For a moment, Albert looked back in astonishment.

In the rainstorm-covered streets, he listened sluggishly to the loud noise in the distance, the sky was torn apart, and the blazing wind stirred the rain and poured it on him.

His face turned pale.

He saw the white waterfall break free of gravity and rise towards the sky.

It was a sea of evaporation in heat comparable to that of the scorching sun, and the thick, red-hot boiling water vapor rode in the foehn wind, stacked on top of each other, like towers, stretching towards the sky.

Eventually, it broke off and collapsed towards the Holy City.

Water vapour dissipates in hurricanes and torrential rains.

Immediately after, a little orange light appeared on the towering city wall. The pitch-black color first turned orange and then red.

The crimson spread in the torrential rain, the iron walls were burned red, and the red-hot molten steel burst out from the torrential rain.

Streams of scorching iron flowed down the walls and ran over the earth like tears under the ravages.

In the end, there was an earth-shattering roar of tearing.

The iron wall was pierced through dozens of feet thick, and under the bombardment of endless music, all enchantments and barriers were torn apart like tissue paper.

The red-hot iron walls crumbled and crumbled towards the earth.

Terrifying currents of heat erupted from the gap, like sharp blades, piercing into the heart of the Holy City.

Along the Avenue of the Prophets, the torrent surged across the sacred square, rushing through the streets, brutally evaporating everything that was caught up in it, leaving behind a spreading flame.

The sound of collapse was endless.

In the midst of the horrific hurricane, the frenzied heat spread and almost scorched Albert's head.

In the distance, the Zhongcheng Prayer area was lit and wailed in the fire.

A terrible tangent line stretched straight forward, followed by a red-hot iron oar, fighting the torrential rain, rapidly evaporating the water vapor, drying up and condensing, emitting a pungent stench.

Molten lapis dotted the hot pitch-black surface, like the lines of ore, curling against the sky with a twisted smile.

Then it was trampled to pieces by the sole of one foot.

Ye Qingxuan stepped over the gap and stood on the earth of the Holy City, looking up at the city on fire.

Wails came from afar.

Admiring the great destruction, he took off his gloves and threw them on the ground, his heavy coat fluttering in the foehn and the sound of hunting.

"Isn't that nice?"

He bathed in the warm breeze and narrowed his eyes: "At least it's warmer." ”

Behind him, a huge shadow slowly rose, and the nomadic mountains rose above the sky, casting a hideous silhouette towards the burning city.

The endless shelling continues.

On the surface of the sea along the coast, the royal fleet formed by Long Wei still spewed poisonous fire into the sky, and the stars rose one by one, and after crossing a long arc, they crossed the city walls and fell into the city, setting off a roar one after another.

After a fierce battle, the bloodless armored knights fell from the sky and gathered behind him.

In the end, a wheelchair stood beside him, and the man in the wheelchair looked up at him:

"Continue?"

"Continue—"

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head calmly and stared at the tower in the distance: "Isn't there still so many enemies that have not been defeated?"

"What about ordinary residents?"

"If it's out of the way, wherever they go. ”

"What about those who resist?"

"Don't ask stupid questions like that. ”

Watson smiled, his eyes narrowed as he knocked on the armrest of his wheelchair: "So, what about the people who surrendered?"

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, just glanced at him.

That's the answer.

Watson waved his hand contentedly and gave the final order:

"-Purification!"

So, the distant fleet sounded the horn.

In the sky, the steel creatures rained down like a torrent of rain, smashing to the ground, wedged into the steel, and towering in flames.

The stake of Rulin towers above the holy city.

Hundreds of years later, the light of cruelty returned with the Inquisition, hanging over the city, ...... Burn it all!

-

In the central cathedral of the Resurrection, a dejected Albert pushes open the door and stumbles in.

Staring at that back, gasping for exhaustion.

In the silent hall, there were only old men bowing their heads in prayer.

"Is it worth it, Holy See?"

Albert's voice was hoarse.

The Red King's eyes were lowered, and his expression was still calm: "What's the pity of taking away a monster with something destined to lose its value?"

The fall of the Order was sealed at the moment of defeat, and no one would allow the resurrection of the vast organization that once dominated the world.

All that awaits the Order is brutal division, merciless reckoning, and unreserved suppression, until all its residual value is squeezed out and swept into the dust of history, becoming a thin page in the history books.

There's nothing wrong with that.

At least for the last Red King, there's nothing bad about it.

There is life and death, and the destruction of the Order is already doomed on the day of its creation, and it is only sooner or later.

Even gods can't live forever, let alone an obsession left over from thousands of years ago?

The old times are doomed to pass.

If you can complete the final mission with this mortal body, then you can finally count yourself as a worthy death.

If we can no longer support the operation of the world, then at least we must eradicate the hidden dangers of the future.

- For the great future of mankind.

So, the order of the gods killed the gods who had descended on this world.

Then, use your remaining value to lay the final trap.

As Hermes prophesied, the Old Gods will die.

