A spear came out of the saint's body, it was originally in the shape of a fish bone, but now it has changed, it is still the color of white bone, but the surface is as smooth as ivory, and there is blood left at the tip of the spear.

That belongs to the Son of God, and the Church says that the blood of the Son of God cleanses the sins of the world.

But no, the only function of the blood was to create saints.

With a sneer on his face, Bakken said, "Longinus! I've heard rumors about you, fighting the prisoners of the seabed, assassinating the Archon of the Black Coffin, defeating the creature of the Necromancer, and killing us of the Sallotes and the Remours. But I suspect you're lucky, am I right? Because my third eye has spiritual vision, I can see how many pounds and taels a person's soul has. ”

He pointed at me and said, "You are weak, Longinus, you have deceived many people with all your boasting and exaggeration, but you have not deceived me. We Sallotes have many nicknames, but the most famous is 'Soul Eater', do you know why? ”

Saint Longinus replied, "For your eyes guide the soul." ”

Beckon laughed and said, "Guide the soul? That's an old-fashioned trick. We were once good healers and righteous warriors, but what did that bring us?

Perish! Only perish! The bloodline of Remor has eaten away at the blood and soul of Salot's ancestors, and the rest of the ancient companions have stood idly by! Because our eyes are psychic, they fear our power, and they condone and even assist the usurpers of Remorse to exterminate us, just as Giovanni exterminated the Cappadocia!

From then on, we gave up guiding souls and switched to Balism. Balism hardens our hearts and changes our weakness and hypocrisy. We understand one thing: the Bloods are a society of predators, and they cannot tolerate the weak good, but they can accommodate the powerful demons. We are no longer extraditers of souls, but devourers of souls, as the rest of the Bloods call us! ”

Armed with a war hammer, he charged the Saint Longinus. The saints stepped forward, spears striking at the enemy without showing weakness. The two exchanged weapons, Beckon's war hammer swung quickly left and right, the saint blocked left and right, Beacon roared, and the third eye bloomed with a strange light, which turned into a ring and exploded with a bang, and the saint Longinus fell backwards at least thirty meters.

Beckon laughed, "My eyes are like turrets, the power that triggers my soul, pure and intense. And you, Longinus, are nothing more than that! I have uncovered your emperor's new clothes, rest assured, I will not tell anyone else, but I will slaughter you and become the hero of the incomparably glorious Anno Empire. ”

The saint said, "That's all there is to your pupils, isn't it?" It will not be both hypnotic and copy, both summon and set on fire, and cheat. ”

Beacon shouted, "I don't know what you're talking about!" A flash of fire came out of his eye, which the saint avoided, and the flash of fire caused an explosion, like a rocket launcher.

The saints believed that Bakken was like a five-generation elder, and that he was an avenger who was full of hatred and tempered himself with inhuman cruelty, and that he was skilled and proficient in soul powers, comparable to the elders of the Black Coffin.

Beken's vision followed the saint, and the saint felt uncomfortable, as if a parasite was constantly sucking on his marrow, no, not the marrow, but the soul. Using the Eye of Shadow, the Saint finally saw why, and the ghost released by Bakken was attached to the Saint's shoulder, burrowing into the Saint's head with its sharp, slender tongue.

His spiritual eyes can release soul energy, and he can also suck the souls of others. He was indeed a Soul Eater, and if he fought too long, the Saints would get weaker and weaker, and Beacon would get stronger.

Beckon ran like a tiger, approaching in a moment, his hammer in both hands and smashing down on the Saints, his eyes once again glowing brightly. Suddenly, the saint unleashed the Blade of Extermination, a storm of thunder and fire enveloped him, and the power of destruction enveloped his enemies.

Beacon roared, his soul forming a shield, and he jumped out of the encirclement before the shield melted. A warrior of the Salotte Clan, he had survived many battles in antiquity and countless hunts by the Remors, and he was adept at dealing with magic such as the Mindblade.

Beckon smiled: "You are the Extinction Blade, therefore, I have seen through your strength, all the human mages I have dealt with, once I crack this move, it means that their donkey skills are poor." Longinus, your telepathic blade is not strong enough to kill me the moment I escape.

You've exposed your hole cards, and I can kill you with confidence. Your head will be the spoils of my favor, the allies of the Black Coffin and the Sword and Shield Society will tremble at my name, and the Anno Empire will soon have one more powerful cardinal, Beckon Linchi! ”

His smile was very bright and proud, and he was not in a hurry to attack, and the saint could only let him finish his sentence. Of course, Beckon was waiting for the vortex of extinction to subside on its own, and he would not risk taking the initiative at this moment.

