People panicked.

They don't understand why punishment has come upon them, why their piety has brought disaster to them, or why angels have come to this place unlike what is described in the books.

According to the angel, he was supposed to be a humble giant of the gray armor, but now it was the blue armor who suddenly descended here.

The whispers that spread from nowhere, some call them false angels, others are more outspoken, calling them fallen angels.

Cyrene hadn't heard the words, or she might have used them, and now, standing on the balcony of her house, she was spitting at the soldier in the sparkling blue armor with pearls on the rim of the armor, scolding them for destroying a city loyal to the emperor.

"Tell me the truth! We are loyal to the Empire, loyal to the Emperor of God! And why does He punish us! ”

The soldier who maintained order ignored her, as if her yelling was like air, and he just repeatedly warned the people not to resist, and packed his bags.

In addition, he specifically warned people not to try to leave their homes at night.

Cyrene was tired, and she sat panting on the balcony, staring at a purple sun, which was about to fall into the night.

Night is coming.

Cyrene suddenly had an idea, she wanted to know why, she wanted to know the truth, she wanted to know why the gods had abandoned them—or worse...... Treachery......

She would rather die for seeing the truth than curl up in her own house like a frightened lamb and pray that the butcher would not pick her.

So Cyrene quietly departed from the balcony, wrapped herself in her clothes, took her dagger, and a copy of her hand-copied Word, and then she opened the door, and left in the haze of chaos and dusk.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the soldiers, she chose a remote and hidden path, and on several occasions the people walked through the light at the entrance of the street, while she hid in the sewers of the city.

But when she left the house, she didn't know where she was going, and Cyrene first followed the path to the square, where many soldiers were stationed, and she had to glance at the smashed sculptures from a distance, and the head of a god-emperor was lying on the ground, looking at her quietly, as if in tears.

The night was falling.

Cyrene leaned into the alley in a bit of confusion, nothing was happening in the darkness - at least she hadn't observed, the blue-armored soldiers were no different from what they did during the day, they were still carrying heavy guns, patrolling the streets over and over again, and even had time to start checking the inhabitants of the Perfect City.

Maybe she should go—

Cyrene's legs jerked limp, and she slumped to the ground, a sense of powerlessness that suddenly enveloped her like a veil of lightness.

A drowning sensation of vomit rolled through her stomach, and she clutched her mouth and curled up in the darkness of the sewer mouth.

After a short time, perhaps less than a minute, the feeling quickly subsided, disappearing without a trace, leaving nothing but a slight feeling of powerlessness.

Is that...... What?!

Cyrene poked her head out in panic and nervousness, she grasped her dagger and silently prayed in her heart for the Emperor's protection.

But there was nothing in the darkness, except for the empty streets, and not a single trace of the anomaly with traces of desecration appeared—

Cyrene suddenly realized that the blue-armored soldiers who had just been patrolling the streets were gone, and their monotonous and tedious expulsion and footsteps were gone!

She felt her heart pounding, and Cyrene thought she had just touched something, she had definitely discovered something—that feeling, it was definitely not an illusion, and she had lived in the City of Perfection for eighteen years, and the city had never given her that feeling.

Cyrene took a deep breath, the sensation that had just scared her, but she still wanted the truth—the fact that her homeland was about to be destroyed made her fearless.

She walked out of her hidden alley with the Word in a soft voice, the street was empty, a homeless man huddled by the wall with his head in his hands, and Cyrene stepped forward with a dagger in his hand, trying to ask what had just happened in the street.

The reply she received was that there was nothing on the street just now, nothing had passed by, but the homeless man felt the same strong sense of detachment that Cyrene felt.

The tramp grabbed Cyrene's hand and shook his head violently,

"Don't go, that's a monster, a demon...... The demon wants to destroy the true believers of the God Emperor, and it has deceived us. ”

Cyrene swallowed, she withdrew her hand resolutely, silently thinking of the God-Emperor in her heart, and now she stood here, not knowing where to look for the presence that had just caused them to be frightened, but as if in response to her confusion—

The gentle black tide came up again, and the homeless monster beside Cyrene screamed, and Cyrene leaned against the wall, she stubbornly used her five senses to perceive, this time the sense of detachment was obviously not as strong as just now, it was ...... It's over there!

