High-rise buildings with snow, leaden blue sky.

The darkened sedan struggled through the streets, struggling to navigate the snowy road, and Tokizaki was checking a document in his hand, occasionally glancing up.

The street scene is bleak, and the victims in ragged clothes slowly disappear in the opposite direction.

Approaching Tseung Kwan O, the number of victims on the roadside gradually increased.

Some are alone, some are dragging their families, walking aimlessly like walking corpses. When they saw a car parked on the side of the road, some people put their hands in front of the car window to beg, and mothers with children would cry twice and say a few words of prayer, while many more were numb.

Shi Qi sighed slightly.

At this time, the price of food had risen to the point where even she felt that she could not live on, and there were disputes in the streets and alleys of Shin-Yokohama for a bite to eat, and people were killed every day.

According to her own estimates, this chaos will continue until the late spring and early summer of next year, and it will be nearly half a year......

It is true that hundreds of thousands of people will starve to death in this six months.

Sister Rena couldn't bear to look out the window of the car, and put her hands in fists to her chest.

She was praying reverently, but her gesture of faith, against the sad scenery outside the window, added an indescribable wounded and humiliating color to her piety, which looked like a mottled image of the Virgin Mary, which made one wonder inwardly: Does God really love the world?

God created man and implanted a love for life in his heart, no matter how painful it is, he will always feel that life is precious. Since God created man in this way and gave him a love for life, it is natural that he will not abandon him - this is the thinking that is deeply ingrained in the hearts of mankind in the new age.

But in California at the moment, I'm afraid that most people, except for the most devout Christians, the answer is no.

The Lord doesn't care.

The Lord cares only about His kingdom.

The sedan turned a corner and entered the Tseung Kwan O slum.

This is currently the most chaotic area of Shin-Yokohama, and the streets, stations, and shops are full of people congregating around the city.

The bleak and bleak scene made even Shi Qi, who had always been kind, a little numb to it.

It's not that I don't care, it's that I really can't care.

She was already doing what she could, including participating in disaster relief at the monastery, using her connections to raise money with some old classmates such as Du Jingwen, and she was exhausted every day.

But individual efforts seem so small and powerless in the face of the life and death of millions of people.

What can really save them is the big capitalist group with huge social resources in its hands, and the entire state organ headed by the cabinet...... Sadly, however, there is also a huge difference between the two factions within the big capitalist groups and the state organs, between saving and not saving.

Whether it is to embrace interests or protect humanity will take a little time to prove.

The sedan slowly drove towards the monastery relief camp, and there was a faint commotion ahead.

The cries, shouts, and beatings of people were mixed together.

When Tokizaki looked inside the car, it turned out that a group of victims and police were fighting together, and blood was flowing all over the ground. Three or five baton-wielding policemen grabbed a young man by the arms and pulled himself out of the fight.

Just one glance will probably make you understand what's going on.

The situation has not been peaceful lately, and there have been frequent incidents of desperately hungry victims snatching food from the relief camps. The policemen are also very easy to deal with, as long as they don't kill people directly, just pick up the baton and avoid the vital places and smash it.

Many of the victims were beaten to the point of bleeding and were dispersed to the side to await treatment.

They are cowardly by nature, and they know that this is illegal, so they can only curl up and cry.

Just in front of Tokizaki and Rena, not far from the front of the car, a skinny little girl hugged her mother and cried, her mother was hit on the head, and blood flowed. But looking at her weeping daughter, she immediately stuffed half of the loaf of bread she had just found from the camp.

The little girl was so hungry that she opened her mouth and cried and chewed bread, but the crying could not be heard.

Sister Rena, who watched this scene, there is

Some want to say and stop.

"I'll take care of it, Sister Rena will go in first......" Tokizaki comforted her and took her out of the car and into the camp. Then he went to the doctor's office and called a few doctors to go out with the medicine.

The chaos was gradually suppressed.

But soon, representatives of the media, officials, entrepreneurs and other representatives arrived one after another.

Tseung Kwan O is located in the East Kowloon area, and the jurisdiction over public order cases is in the hands of the East Kowloon Branch of the New Yokohama Police Station, and the director is a pot-bellied snob. After receiving the alarm, his carriage happened to pass nearby, so he personally came to the scene to suppress it...... No, the masses of condolences *** are coming.

"Bang~"

The carriage doors opened.

Director Neto leaned out and got out of the carriage.

