Anthony's body began to tremble, and an indescribable fear enveloped his whole body in an instant, and his expression, which had not changed much even if his arm was cut off or his face was torn apart, was distorted at this moment.

He felt a horror like never before.

The moment he saw that huge phantom, Anthony already understood that it was an existence that he could not defeat no matter what.

That's something that shouldn't be in this world at all.

Is that...... Demon!

This bloody nun can actually attract the favor of the evil god?

Damn, what the hell is wrong with this world?

Why, in the future he peeped into, there was no such scene, what was the problem?

His face, extremely distorted.

His body was even trembling wildly.

At this moment, Cecilia, who was not far away, still had the same pretty face that was extremely indifferent, and her arms slowly raised again.

A scarlet weapon more than a foot long, like a kitchen knife, like a fruit knife, and like a machete, slowly lifted up.

In an instant, Anthony's scalp was about to explode.

He is the guardian of fate, and he cannot die here.

The fear of dying made Anthony unbearable any longer, and a magic scroll suddenly appeared in his palm, which opened in an instant.

With a flash of white light, the scarlet sword light also slashed at this time.

Swish!

The dazzling white light was quickly impregnated by the scarlet color, engulfing it.

Two things were left on the ground, one for the left leg and one for the right leg.

The rest of Anthony's body was finally transferred.

As a member of Andre's family, this kind of spatial transfer scroll seems to be a must-have item, which makes it extremely difficult to kill them completely.

On the other side, after swinging the knife, Cecilia's body slammed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and her face instantly turned pale.

This is a godsend!

It is somewhat similar to Ron's Hercules's shelter, which is extremely taxing on the body, but the difference is that Hercules is the god of Hercules who has long since fallen in this world.

And the Lord of Blood and Destruction is a genuine evil god who still exists.

In this case, the burden on the body is obviously much more exaggerated, and Cecilia's delicate body simply cannot bear it.

The phantom of the evil god behind it also dissipated.

The blood mist that had originally swirled around Cecilia's body also disappeared silently.

The corners of Cecilia's mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears were oozing blood, and the appearance looked unusually desolate, and she resisted the urge to faint, and walked to Ron's corpse step by step.

The little hand stretched out and took the master's body in his arms.

Her face was pressed against Ron's, and she hugged Ron's body hard, biting her lower lip desperately, trying not to cry.

But the trembling shoulders betrayed her mood.

She wished that her master could pat her head like before, and then say softly, everything is with me.

She wished that she could lie on her master's chest like before, cry loudly, and vent all the grievances and pain in her heart.

She wished she had restless on her master's shoulder, it had been the most restful nights she had ever slept on!

She didn't understand, why did such a good person end up like this?

Could it be that all this is the damn fate?

She suddenly raised her head, scarlet eyes, looking at the sky, that damn fate, is it still high up, indifferent to the world?

"Ahh......h

Cecilia let out a hoarse cry.

A wave of reverse blood gushes up the throat!

Crystal beads of blood, like beautiful rubies, spread out in mid-air.

Cecilia was in a trance in front of her eyes, hugged Ron's body, and fell down.

A bead of blood that fell on Ron's heart.

Ron's heart, after being sent to Serafina's chest, searched for Serafina's severed blood vessels and reconnected them.

But that's about it.

Her heart didn't beat again, and she sat quietly on Serafina's chest.

However, just after a drop of blood fell on the heart, it was quickly absorbed by the heart, and Cecilia's blood bead seemed to contain some special power, and the heart slowly began to contract.

Then swell......

Shrink!

Swell!

Slowly, but steadily.

……

The other side.

Irelia with crimson eyes stood still, her eyes were more beautiful, but her pupils were not focused, like a doll, she didn't cry, she didn't make trouble, and it was quiet and distressing.

It's like losing a soul.

Unprecedented despair is tormenting Irelia's soul.

Is that the abyss?

Called the Abyss of Despair?

Irelia was able to find that just inside her body, there seemed to be some kind of power being activated, and her body began to be filled with powerful magic, and her hair had even spread to her heels.

Before, she might have been excited by the abundance of magic, but now, Irelia felt ridiculous.

