She opened her heart and brought her memories before my eyes. Why did she do it? Perhaps it was the fire that rose uncontrollably, and it resonated with our hearts.

I saw the living female corpse begging in the street in a rag, and occasionally someone would give her some money and food, and even those who gave it would soon show a look of disgust and hurry away.

The Flame of the Dead made her hateful, for a long, long time.

Two people walked towards the female living corpse, a monk, a nobleman, the monk is human, the nobleman is.... Bloodline.

The Bloodline said, "Fianna, we've been looking for you for a long time. ”

The female corpse raised her head, and quickly drooped again, intending to leave them.

She was not afraid of them, there were few people in the world who could make her fear, she was the oldest living corpse, possessed great magical powers, except for her maker.....

She just hated the look of hatred on the way people saw her.

The Bloods said, "With your strength, why did you fall here? ”

The female corpse replied, "I like to be alone. ”

The monk said, "You are the oldest bearer of the Flame we can find, I beg you, we need your help." ”

The female living corpse said, "Come on, now you have the same face, but the Hellfire will soon make you change your face, and no one will be able to stay with me for long." ”

The Bloods, who was Remorle, seemed kind and kind, and he took the hand of the female corpse and said, "Please at least let us invite you to dinner." ”

The female living corpse hesitated for a moment, then agreed. She needs food, she needs company, she needs friends, and she doesn't always like to be ragged and helpless.

During the feast, they ate well, and the monks and Bloods seemed to have learned some way to resist the disturbances of the Stygian Fire—even at her level. This is a rarity in the thousands of years of life of a female living corpse.

The Bloodclan told a few jokes and amused the female living corpse, and she began to harbor the naïve fantasy that they could be friends. The Bloodline and the Living Corpse are both supernatural creatures with extraordinary powers.

Maybe the Bloods just wanted to take advantage of her, and that's fine, she didn't mind, she used to go so far as to become a prisoner or a slave in order to get close to humans, and the experience was much worse and very unsuccessful.

As a result, they wanted to extract the fire directly from her body and revive the monk's daughter.

The female living corpse smiled, disdainful of this, lamenting that their knowledge is shallow, and the corpse resurrected by the Hellfire is no longer the original dead, this is common sense, and it will definitely be possessed by the curse, the stronger the Hellfire, the deeper the curse.

"We're ready, if you're willing to help us," Remore said. ”

Bunian said: "I just want to see my daughter alive, whether she is the same as before, I don't mind." ”

Ah, they are superstitious believers in the Ancestral Flame, and they believe that the closer they are to the Ancestral Flame, the more they have the effect of resurrecting the dead.

There is no reason for a female living corpse to refuse.

She didn't use her previous ritual of making descendants, but delivered the fire directly from her body to the corpse - by the way, the corpse was indeed very beautiful, and it was not a lie that the female eighteen had changed, and Yegree later became crippled - in this way, the corpse became a doppelganger of the female living corpse, not a descendant, and they were equal.

During the period of recuperation, Remo took good care of the female living corpse, she didn't mind on the surface, but in fact she was deeply moved, maybe this was her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the blood clan and the living corpse, it sounded like a good pair.

When Yegree awoke, Remo invited Fianna back to the castle in London. He said, "You are extraordinary, and you are admired by the contemptible people, Fianna, and I hope you will continue to help me, and you know that there is no blood in the dispute between the blood clans..."

Fianna smiled and replied, "For your sake, my answer is obvious. ”

She thought London was the beginning of a good time in her life, but Remore betrayed her. She stepped into a trap, and in this circle of corpses, she became a lamb to the slaughter.

Remorse didn't really have good intentions, he just wanted to delve into the Ancestral Flame and find a way to get rid of Sallot, who was tormenting his soul.

After all, the fire of the soul is the fire of creation, the fire of creation, and can produce miracles comparable to those of the Creator.

The fire in Fianna's body was drained, and she became an empty shell, a real corpse. Her soul was kept in a container along with her fire.

She had been betrayed the worst she had ever been and felt so vicious that she had no idea how cold and isolated she had experienced before. From this, despair, hatred, and fear are born, and all these emotions merge into hatred.

In a state of chaos, Fianna prays to her creator – not the God she once learned that humanity believes in – that she wants to live, to live until the day of vengeance against the whole world.

The whole world is guilty, and it wasn't one person or two people who persecuted her to the point where she is now.

It was this rotten world that poured malice on her and every living corpse. Therefore, she will punish the world with a seed full of fire.

She didn't know that the world had been punished, and even if she did, she would continue to take revenge on the rest.

....

The fire eats away at my will.

Ever since I arrived in London, I seemed to be cut off from the madness web, I couldn't hear the voice of Parliament, only dark nightmares would talk to me.

It's not that I've broken free from the mad web, it's that the mad web has fallen into a short sleep, just like those servers, which need to be restarted after a long run.

