It was a war, a war between religion and faith, interspersed with the intrigues and intrigues of the great men, as well as the mysteries of grudges.

But such an extremely serious matter was disturbed by the two stupid thieves, Eve and Kestrels.

Eve swung the meteorite, like a crowbar, and knocked over a believer who rushed towards her, since the firing, the barrel of the gun was extremely hot, and there were faint cracks on the surface, it was not clear if it was because of the overheating of the gun, or Eve's swing, it seemed that the life of this thing was only enough to fire a few times.

Sure enough, these guys are really unreliable, and Eve should have known this, rather than using this weapon, she might as well sneak into Migar's side and wipe it on his neck.

"So you usually encounter this kind of unexpected situation?"

Eve yelled loudly, only then would her voice drown out the chaos around her.

Now it's like a carnival party, like a death ritual of the evil gods, with fire and blood reflected together, and hideous red everywhere.

To be honest, there was a familiar feeling at the moment, and Eve actually recalled the first encounter she had with Lorenzo, the first time they fought together, to be precise.

That bloody ball.

The more Eve thought about it, the more it felt that it was all so similar, and that the people who were addicted to hallucinogens at that time had the same madness and lust as these believers.

"Accidents are the norm for us, you never know where a demon will pop up to give you a mouthful, or a companion who has just been chatting will grow hideous horns and become an enemy. ”

The kestrel looked old-fashioned, slashing left and right with a folding knife, forcing those who didn't have long eyes to retreat one by one.

"Appreciate it, Eve, that not everything will go so smoothly, and we will encounter all kinds of accidents, and maybe even lose our lives. ”

The kestrel has obviously entered a state, and all kinds of "accidents" have made him feel that his world is absurd.

Although he was wounded in many places and only one arm could wield, this did not limit the kestrels.

He has always been a monster like Lorenzo, and now in the face of these ordinary madness, not even demons, Kestrel shows his strength.

More or less a veteran knight of the Purification Mechanism, he is like a ball of flowing water, all attacks cannot fall on him, and under the twist of left and right, the flowing water will condense into ice, and a knife will pierce their throats.

There is no hesitation, the folding knife is not stable, killing people has long been no burden for Kestrel to say, this is just work, and he is good at handling work.

He is not bound by morality and ethics...... It stands to reason that a person like him should be locked up in prison for the rest of his life, and this is true of the entire purification organ.

But it's also a little strange to think about, to some extent, you would never imagine that it is a group of perverts and crazy people who protect the world, and these two labels still overlap from time to time.

"You'll have to think about it, Eve. Kestrel said suddenly.

"Consider what?"

Eve followed closely behind him, the crowd was chaotic, two groups of people were killing each other, and the chaos that had just exploded gave the two of them a chance to breathe.

It should be said that she is really Arthur's daughter, Eve is obviously a newcomer, but like the kestrels, she is not old-fashioned, she is steady and ruthless, and she will never give the enemy any chance to get close to her.

"Consider joining the net removal agency. ”

The kestrel held the folding knife, and the slashing action in his hand was non-stop, but his eyes were cast on the night sky, which was burned red.

It's a heavy thing to kill, but Kestrel is very relaxed and happy inside, like a pervert.

The kestrel was once again immersed in the killing, fighting these fellows who didn't know if they were enemies, waving their arms vigorously and slicing through one tender flesh after another with a folding knife.

It's a familiar feeling.

Sniffing the smell of blood on the tip of his nose, Kestrel suddenly had a strange feeling at this moment, and he felt more and more that the beautiful afternoon he met with Erin was a dream, these things were all false, and only the killing at the moment was real for him.

Only such a battle is his life, and the previous feeling of difference is gone, and Kestrel feels that his life is on the right track at this moment.

That's right, this kind of life is a normal life, nothing to slash and kill, while spitting on the corpses of enemies, telling bad jokes, and collecting the corpses of their teammates from time to time.

continued to live such a happy bloody life, until one day he became a member of the corpse.

Sometimes the kestrel wonders if it's dead, and now it's just a corpse.

Kestrel longs for peace on the surface, but his heart has long been distorted into something else, he knows very well that he can't fit into ordinary people's lives, and this is a broken road from the beginning.

He would die in a battle, not sleep in a warm bed in a peaceful life, and all he would do now was wait for that day to come.

The kestrel is a living dead, and this twisted and deformed world is where people like him belong.

"Eve, you have to think about it. ”

Without the laughter from before, Kestrel became rare and serious, and he said with a serious expression.

"It's not an honor to join the purification agency, although we say that we are under the banner of protecting humanity, but in fact our hands have long been stained with blood, if there is really hell after death, then it must be our destination. ”

Kestrel felt a wave of fear, not for what he was thinking, but for Eve, and he suddenly understood Arthur's thoughts.

