Robbie's right hand came out from under his left rib and knocked one of the Inquisitors out of the sky with a single shot.

At this time, he was still walking on his back, and he couldn't see the battlefield behind him, but he seemed to know where the enemy was. At the same time, his body spun, just right to dodge a streamer. At the same time, both hands were raised left and right, and it was two more shots.

Bang bang...... In the midst of the gunfire, one judge after another fell. No matter how fast they are, no matter what form they are in, Robbie's bullets will always hit their cores accurately. So they had to disappear, from the glorious Boca people, to clumps of smoke and dust that went with the wind.

Robbie wasn't fast, in fact, he was dancing like a dancer at the moment. Roam through endless streamers and void warps. The flowing clouds are no longer enough to describe, he feels more like enjoying himself at the moment, dancing with the streamer, blending into the light, enjoying the light. has developed to the extreme, and there is an illusion that the streamers are surrounding him and obeying him. The entire battlefield has become his stage.

"Light is the ...... of Salvation"

Robbie's voice rang out in the middle of the room, soft, gentle, yet clear. Even the roar of countless inquisitors could not suppress the slightest.

At the same time, two gunshots rang out, killing the two Inquisitors out of thin air.

"It's not a request."

Robbie tilted his head just in time for a stream of light to shoot at his head, his eyes slightly closed, his blond hair fluttering, but his right hand shot the inquisitor who attacked him into the sky like a miracle.

In the eyes of the Inquisitor, Robbie at this moment is like a humanoid arm, although he only has two hands, his gun can always appear in the most suitable place and at the most suitable time. No one could dodge his shots, as if they had been charging for a long time, waiting for the moment to reach the muzzle of his gun.

It's a gunshot intuition, a reflection of the ultimate understanding of gunmanship. Such a strong person, their shots no longer need to be aimed. There is no need to take advantage of the environment. Because spearmanship has been integrated into their blood, their souls. Guns are born for them, fight for them. As long as they pull the trigger, even if they can't hit, they will miss the bullet. This is called an absolute hit. The highest embodiment of spiritual unity.

No one can escape their bullets, just as no one can escape fate.

But what shocked Robbie the most was not his marksmanship, nor his amazing dance steps, but his demeanor.

He enjoyed the battle, and he enjoyed the look of death.

With such a fierce battle, there was not the slightest tension on his face, but it was so peaceful. His smile is like sunshine, dispelling the gloom in everyone's heart. And his voice echoed through the battlefield. Get straight to the heart.

"The Lord gives light all his life, not for glory but for salvation. For there is always justice in the world, and where there is light, there must be darkness. If everyone longs for light, how can darkness bloom? ”

Robbie spun around, staggered past one of the Inquisitors, and shot him in the back of the head.

"Darkness dwells in the world. It's nature, it's axioms. We cannot be disgusted by coldness, nor can we avoid it because of fear. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness flashed in Robbie's eyes. There's also a hint of fanaticism. He was also a little faster, and swooped through the crowd of Inquisitors. Hands from under the ribs, behind the back, on top of the head. Bullets are fired from the side.

After a split second, the Inquisitor freezes at the same time, then disintegrates and collapses in the light.

That's when Robbie stopped. The head hangs low. He looked at the Shining Spear in his hand. Ignore the enemies behind you.

"The mercy of the Lord is to give warmth to the darkness and salvation to the cold. Not repelled by evil, not spit on ugliness. ”

"Light be given all life, and darkness be to my Lord."

"It is the word of the Lord."

With a sigh, Robbie finally turned around, slowly raising his hands flat and crossing, 'EL' flashing with a dazzling holy light.

There were many enemies in front of him, but there was no threat in his eyes.

As he said, the judge and he believed in the same light. It's just that the beliefs of the two sides are different. The Inquisitor seeks pure glory, but he seeks the meaning of light.

No light can come out of thin air, and the brighter the place, the darker it will be. Thinking about it this way, how much pain, how much sin, behind the glory of the Boca people? If the people of Boca are unwilling to bear it, then to whom will all this darkness and pain be passed on?

"With great power comes great responsibility."

"Only know how to ask for the light...... Not qualified to ......" Robbie looked up suddenly, a piercing cold light shooting out of his eyes.

"Called glory."

Bang bang......

'EL' suddenly spat out a storm of gunfire. For a moment, no one knew how many shots Robbie had fired and how many enemies he had hit. His speed was so fast that he even exceeded the limits of a firearm. Patches of bullet rain instantly spread stars in the sky, like a web of light. Envelop all the enemies who rush towards him.

In the rain of bullets, one by one the inquisitors were torn apart, and one by one the energy cores were destroyed. What was once pure Light was driven away by another, holier force, like the squalor and darkness they had dispelled.

There were no screams, no screams.

All the judges seem to have received a baptism in this rain of light. Cleanse their souls, their minds, and also their sins and ugliness. No one knew what they had thought before they died, but it was evident from their serene expressions.

Maybe...... Are they repenting......

The sky was clear again, and patches of white light slowly fell and then merged into the earth. Robbie looked up, feeling the holiness in these points of light, and his heart was at peace.

"The realm of pure spirituality is not without heaven."

"Baptism of Light."

"To all, lost lambs."

EL disintegrates into particles of light in his hands. He turned to face Trius on the throne. Stroke your chest with your right hand and salute. "I'll make you laugh, Your Highness Trius."

"Fallen angels, saints?"

Trius's face did not have the calm he had before, he saw everything in his eyes just now, although the strength of the twin siblings and Robbie was nothing to him, but the identity of the other party surprised him a little.

Not to mention the blood of the fallen angels of the twin siblings, the holy light that Robbie showed him after the most was the part he cared about the most.

Saint.

This is a term used in both Robbie's Church of the Damned and the Boca clan. But the meaning is very different. In the church, a saint is a godly person who is of high character, pure in faith, and closest to God. In the Boca people, it means a distant legacy.

That religion was created in the Great Chaos Age to collect more Light Force.

In this religion, there is a god called God.

There was a martyr, called a saint.

He who throws himself into darkness for the sake of light. (To be continued......)

PS: What's that, Xiaodao apologized first, it's just a novel...... It's not discrediting the church, so don't be angry with your religious brothers and sisters...... The subject matter, the subject matter only.