The archangel stared at Coz,

He took a deep, deep breath, and the angry blood in his eyes faded, leaving only the bleak cold that had not melted for ten thousand years.

Staring at Koz, the archangel saw the statue of the Flesh God Emperor slowly collapsing.

Honestly, he's tired.

St. Giles is tired right now.

The whole world has fallen into hell.

And St. Giles is standing in the middle of the world.

On the dark side of the Empire, countless planets are falling, and the Archangel can imagine the hellish scene on earth.

The imperial truths preached by the Empire are shattered, demons emerge from the shadows, and in the flames, people scream and embrace each other, and finally become monsters in the face of crumbling faith.

Strong-willed soldiers may still be struggling to hold on, standing tall on towers, guarding warehouses, guarding airfields, desperately supporting the last glimmer of hope in their world with what little ammunition they have left.

Perhaps their sages lifted the last radio transmitter with their bodies, or their workers defended the last signal array tower with their lives, or perhaps their warriors used their flesh and blood to set sail the last ship—

But where can they go in this sludge-like world?

There is no hope.

For those beings, the time that mortals have piled up with flesh and blood lives in exchange for is meaningless.

For the years that do not see the light will never end.

They can survive an hour, three hours, a day, a week by their faith in humanity, but after the last bullet is gone, those creatures that never die will come back.

They are confronted with blasphemous creatures, confronted with the monsters of their wives and children, confronted with their own imaginary hopes, which are simply invisible—what reason do you have to rebuke them, tell them not to break down, not to surrender?

Collapsed, surrendered, died.

In the end, it will all end up as a demon turned into hell.

No one came to save them, no one told them that there should be hope in this world.

The angel's eyes were tired.

Imperial truth is false, and on the dark side of the empire, its collapse brings even more unacceptable consequences.

This leaves people without a defensive line in their minds.

…… They need faith to arm themselves.

The Archangels of Barr know this well.

There needs to be a strong man to save them, even if it is to bring a glimmer of light to their world, but also to tell them that their hard work is meaningful, and their struggle is fruitful.

He needs ...... Establish the beacon of faith on the dark side of the empire as soon as possible.

Every minute, every second, billions of lives are gone, thousands of worlds are ignited, and now someone needs to stand up and tell them that the world is saved.

…… Instead of being trapped on Baal by the Demon Tide and squabbling with his broken brothers.

The lion does not understand the value of life, and Coetze, on the other hand, cannot protect himself.

It is a dereliction of duty for the strong not to seek his position.

The archangel stared wearily at Coz, and in a way, St. Giles, who was also a prophet, could understand Conrad Coz's pain.

But there is always greater suffering in this world, suffering that is enough to exhaust the individual's misery.

St. Giles stared at Conrad indifferently, and he jerked Coetzes back.

The Lord of the Night smashed into the Flesh Emperor Statue, and the weight of the original body caused the idol to collapse instantly, and Koz collapsed to the ground, with sticky pieces of flesh beneath him.

Coates looked up, and he saw the archangel walking towards him against the light, the flickering candlelight burning on the archangel's blood-red shoulder armor.

Conrad felt his eyes burn, he covered them in pain, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to make sarcastic remarks, he wanted to tell the angel that what he saw was only a small part of the prophecy of the Lord of the Night.

Coetzes sneered, his shattered mandibles grinding against his indistinct laughter.

He tried to do it...... He failed...... His struggle was a necessary part of fate – Conrad Coz, together with Leon Johnson, drove Fogen into hell with his own hands.

…… He obviously fought...... Fugen would fall, he tried to kill the phoenix before that, he failed, he failed again.

O angels...... Angel...... What would you do? You rebel against fate, but fate tells you that your rebellion is what is necessary for it to happen.

You can only watch the world burn.

In a trance, Conrad Coz began to envy Motarian - the Pale Lord managed to escape his fate, he fled from his predetermined fate, relying on that man, relying on that person......

But......

Conrad Coze wondered bitterly and twistedly whether the consequences of their struggle against fate included the current half of the galaxy of death.

If they hadn't resisted, would there still be a dark side of the empire now?

Coates gasped, beads of sweat on his forehead, the shadow of the angel fell, and the archangel crouched down, staring intently at Conrad Coetze's dilated pupils—

This generally means that the Lord of the Night is about to enter a new round of strong prophecies.

The blood red in the archangel's eyes sparkled,

[I will also prophesy,]

St. Giles said he could see something in the future.

He watched as Conrad gasped and shook his head slightly sarcastically, the Lord of the Night telling him that the prophecy that St. Giles had experienced was nothing like what he had experienced.

Conrad Coetze's prophetic ability is the strongest in the original body, he often falls into the picture of prophecy, and then returns to reality at some point, prophecy and reality are intertwined, and he has long been unable to distinguish between them.

The fangs at the corners of the archangel's mouth shone with a cold light,

[I know,]

St. Giles said softly,

I know what you've been through is not the same as mine. 】

The archangel paused

[By your blood before...... I saw something. 】

He saw the fallen Fugen, and the Third Primordial who had been pushed into hell by the two bastards themselves.

Immediately after that, something else flashed by.

But at that time, St. Giles had to suppress Coates and the Lion King, so he escaped the illusion in time in the name of the God Emperor.

Now it's time for him to confront the prophecy.

St. Giles stretched out his hand, straightened Koz's head, and forced the Lord of the Night to face him,

[Let's make a bet,]

St. Giles said slowly,

[Let's face the prophecy together, if I survive, then you need to take the initiative to atone for your sins - even if your state does not allow you to lead troops normally, then you can cooperate with your legion leader to draw gene seeds.] 】

[If I don't make it through,]

The Archangel said,

Then you're right, you've won, Conrad. 】

Coates couldn't pray to the God-Emperor, he needed something else, the Archangel thought.

But that's after that.

The archangel watched as Koz's pupils dilated suddenly, and the Lord of the Night began a new round of struggle,

No, no, no...... No......

Coates thought that the archangel was still fine, and he couldn't be driven crazy by the prophecy.

But deep down, the sinful side of Conrad Coz is roaring, let this arrogant angel see, let him see! Let him see! Let him know your pain! You are right!

Before St. Giles' eyes, Coates stopped suddenly, and a few faint characters spat out of his broken mouth,

St. Giles' wings trembled slightly,

Konrad Cotz is saying...... Lotus... Rash... This......

Yes, the prophecy of the Lord of the Night will reveal the cruelest and most undesirable scene.

This means that the archangel will see his best friend.

St. Giles was silent for a moment.

He's measuring.

Finally, St. Giles took one of Coetze's hands, and he stuck out his fangs.

At the same time, he put his wrist to Koetz's mouth,

If you want to start betting, then bite in. 】

The madman bit down without hesitation.

The archangel no longer hesitated and stabbed into it.

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Outside the cell, Sevita stared at the two primordial bodies in front of her who were in a coma at the same time.

Caught in some kind of stage of doubting life.

Was he a witness to some kind of ritual?

No, yes!

(End of chapter)