The wind lifted the dust from the mountain path, and the sparse neighing of the horses was like a bleak minor tune played by the third-rate musicians of a country tavern. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You...... is the source of the curse. ”

After an eerie moment of silence, the bishop closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spoke, saying.

His expression looked so painful. Even the two teams of cleaners behind him could feel this sudden wave of emotion, and they looked at each other, not daring to make a sound.

Sentiment......

What a strange thing for the bishop of St. Peter's Basilica.

"Yes, uncle. Thinking of this, Michelle suddenly felt a sense of revenge in his heart. She smiled contentedly, "You didn't disappoint me, and you finally came to me." ”

Completely breaking the shell of the bishop's hypocrisy, at this moment, she suddenly realized that maybe this scene in front of her was what she had been really looking forward to.

The idea of "revenge" took shape in her heart again.

"You're Michelle. The bishop reopened his eyes, regained his composure, and looked at Michelle coldly, "Why didn't I think of that......?" Michael...... You'll never forget that stupid name your father gave you. I should have thought of it a long time ago. ”

Hearing this, Michelle's right hand behind his back suddenly clenched into a fist and trembled slightly.

Bishop...... I shouldn't have mentioned that name.

However, under the effect of this drastic mood, the smile on her face was even stronger.

"You're a high priest, he's just a hunter. You've never taken him seriously, so how could you care about a boy's name he jokingly gave me so many years ago?" she said quietly, trying to maintain a sarcastic tone that didn't care.

How could she forget this kind of thing?

That was the source of all her hatred.

From the time she was born, the bishop's gloomy gaze stayed with her, lingering and etched in her childhood memories - when the bishop was not a bishop, but a priest in the town.

Even when she was very young, she knew that the bishop hated her.

It was her presence that brought her mother and father together, and it was her presence that forced the bishop to marry his sister to a huntsman with no future in the town. She was like a shadow left by the demons in the Bishop's world, and the Bishop hated her father as much as he hated her.

Of course, if it's just hatred, there's nothing to worry about.

When she was five years old, Michelle's mother died of illness, and her father, who was out hunting, arrived three days later. When he returned home, his father could not even see his mother's body, and he was heartbroken and began to drink heavily. A year later, he was also killed by a carriage that happened to pass by because he was drunk.

As a result, Michelle officially became an orphan.

She remembers that on the day of her father's funeral, the bishop walked up to her, crouched down, took Michelle's hands with his large, calloused hands, and said to her, "Everything is God's will." ”

At that time, the bishop was not as soft-spoken as he is now, and he did not know how many people in the town had soothed their broken hearts.

Young Michelle looked at the bishop's hand and was stunned.

She remembers that it was these hands that strangled her mother to death in her room a year ago. Thinking so, she looked again at the bishop's mouth, which was the same one that day, and told everyone in a gentle and kind voice that her mother had died of illness.

She thought, is it God's will for her uncle to kill her mother?

Such an explanation would seem too far-fetched even for a young child. She remembers very well that on the day of her mother's death, the bishop and her mother had another quarrel over her father's affairs. The bishop looked very angry, his eyes were wide like dead fish, and suddenly he rushed forward, grabbed his mother's neck with both hands, and muttered something silently in his mouth, and pinched it for about ten minutes before he gradually let go.

And the mother's eyes have long since become more like dried fish than the bishop.

Michelle, who hid behind the door, witnessed it all. The bishop, perhaps overly emotional, did not notice her, and left the house in silence, hiding for a day and a night in the cellar of the neighbor's house.

Michelle doesn't even remember how she spent that day and night in the cellar, but that day changed her completely. She vividly remembered the mood she felt as calm as a dead baby when she stepped out of the cellar.

When her father returned, she didn't say anything. She buried all the secrets in her heart and let it slowly ferment into a highly poisonous wine. It wasn't until her father also died that the bishop looked at her and said that he would take her to the royal capital, and at that moment she suddenly realized that the hatred in the bishop's eyes was gone.

Why?

Years later, Michelle gradually realized that it was probably because she looked very similar to her mother.

Whether the bishop was motivated by guilt or empathy, he began to be kind to Michelle, meeting all her needs, allowing her to train as a knight, and even getting a place as a paladin...... When she was a child, her hateful eyes were like dandelions in the wind, and they flew away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It was Michelle's turn to hate the bishop.

Like every child who has lost a parent, she becomes cold and precocious. At first she was silently planning revenge on the bishop, but following the bishop into the royal capital, into St. Peter's Basilica, and watching the bishop climb step by step to where he is today, the hatred in her heart was buried, and what remained was endless disgust.

Disgust with the church.

She remembers the day she officially became a paladin. In the church, the bishop clasped her hand as he did on the day of the funeral and said, "Everything is God's will." ”

So, she knelt down in the church, simulated a pious and solemn look, swore an oath under the name "Christine", and became a member of the paladins.

I still remember the scene of that day. The holy statues, the shining candles, the scriptures that the priests around them chanted silently...... Even now, she could recall the strong urge in her heart to smash the idol.

Divine Will......

What an ironic statement.

The bishop was dissatisfied with his mother's marriage and strangled his mother with his own hands, because of God's will. The father collapsed and was hit by a carriage and died because of divine will. And she has come to this point, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, and it is also because of God's will.

Michelle felt ridiculous.

Why do people always come up with so many excuses for their stupidity?

And after becoming a mage, she finally fully understood what the so-called "divine will" was. From then on, she was also determined to make the behemoth propped up by this stupid reason pay its true price.

