On the ground, in the headquarters of the Roman Orthodox Church, St. Peter's Basilica, together with the entire city including the church, as well as the surrounding farms, villages, and several adjacent areas, the living people, men, women, children, sick and sick, together with the rats hiding underground, the chickens, sheep, pigs and dogs, were all killed by death at the moment when Jaeger revealed half of his body.

And the lives taken away in this instant, their (her, its) souls are transformed into its power under the influence of this evil god.

At this moment, Jaeger's back seems to connect the earth and the sky, like the 'wings' of billowing smoke, which is the appearance of the power to which it belongs is being fully exerted.

The original Jeeger who came was not as good as the gods, but it was close to the fragments of the projection. However, after about ten years of worship by the snake tribe developed by its dependents underground, a large number of souls harvested in the present world are turning into power to continuously improve its strength, and its originally extremely vigilant allies have been wiped out by 'Xia'. Today, in addition to Cthulhu's inherent transcendence, it can be said to be the peak of power that this fantasy can contain, and the 'god of death' that is infinitely close to the authority of the administrator.

Even Aresta, who had been completely eroded by the Honkai and had received half of the equal 'creators' and 'managers', could not be completely defeated and killed.

It can be said that there is no one in this fantasy who can stop Jeger's attempt or anything else.

Despair is spreading in the sky little by little.

The ominous darkness spread to the world after swallowing the concept of the sun in the Roman Empire.

It is also the embodiment of the power of Jeager's death, the underworld to which it belongs, covering the earth and bringing all things to an end.

Yes, Jegger, the evil god born of the primordial living sacrifice of the Lord of Death, the banished last seat of the Cthulhu Mythos, and the crude and ignorant primitive living sacrifice.

This is the only way it devours fantasy, and drinks the overflowing creativity with the roots of the human soul, and is indistinguishable from Honkai.

"Is this a punishment? God!"

One of the few survivors of St. Peter's Basilica that is protected by a precarious barrier that will shatter at any moment.

They are believers, discipline-abiding and helpful believers.

It also included their leader, the religion that the young man had given his life to protect, Peter-Eugoudes.

"O God, listen if you need to pray, manifest if you need to repent, but do not let humanity, the devout believers in your garden, continue to suffer from this inextricable sinking. ”

In the past, his upright figure now looks thin, and now he is more like an old man who can only huddle at home and pray. There is no longer the religious appearance of the past.

He had prayed and repented beforehand, and had devoted his life to begging the Lord to save the world once more.

However, he did not receive a response.

The Lord's silence was the answer, which He had known for a long time. But even if there was a chance, he wanted to seize that possibility.

So, he made a choice.

There was no time when those eyes were more cloudy than at this moment, and there was no firmer belief in those eyes than at this moment.

It's like he recalls the first day of baptism, a distant childhood memory. He also remembered the warmth of the Holy Light he had felt at the beginning.

Ah~, his eyes finally lost their brilliance, and his figure fell in front of everyone.

He smiled, as if he had witnessed the depth of the cliff he was about to fall.

"Religion!"

The surviving knights, priests, and nuns gathered around, but as soon as they approached, they formed a circle, kneeling and muttering prayers.

The fire began to bloom quietly.

It was not very bright, but it was such a warm light.

"Father, Mother, we were born from your body and should return to you, God! Lord, our souls are made by you and should return to you. This is not a mourning, it should be blessed. It's not sad, it's supposed to be joyful. To the Lord. ”

Peter-Eugoudes, who was prayed and wished by everyone, was not a natural death at the end of his life, nor was he lamenting the abandonment of the current choice of the world, nor was he despairing in the face of a powerful and trembling enemy.

His death, as he wished.

It contains a selfish, persecutive, but incomparably great purpose.

He burned all the temple system that the Roman Orthodox Church had built over the past two hundred years, the huge power of faith stored in it, and the divine brilliance that had been accumulated!

In response to the tremendous energy, his figure appeared in the sky engulfed by darkness.

The power of holiness was stolen by him, and the faith that belonged to the service of the Lord was squandered under the last religious authority.

The Light even purified the spirits of the dead, forced the Underworld to retreat, and shattered himself.

This is a godly soul that has long since lost its belonging.

This is not the path of the believer, it is the betrayal of the bridge to faithlessness, the way back to the devil.

This is not a human path, it is a choice that God dislikes and deserves to be punished.

This misguided path is very short, this choice is worthless, this ending is destined not to be liked by gods and demons, and it is a treacherous act to be fooled by fate.

But it is also the only selfish and noble act of the clown character who is neither a saint nor an extraordinary person, and only falls into absurd hell at the end because of a thought.

But at this moment, the knights, priests, and nuns who witnessed and understood what he had done. But I can't help but feel a high respect.

This is a great person and an ordinary person.

Scarlet is burning!

The pitch black is ignited and turns into the luster of blood, roaring madly!

Jaeger is furious!

He was fooled by a mortal, calculated by humans, imprisoned for a moment, and cut off the source of his power.

He is the most direct and convenient, and the short distance to the core of the world has been disrupted.

The source of their own power, the souls of tens of thousands of human beings, have been purified.

The original vision, the beginning of the grand plan, and the paradise of the beautiful death were all destroyed.

It's all that human! Tiny disgusting bug!

"Ahh

Distorted concepts become entities, and cathartic currents of power turn into roars that shake the laws of the world.

However, the strength is insufficient, and the progress of soul collection is not up to the requirements. Jaeger could not appear as a complete body, and the shaking of the law stopped after a slight shaking.

"The Court of the Dead Takes Back"

Jaeger said slowly, and in response to these words, the realm of the dead and the underworld that spread across the territory of the Roman Empire belonged.

All stopped the extremely slow territorial expansion due to the interruption of soul replenishment, and began to shrink gradually.

The darkness of the underworld faded, revealing the changed appearance of the land.

However, even though it was restored to its original form, the breath of death still filled everything that could be seen on the ground, and it became even more empty.

Animals, plants, and human beings, their corpses collapsed weakly on the ground, and they could be seen everywhere. The Underworld not only stripped them of their souls, but also took what few nutrients they had.

Now, the dry wreckage is blown by the wind and turned into misty sand.

The land that has been eroded by the soil has lost all its water and fertility, and has lost the basis of ecological dependence.

And Jaeger, stretched out his hand and spread it out.

A red crystal as transparent as a jewel could be seen in the palm of the hand, shimmering with an intoxicating luster.