Tyrrell's actions are in keeping with her identity, and narrating the story is a small prerogative of the author. Shadows are shrouded, blurred, it is really difficult to see clearly in the fog of history, light and shadow are refracted in the clouds, and history is blurred in time. And then in everyone's memory, on all the parchment, on all the letters, on all the paper and on the USB stick, it became very different. And then in this world, everyone will have their own colors in their own imagination, everything in their minds.

But when I was really in history, I felt something completely different.

A Bible is a record of miracles, but this is a book. In real history, these miracles become all true portrayals – but the problem is that they are all too real.

As long as it is close to reality, it becomes real. The closer you get, the greater the disappointment.

"I really didn't expect that. ”

Tyrell's spiritual body surged around it, and in front of everyone anyway, the spirit was an ethereal thing. But when it was the angel's turn, the world was completely different.

"There are so many people. "Tyrrell is a fallen angel, but has earned an unimaginably high rating here.

Why do you say that such a fallen angel with no divine power can mix so well in front of these people who have some power......? Wasn't Jesus the best of the bunch?

In the face of more mystery, mystery becomes meaningless.

"Our faith has always been the foundation of our lives, but I really didn't expect that the once qiē really no longer exists. ”

A face full of [vicissitudes], a face with thousands of ravines like a loess high slope, and every wrinkle seems to represent a cycle of life. By the way...... Vicissitudes of life...... How do you feel that the other person's life ends here?

It's like a necromancer? To be exact, it's like a zombie, it's too old, isn't it? It's not just old, it's believable!

There is Hongjun first, and then there is heaven, and Zi Ma is still in front of the heavens. Born only seventeen years old, a chaos counts as a year.

#¥#¥, this old man's age is very panicked no matter how you look at it. However, Cybertron felt that there was nothing to be afraid of—he saw hundreds of thousands of years old Egyptian gods, all of them young and beautiful. Now that this old man is so old, it can only show that he has not yet transcended the laws of nature—in short, he has not stepped through the void.

"Are you ......?" Tyrell looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, and then asked in a quidiculatory tone, "Could it be that you are Kane?!"

"I am touched that you remember my name. For eternity, I can really leave my name. The old man, known as Kane, was relieved: "For three hundred years, I have been waiting for this day—but...... Who are you, the angel? We are still mortal ......."

"At this moment, I am also a mortal. Tyrrell smiled wryly, reached out his hand and touched Kane's shoulder, and said, "I'm already fallen. ”

Divine light shrouded Kane's aged body, and in an instant Kane witnessed the fall of Tyrell—the fall of justice.

"I ...... I'm ashamed that I arrived too late. It seems that all leaders are willing to say this, but the leaders who are willing to give up a sentence and say it are not.

"Big ...... Archangel, it's too ...... you like this" The old man burst into tears in an instant, covering his face and possibly dying at any time: "It's a pity, it's a pity......"

"If it's for justice. Worthy of an occupational disease, Tyrrell's eyes were blazing, and although he only had one eye, he showed his fearless side: "But now is no longer the time to speak—righteous people, although you have suffered injustice, you are still the righteous who are righteous." Although, we are all exiled, although, we are all 'degenerate'—I want to be with you. If this is the Fall, I am with you. We will fight together, pray together, fight together, suffer together, and uphold justice together, because we know that one day we will win the Great Holy War. On the day of victory, all the children of the Light will sing this hymn in unison with a new meaning: 'My Light, beautiful Light of Justice, I sing for you.' You are the place where your fathers died, you are the pride of the original Vault Dweller, and you let the voice of justice resound in every hill. 'When we let the voice of righteousness resound throughout the world, then all the people of the Light, the infidels and the pious, will face the final judgment, a righteous act aimed at ending the 'eternal war' - the great Light, the greater justice, the ruler of the universe, we swear in the name of justice!'

Tyrell's hand was clenched tightly by Kane, who was on his knees, and she spoke her words with a majestic, good look.

There are about 100 [Banished Persons] in the village below, all of whom have unique skills (from stealing chickens and dogs to robbing houses and houses, from rejuvenating the country to killing people and stealing goods, the whole Liangshan). It is estimated that they are no longer the first generation of outcasts, and I have heard that they have been living on the charges of heretics and degenerates all along, and I don't know what kind of faith has allowed them to survive here.

