal cords sound.

Moreover, this punishment itself has the meaning of "judgment", "purification", and "sacredness", and "being crucified" is a ritual in itself, not to mention that it is carried out by the evil god himself, no matter what the position is, "god" is "god", and the purpose of this cross has also been tampered with by the boy into a cruel ritual of extracting strength and soul, just waiting for the golden cup of sin to be filled, and the whole body and soul of the crimson demon will become a cup of hard to find tonic.

"I know you've always hated me. ”

Smiling sadly, Remilia struggled to squeeze the words out of her throat, her face sad and remorseful.

"But I really, really love you. ”

"My sister. ”

"Forgive my sister this time, okay?"

Crystal blood flowed down Remilia's increasingly pale face, and Remilia, who had never cried in front of Flandrew, finally couldn't help but confide in her heart at the end of her life. She smiled brightly, blood pouring from her eyes, making her look as terrible as a ghost.

But the smile was as holy and beautiful as the morning light shining through the stained glass dome of the church.

"What"

A glint flashed in Flandro's numb, dead eyes, and she opened her mouth, as if to say something—

- "Humble"

The unspoken words were sealed in her throat forever, and Flandoro stared blankly at the streak of blood raised, her empty gaze slowly moving down from Remilia's blood-stained smiling face to her chest.

There, the broad tip of Gunganir's gun was nailed.

"But one of the soldiers pierced him in the side with a spear, and immediately blood and water flowed out. (Bible John 19:34)

The boy lowered his head and whispered something, the shadow cast by his bangs obscured his face, and only a faint smile could be seen on his lips.

Remilia's still smiling face froze, her head hung limply, her crimson eyes slowly closed, and she completely lost the breath of life and soul.

The blood stained on her body moved consciously like a living thing, gathering into the golden cup. Remilia, who was clean from top to bottom, looked as if she was asleep, and her expression was calm and serene.

"A shot that determined the death of the 'Son of God' was also pierced, which symbolized the relics of the Son of God, and the Holy Grail stained with the blood of the Gods could also be used. ”

Just like the "saint" who gained power because of her resemblance to angels, Remilia shed the same blood as Wang Yu, so she can be regarded as a "son of God" when "Wang Hui" ascended to the throne. And the evil god also took advantage of this perfectly, depriving all the Crimson demons of all in one ritual.

"It's just a pity that the tip of Gungnir's spear is so big that it almost pierces her entire chest. ”

Somewhat dissatisfied, the boy let go of the arm that had been holding Flandorow, and bent down to pick up the cup of blood. The liquid in the chalice was as clear and deep red as fine wine, and the boy gently shook the marigold, causing a few ripples of blood in it.

"It seems that she has volunteered to become your strength in the end, otherwise the blood in this cup cannot be so clear. ”

The boy removed the little girl who was holding Gungnir from the spear and respectfully offered the cup of the blood of the Son of God.

"Don't hold that broken spear anymore, the spear spirit inside is already dead, who made it refuse to cooperate. ”

Babbling like a brother who persuaded a child to take medicine, the young man put the chalice to Flandor's mouth, and seeing that she still didn't move, he couldn't help but tilt his head and smile:

"You're not going to ask your big brother to feed you, are you? After drinking, I went out with my big brother. Does Fran want to go outside Gensokyo? If you want to, just talk to the big brother, the big brother can do it. All your wishes, big brother, will be granted. ”

"The bad guys who don't let Fran go out to play are going to be killed by Big Brother. ”

A dark glint flashed in the young man's eyes, his tone was so gentle, so kind, but his words were so cruel, like the words of a madman sharpening a knife.

"There is no need for this imprisoned world to exist. ”

He narrowed his eyes and laughed brightly, and the laughter was as pleasant as the sound of the waves.

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Thanks to the evil ruffian and Shake S I for the reward.