"Holy See?"

The old man, who was as ethereal as a soul, sat beside the cracked flower bed and looked at her, a self-deprecating smile on his blurred face: "I am not here to meet you as the Pope. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sixteen years ago, I met you when you came to the Holy City, and I didn't expect to have a chance to see you again. ”

"This is God's gift to me. The old nun replied in a low voice.

The apparition of the Red King shook his head and sighed, "God has not favored you, nor will He take credit, sister, this is the great Judge's favor to you." ”

"Hmm. ”

The old nun looked up at the firelight in the distance, slowly bowed her head, turned her head, and stared at the old man beside her, her eyes expecting: "Those children who have been favored by you, are they okay?"

"As I promised you, I have been watching them. ”

The Red King was silent for a moment, as if recalling, and said, "Sixteen years have passed, and a lot has happened. Hamilton left the orphanage two years after you left, and was financed by a businessman with integrity, following your teachings to him.

Now that he is married to the merchant's daughter, the business is dull and not good.

Windsor and Tammy got married, had three children, they often quarreled, after Tammy died of cholera, Windsor took three children to remarry a blacksmith, the blacksmith was not good to the children, but taught them all his skills......

Iger followed Winston to become thieves, and they were hanged six years ago for stealing from nobles...... Mace took a few companions, changed his name and went to the border, did some smuggling business, and returned to his hometown after making enough money......"

For a long time, the Red King told the fate and experiences of the children, and told the nun in front of him what he had seen.

The old nun listened in silence, closing her eyes, remembering the children's faces, smiles, and the warmth of the palms. In this cold ruin, she seems to be no longer lonely, far away from the world, still with their company.

“...... Teresa, as you hoped, your children have come out of their own way through their lives. ”

The Red King looked at him and whispered, "Some of their lives are happy, some are unhappy, some are finally relieved, and some are resentful. But they always have the purest gratitude and love for you.

Their lives began because of you, and your life is not without meaning. ”

"That's right. ”

The old nun lowered her head, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand in embarrassment, covered her face, and wiped her gaffe, but couldn't help choking: "Great...... It's so nice......"

"Thank you, Holy See. ”

She raised her face and looked at the Pope in front of her, her eyes filled with tears and joy.

"Teresa, it's me who feels guilty with you. ”

The Red King shook his head, stretched out his hand, stroked her long withered hair, and asked softly, "Are you still willing to fulfill our agreement? ”

"It's my pleasure. ”

The old nun replied softly, bowing her head to the apparition in front of her, "Goodbye, Holy See. ”

"Goodbye, Teresa. ”

The Red King lowered his eyes and said softly goodbye:

"May you and I meet again in Heaven. ”

And so, a divine glow rose from the sky.

In the flames of burning light, the old nun smiled and closed her eyes, and a cold melody sounded from the aging body, echoing between heaven and earth.

Just listen.

The world is silent.

All things are intimidated.

Only this melody of mercy flows between heaven and earth.

In that glow, Teresa seemed to merge into the light, and the light burst out of her body, gently and compassionately sprinkled into all the darkness, as if embracing, embracing everything into her arms.

Trio in E flat major.

The music theory and movement, which are engraved at the core of Schuber's staff, after giving up attachment, seem to embrace all things, sublimated in a lonely and cold melody.

Praise the whole world and embrace all things God has made.

Selfless.

No one can resist the embrace of almost redemption, the melody is like a drizzle, quietly accompanying everyone, like a shadow, but unable to resist, unable to refuse the compassionate love in this melody.

In just an instant, the gentle melody has been wrapped around everyone's body, deep into every corner of the ruins.

In the burning agony, the old nun raised her head and looked at the heavens as if she were gazing at the stars.

The gaze fell on the other side of the stars.

You can get a glimpse of the past and the future from a distance.

She truly incarnates all things.

In the next moment, the cold melody quietly sank into silence and came to an end, followed by the thrilling sound of the piano. The stars trembled, and with her outstretched arms, they rose and fell like piano keys, sprinkling the ultimate salvation.

This was Schubert's last performance.

Sacrifice yourself, embrace the flame, and bring light and redemption to the world.

The sacrificial stamp, which had not been used by a generation of Schubert since its inception, was now completed in the hands of an old nun who was not even a musician.

She spiritualized the movement with her own soul, made the sacrificial movement complete, awakened, and transformed herself into the music theory in it, with which she played this final elegy.

"...... Prometheus!"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan finally came to his senses, and his face turned pale.

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"Stop! Damn it, stop her!"

It was only at this moment that the withered head finally lost its shape, "Is it true? How could they possibly achieve such a......! What did you do!!"

Even in the face of the punishment of God's wrath, he had never experienced such fear and anger.

"The Day of Wrath" only destroys natural disasters and heresy, but "Prometheus" brings complete redemption and change. Even natural disasters can be completely transformed.

Once the movement is complete, the entire ruins will be completely transformed into branches of the Sacred Cauldron, becoming the Heavenly Fire that will bring a new era to mankind.

And everything that the Abyss does will become a stepping stone to the Divine Cauldron, and the battle to bet on the fate of the future Abyss will become a complete joke!

But who can master such a miracle, and who can be compassionate enough to bring salvation to natural disasters?

The holy name of Schubert was passed down for dozens of generations, until the inheritance was severed, and the scepter was sealed in the body of the consumable.

In these hundreds of years, no one has been able to truly grasp this power, or even awaken it.

No one can truly grasp the path of compassion, not even the edge of it.

But now, this kind of fairy tale like a tooth fairy can be completed in the hands of a consumable? An old woman like a puppet would have mercy on demons and natural disasters?