Cyrene felt it! She stumbled against the wall and walked there, and sure enough, the sense of nothingness intensified, she felt the gastric juice rush, and Cyrene took a deep breath and began to pray to the Emperor.

…… God still loves His followers, and when Cyrene prays, she is shocked to find that the strength has returned in part, though it is still extremely weak.

And the next moment she found this, the Kuroshio vanished instantly, and it faded down the slate brick wall, and Cyrene didn't think about it, she started running, calling to the God Emperor in her heart, and following the disgusting sensations that made her sick.

Cyrene made her way through countless streets, and gradually, she found a pattern, and every three minutes or so, the gagging curse would fall, it would last thirty seconds, and then disappear.

Not only her, but Cyrene saw through the window the people of the family lying on the ground, terrified by the sudden prostration of the family.

Compared to those who stayed at home and awaited judgment, Cyrene was the only one who dared to face the demons, and the Emperor gave her strength—a realization that made her more religious, and allowed her to run as hard as she could when the next curse came.

Finally, with her own senses, Cyrene came to a remote sculpture gallery, which she remembered that there were traces of the world conquered by the Grey Angels, in praise of the angels' exploits, which people rarely visited.

Some black figures appeared in her sight, Cyrene prostrate on the ground, she carefully preparing—

"Get up."

The golden-armored giant suddenly appeared, his halberd in hand, and now the silver spear was aimed at her.

Cyrene's heart stopped beating, she trembled and got up, the dagger in her hand was like a toy and was directly knocked to the ground by the warrior with a halberd, she wanted to refute something, but the power of this golden warrior was far greater than the previous blue armor, she tried her best, but she could only look at him angrily.

Is she going to die? Die on the way to find the truth?

But the warrior didn't kill her, on the contrary, he stopped, and whispered into his helmet, as if waiting for someone—

The next moment, in the pitch darkness, the green ghost eyes opened, and they floated in the air, shedding cruel and indifferent tears.

Something was approaching her in the darkness.

Cyrene felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, and she began to suffocate.

The scarlet light lit up, and as she watched, Cyrene suddenly realized that there was a giant standing in front of him—a real, far taller man than the soldiers.

The giant waved his hand and motioned for the warrior to put down his halberd, and the warrior slashed her with his eye knife before dropping his weapon as if reluctantly.

"You've been following us, why?"

Cyrene gritted her teeth, and she said,

"I want to ask why you're destroying this place? Why punish devout believers? We are loyal to the God-Emperor, loyal to the Empire, and have never had a dissenting heart-"

"Unless ......"

Cyrene's breathing began to grow rapid, and she knew she had touched the truth, reminiscent of what she had just felt,

"You're a demon, aren't you? Are they fallen angels? ”

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and Cyrene trembled violently, and she saw the giant grasp the warrior's halberd stabbing at her, and the halberd even began to twist slightly under the force of the force.

"A little tempered, Charon, she's loyal to the Emperor after all—still the most pious, rather dazzling light of faith."

A relaxed voice sounded,

"My lord, I think it's necessary for you to establish dignity."

"She's just ignorant, you want to know the truth? Ma'am, maybe you can come with me to see the truth. ”

Hades blinked, and Charon backed down, letting go of his grip on the halberd.

In Hades' sight of the Black Domain, there was a small dot that had been following them, and he was still wondering what it was at first, but as time passed, he found that the golden flames began to burn on this soul, and the more they burned, the more they burned.

He probably knew who she was...... Ms. Zhu, who gave up the evacuation in the original book, faced the burning of the perfect city, and was the only human who survived.

After that, she also became a memorial to the Bearer to "remember" the defeat, and she has the ability to calm the Bearer who is suffering from her faith.

Hades clapped his hands and motioned if the lady wanted to go into the building with him, and in the special perspective, there were no explosives or other devices buried in the front and back of the sculpture gallery.

And the people in that building?

They were all dead a long time ago, and not a drop of blood was shed.

None, 5k words today

(End of chapter)