Among the triumvirate of the kingdom of heaven, the "Inquisitor" Uriel is not the one who is the best at fighting. The Angel Civil War that year was also because the "Vigilant Chief" Gabriel and the "Archangel" Lucifer fought to defeat both sides, and it took a long time and energy to expel Lucifer from the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, as a human being, Sophia suddenly changed her tactics and attacked Uriel with a sneak attack, which is actually not a great miracle.

But even though one of the sixteen wings was slightly cut by a human, the gap between the messenger of the gods and the human was there, and under the furious counterattack of Uriel, Sophia was finally beaten without any suspense. The Seraph Uriel activated the sixth of the Ten Commandments: "Thou shalt not kill!" and summoned a massive hammer of judgment, which knocked Sophia down several floors and shattered the hard floor.

The structure of the middle and upper buildings of the Papal Palace has almost been opened, and the façade of the original side facing the sea to the east has collapsed in large swaths.

With the collapse of the nuns' quarters, the two battlefields in the Papal Palace were joined together.

Owen gave up on the confrontation with Julian, and he hurriedly ran into the ruins and pulled up the seriously injured girl who fell to the ground.

"Is it alright?" Owen asked with concern.

"Well, I'm fine. Sophia smiled back with a bitter smile.

To say that it is completely fine, it is impossible. In the face of the bombardment of the giant Hammer of Judgment just now, Sophia condensed the "Holy Shield" to the smallest extent and blessed it on her left forearm, so that she could barely carry it down and not be beaten into flesh by a hammer, but the attack of the Seraphic Angel was by no means child's play, even if it was protected by a condensed version of the "Holy Shield", it could not completely resist all the damage. Her left hand was already crushed and fractured at this time, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't even lift it.

Although Sophia blessed herself with healing magic for the first time, it would take a long time for her arm to be repaired to the point where she could move freely. Fortunately, she landed by Owen's side, and she was no longer alone, which somewhat relaxed Sophia's nervous heart a little.

Owen knew that her left hand could not move, so he took Sophia's right arm and allowed her to stand up steadily, but this also limited Sophia's movements, at least the scythe that controlled her right hand was "cut" at this time.

If it was a normal time, Sophia must cherish the feeling of sticking to Owen, but she knew very well that this situation must not continue, not only did it affect her combat effectiveness, but even Owen's ability to move was also dragged down to a certain extent. Sophia's right elbow pushed slightly against Owen's chest, signaling him to let go of himself as soon as possible.

But Owen refused. He still held Sophia's arm tightly, showing no sign of relaxation. Sophia pushed 2 or 3 times without success, so she stopped holding out and let her back rest on Owen's chest.

The two had the same mind, and even if there were differences, there was no need for much communication and discussion, and a consensus was quickly reached. If you can die side by side, you will die without regrets.

Seeing Sophia and Owen working together, life and death, Julian's heart churned with a pang.

Why can others hold the hand of their son with their loved one, live and die together, but he Julian has to bear so much pain of parting and betrayal for the woman he loves, obviously loving each other, but they are enemies of each other, and repeatedly fight for their lives, even if the two finally untie the knot in their hearts and are no longer enemies, but they are immediately separated from life and death, yin and yang.

I recall every fragment of my past relationship with Frey, sweet, sour, bitter, and painful...... All kinds of thoughts and reluctance welled up in his mind. Julian couldn't help but feel sad, and his grief turned into dragons in the deepest part of his heart, running wildly within him.

"Poof......

Julian spurted out a mouthful of salty blood, and his eyes turned black. The holy sword "Eternal Victory" in his left hand was no longer stable, and it fell to the ground with a "long bang". Breaking away from contact with the Holy Sword, the self-healing power that the Holy Sword blessed on him also came to an abrupt end. Immediately after that, Julian's body was also unstable, he staggered forward, and half-knelt on the ground, if it weren't for the support of the magic sword "Tears of Repentance", Julian would have fallen to the ground.

"Why?why?why?why?why?......"

Looking at Owen and Sophia, who were snuggled together, Julian kept muttering the same question. His eyes, like his questioning tone, ranged from confusion to doubt, to unwillingness, to resentment, to accusation......

"Why!"

In despair, Julian finally stopped looking at Owen and Julian, and looked up to the sky to make the most unwilling accusation! His hands were so open that even the magic sword fell to the ground. But Julian didn't care, he just wanted to ask the heavens with the anger that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "Why do you want to do this to me and Frey? Why? God of Light, this is not fair!

Today's Julian is no longer depressed.

No matter how much he denied it in front of others, Julian couldn't deny his heart. That's right, he is willing to become the "collaborator" of the Seraphic Angel Uriel in this world, and help Uriel implement the plan to destroy the world, all for Frey. Julian longed, with the power of the Seraphic Angel Uriel, to finally bring Frey back and free her from the cage of death—even if he was to go to hell for his crimes.

But on the other hand, Julian didn't want to see the real apocalypse come to this world he was familiar with, so Julian called Owen from the heart in the midst of repeated confrontations, so that his only trusted childhood friend could stop himself and prevent the end of the world from happening.

It was these two contradictory thoughts that tormented Julian every moment of the year, and made him miserable. To a certain extent, Julian envied Owen, because Julian knew that although Owen had also suffered a lot, Owen always knew the road under his feet, he knew which direction he was going to, and he knew which goal he was going towards, but Julian didn't know where his final destination was, and he could only bear the two of himself day and night while fighting between heaven and man, wandering blindly in the dark, and finally losing himself.

"It's not fair, so what?" a voice full of majesty pressed down from overhead. If the three people present didn't all have good strength, they were afraid that the moment they heard the voice, their knees would weaken and they would fall to their knees with a "poof".

I saw the Seraph, emitting a dazzling holy light, slowly descending from the sky, and several pairs of light wings behind him were more flamboyant, huge, and gorgeous than before.

"Tell me, Venerable Uriel!" the grief-stricken Julian almost roared as he turned to the Angel of Judgment on high.

"If absolute justice is desired, the only way is to destroy together. The Seraphic Uriel replied coldly.

Looking back, even the angels in the kingdom of heaven are divided into several ranks, and the definition between classes is quite strict, let alone the mortal world? It is simply ridiculous to pursue absolute fairness, unless all things in the world are annihilated, and everything is returned to the stardust of the universe.