The soft glow is like substance, like a snowflake of light, fluttering and falling from the sky. The night that should have fallen was banished into the corner by the Holy Radiance.

Night has turned into day.

The light that illuminates the sky is not the usual milky white, but alternates pale gold and pale blue, with occasional other colors. In this way, the sky should only be gorgeous, but it is only the faint coercion contained in the falling snow-like holy light that makes people feel awe when they look up at the sky.

Although the coercion in the Holy Radiance was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, whether it was an ordinary civilian or a powerful person in the world, there was no difference in the trembling that he felt in his heart, just as in front of an ancient dragon, whether it was a rabbit or a lion, he would be equally afraid.

Dross stood on the long steps of the Great Temple of Light, looked up at the holy light falling from the sky, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath.

What he blew out was a wisp of ice blue.

The weak body no longer looked up at the holy light of the sky, pushed open the door of the Great Temple of Light, and strode in.

This long, lonely corridor Dross had walked many times, and each time he walked, he felt something different. And this time, from the moment he stepped on this corridor, his heart was filled with an inexplicable faint sadness. It was like being on a desert island and suddenly losing touch with another partner. It was sadness, loneliness, and a little panic.

Dross quickened his pace, and in a moment he was in front of the prayer room. Outside the old wooden door, Augustus stood there, as if waiting for him.

Seeing Dross coming, the Blood Angel silently stepped to the side, making way for Dross. With a slight frown, Dross came to the door, raising his hand to knock on the door. His hand was raised high, but finally it landed gently on the door, ** the mottled lines on the wooden door that represented the breath of time.

The door can't be opened.

The moment he touched the wooden door, Dross already felt a void behind the door, and both the Pope and his prayer room had disappeared into the endless void, no longer existing. This is true nothingness, and unlike spatial turbulence, there is no room for any material existence in the world of nothingness, not even the soul.

Dross was on the wooden door for a long time, and then he turned to Augustus and asked heavily, "Your Majesty is gone?" ”

The Blood Angel nodded and said calmly, "Yes." His Majesty knew that you would be back, but he said that he could not wait for that time, so he asked me to wait for you here. ”

Dross raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Did he say anything?" ”

Augustus' voice gradually deepened, and he said, "Your Majesty, before leaving, your eyes have seen through the past and the future, and have passed through the fog that obscures the gods of the heavenly realm. He has asked me to convey to you that the head of the twelve main gods is now both Dismaten, the Lord of Destruction, and Isaac, the Lord of Redemption. The Lord of Destruction and the Lord of Redemption are actually just two sides of the same entity. ”

The Lord of Destruction, the Lord of Redemption, the two are one?!

After a moment of silence, Dross looked up and said, "I understand, it turns out that destruction is the salvation of the heavenly realm. It's not about inclusion. ”

Augustus smiled rarely, and said, "The gods have always had only one kind of brilliance, when has there ever been tolerance?" If the gods have chosen the best path for us, why be tolerant? ”

Dross stared at Augustus for a long time before he said slowly, "Dear Lord Augustus, if I am right, you have the purest divine light flowing through you. What you just said is true, but your tone is not quite right, it is completely disrespectful to the gods of the heavenly realm. ”

Augustus smiled and replied, "Dear Lord Dros, if I am right, you once carried the brilliance of the Lord of Destruction, Dismarson! Before doubting my disrespect, can you explain where the wound on my back came from? ”

Dross's gaze on Augustus grew sharper, and the edges of the scene behind him were slightly blurred, as if a faint shadow had enveloped them.

There seemed to be a breeze flowing in the corridor, and a few strands of Augustus' brown-gold hair flew up quietly, broke silently into several pieces, and then dissipated in the wind without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Augustus stood on the shore, as if completely unaware of the changes around him. He was neither on guard nor in heightened in strength, just calmly looking at Dross.

The shadow that shrouded the corridor quietly receded, and the frost on Dross's face melted at the same time, and he smiled, "Dear Lord Augustus, forgive me for my rudeness just now. But I do wonder that the angels who come or are reincarnated should have no judgment of their own, and can only obey the oracle of the Lord God unconditionally. But now it seems that this rule does not apply to you at all. ”

The Blood Angel smiled slightly, and his resolute and weather-beaten face was a little more kind, and said, "After the Final Judgment, perhaps the ordinary existence of this plane will be able to pass on for thousands of years without knowing it, until the moment when it becomes an abandoned land. However, those of us who have come or been reincarnated have already imprinted our souls on this plane, and there is no other way to remove this imprint engraved by the rules of the plane space except to reduce the energy of the source. There has always been only one kind of brilliance in the heavenly realm, so at the final judgment, we will be the first to be cleansed. In a sense, I still existed, and all I had lost was a consciousness called Augustus. In fact, the only difference between me and the other angels is that this consciousness named Augustus does not want to disappear. So you see, I'm not really that different, I just have some ideas of my own. ”

At this time, the holy light outside the window lit up again, reflecting the dim corridor as bright as day. This time, the Holy Radiance was pale cyan and had extremely penetrating power. Under this never-before-seen radiance, both the boulder and the walls became almost transparent.

At this moment, there is no corner of the entire room for darkness to hide.

In the midst of all the glorious radiance, Dross and Augustus stood opposite each other, still talking like friends for many years.

"Dear Lord Augustus, when will there be an extra statue in the Temple of the Angels of Purgatory? Who is it? ”

"No, there are still only eleven statues in the main hall. His Majesty once said to me that change is the eternal theme throughout the flow of time. What once existed may not continue to happen. What never comes, the beginning will not come. There's only so much we can see and what we can grasp, so it's normal for results to exceed our expectations. ”

When the Blood Angel reached over, there was already one more thing in his palm, something that Dross had wanted for a long time.