The movement of his legs on the snow was enough to wake up the sleeping bear.

When he came down, he did not rush forward, but lifted the belt that had slipped from his belly, and stomped his foot to make the leather shoes fit more closely to the soles of his feet. At last he straightened his tie and coughed heavily, before he walked to the gate of the camp of the Bunge grain merchants.

"Click~"

The flash lights came on, and a group of reporters gathered around.

Amid the chatter of interviews, the two teams of police officers split between the reporters, and Director Neto came to the scene of the conflict with a big belly. Glancing at the chaotic camp, he asked, "Who is the mastermind?"

"Director, it's a young man named Clegg." A policeman next to him said.

"Bring that guy to me!" The head of the Netoth Bureau was held high. The badge on his chest, which symbolizes the rule of law, and the rank badge on his shoulder, which symbolizes power, look particularly shiny on this dim winter morning.

Soon, the young man who had stirred up the chaos was brought over.

The man was tall, emaciated, shriveled, and pale.

His face was still very young, but he had wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks, and he wore tasteful clothes, but they were all worn out. When he was escorted forward, he was obviously still bleeding from his forehead, but his eyes were blazing and his face was full of smiles.

As if he wasn't a criminal, but a law enforcer.

In the face of his even somewhat aggressive gaze, Director Neto muttered in a low voice, "To hell with a bunch of Diao, all of them......

"What did you say, Director?" The officer next to him didn't hear clearly.

Director Neto immediately put on a serious face, "I'm asking how you can treat these ordinary citizens like this?"

「……」

The officer thought to himself, it's not all your request.

After the fire broke out in Tseung Kwan O, clashes broke out every day, and the grassroots police received instructions that as long as they did not kill people on the street, they could have multiple hands. Violence is an effective means of confronting violence, and conflicts have been suppressed again and again, with a large part of the population retreating and some people never getting back up.

Of course, some of them have become more stubborn.

According to some police reports, some victims felt that being injured by police or capitalist thugs during the conflict was an honor and a sign of resistance.

The young man named Clegg in front of him should be a radical Diao Min.

Director Neto's fleshy face and mung bean-like eyes quickly turned around a few times, and then he stepped forward: "Oh, my friend, you're hurt." While motioning for the police officer to get the bandage, he cordially shook Clegg's hand and said, "Don't be in a hurry to talk, you need to rest, please bandage and go back with me."

Clegg knew that the director didn't want him to talk nonsense in front of the media.

But to create chaos, isn't it just to try to speak in front of more people, so he shouted to the reporters on the periphery, "Is Mr. Ling from the Bunge grain merchant here?"

"It's coming, it'll be there in a few minutes." Someone replied.

At this point, Director Neto was furious.

He has always only liked the little citizens who follow the rules and are easy to bully, and this kind of thorny trick is really annoying. However, in front of the public, as the police chief who represents justice, he can only hold his stomach and can't come out.

"Mr. Clegg, I think you should understand your situation." Director Neto said in the friendliest of manners.

"I don't understand what you mean." Clegg replied, without the slightest hint of awe in his eyes for a director.

"If there's anything, let's go back to the police station." Director Neto replied to him, as if soothingly, but also nodded irrefutably, "I feel sorry for you, and I feel sorry for these injured citizens, this is a painful topic, I hope you don't hurt more people."

"But I didn't hurt these people." Clegg emphasized.

"Sir, don't shirk your responsibilities."

"I didn't."

"Sir, you are running away from your sins!" "You've made a mistake and you're going to reap the consequences. The Black Gold Empire is a society governed by the rule of law, and fair and strict laws will not spare any bad guy!"

"Am I guilty of sin?" With an ironic smile, Clegg raised his hand and pointed to the policemen with batons around him, and then to the two luxury cars driving in front of him, "What crime are you policemen who help and abuse people, and those capitalists who eat human blood steamed buns?"

Director Neto said coldly, "I can now charge you one more count of defamation!"

"Mr. Director, please don't get me wrong." Undeterred, Clegg said, "I'm not slandering, I'm just stating what I've seen. Maybe you can ask the people around you for verification?"

Director Neto, of course, doesn't ask anyone around him for confirmation.

His greatest wish is to make all the Diao people shut up and talk less, how can more people speak.

