The Allies captured the enemy position, and the Saint asked Norman, "How much longer?" ”

Norman said, "Two hours, maybe less!" ”

The saint said, "Evacuate everyone at once, and then I will be enough for one person." ”

Norman nodded, "Yes, we must evacuate the entire rift within two hours. It's a pity, it's a pity, I still want to meet that Longley Helsing. ”

Misser asked, "He?" Helsin? ”

Norman said, "This man is a legend, every old man of the Sword and Shield Society has heard of his name, and if he were still alive, I would like to kill this betrayer with my own hands." ”

Misser only thought of Helsing, who was in the black coffin.

The saint didn't want the local commander to be here, because time was tight and he didn't want to make a fuss.

Lamia was still worried about her husband's safety, but the power that the saint had just shown gave her some peace of mind, and she said, "We are waiting for you outside, and we must come back." ”

Without further delay, the saints walked through the ruins of the fortifications and flew into the factory.

The air was filled with the smell of sulphur, and the dust was flying in the air, but the factory had been built for a long time, and it was not small, like a town, and the factories in it were neatly lit and orderly. Pipes, scaffolding, cranes, transport vehicles are rare equipment in factories.

On the roof of the building, several rockets flew towards the saint, and the saint dodged and rushed forward, and the fire behind him soared into the sky, not hurting him. The man on the roof shouted, "He's out of the way!" "What a monster!" "Strafe with all your might, bullet with Excalibur!"

About fifty soldiers were on the houses on the left and right, and in an instant, bullets rained down on the saint's foothold, but the saint was no longer there.

The saint appeared on the roof of one side, and the soldiers of the Era spotted the saint, and in horror, turned the spear, and the saint's spear swung around, killing them all.

On the other side, there were several mages, who unleashed a binding spell in an attempt to immobilize the saint, but the saint's telekinetic blade easily dispersed the spell, and a telekinetic blade flew by, and almost all the people on the opposite side were killed, only a few were dying.

The saint sighed, although he was posthumously regarded as a saint by the people of the last century, he knew that his hands were stained with blood.

He had hunted supernatural creatures, and because he hated his fate, he showed no mercy to these creatures - whether they were werewolves, demons, bloodlines, or living corpses, and he vented his hatred for his fate on them.

Until one day, he discovers that these supernatural creatures also have feelings, blood and tears, and will also be sad for their friends and sacrifice for their loved ones.

In that moment, the saints realized how wrong they had been.

These creatures, these threats, these aliens, were once human, are human now, and may not lose their humanity in the future.

The indiscriminate killing of the saints did not make humanity safer, but made the world more chaotic, and there is a cycle of cause and effect in the underworld, and every innocent alien who dies will give birth to an even more brutal alien.

These demons and monsters are constantly popping up, each seemingly more dangerous and cruel than the other, yet many of them are fully integrated into human society, hidden in communities and streets, and willing to accept them even if humans know their identity.

These friendly humans did not betray their fellow human beings, but discovered humanity in the other, realizing that the otherness is not an other, but a living person.

So, the saints were soft-hearted, and from the depths of their hearts resisted killing any aliens, but turned to help them, save them, and understand them.

But when he saw the cruel blood clan sucking up the blood of an innocent human family, the mad werewolf eating a child whole, the despicable living corpse sewing the limbs of the priest who treated him well into monsters, and the cult founded by the hypocritical demon ruining the family one by one, the saint fell into pain and panic, and he couldn't help but clench the spear he had given up, trying to tell himself that this was just an exception, and not all aliens were crazy.

It wasn't until he was almost killed by a Bloodclan because of his hesitation and foolishness that he broke his oath not to kill and burned the Bloodclan to ashes.

At that time, he almost died, but he met Lucifer. This first fallen angel told the saints that no one could foresee the future perfectly, at least never with precision. Whether a group is good or evil, and what impact will it have on the future? Lucifer couldn't tell.

The saint asked, "Then what shall I do with them?" What should I do with myself? ”

Lucifer said, "Some angels are judges, some angels are avengers, some angels are guides, some angels are deliverers, and some angels are bystanders." ”

The saint asked, "Spectators?" How to observe? Let things unfold until the last minute? By then, it's often too late. ”

Lucifer: "Even if it's too late?" By observing, gaining experience, you'll know what to do before the next thing gets out of hand. ”

The saint said, "But how do I become a bystander?" ”

Lucifer said, "Don't judge easily, don't hate easily, don't guide easily, don't save easily, watch carefully, calm your mind, stay out of the way." Even if you sometimes kill, there is no need to get excited; Even if you sometimes do good, don't be complacent. ”

The saint then became the observer of the world.