This is a great irony!

"Ring the bell, prepare the carrier, wake up the black knight completely!"

The mutilated head quickly made a decision, and the withered face was full of hideousness: "Kill everything, destroy everything! The future of the abyss must not be ruined by this!"

Abandon everything here, convert the existing ruins into food for the completion of the Black Knight, and let the Black Knight sweep everything and destroy everything.

The hundreds of years of savings and long-term preparations of the abyss will completely turn into nothingness, but at least it can still preserve its vitality and not completely lose its momentum and fall apart.

This is a sacrifice after all, and the mutilated head must be held responsible for it afterwards, and it will be difficult for the Abyss Sages to gather the scattered abyss together as usual.

This is already the last resort and has to be for.

But soon, everyone else was engulfed in chaos.

The open iron box was empty.

"How is it possible? Where? Where, there must be a ...... here" The big-headed dwarf reached out blankly, probing the empty box over and over again, and at last, let out a desperate wail:

"The elements of the Black Knight...... It's gone!

He flipped over the iron box and shook it vigorously, but nothing fell out of it. It was empty and empty.

Only at the bottom of the iron box was a note saying goodbye.

The handwriting was sloppy, and at the end, an ugly smiling face was drawn.

The mutilated head stared blankly at the note, and roared angrily:

"Naberis !!!"

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"What are you doing?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the divine light in front of him, and suddenly his head cracked, and a sharp pain burst out from his skull, as if a knife cone was piercing out of his brain, with a sharp and profound dull pain.

He looked at the burning nun in the light, stretched out his hand, angrily smashed the light in front of him, and roared: "Answer me, what are you doing?"

The nun was silent, in the flames.

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to call her name, but fell silent.

What's her name?

It turned out that he still didn't know her name.

He can't be blamed for this, no one can blame him.

Who cares about an old woman's name?

She wasn't precious, she wasn't beautiful, and she wasn't even useful except for a little bit of scolding Schubert. You've made a great promise and saved her life, who could ask for more?

"I've given you freedom. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at her with a hoarse voice: "You can live and not die for anyone, but why did you choose this dead end?"

Answer me, for what?"

He couldn't suppress his anger, and the voice ended, like a roar, hoarse, and the veins on Tie Qing's face collapsed, like a demon.

"—for the so-called gods?, for the clay idols and empty shells?!"

In the fire of sacrifice, the old nun bowed her head.

Her expression was still so humble, like a child who was caught after making a mistake, trembling. Even as flames were pouring out of her shell, incinerating her inch by inch.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I've disappointed you again. ”

She smiled embarrassedly, dodging Ye Qingxuan's gaze: "I just think that someone has to do something."

If someone needs to be sacrificed, why don't I be a useless person...... At least, it's for the world, isn't it?"

When she said the last sentence, she no longer dodged Ye Qingxuan's eyes, but just smiled, which made Ye Qingxuan feel tingling.

Endless flames of light poured out of her shell like a torrent of light that stretched the heavens and the earth, and then rained down the rain of compassion that saved all things from thirst.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to hear those crazy shouts from afar.

It was prayer of ecstasy, praise of fanatical fanatism, and frenzied shouting.

Pray for the gods to send down their mercy.

Praise this true miracle.

Hail this great sacrifice.

"Holy, holy, holy!"

In the fleet of the Order, the bishop's face turned red with excitement, staring at the light of Prometheus, his eyes were fanatical: "Heavenly Father is perfect, a miracle is born!"

"Behold, behold, is this not the will of God, is this not the light of salvation?!"

"What a pure devotion, what a laudable sacrifice!"

He roared feverishly, and he exclaimed, "The piety we have waited for has finally reached heaven and made the gods approve it!"

Praise and worship, everybody!

The kingdom of God is coming! Divine salvation is coming!"

It was as if the gods had really appeared in the sky, and with just a few spills of redemption, the whole world was happy, and countless people worshiped them fervently. But all the while, no one thought about what the so-called salvation was paid for.

No, such a small price compared to a precious miracle shows the generosity of the gods.

It only needs to be sacrificed, it is only necessary to praise, it is only necessary to believe......

"Is this the world you want to save?"

"It's not worth it, it's not worth your sacrifice, why don't you understand!"

Ye Qingxuan was furious and roared: "If God really loves this world, then this world should be good and should have your place!

He stretched out his hand, and the staff of fate slammed down, struggling with Schubert's movements, even as the flame of light burned him. It's like a praying mantis waiting for death to stop in front of the rolling wheels of miracles.

In the silence, the old nun was silent.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan for a long time and smiled with relief.

"My lord, God, probably doesn't love us, right?"

She stretched out her hand and gently pushed away the life-saving straw handed over by Ye Qingxuan, rejecting the last hope.

In the flames, her eyes were full of compassion, and she smiled at Ye Qingxuan:

"But at the very least, we can choose to cherish each other. ”

The headache became more and more intense, Ye Qingxuan reached out to press the dull pain on his forehead, gritted his teeth, and reached out to hold her.

But she was engulfed in flames and disappeared.

The flames of light rose into the sky, and the magnificent melody resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

As if in response to this miracle, the ruins cheered, and the last fragment of the stone plate slowly rose, attracting the scattered cores, and in an instant, they converged into one.

The sea of ether boiled in an instant, like the terrifying fluctuations of the stars bursting one after another, the ether realm and the material realm suddenly overlapped, and in the distant great source, a ray of hallucinatory light quietly shone down.

It was as if there was a baby's cry, as if there was nothing.

But everyone felt that some invisible behemoth had been born from the Great Source and descended on this world.

Natural disasters spawn.

A miracle has finally struck.