After finishing the work, Qili felt the smell of death as soon as she stepped into the chapel. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A little bit of blood and a little residual smell of gunpowder smoke must have someone in the temple of God who did something unforgivable.

Although he didn't feel an ambush, Qili cautiously moved his steps and passed through the worshippers' seats, just as he reached the altar, he spotted the figure lying next to him.

"Father—"

The shouts that rushed out of his mouth were weak and weak, and at the same time that Qili saw Father Lizheng, the agent's eyesight had been tempered for thousands of years, and he had already seen the bullet holes that pierced the priest's back and the blood stains on the ground.

Qili felt as if her mind was completely paralyzed, and she scrutinized her father's corpse with this feeling.

Roll up the sleeve of your right hand and check the number of enshrined spells engraved on your wrist.

"No, how is that possible?"

Qili exclaimed again.

He knew that his father's Trusteeship Spell was protected by a powerful Word, and it was almost impossible to be magically stripped without his permission. But now, these spells have all disappeared, how can Qili not be surprised.

After being surprised, Qili forced herself to calm down and continued to check.

The right hand is intact, there are no traces of magic, and there are no other anomalies, which proves that this spell was removed by normal means - then Lizheng took the initiative to give it?

The only person whose father was willing to take the initiative to give the spell was the teacher Tosaka Tokitoshi, but if he was a teacher, he would not be able to kill his father, and that person's pride would not allow him to do so. Moreover, even if he really wanted to kill his father, he would not use a gun, but magic - after three years of study, Qili knew Shi Chen very well and could not make a mistake.

What's going on? Is there anyone else who knows the "Word" except the Father himself?

With such doubts in mind, Qili continued to examine her father's body.

Qili lifted her father's right hand and found that there was a stain of blood on the tip of her right finger that was different from the bleeding, which was a mark of friction. Before he died, Father Rimasa dipped his blood on his fingers and smeared it on something.

Now that he is aware of this, he can easily find the bloodstained text with a little search.

On the floor is the crimson last words "jn424" written in mottled strokes, which you might think is a code of unknown meaning if you don't have anything to do with religious beliefs. But Qili inherited Lizheng's pious faith, and for him, the meaning of this last word could not be clearer.

John 4:24, this is probably the "holy word", and it is also the inheritance and trust that the father wants to entrust to his son on his deathbed, hoping that the son can inherit his status and responsibility as an overseer.

But - this code was cracked by others.

Qili thoughtfully picked up the Bible in her father's hand, with this, even people who have nothing to do with the church can decipher this code, after all, the popularity of the Gospel of John is not low.

Was my father careless? The Bible, which he always carried with him, became a tool for the murderer to decipher the "holy word."

No, not necessarily the murderer.

If the murderer hadn't left, the father wouldn't have left a code, and even if he did, he wouldn't have left such an obvious code.

Perhaps after the murderer left, someone came to the church to visit his father, only to find that his father had died, and through the code to crack the "holy word" to transfer the spell.

Yes, that makes sense, Caster is dead, and it's possible that the Masters of Saber, Lancer, Rider, and Assassin will come to visit Father and get the promised extra spells.

The murderer of his father may be one of them, or he may be the lord of Berserker, who did not participate in the war.

The brain that had come to a conclusion relaxed, and tears slipped from Qili's eyes unconsciously, making him feel extremely stunned.

When I saw my father's body, I felt my father's legacy and wept...... For a person, this is a natural reaction. But at this time, Qili seemed to be stepping on the air next to the abyss, and fell into a chaotic mood that bordered on fear.

You must not look directly - the inner voice admonishes you seriously.

Yan Feng Qili, you absolutely can't understand it, and you can't agree with this feeling that is surging in your heart now. That's because—

Tears, when was the last time he shed tears.

That's right, it was three years ago that the deceased wife held the tears that fell with her hands and said, "You love me."

Just as Qili struggled to resist the memories that kept flooding back his mind, an inexplicable impulse that was completely different from the emotions in the memories came to his heart.

Hunger!

Thirst!

Impulse!

With the striking red silently invaded Qili's reason.

It's like a person who has been hungry for many days and hasn't eaten.

It seems to be a person who has been thirsty for many days and has not drunk water.

It's like a person who has been abstinent for many days.

The red blood was exuding a strange, irresistible temptation, beating against Qili's heart and common sense like a tidal wave.

It's this again, just like when I was at Caster Studio!

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why does blood attract me?

Why do I feel cravings for blood?

Humans, how can they be of the same kind of blood?

Could it be that this is what Gilgamesh said about my anomaly?

So why hasn't there been such an impulse before?

The thoughts in his head did not affect the movement of the hand, and the hand trembled—the hand that had taken many lives without trembling now trembled—reaching out to the blood that had not yet dried up on the ground.

No!

No!

No!

Reason is constantly reminding.

However, there was another voice roaring wildly in my heart.

Want!

Want!

Want!

Qili felt that her body was divided into two parts, the desire of the flesh and the soul of reason.

The two kept battling, their hands moving up and down on the side of the bloodstains, like a patient with a mad attack.

Perhaps, this is what a certain saint meant when he said that he fought the demon in his heart.

Perhaps, when I defeat this demon, I will become a normal person?

Or maybe I will be completely assimilated by the devil and degenerate into the devil?

Struggling.

Fighting.

Qili did not give up.

He is resisting, he is trying, and the believers of God cannot afford to lose to the temptation of the devil.

......

I don't know how long it took, but the craving and urge for blood faded and was replaced by an indescribable emptiness.

Qili silently stared at her father's cold corpse, and her heart was dead, like a wasteland burned by wildfire.

“…… Our heavenly Father, let your name be exalted, your kingdom come, and your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."

Qili suddenly sang the Lord's Prayer, which she was accustomed to praying for every day, as if she was praying for her father's blessing and as if she was repenting.

"Forgive us our sins, as we have forgiven others, and let us not fall into temptation, but save us from evil...... Amen. ”

As the holy name of the cross fell on the forehead, chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder, the deep meaning behind the tears, and the inexplicable impulse was sealed.

......

In the far west, in the midst of an ancient city that has been silent for hundreds of years.

A pair of bright red eyes suddenly opened, and the incomparable golden light came out of the pupils, and then fell silent in the next second, and the bright red eyes also closed.

Once again, the ancient city was shrouded in darkness, as if nothing had happened.