But the victims who besieged this place to the point of incomprehension began to talk about it. Fierce commotion, chaotic movement of feet and shaking of heads, the victims could not settle down, stood on tiptoe and offered inward, shouting bitterly,

「…… You black-hearted policemen are working with women in embarrassment with grain merchants, and you will definitely go to hell if you die......

"Yes, ten times the price of food, enough money...... How many bones have you capitalist lackeys gnawed? When your stomach is full, you still come here to pretend to be a righteous ......."

"Listen, we're ...... this time."

"Let's find a fight!"

"I can't kill you......"

"He's making a big talk!"

"He's talking nonsense!"

"Dog officer!"

The situation was about to get out of control again, and Director Neto was a little weak, so he had to put on a more friendly attitude.

The young painter bowed his head and gasped, looking exhausted and extremely weak. It was as if he had forgotten that the people around him were listening to the insults around him, and he fell into deep thought, as if this was actually a silent world.

"Sir, don't go any further." Director Neto secretly gritted his teeth.

Clegg opened his eyes, "It's new to me, Mr. Director. Is it true that you would persuade me in a low voice?"

「…… Yes."

"You're asking for my opinion, Mr. Director?"

"Yes, for your opinion."

"That's good. I've got your opinion!" Clegg said with a blank face.

"In that case, I hope you will cooperate with our work." Director Neto smiled kindly, "I know the cause of this riot, and I know your intentions. You can rest assured, go back to the police station and record your statement, and you can walk out safe and sound."

Clegg asked faintly, "Are you sure?"

"Mr. Clegg, my dear friend, I assure you." Director Neto held the police badge on his chest with his palms in his hands, and his expression was solemn and solemn, "You will be pardoned by the prosecutor's office. The sins of the past, the present, and the future will be forgiven because of your love."

When he said this, with his actions, it was quite deceptive.

Cameras from many media outlets focused on the director's face and filmed close-ups of him from different angles.

Director Neto has a heart to keep his image, but the corners of his mouth are uncontrollably

A smile on his face.

He quoted a passage from the New Testament: Luke 8:47. The original text is, "Therefore I say unto thee, His many sins are forgiven, because of the great ...... of his love."

In this age of the supremacy of the Holy See, Director Neto can already think of what the headline of tomorrow's news will be.

[Devout believers, Director Neto!] Quote God's words to forgive lost rioters! It's probably the kind of title that can not only set off his heroic erudition, but also make him seem sympathetic and perfect...... Isn't the purpose of his official position to seek wealth and fame?

"Mr. Director!" Clegg suddenly spoke, "I still insist on waiting for Bunge's people to come and confront him face to face!"

Director Neto's expression froze, and after a moment, he said with a kind expression, "I know what you think, but as a law enforcement officer, I would like to ask you to leave the matter to me. Remember, I'm not talking to you, I'm not messing around, it's a solemn legal process! Now, do you probably understand what I mean?"

"I don't think!" Clegg shook his head and said coldly, "I thought my appeal was reasonable, but you think I'm a pretentious fool. I think it's ridiculous, so I don't understand what you mean."

"I think, Mr. Clegg, you have to understand me." Director Neto held back his anger and blushed, "I will not let anyone who breaks the law escape the law!" I promise you that any sin will be judged by justice!"

"Mr. Director, I can't trust you."

"I'll talk about it later, sir, you're tired. You should take a break!" Director Neto laughed.

When he nodded his head in the most polite manner, the smiling face revealed some kind of secret, and the subtle straight lines around his eyes and the dimple on his nose were bent with mockery, making him look a little devilish.

In order to prevent young people from saying something that might provoke people in front of the media, the bureau chief raised his head and waved his hand directly, beckoning the police to come and stuff people into police cars and take them away.

Shi Qi, who was cleaning the wounds of the little girl's mother, suddenly stood up.

The young painter she knew, and she knew what he would be subjected to if he was brought into the police station, and she walked over to the idea that she could help a little.

But at this time, someone grabbed her hand.

Looking back, it was Sister Marlene.

Shi Qi tilted his head slightly, and wondered, "What's the matter with Sister Marlene?"

Sister Marlene was stunned.

First of all, the blonde Haozaki's slight tilt of her head is very cute, so cute that people want to pinch her face; Secondly, when Xiaoqi grew up, she always called her by her first name, and rarely added the affectionate title of "sister" after her name.

After thinking about it for a while, Ma Lian probably understood the reason.