She didn't rush to Ron's side and put her arms around her lover like Cecilia did.

No.

She just stood still, and she didn't even feel worthy to be by Ron's side like Cecilia.

She tried her best to learn the chant, hoping that she could also have special strength, to be able to stand by her lover's side and become her lover's helper.

She succeeded, and she learned five chants.

She had previously sought the guidance of the Great Holy Maiden Christian, and according to the Great Holy Maiden, her attainments in the Holy Chant were already the best in the Church of the Goddess of the Dawn, and neither the Great Holy Maiden nor the Deputy Pope could compare.

That's right, the Great Holy Maiden has only mastered three kinds of chant, and Vice-Pope Apu seems to have mastered two, which is already a genius that has not been encountered in a hundred years, or even a thousand years, by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn.

She had been a little proud of these achievements, but when it was really mortally dangerous, she was shocked to find that the chant she had mastered was not of use at all.

What can she do in the face of an enemy who is far greater than herself? Add all five kinds of chants, it should not be an opponent or an opponent.

She wanted to protect Ron, but she couldn't even get close to Ron.

She couldn't push Ron away and resist the blow like Serafina did.

She can't be like Cecilia, who has a powerful destructive power, breaking through the defenses left by the murderer, tearing off one of the murderer's arms, and cutting off the murderer's two legs.

She couldn't even help Ron a lot of the time like Charlene and Lydia did.

She was the girl who stayed by Ron's side at the beginning, but in the end, Irelia painfully discovered that she was the most useless one.

The amber eyes vanished.

The strange scarlet will remain in Irelia's eyes forever.

For a long time, she looked up at the sky, the fate of shit.

Her gaze fell on Ron again, and a slight smile appeared on her pretty cheeks.

Wait, Ron.

I'm going to look for great power, I'm going to kill Anthony Andrei, I'm going to destroy that damn fate...... Then, I'll go with you and wait for me.

She stepped forward and walked towards a wreck in front of the church.

There was the library, half of which had collapsed in the violent impact.

There is no point in learning the Psalms.

What she wants is something else, something more powerful, a power that can protect those who are important to her, a power that can directly destroy the enemy, and a power that can directly crush fate.

Everything in the ruined library has collapsed.

Only the wall, and the buttons on the wall, are still there.

Irelia's bloodline awakens, and she begins to possess powerful magical powers.

However, she chose a path that neither Ron nor fate could have predicted.

Irelia raised her arm and pressed the button without hesitation.

"Twilight ......"

A woman, a sad and long sigh, echoed in Irelia's ears!

At this moment, fate is messed up!

……

In the empty field, Virgil was the only one left.

He stood there dumbfounded, as if he were a fool.

Good brother, dead.

Archbishop Gerald, dead.

Father Abraham, dead.

Serafina, dead.

Lydia, Charlene, motionless.

Cecilia, unconscious.

Irelia, go!

A gust of wind blew, and Fergil's body was shivering, and he felt a chill that he didn't know how to describe.

Is it sadness? Is it pain?

It doesn't seem to be, that's ...... Torture.

He looked around with difficulty, but he couldn't see anything but his motionless bodies.

He staggered to Archbishop Gerald's side, then to Ron's side, and looked at the pale face that was held in Sicilia's arms, and Fergil grinned.

"You don't want anyone else to know about you and Sister Isaiah, do you?"

This is the first sentence that the good brother said to himself, is it the first sentence, I can't remember it clearly.

But, all in all, Virgil deeply appreciates this statement.

"So, good brother, you're joking with me right now, aren't you?"

Virgil muttered to himself, but soon, his face collapsed, the corners of his eyes began to become sour, and tears slipped down his dirty face, leaving traces on his face, turning into a large flower face.

He was like a child, sobbing, with ridiculous bubbles in his nostrils.

If a good brother can open his eyes and see him like this, he will definitely threaten himself with this, right?

He should have said something like:

"Virgil, you don't want anyone else to know that you're still snotty, aren't you?"

He will.

The fifth chapter is sent, today's update is done, congratulations to everyone again on Happy New Year's Day!

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