He will still kill and forgive the aliens, but when he kills, his conscience will not be tormented, even if his enemies are unarmed and seem weak. When he forgives, even if his enemies seem to be cruel and heinous, he will never regret it.

He is an out-of-this-world man who no longer considers himself an alien and no longer suffers from the curse of an alien.

He reached complete calm.

So he can easily kill the enemy, without dragging mud and water, and without being disturbed afterwards.

The loudspeaker above the factory made a whining noise, and the saint heard the voice of Gottlix, and he gritted his teeth and asked in a gloomy tone, "Black Coffin Sword Saint, you bastard again!" ”

The saint continued to walk towards the great pillar and the huge demon in it, which he felt was just an empty shell, not yet giving birth to a soul.

Or has the demon's soul been removed?

Gottrix said, "What are you doing? We have nothing to do with the world here, and we have not endangered the black coffin, you shameless invader, you executioner! ”

The saint made his voice resound through the sky: "This factory gives you endless energy, so that you can control the demons, it is a great threat! You can't fool me with your words. ”

Gottlix said, "If you want to add sin, why not? It's our technology, it's our engineering, and we've put a lot of effort into it, and millions of people in the empire will benefit from it, and we don't use it for war, it's you who start it! Your eyes are red and you are jealous, so you kill and slaughter our warriors and civilians! You are duplicitous and insincere! ”

The saint said, "I will close this rift anyway, the world is miserable enough, and you don't need to add to the chaos." ”

Gottrix: "If you go back now, you won't have to face Yegri's wrath, or she will take revenge on each and every one of you cruelly, and you will see her eat your relatives and friends with your own eyes!" ”

The saint finally arrived at his destination, and he couldn't help but gasp.

In the open space of the city, at least 5,000 people gathered, draped in blankets and holding water bottles, adults hugging children, young people supporting the elderly, staring blankly and helplessly.

These are civilians!

"Look, we've settled here, it's our home!" said Gottrix! ”

The saints immediately understood, and shouted, "You have instilled their faith in the Great Demon here!" ”

Gottrix: "They worship the Great Demon because the Great Demon allows them to live well, and the faith of mankind can be turned into water and food here, and faith has created miracles, and this miracle is what those of us who have been forsaken by God desire the most." ”

The saints observed the structure of this factory, and yes, everything could not have been clearer. The faith of humanity converges on the Great Demon, who helps them build a facility through which the Epoch Empire gains infinite energy and learns more esoteric demonic sorcery.

They didn't know what the Great Demon was, and they didn't think about whether doing so would lead to a bigger crisis, and they were desperate to do it, not thinking about the consequences.

Ambrosa was not wrong, this facility must be destroyed, and quickly, the ritual is about to be completed.

The saint shouted, "Let everyone go, send them away through the portal!" ”

Gottrix said, "Ridiculous, opening a portal deep in the Rift? Why don't you just send them to heaven? ”

The saint ran out of time, so he took the hourglass and ran to the big red pillar. When the people saw the saints, they were terrified and cried out, "It's that man!" It's that person! "He's coming, the devil of the black coffin is coming!"

Gottrix said angrily: "Come on, you are dead!" ”

Suddenly, the saint felt the force field envelop him like a giant net, and Gottrix shouted, "How? It's the power of the demons here, and I'm stronger than the last time I met, and much stronger! ”

Several black demons emerged from behind the house, erecting long horns, and charging towards the Saints. The saint was on fire, and the scorching sun bloomed, and the black demon was too painful to come near him again.

The saint strengthened his strength and fought against the force field, which exuded demon-slaying power that made it crumbling and precarious. Finally, Gottrix screamed, and the force field disappeared.

The lich could not withstand the excessive mana, and collapsed.

The saints rushed to the pillar and placed the hourglass on the ground. He looked back at the dense crowd of people in the clearing, most of whom did not know what was going to happen, and though they were afraid, he saw that the saints were like this, and thought that he had let them go.

Three minutes.

This hourglass kicks in.

In an instant, the saint seemed to be in a fiery torment, he wanted to tell these people what would happen, he wanted them to flee quickly, he wanted to save these innocents.

But he knew they were hopeless.

The saint calmly left the factory, marching at a sonic speed towards the exit of the rift.

He didn't feel like he had sinned.