But she has always been a bad woman who doesn't care about other people's opinions, and she doesn't have the heart to be called at this time. Grabbing Yusaki's hand, she leaned her lips over and whispered in Yusaki's ear, "Don't go out, let that young man suffer."

"Why?" Shi Qi didn't understand very well, "Sister Marlene had a holiday with him?"

Why?

Of course, it's because it's unpleasant.

Regardless of whether the young man had the intention or not, and since Sister Marlene thought that it was not a coincidence, then the young painter, who might have dared to play tricks on her, must learn a lesson.

She's such a careful-eyed woman!

And after he has suffered enough, she will appear as a savior again, and the weight will naturally be heavier.

Of course, these reasons can't be said to Hakozaki.

Sister Marlene's seductive eyes rolled slightly, and she whispered in her ear, "Don't you think he is dressed like your school head?"

Shi Qi was stunned.

Her mind was already very sharp, but just now it was just because of the chaos of the scene, so she didn't have time to observe too much. Now that I think about it deeply, I feel that some things may not be so simple...... Quasi-in the monastery disaster relief camp

When he was about to start working, this young man, who had a good relationship with the monastery, took the lead in causing trouble. He had a little friendship with Nance, and at this point she would enter the monastery disaster relief camp, Sister Marlene, Sister Rena, and even herself, all of whom would have seen it......

Sister Marlene is amazing!

Just from the clothes, you can deduce the calculation behind it.

Miss Adjutant admired her heart, but the corners of Sister Marlene's mouth lifted a sly smile. Her chin rested on Kozaki's shoulder, her lips pressed softly against her soft little ears, and the sensual red of her charm and affection brought out a very vicious word. Five

「…… That dress is only pleasing to the eye when worn on my little man."

「？」

Miss Adjutant blinked.

At this moment, her sweet and intellectual face turned green.

No matter how many consecutive sneezes Nance sneezed in the town of South Bay, two limousines slowly drove over in the commotion in front of the camp. Ccraig, who was pressed into the police car, looked up and found that it was the owners of two large local grain merchants, Bunge and Cargill.

A man and a woman get out of the car.

The man's name is Ling Jiadong, the boss of Bunge.

The man had a shrewd, intelligent, and cunning face, a face like a monkey and a countenance like a diplomat.

The woman is Mrs. Shimamura.

This rumored delicate little widow, in her forties, had a thin face of oriental shape, and her body looked very weak. Due to her frailty, she was slow in movement and speech, which gave her a awe-inspiring majesty. But it is her weak appearance and petite physique that give people the impression that they are very easy to handle, I don't know how many merry men have been deceived because of this, and they have been sucked under her pomegranate skirt and become a human - literally, because she is *** demon.

When Director Neto saw the two men coming, he left Clegg behind and went forward to meet them.

"Hello Mr. Ling, hello Mrs. Shimamura, thank you very much for coming to supervise my work on site......" He treated people with a higher status than him, all of them put on a warm pug posture without exception.

"How's it going?"

"Rest assured, you've settled down."

"Thank you, Director."

"It's just my job, you two don't have to be polite." Director Neto laughed so hard that the pie crumpled.

Ling Jiadong walked forward, looked at the disaster relief camp that had been impacted, and sighed slightly. He wiped his eyes and put on a sad and sympathetic look: "Ladies and gentlemen, the cabinet is incompetent, there was a snowstorm half a month ago, and not even a ton of relief food has been delivered to California. All of us at Bunge and I care about the livelihood of the people of California, which is why we set up a disaster camp here to provide at least five tons of bread, rice, milk and other materials for free. I know there are many people who are hungry, and I understand your situation, but ...... Please believe in me and understand my difficulties."

When these words were spoken, the victims who were still surrounded by the police with righteous indignation were a little discouraged.

Then, Mrs. Shimamura, who looked soft and weak, and was hungry and thin, also walked to the front to help: "My Cargill, the free disaster materials provided every day are at least five tons, and Mr. Ling and I want to increase the intensity of the material donation. But as you know, there is a shortage of food in the market. These days, I have joined forces with a number of grain merchants to force the Cabinet to agree to deliver grain to California. Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby promise that no matter what the price of the grain shipped by the Cabinet is, I will do everything in my power to purchase it and give away all the grain I can buy free of charge......

As soon as she said this, Ling Jiadong immediately added, "I will donate all the money I bought!"