Then the saint said, "How much do you know about the Blade?" Soul Eater? ”

"It's just a fig leaf for humanity, and the power of the bloodline's discipline is far greater than that of human magic. Humans are mimicking our ability to transcend attempts, and for us, that's just instinct. How can a clumsy monkey trick outweigh an innate talent? ”

The saint held the holy spear in both hands, turned it in a circle, and erected it, and said, "The blade is not instinct, but the embodiment of the human spirit. When human beings are in the midst of all kinds of difficulties and dangers, their mental state will trigger potential, and it will lead to miracles. Some say it's a gift from God, others say it's some kind of genetic mutation, and others believe it's the upheaval of the environment that gives humans the power to live.

You're completely wrong, Soul Eater. The blade reflects the freedom of human beings, the heart of human beings. Instead of mimicking the abilities of supernatural creatures, Mindblade is trying to fight those monsters to win. ”

The light on the tip of the gun turned golden, like golden ink rendering the aperture of extinction, and the light was soft, like a gentle lake, like a comfortable sun.

Sunlight.

Beken's laughter turned into a scream, and in an instant he began to smoke, began to turn black, and he tried to dodge, fleeing to the caverns down the mountain, but the saint seemed to be able to manipulate the light, and before Beckon could move, the light twisted and swirled, tracking him.

Beckon was shocked: "You can make sunlight? ”

The saint's eyes were lowered as if to repent of his past sins, and he said, "I have studied the sunshine, and I have studied it a lot, and I have studied it deeply, perhaps too deeply. ”

Some things are irreparable.

Beckon was fast, but not as fast as the light of a creature, and the light hit Beken's legs hard, and Beckon limped down the hill, but a wall of sunlight blocked his way, and he was stained with the light, and his cry became more and more terrible, and he rolled and crawled in the ground, trying to dig a hole and burrow into the mountain.

He's not Ganger, he can't do that.

Beckon turned and saw the Saint standing in front of him, and the Saint said, "I can manipulate the light and transform it into sunlight, and even the faint flame of a candle can harm the Bloods, and harm the creatures of darkness." ”

Beacon's eyes widened, and suddenly, with all his might, he fired a soul light at the Saint, but the Saint used his spear to block the enemy's last stand. Bacon let out a cry of grief and lost consciousness.

He was covered in burns, which could not be healed quickly with demon blood, otherwise the sun would not be considered a natural enemy of the blood clan.

The saint looked up at the starry sky, and in this moment he realized what Martin had said. In that dense galaxy, there is a satellite hidden there, and in the satellite, there is another sufferer. Half-asleep and tormented by his memories, he mourned for humanity and wept for himself.

He must have witnessed everything that happened on Earth, the demise of humanity, the dimming of the sun, the mutation of demons, the alternation of worlds.

The saint had countless words to ask him, but the sufferer remained silent.

yes, they're too far apart to speak. But even if they face each other, they may not be able to talk.

That's it.

I am no longer a saint, and Fishbone Longinus is back.

I no longer feel sorry for myself, I no longer stand tall and pretentious, I am in a relaxed mood, I have no guilt, only the joy of defeating a strong enemy.

I picked up Bakken and walked back to the Valley of the Sailings.

The sun is about to rise, and the true sun, an uncontrollable force, will wipe out this ancient bloodline in just ten seconds. I think it would be better to take him prisoner than to kill him.

Kara stood at the mouth of the hole and looked forward to it, and when she saw me, she immediately retracted her head, and I walked into the hole, and she looked at me casually and smiled, "Father, I knew you were going to win." ”

I said proudly, "I am the Sword Saint of the Remnant Sun, and this name can make the Blood Clan tremble, and the Blood Clan's baby will stop crying. ”

Kara asked, "Will there be babies in the Bloodline?" ”

It's a tricky question, and I can't answer it.

Edelman pointed at Bakken and asked, "Good fellow, why don't you just kill him, sir?" ”

"He's an important figure in the Anno Empire, and we have a lot of information to get out of his mouth."

The mercenaries were apprehensive and said, "He's a ghost, he can occupy people's bodies, and such a monster can't be trapped." ”

I shook my head and said, "He doesn't want to take a mortal body, and we're almost home." ”

.....

Lamia opened the door, looked at me, Carla and Martin, slightly surprised, and asked, "Who are these two cute little angels?" ”

Before I could answer, Kara said with the skill of a college interview: "Mother, I'm Cassandra Longinus, you can call me Kara." This is Martinis Longinus, my brother, he's a genius, please don't mind his loneliness just yet. ”

Lamia seemed to think it was funny, grinned a few times, looked at me and asked, "What's going on?" ”

At this time, I must answer her questions seriously and properly, and if I don't answer carefully, I may be miserable with the Iron Fist of Love, and let the Remnant Sun Sword Saint be discredited.