There is such a thing as face, some rely on bloodline and status, some rely on hard work and hard work, and some rely on history and luck.

Well, although it is not easy to understand, history and luck are indeed one of the conditions, as the old saying in the empire goes: "Current events make heroes." ”

If the gates of Hell hadn't opened, and if the second demonic invasion hadn't happened, the empire wouldn't have been what it is now.

Or to put it more bluntly, if it weren't for the old man who broke through the vast frozen soil of more than 900 kilometers like a long knife and resolutely rushed into hell, perhaps the word human would have been erased from this world by now.

To some extent, the old man saved the entire human race by himself.

Although there is no shortage of blood shed by countless imperial soldiers, countless front-line materials supported by money, rear stability and uninterrupted conscription brought about by countless political skills, and tenacious development in the field of human scientific research.

But among the thousands of stars, there must always be the brightest one, so that old man will be remembered, appreciated, and worshipped, and he will inevitably become a special and extreme existence in the long years of the empire, which has not been before and will not be able to be.

Because, everyone owes him a life.

In the hut on the seaside embankment, the old man looked at the starry sky above his head through the window in silence, and some people said that the soul of the deceased will rise to the sky and become a point among the stars, and he does not know whether his soul will fly to the sky after his death, or will be dragged back to the so-called 'hell' again.

At this point, he reluctantly recalled the year and seven months in hell

I remembered those promises, those struggles, those choices that I didn't know were right or wrong.

No one was able to summon a third-order Great Demon under the shroud of holy light.

It's an iron law.

So, if that young man really did it, then there was only one possibility.

It was the Light who agreed with him to summon the demons.

This phenomenon was undoubtedly appalling, no one knew what it meant, the soldiers did not know, the servants of the Temple of Light who did not care about the worldly affairs did not know, not even the young man himself.

The old man looked at the night sky and thought about it for a long time, and at last, as if he had suddenly decided something, put on his robe, pushed open the door of the hut, and walked into the night

That night, the whole seaside town was plunged into a certain tremble, and countless eyes watched as the old man walked out of the hut and along the road blown by the sea breeze, until at last he crossed the road on the outskirts of the town.

In this process, everything was so quiet, but the moment the old man's figure disappeared outside the town, the lights of the whole town turned on one after another.

The female boss of the grocery store at the corner of the street usually looks domineering, but at this moment she dialed a certain phone in a panic; The old man, who usually only knows fishing, didn't lift his pants in a hurry, and hurriedly ran into the phone booth across the street from his home; In the town's only newspaper office, the doorman on duty swept away his usual drunken appearance, and stood in the most standard military posture at this time, reporting something to the other end of the phone.

That night, the whole town was in a state of panic, and countless messages were delivered to all corners of the empire, and then, more people stayed up all night.

It's been 33 years.

The old man walked out of town for the first time

And just an hour before the old man walked out of town, in the far upper part of London, a monk in Whitechapel was completely asleep by the constant sound of metal striking outside the window.

In the past few days, the entire upper London city has been implementing the policy of replacing electricity, and all the gas pipes that have been buried underground for nearly a hundred years have been dug up and replaced with power transmission devices.

In the hazy darkness of the night, the monk walked down the dimly lit aisle, opened a door with a key, and came to the antechamber of the church, wanting to have some worship on this sleepless night, which was a sign of the devotion of a follower of the Light.

However, when he came to the huge statue of the sunflower, he was about to open the Gospel of Light in the rare moonlight.

He felt like he smelled something.

Then, subconsciously turning his head along with the smell, he was a little surprised to find that in the middle of the antechamber of the church, there seemed to be a person lying down, and there were some things scattered around him.

It was late at night, and Whitechapel closed at six o'clock before nightfall, was this man asleep during the service and locked up in the church?

No, the worship area of the church is not very large, and I saw it before closing the door, and the believers have already left.

The monk shouted twice, but there was no response, so he walked over.

As he got closer to the man, and the smell of blood around him grew stronger, the monk's face began to turn a little pale, as if he had vaguely foreseen what was about to happen to him.

However, even if he had already been mentally prepared, when he saw the scene in front of him, he still couldn't suppress the horror in his heart, and suddenly screamed!

An hour later, the people of Scotland Yard arrived.

The corpse on the ground was in a terrible state of death, the limbs were violently severed into several pieces, there was no clothing, the dissected chest was empty, the ribs that had been lifted open, the severed limbs, and all the internal organs were laid out around the deceased, leaving only an extraordinarily distorted face.

This is a woman, about 35 years old, judging from that hideous expression, she must have suffered unimaginable pain before she died, combined with the parts that were removed from her body around her, and the blood that did not have time to seep into the floor, it should not be difficult to guess that this lady was dismembered alive, and the destruction of the glottis made it impossible for her to scream.

The accompanying autopsy examiners also confirmed that these internal organs were removed more than two hours ago, and the deceased died at that time.

Well, a case of living dismemberment.

It's not too common in London, but it's not too unacceptable, and although the empire is in good shape these days, and there is a sign everywhere that 'good days are coming', murderers don't care about that, maybe they just hate to live a good life.

In this way, the police in Scotland Yard skillfully filed the murder case, and then explained more skillfully that there are really not enough people now, so they can only wait for the time to free up and conduct another investigation.

It's not that these police officers are negligent in their duties, it's a pile of crimes, and they really don't have time to take care of them.

So, all this is like what later people have evaluated.

"At first, the case of the autopsy in Whitechapel did not attract anyone's attention.

Until the dead rose from prostitutes, to noble women, then to the families of the clergy, to the elderly mothers of a pope.

Eventually, until the lady's name appeared on a note from the mouth of a deceased person.

The Empire's judiciary finally realizes that things seem to be out of their control. ”

(End of chapter)