The people around them who were depressed suddenly regained their energy and cast a grateful look at them.

「…… It's shameful."

Tokizaki muttered quietly.

I don't know how many people have bought, but when the time comes, I can donate ten tons and eight tons at will, what can I do?

Miss Adjutant, who is kind-hearted by nature, has a dislike for these people.

Here, disaster relief and grain, good deeds and accumulation of virtue; But the other side hoarded the grain and dragged it to ten times two

Ten times the high price and then sell, this is doing good deeds for the god of death!

The scene seems to have subsided.

The rioters were pacified, the police maintained order, the capitalists gained fame, and everyone had a bright future.

However, just when it seemed that it could be concluded, the heart-wrenching cry of the young painter once again upset the balance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't listen to their quibbles!"

Clegg, who was escorted by two policemen to the police car, suddenly broke free, ran to the front at once, and shouted, "What you say is so good, then open your granary, everyone ......can see it."

But as soon as the words were shouted, his mouth was covered by the policeman next to him.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Ling Jiadong's eyes.

This kind of thorn in the people needs to be cleaned up in the police station before it can be taught a long lesson.

Clegg, whose mouth was covered, slammed forward, and his head hit Ling Jiadong's forehead hard.

"What are you doing—"

Ling Jiadong fell to the ground, red blood flowing out of his head.

Director Neto next to him was stunned, and in a fit of rage, he scolded loudly in the local dialect of Shin-Yokohama: "Throw thunder and hug your mother, die!" As for the people, the lock bar is hitting the street and turning over the museum, and it is very energetic to carry out the overturn!"

The chief was yelling, and the police immediately reacted and wanted to arrest the person back.

Among the onlookers, several young people who usually follow Clegg took the opportunity to cause chaos.

"Hey, these cops are in the same league as the capitalists, let's not be fooled—"

"Quiet!"

"Let's go to the ...... together"

"Grab it!"

"Rush ......"

"What are you doing...... Don't move, hold your head together!"

"Kill these lackeys!"

"This is a deliberate attempt to hurt people, you have broken the law......

Suddenly, chaotic chases, rough shovings and abuses were staged again.

This small-scale disturbance, if left unchecked, quickly turned into a large-scale riot, and the police from the entire old ward of Shin-Yokohama were dispatched to the police for almost the afternoon, barely able to control the situation. However, the day after Clegg was arrested and taken to the police station, a larger riot began to be staged.

In the streets and alleys of the entire old district, there are young people holding posters of young painters, protesting on the streets. In clashes with the police, it is only natural that the protests turn into looting and smashing.

A number of police booths were overturned, and fences and water barriers were torn down and lay in the middle of the road, unattended.

Commuter trams are suspended, municipal departments are suspended, and street shops are closed...... It is only when the people who let off the wind shout "The police are coming" that the young people who gathered dispersed.

The police may or may not have come at all.

Or maybe someone beat him on the way here.

The whole of Shin-Yokohama is rapidly falling towards the abyss of chaos, and the air is filled with anxiety and anger, and many people's brains are hot. Perhaps the current shock of this storm can only be regarded as a gentle roar for the current situation of the Empire, but the spark has already been ignited.

Just when everyone thought that this fire would burn more and more, a sudden plague caused the whole of California to cool down in vain. The weak flames of the unstable foundation, swaying in the cold wind, are about to be extinguished by the icy climate.

※※※※※

December 18, cloudy.

Temperature -6, north wind, level 6.

When Sister Marlene got up, she made a hearty breakfast, ate it beautifully, took a shower, and sat down in front of the mirror to dress up. In a chaotic season like now, most people and women are not in the mood to wear makeup, because it costs a lot of money and a lot of time.

Only ***, frivolous or noble women can do this, because these people have a lot of money and time to pass the time.

Sister Marlene didn't have much time, but she could squeeze it out.

As the queen of Shin-Yokohama's social scene, she must guarantee herself every appearance

In the public eye, they are all glamorous and unbeatable focus. Of course she succeeded, otherwise she would not have become the elegant lady whom all women envy and envy all men today.

Ready-to-assemble.

Like a newly blooming rose, it is presented in the mirror and presented in front of your eyes.

"The little man will be fascinated when he comes back to see me tonight......" Sister Marlene smirked as she flicked her fingertips against the delicate elastic skin on her cheeks. With this smile, the originally dark room suddenly became lively.