Three pillars of gods, three sages, four living creatures, and eight phenomena......

All natural disasters have dissipated.

- And when the 'God's Natural Disaster Charr' was destroyed, all that remained was 'Human Natural Disaster: Ye Qingxuan'.

This is the deepest fear facing nations today.

If he chooses to ascend to the throne of God, who can stop him?

When the value of all things is determined by Ye Qingxuan's words, if this excessively large power gets out of control, how dark will the future of mankind be?

Is it true that after everyone has gone to great lengths to destroy a god, it is to welcome a new god to rule over everything?

Then, there is only one result left.

Destroy him.

It's like destroying the Charles.

This is the tacit judgment of the nations.

It's not a big deal for the Holy City to be buried with it, and if he can fulfill his mission, it's not a pity to drag this rotten and bloated order to pieces together.

As long as it can destroy all the monsters in the world.

Just usher in a new era.

Amid burning and wailing, the bells of the Central Chapel rang.

The judgment against the Son of God is about to begin, and the final judge is about to enter.

"Let's go, Albert. ”

The Red King got up and turned and walked towards the venue: "This is the final battle. ”

But Albert was still standing still.

Trembling.

I don't know if it's because of fear, or because of ...... Wrath!

"It's not a battle at all, Holy See!"

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and let out a hoarse voice: "It's just a despicable murder. ”

The Red King's footsteps stopped, and he turned around, his eyes calm and calm.

"Isn't the real battle always like this? It's not grandeur and glory at all, it's not even tragic, it's just a fight.

Because you have to do the right thing, and you have to do it over and over again.

Even if the future becomes fragmented and buried in the wilderness......"

"The right thing?"

Albert laughed weakly, "That's what you want? Okay, I'm not going to do it." At least I can choose not to go down properly. ”

The Red King withdrew his gaze, and instead of holding back, he turned and left.

Single-mindedly going down the road to death.

Leaving Albert in despair, he stood still, looking at his back, and screaming with all his might: "Until he died! Wagner believed that you could save the world again! How could you let him down!"

"No, I won't. ”

This is the final answer.

The Red King pushed open the door and walked into the hall of judgment.

The door closed.

-

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The sound of fighting echoed through the burning city.

The iron streams gathered by the armored knights rushed to the ground, scattered, and rushed in all directions, destroying all buildings in their path, killing all those who resisted, setting fire to all those who surrendered, and crushing everything in their sight.

Clad in blood-red robes, the Hammers of the Witches hold aloft the same emblem, carrying fire and judgment upon all heretics.

Cleanse all iniquity.

Purify all impurities.

Destroy all heresy.

Even if the enemy is the Order, it will not hesitate.

And the last team of witches' hammers gathered around Ye Qing Xuanxian, following the purification musicians who had been given master-level permissions forward, and marched straight towards the central sanctuary.

Gouge through all defenses and resistance.

Walk forward with blood and fire.

Until finally, come to the sacred Destiny Square.

The stone inscribed with the music of fate had been shattered in the flames, collapsed, and turned into meaningless wreckage and ruins.

And at the end of the square, the Templars guarding the Papal Palace drew their swords.

Amid the roar of the whales, reinforcements finally arrived from outside the Holy City.

Like a star pendant, the knights created like lapis fell in front of Ye Qingxuan, pulled out the power halberd, and aimed it at his face.

Seventy-one Gospel armor hung high in the air, with a blazing halo on their heads, armed with heavy guns and giant shields, faintly forming an array.

"Hurry up and don't waste time. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand tiredly and looked at the towering palace in the Pope's Palace: "I still have a trial to attend, don't let me be late." ”

The Hammers of the Witches drew their swords and stepped forward, attacking the Templars.

The two sharpest swords forged by the Holy City finally collided in one place, sparks and roars erupted—the war finally reached its climax.

The colors of blood red and lapis blended with each other once, and when they collided with each other, they burst into a roar of gold and iron, wielding pure power and destruction.

In the midst of the chaos, the crowned knight in the center of the Templars finally drew his sword.

Cut forward!

Like a dragon's roar.

With a roar that sliced through the air, he severed the blade that had been blessed with the day of God's wrath, and the armor and the knight in it were simply cut in two.

The terrifying power erupted in an instant, forming a hurricane, roaring forward, and lifting Ye Qingxuan's hair.

Stung his eyes.

The knight of the crown stepped forward, stepping on blood.

It was just an ordinary armor, but in his hands, it exerted a power that surpassed the Gospel armor, and no matter what enemy was in front of him, he was simply cut into two pieces with a sword.

Until the end, he broke through the defense of the Witch's Hammer and stood in front of Ye Qingxuan in the face of the fire and thunder swayed by the purification musicians.

Dozens of meters away, Ye Qingxuan could clearly see the remaining cracks on his helmet.

The old armor still retains its former exploits and glory, but now it is covered in blood, and it is as hideous as a demon, choosing people to devour.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him for a long time, and let out a hoarse voice:

"Father, long time no see. ”