In the relics of the "Soul Flame", Michelle realized his death for the first time, and almost resented the ethereal divine will, as if a few complaints to the sky could make him feel better. But she soon understood that what she needed was "uncomfortable".

It was that feeling of "uncomfortable" that has sustained her until now.

She didn't completely fail in the Legacy Trial, as she made it to the last step. As a result, the powerful spiritual power left by the "Soul Flame" was infused into her soul. At that time, the entire cave was lit up with dazzling light, and her blood flowing on the ground gathered together and slowly turned into the appearance of a bloody person.

That spiritual power, coupled with the feeling of "uncomfortable" in her heart, recondensed into the current her.

It was an unheard-of being, she didn't know what she was, the humming of the wraith, the walking corpse, often echoed in her ears, she lost most of her consciousness and the ability to use magic, but instinctively learned something even weirder.

It was these changes that made her make a new decision.

She could feel her body disintegrating every moment, which made her realize that this state would not last long, and that she would soon be completely dead. So, after sitting in despair in a cave at the bottom of the lake for a day and a night, she returned to the royal capital.

Time is running out, and there is even more room for it to be wasted.

When she was in the royal capital and saw the huge water balloon in the sky, a strong resentment and unwillingness suddenly rose in her heart. Why? Why could that nobleman have such a gift, and yet she could only die quietly in a dark cave, unable to do anything?

She firmly believes that no one on this continent is more desperate than her. She thinks precisely about her every choice, strictly restrains her desires, and makes the best choice in every dilemma...... She did everything she could, but in the end, failure awaited her.

No one will accept such a failure willingly.

"Christine, you've disappointed me. Suddenly, the bishop spoke up.

Michelle came back to her senses, smiled and replied, "Really? But I'm not just trying to disappoint you. ”

The original ideal, she could no longer have achieved - she was dead, full of hatred and reluctance. Now she is just a deformed aggregate of resentment, blood, and spiritual power, and she has the right to hate this world, hate all the living, hate the bishop.

But she hated herself even more, hating herself even to this point, the reason in her character was still suppressing her emotions, forcing her to make a deliberate choice and not letting her get out of control.

- How much she wants to lose control completely.

Michelle thought as her body began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, a foul-smelling stream of blood spilled from her skin. As a result, her body seemed to begin to soften, and she had a tendency to collapse downward.

"Christine, ...... you" the bishop looked at Michelle, who had changed suddenly, and once again showed a shocked expression.

The cleaners also raised their swords to deal with the threat that might come.

"Uncle, I know it was you who killed my mother. Michelle pulled out a somewhat distorted smile with her melting mouth, "I've always known that. ”

Seeing that the bishop was so stunned that she couldn't even speak, she once again gained the thrill of revenge.

No, maybe it's not just the thrill of revenge, but the supreme satisfaction of breaking free from the shackles of a world that has always looked down on her and tasting the suffering she has endured.

"Is it starting to feel painful? Dear uncle, this is just the beginning. She shook off the blood covering her cheek and continued, "I'm going to keep Benjamin Reeser alive, and one day, he'll destroy the church you've been guarding." A water balloon hundreds and thousands of times bigger than that day will hit you in the face and you won't be able to do anything. Despair, suffocation, pain...... You will feel everything I have ever felt. You will see the church fall in your hands, you will no longer be able to sleep at night, and you will spend the rest of your life in regret. ”

She had never tried to save Benjamin out of kindness, and she even felt a little disgusted at the thought that Benjamin might thank her later. She didn't do all this to find comfort and likability—she wasn't a good person all along, and she didn't want to be a good person.

Overthrowing the church was not her lofty ideal, she was just disgusted and hateful.

“...... What are you going to do, Christine, why are you like this?" looked at Michelle, whose body was gradually festering, and the bishop's face also showed a panicked expression, and he asked hurriedly.

Michelle ignored it.

She felt her own destruction, savored the bishop's pain, tugged back and forth between reason and fanatical hatred, and enjoyed the pleasure of being out of control.

And her body, like an ice sculpture thrown into the scorching desert, melted rapidly.

"It's a shame I can't see it with my own eyes. I'm not reconciled, so I'm going to take something with me first. Gradually, most of her body had collapsed into dark brown blood, her head was floating in a pool of blood, and her two separate eyeballs were still staring at the bishop, "You can accuse me of being evil and cruel, I don't care if people are innocent or not." ”

"Goodbye, my dearest uncle. ”

After saying that, the last bit of form she had left exploded completely, turning into dirty blood, splashing everywhere in the mountain path. She was so startled that the cleansers' horses began to retreat involuntarily, and the Bishop had to break the barrier to keep all the blood out.

The Bishop looked through the barrier of light at the only remaining blood on the ground in front of him. The indescribable expression on his face proved how strong the burning sensation in his heart was at the moment.

But Michelle didn't just end herself completely in front of the bishop.

Her hatred needed something more to accompany the funeral.

At the same time, in the royal capital, on the main road outside the royal capital, all the people who were cursed and infected with the "plague" in their bodies suddenly trembled at this moment. Like Michelle, they were covered in blood, their bodies disintegrating, and they struggled in pain. In the end, more than 30,000 people howled in unison under the gaze of their respective families, turning into a foul-smelling pool of blood.

The city, named the Light of Heaven, has never been so filled with the stench of blood as it is today.

Above the royal capital, the sky is clear and the sun is still shining.