"I don't think Arthur let you touch this, not only to protect your life, but more to hope that you can live as a normal person, you don't know what demons, and your hands are not stained with blood, you will have a good life and ascend to heaven after death. ”

I don't know if Eve is listening to herself, but it doesn't really matter. The kestrel seemed to have an epiphany and said to herself.

"yes, maybe that's the life Arthur wants you to live, the person he wants you to be, not to say hack and play with me in this hellish place. ”

Kestrel said, looking back at Eve.

Bang dang!

Hearing only a crisp sound, Eve smashed a person away with the butt of the gun, and the movements were very standard, and I could clearly see that the person's jaw was loose a little, and it was estimated that he was smashed into pieces by Eve.

"What are you talking about? It's too noisy. ”

Eve came back to her senses and asked Kestrels.

"Ah......h It's okay. ”

The kestrel shook its head, feeling that its heart had gone down the drain.

"But if you say so, will you be afraid of kestrels? After all, if there is hell, it is your final destination!"

Eve started talking again, and no one knew if she had listened to what Kestrel had just said.

"Are you afraid of going to hell?

Speaking of this, the kestrel voice was noticeably higher.

"Well, going back to Hell feels like coming home, because my hapless colleagues are probably there...... It's called continuing the frontier!"

Eve had a hellish expression, and the hell that people feared was so good in the mouth of the kestrel.

"And most of the guys I killed will probably be there!"

Listening to the kestrel shouting, Eve asked.

"What, afraid that they will seek revenge on you?"

"How come, I sent them to hell with my own hands, I can kill them once, I can kill them a second time...... It stands to reason that hell should be full of evil people, if there are really any devils and demons, they should also be the saviors of the wicked, people like me go to hell, are they considered high-end talents, maybe they will be assigned a half-official position, right?"

Kestrel can't help but diverge his thoughts, everyone who cleans up the mechanism likes kestrels, although this guy is indeed full of bad talk sometimes, but the more terrible the place, the more precious the kestrel is to feel the feeling of being happy in suffering.

The two chatted casually, but the business at hand did not stop, and in this nonsense interval, he was observing his surroundings.

"Be careful, don't let those guys come up too much, I can handle one or two, too much and we'll die. ”

The kestrel warned.

Eve knew who he was referring to, and the choir warriors were walking through the crowd, but fortunately the two were also moving, and with the chaos of the scene, they had not yet surrounded and suppressed.

"Is Migar dead?"

Kestrel asked again, the firelight obscuring everything, and they weren't sure if Migr was really dead.

"I don't know, let's go find his body first, there should be a vacancy blown up there!"

Eve also had a strange way of thinking, since the breakthrough could not be achieved, it was better to turn back.

"I think so, Eve. ”

This time the kestrel's voice was obviously a little stressed, and the pace of his feet stopped, and he protected Eve.

"As you say, let's go. ”

There was a clear counter-current in the crowd, and several people came against the crowd, and this time they did not hide anything.

"I didn't expect the reaction to be so fast......"

The kestrel felt that the situation was getting worse.

There was a cold light in the darkness, and the choir did not hide anything, and the weapons were directly displayed, and they walked towards the two of them.

The kestrel thought that the chaotic scene would buy them some time, but it seemed that they had underestimated the reaction of their enemies.

"Is this a failure?"

Thinking like this, the kestrel looked at the Yega Theater, where the once magnificent building had collapsed into a burning ruin.

It is clear that Lorenzo's actions have gone wrong, and it is not clear whether he is still alive.

The kestrel was a little worried.

As I said before, they should have all finished the operation by now, and everyone gathered together on the dock and returned to Invig on the clipper.

Erin is promised safety, Haybold finds his best friend, Eve passes her internship, Lorenzo finishes his first job at the firm, and he returns to the dock where he met Erin to enjoy the balance of his vacation.

But now everything is disrupted.

The conspiracies overlapped here at Theater Square and detonated at the same time, and they mixed together to produce some wonderful reactions, so that everyone's plans were disrupted.

Migar fell to the ground groaning in pain, he knew Lawrence's plan, under their plot, the conflict between the Orthodox and the Evangelical Church would be intensified to the maximum, and here he would lead the believers to a good victory, and then such a battle would spread within Gaulnalo, and they would be so strong that no one could restrain their development.

It was expected, but it was clear that the unexpected happened.

Migar didn't think the explosion was part of Lawrence's plan, and he felt like he was dying with a burning pain from his old body.

Was it Lawrence? He wanted to kill himself?

No......