At this moment, they have finally found the true meaning of life—to fight for the righteousness of the Light.

Cybertron was watching, and there were a few heretics standing on the sidelines, and even alien gods and rival factions (those who summon dark magic).

What Cybertron felt at the moment was ...... It's not too sacred, except that Tyrell is very glorious - if she really has no ambitions, in fact, she has put on everything she can so far, stepping on 10,000 feet and never turning over. By the way, he didn't have his own godhead, and his piggyback hand was disfigured. Whether she is a human being or a god, she has given up a qiē.

Then, she's going to organize an army to fight against the evil of the future that Cybertron knows about.

And no matter how you look at it, Tyrrell is going to follow the path of Jesus—most likely to be crucified. Damn, it's simple!

To be honest, Cybertron didn't really want this to happen. But history cannot be praised, let alone changed, and if it changes, there will be nothing to do with Cybertron. Out of selfishness, he didn't dare to change anything, but it made him extremely entangled.

"Cyber, this group of fanatics is really crazy. Lina Imbas sighed, "But I've walked so far and I've seen that these crazy believers are doing more personnel and other things...... Hehe. ”

"I can only hehe. Cybertron agrees: "In fact, a true religion has a group of true believers at the beginning, otherwise no one believes in it." But well...... You must know that there are many people who believe in the back, and naturally the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. I can predict that the religion that will do the most to save the world will be similar to cults in the future. ”

"Huh?...... I think they're in good spirits. Niang looked at Cybertron strangely, and said with a smile: "There is the protection of the righteous gods, you can rest assured." ”

“...... The problem is, there will be no God in the future. ”

Cybertron smiled bitterly, and after three thousand years his world became the world of humans.

"Alright, let's not talk about that, we've got Tyrell somewhere in place. Though...... I guess she won't get better in the future," Cybertron sighed, "but I can't care about her anymore - let's go." ”

"Let me tell you about it. ”

Tyrell suddenly laughed, and the girl who had always thought she was an angel of sorrow waved her hand and pointed at Cybertron and said, "These are the helpers I found - all heretics, but they are all great people. They helped me out of the initial predicament and followed me all the way. These people will be the last backbone of the Light. ”

"Uh......" Cybertron wanted to say something, and he felt that the other party was holding it a little high. It's a pity that before he could say that he was gone, the fanatical believers who had already bowed to the archangel on the side had a ...... Belch......

Look at the eyes of the savior, look at yourself, all people, etc.

This look Cybertron has seen, and he has seen a lot of it—the legitimacy of his own rule in England was that he and his wife were "saviors"—he really blushed when he said it, but as long as someone believed it.

"Tyrell Archangel ......," said the old man named Kane, trembling, "you...... Are these people really the 'last backbone?'"

"Yes. Tyrrell looked at Kane with a smile, and the young girl comforted the old elder: "I have benefited a lot from this young man!

After the translation, there is no rhyme, but the meaning is still there—and Tyrell is very clever enough to make everyone preconceived that Cybertron is a man! And Tyrell also knows very well that the combat power ranking should be Golden Shining first, Lina second, and Cybertron ranked third - Levi and Lily are sent by phone bills.

"I ......"

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

The call of the distant mountains was accompanied by a noisy sound.

The world trembled, and the earth groaned with screams. For a moment, everyone seemed to be shocked.

"Uncle?—— ...... again It's ...... again" A beautiful girl grabbed Kane's hand and seemed to be eager "It's ...... again"

"Don't be afraid!" Kane exclaimed, and said to the panicked crowd, "Even if Skeletron is resurrected at this moment?—— our archangel and her great warrior are here to —— everyone, hold the sword, take the staff, and dedicate yourself to the Holy Light at this moment, which is incomparably great!"

"Holy light!" more than a hundred people raised their weapons and shouted the slogan: "That enemy is worth fighting!"

Before the gang could finish shouting, a crack opened in the ground—and seven or eight unlucky people fell into it screaming—apparently not coming up again.

At this time, it seems that Cybertron can't help but say, "I'll pass by the soy sauce maker, and I'll leave immediately."