Dressed in a nun dress that wrapped her delicate body tightly, when she came out of the doorway, there was a dead mouse lying on the steps of the eaves.

Sister Marlene frowned.

Feeling a little unlucky, she pinched her nose and broke a branch from the yard to pick the rat into the woods. Although the rats are rarely active in winter, they don't hibernate after all, and they can still be seen occasionally, so she went out without taking it seriously.

But when she walked to the parking lot, she suddenly saw a large rat with a wet body rushing out of a dark corner. It saw someone in front of it, paused, as if trying to stabilize itself, and then spun in place, screaming in pain.

Sister Marlene's brow tightened.

The rat finally lay down, twitching a few times with its mouth half-open, and spitting blood.

As a healing oracle, perhaps a natural antithesis of phenomena such as sickness, pain, and death, Sister Marlene unconsciously had a premonition of uneasiness in her heart.

She packed the rat carcass in a plastic bag, got into the car, and came to Tseung Kwan O as fast as she could.

As soon as I got out of the car, a nurse anxiously greeted me.

"Ms. Marlene, in the second half of last night, there were patients with acute symptoms such as high fever, coughing up blood, and inflammation of the lungs......

Sister Marlene walked briskly into the room.

Putting on a white lab coat, medical gloves and a mask, she entered the room where she had been temporarily isolated. In front of the first bed, she pressed her fingers on all sides of the patient's neck, where a nodule-like thing grew.

The sense of foreboding in my heart was confirmed at this moment.

Sister Marlene's eyes shrunk and she placed her trembling fingertips on the patient's forehead.

Mobilize divine power, warm luster, through gloves and skin, into the patient's body. Her gaze also penetrated with the treatment, so as to sense the source of the lesion with detailed microscopic vision.

In the dim human body, she saw a wriggling gray mist and a reddish light.

The red light she felt was the crimson moon above the gray mist.

Relying on this eerie glow of blood, she spied out of the flowing gray mist the outline of a large enough to obscure the blood moon.

Because it was so large, she could only observe this indescribable hoodoo from a partial perspective.

There was an unnatural horror to it, its slightly bloated, fat black body was cylindrical, with a pair of membrane-like wings on its back, it was supposed to be an insect...... Each of the six pillar-like "slender" legs has creepy hooks and pads.

The most frightening, but first visible, feature is the two large, bright red "eye-like" organs on the left and right sides of his head.

Sister Marlene shuddered.

To mortals, He represents an eternal evil, a taboo that cannot be looked at.

He undoubtedly has a long, amazing, and immeasurable history;

People are ignorant of His mystery and power, and when they speak of Him, they can only feel a deep but vague sense of fear.

Even if Sister Marlene only looked at His projection for a moment, her muscles spasmed, her head was dizzy, and she was nauseous and wanted to vomit...... Just as she was about to withdraw, he sensed the prying eyes of mortals, and the huge red eyes on his head turned.

- Instantly!

An irresistible will of terror descends.

Sister Marlene determined what she was snooping on.

- Beelzebub, the gluttonous monarch!

That kind of spiritual pollution that far exceeded what mortals could bear was directly pressed over, and it could instantly destroy the souls of everyone in a city. Sister Marlene's divine consciousness was quickly withdrawn, and just because she glanced at him, the spiritual pollution entangled her, and followed her consciousness into her body.

"Poof!"

Sister Marlene spurted out a mouthful of blood.

She fell to the ground, her body twitching, the corners of her eyes rolling ......

"Marlene?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Come on......

The medical staff outside the ward were in disarray, and several people rushed in and carried her out. But the characteristics of her life are still passing at a very fast speed, whether it is her heartbeat, breathing, and even the nerve response of her muscles, she is rapidly weakening......

The doctors and nurses were so anxious that their faces were pale and at a loss.

Marlene is the best healing messenger here, and now that they are all down, who else can save people......

The sunlight shining through the window was pure and warm, and the light particles fluttered in the cold air...... Beneath the clothes, the angel wing mark that was born and guarded Marlene above his chest, suddenly emitted a warm glow of warm healing.

The cold is dispelled......

Fear is dispelled, darkness is dispelled.

Sister Marlene slowly opened her eyes, looking through the anxious nurses beside her, staring blankly at the particles of light in the air.

"God is nowhere to be found, the angels are leaderless, and the interests of the Holy See are preoccupied...... "This is a world where only demons live in the world."