Migar didn't think it would be Lawrence's hand, he knew very well that he had never seen Lawrence's true face, but Migel wanted to believe that if Lawrence wanted to die by himself, he would kill himself directly in front of him with a sword.

I have to admit that Lawrence gives himself an invisible sense of oppression, as if no matter what happens, it will come true under his leadership, and there will be no negligence.

Just like the explosion just now, if Lawrence came to kill himself, then he must be a corpse now, not thinking about who killed him.

"And who will it be?"

Migar muttered under his breath as he tried to get to his feet, but the pain had taken him out of all strength.

Someone slowly stood up in the confusion, and he looked left and right.

Juao saw everything burning silently, and the impact of the bullet distracted Eve from the crosshairs, but even then, the resulting explosion was devastating.

Slowly raising his hand, Juao's hands were covered in blood, and he lowered his head to find that the clothes he had been wearing were soaked with blood, and there was a cramping pain in his abdomen, which looked like broken steel had pierced into it.

Juao was still moving, and he was breathing hard, feeling as if it wasn't fatal.

"Crown...... Your Majesty!"

Juão saw the fallen figure, the flames of the explosion burning most of Migar's body, and the charred clothes were clinging to the flesh.

Fortunately, the high temperature also scorched the wound together, and he didn't lose much blood.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Juao hurried over, and he helped Migar to his feet and leaned to the side.

Migar had no strength at all, and he tried to say something, but the sharp pain in his body made his voice staccato.

"Protect my ......"

Migar's voice was a strong command.

Even though his body was in such pain, he still raised his hand forcefully, and it seemed to be caressing something above his head.

He touched it.

It's cold, it's cold, and there's a winter-like chill on top of the metal.

A wicked smile appeared on Migar's face, and his crown was still there, unlost, like a growing thorn, piercing deep into his scalp and joining him.

He had been chasing power for too long, so long that he was willing to give everything for all this, and now Migar was so close to him, he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die, he finally touched this noble authority, he couldn't just die.

"Protect me!"

The voice squeezed out of his throat like a lion's roar.

Hu Ao was stunned, he had never seen such a pope, the previous holiness and nobility were gone at this moment, he was like a madman seduced by the devil, the smile on his face had been distorted into a hideous appearance.

Before Juao could continue to say anything, the sound of faint footsteps sounded, and Juao turned his head stiffly.

Liya staggered to her feet, she was already thin, the impact of the explosion had knocked her over several meters, and the white dress she had prepared for the chant was now torn, and the fireworks had scorched it and solidified it with blood, giving her a deep dark red.

Large swaths of skin were exposed, but it wasn't a moving sight, covered in abrasions, skin and clothing were glued together, and every movement of Liya brought sharp pain.

Tears flowed down her dirty face, and Liya's gaze was a little glazed.

There are so many things today that people can't understand, as expected, all this is so beautiful, the Pope will wear the holy crown, he will open the sacrament, the church will no longer set any thresholds, and the bottom like Liya will finally see the light, but this light is shrouded in endless darkness.

Why? Why do some people hate light?

Leah had no strength, and she knelt feebly, no longer making any sound, like a dead doll.

Juao's hands trembled, and he stood up from Miguel's side, and then his whole body trembled in fear.

It was then that Juao felt this distortion that he had been mediocre for decades, and in his prediction, he might continue to be mediocre for many more years, and finally die.

But he met the light, although it was short, but the life of these days was something he had never experienced, he was recognized, no one disliked the fishy smell that penetrated deep into his bone marrow anymore, and he was treated as a living person...... This life would have continued until the night fell.

The ritual that Juao had hoped for was destroyed, and the awe-inspiring Pope was mortally wounded, and even the girl he loved became like this......

He grabbed the twisted and charred steel on the side, like a zigzag blade, the twisted arc reflecting Juao's twisted face.

Juao was not a strong man, on the contrary, he was actually very cowardly, he was afraid of conflict with people on the ship, he was silent in whatever he did, even when he ate he sat in the corner.

This moment is different, the previous cowardice was because Hu Ao felt that all this was not worth it, there was no need to conflict with others for that kind of thing, but this time it was different, those guys stole Hu Ao's future, a good future.

This is the only and only valuable thing that Juao has, and whoever wants to snatch it, he will kill whomever he wants.

Anger brought strength, almost filling his chest, and he looked at the smoke and dust that had fallen silent in the distance, and behind the smoke and dust revealed the demons.

Armed with guns and knives, they slashed the Orthodox faithful along the way, striding forward, vowing to destroy all the good things about Juao.

"God, visit me......"

He prayed reverently, clenching the steel so hard that blood ran down the sharp edges.