The Mad Web was undefended, and the Flame of the Dead Flame allowed me to enter further into the Mad Web.

Make me miserable, make me hate.

My vision was blurry, everyone was just a shadow of activity in front of my eyes, my eyesight was getting worse and worse, and I could smell the stench in the room, which was coming from the pigsty next door.

I heard an old woman shouting, "Longinus! You pig! Get up and eat! ”

I remembered that I was Longinus before I became a saint, that I had an eye disease, that I was lame, that I was middle-aged, and that I was bald, and that this was not a sign of strength, but the beginning of a downward spiral in life.

I was a soldier of the Roman legionnaires, but I had no hope of being promoted, because I was often lazy in my work.

Now, when I go out into the streets, the people who were once intimidated by me laugh at me, insult me, and no longer fear me, and I want to beat them up, but I can't catch up with anyone.

I probably deserve it, because I've done it all because I've done it all, even if they're a bunch of shameless bastards.

How did I get here?

I hate everything in this world.

....

The old woman was Longinus's mother, and she wasn't a good man, and no mother would treat her son like that, as if he were a corpse resurrected by witchcraft.

Her mouth was broken and vicious, and she chattered about Longinus, sometimes swearing, and it was unbearable to hear; Sometimes there are no dirty words, but every sentence pierces the heart.

She knew where Longinus's heart was, because she had watched Longinus grow up, she understood all the shame and guilt of Longinus, she called him a short pig, she laughed at her son for being incompetent, and she also said that she was happy with men when she was young, which must have stimulated Longinus and made him a waste to this day.

She planted the seeds of Longinus's life's misfortunes, and now she uses them as weapons to attack Longinus and vent her own emotions.

She scolded: "Pig! A pig! ”

Longinus begged, "Please don't say that again, Mom." ”

You are my only relative.

She added: "Fasti, who was once trampled under your feet, now treats you like a pig, does he let you clean up his?" Smell his fart? To wash his woman's pants? ”

Longinus cried in his voice: "Stop, Mom! ”

She added, "How could I have raised such a son who is a waste and at the same time a Sergen? You don't have other skills, do you always peek at your mother taking a bath? You can't even peek at it now! ”

Longinus said, "No, never, please." ”

"If you have a daughter, you will definitely be ruined! You're such one...."

Longinus closed the door and picked up a gun carved from a fishbone, shutting up the female devil, who was no longer his mother, for good.

He had no daughters, but he longed for one, nay, many, many, thirteen daughters, all so lovely, true angels, in the dark night, staring at him with blood-red eyes, ah, where did this dream come from?

What exactly did I do?

Longinus looked at the corpse, which had a hole in her head and was oozing red slurry.

Why did I become like this? She is my only relative!

You're not Longinus, you're a primitive, and your soul has been cast by the devil, so it's constantly reincarnated.

You regret the sins you have committed, so you have fallen to this point.

Who? Who's talking?

It's the devil.

It's the Morning Star.

He found himself in the square, the scene was more enthusiastic than ever, people looked up, some were crying, some were cheering.

The man tied to the cross, the thin man with long beard and long hair, he was like the eye of the storm, even if he was dying, but if he said a word, he could destroy the human dynasty one after another.

I heard that he claimed to be sent by God, and he was the god stick that everyone was talking about?

Why did the Empire execute a god stick?

Longinus felt that there was light blooming from this martyr, so warm, so dazzling, so exciting, so soul-washing.

Why would such a character be tied to the execution ground and wait for an inevitable death?

The martyr said to the crowd, "Are you the one who redeemed me?" ”

He may not have been speaking to someone, but Longinus felt that he was speaking to himself.

You need salvation, but who will redeem me?

Longinus looked at the fishbone gun in his palm, he wiped his tears and sweat, separated the crowd, and walked to the cross.

He scolded a few words in foul language, and finally said, "Shut up! ”

He pierced the hearts of the martyrs with a spearhead gun.

Then, it seems that there is an explosion of light, which wrenches Longinus into a vortex of light.

.....

I returned from the depths of my soul and looked at the black giantess surrounded by fire and light.

We are all suffering, we are all cursed, we have all perished, we have all been resurrected.

Anatoly was wrong, I did not sacrifice the future of the saints.

The saints were integrated into me.

I am a saint.

I am the king of mankind.

The spearbone spear grew out of me and I held it hard.

The female corpse Fianna had also come to her senses, and she stood up and rushed towards me and Lamia behind me.

I remembered the words of the martyrs.

Yes, I am the one who redeemed you.

I don't need others to redeem me, I can redeem myself, redeem those I love.

I was bathed in infinite bright light, and so was the female corpse.

I pointed the tip of my gun at Fianna.

There was silence all around, and there seemed to be only light.

Heaven and Earth Yuan Ichi.

The powerful light she loved turned into an endless blade, and as the blade cut and destroyed her, Fianna screamed in pain and reluctance.

Yet this is the salvation that Longinus has given.