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A drop of coldness fell on Uriah's face.

He was stunned for a moment. Realizing that the ritual that enveloped the city was crumbling, even the eternal peaceful canopy of hypocrisy was torn apart, revealing its true colors. But - how is this possible, even if you take out your own support, it shouldn't be ruined so quickly!

Could it be that damn ship? Uriah looked up and looked at a little in the sky. But the ship remained motionless, as if silently mocking his embarrassment. He was angry and decided to race against time to tear apart the guys in front of him to relieve the resentment in his heart.

Before he could move, the charred figure on the stake moved.

Uriah was stunned, there were so many surprises today that they surpassed his already deformed brain. A few more bits of rain hit his face. He watched as Luo Jia, who had lost his life, opened his eyes, radiating a clear golden light.

But Luo Jia ignored him. The little primordial just stared at Shelley in front of him, squeezing out a hoarse, shrill voice word by word with his throat.

"Why?"

Uriah's angle could only see the small half of the priestess's face. He saw crooked eyes, a smile that was so sincere that it could be said to be warm.

"Because it's worth it."

She hugged the still burning body and pressed her face against his chest, gentle and deep, like a mother embracing a child. Her flesh melted and fell off like wax, her snow-white bones weathered into ashes in the air, and finally, a pair of round glass beads fell to the ground.

Luo Jia looked at her empty arms. The charred skin peeled off his body, revealing blood-red muscles, and a new white skin was born.

In the blink of an eye, the handsome child was back in everyone's eyes. There was still a fire burning on his body, and his expression was like crying and laughing. Uriah still forgot about attacking and fleeing, and came to witness this miracle with almost reverence.

The rain finally began to fall.

The little primordial stepped down from the torture rack, and those who touched it with his flames melted like priestesses, and even their souls were wiped out without a trace. He opened his arms and repeated to everyone: "Whoever thinks he is not guilty, let him come and touch me." ”

The people of Bethlehem wept and pleaded, but could not stop his advance. They have lost even the courage to resist. Translucent shadows rose from the ground, following in the footsteps of the upper Roga. Those of them who got too close were also engulfed in flames, but they didn't care.

Narek and Helriben watched in amazement. The wraith passed by them, ignoring them, the chill of their breath freezing the air and turning their breath into hoarfrost. Helliben stepped forward and shouted with some uncertainty, "Lilith? ”

A female ghost stopped. She twisted her blank face and held out her hand to Helribburn. The latter's eyes widened: "Lilith - it's really you!" No, I shouldn't have called you Lilith - take me away, let's burn this lie together! ”

The female ghost nodded, took Helriben's outstretched hand, and with a gentle tug, pulled an equally translucent figure out of the banshee's shell. They walked hand in arm, letting Khaliburn's body turn to a puddle of ashes.

There are more and more ghosts, passing over the opulent buildings and the weeping crowds. Until the cries and cries faded away, until the last of the citizens of Bethlehem were reduced to ashes.

The rain soaked Uriah's robes and scales, and a blue bolt of lightning lit up the sky. The scene reminded him of the last night at Thunderstone Church. But now standing before him was not the king who claimed to be the revelation, but his young son, a little cub whose eyes shone with cold anger and the smell of milk.

Bethlehem as well as being completely shrouded in darkness. The light of lightning illuminated the empty faces, the crushed dead of Bethlehem gazing upon him, the ghosts whose minds had almost faded in endless agony brought retribution.

But what went wrong? Uraiya thought dizzily. Shouldn't the weak be the joy of the strong? Shouldn't people be reckless? What about retribution and justice? Shouldn't the creed of the Lord of Pleasure be the universal truth? Could it be that everyone has been led into a fate without God, forgiveness and salvation by that bastard who claims to be the emperor? No, it shouldn't be like this, but why is he the one to be judged?

"I'm not wrong! I'm not guilty! You unconscionable wild seeds! He roared, splattering venom and hissing and burning the floor. But the deceased was indifferent, and his face, which had no facial features, remained motionless.

Roga stepped forward, and Uraya could see the flames dancing in his body and eyes. He stretched out his hand and repeated the words: "Whoever thinks he has no sin, let him come and touch me." ”

"I'm not guilty." Uriah screamed frantically, pulling at her hair. "I used to believe in him and loved him! I used to think he saved me! But he won't even give me an empty word, a word of deception! ”

The man who single-handedly directed the Bethlehem tragedy cried like a child. "If there is no God, what is man? Without the promise of salvation, what is the toil? On what basis does he deprive us of comfort and throw us out of the swaddling clothes of myth and religion into this cold reality? ”

"Because he loves you." Tears welled up in his face, Roga said. Uriah found that the wound on his chest was still unhealed, and that it was bleeding freshly—a fatal wound wound from the priestess's own hand. "So he will bleed you. Raise ye from the dead, from despair and do wonders like never before. ”

"Love......" Uriah's voice trembled, and he looked at the little primordial body's chest without blinking, and the scarlet that flowed with his words seemed to understand something. Ha...... Even I wasn't so pathetic. ”

The former priest closed his eyes and knelt down as if he had done a thousand times. Serpenttail made it not easy, but he did his best. He hung his head and whispered as if in front of the altar of the Thunderstone Church: "Eli, Eli!" Ramasa Bathathani? ”

Thirty thousand years ago, when the language was still widely known, many could hear its meaning: "My God, my God!" Why have you forsaken me? ””

When the cold flames touched his body and robbed him of life, he felt only a trace of regret. Now, his soul was going to suffer in the mouth of the devil, and he had seen many of them, many of them from people like him who had taken refuge in Chaos.

But that didn't happen...... Uriah was shocked to realize that her soul, which was as unformed as her body, was slowly burning in the flames, but it was not painful.

"Ah...... It's good. "The last pastor left his last words and never returned.

The pouring rain washed away all traces of the day. When the sun rises again, the nomads see the sun shining on the ruins of Bethlehem.

"Mom, what's that?" A little girl asked in a whisper as she looked at the plastered remains of the city wall and the crumbling gates.

The mother, who was tightly tugged at the corners of her clothes, did not lift her head to the ground, and continued to milk the sheep. "What is the name of that place Bethlehem, the people in it died more than sixty years ago. Grandma Ling saw it with her own eyes and said that there were still people coming and going the day before, and there was no one left the next day. ”

The mother packed the buckets and lifted them up and walked into the house. "Then she heard from the people of the city that it was a plague from the gods of heaven."

The little girl bit her dirty fingers and nodded her head as if she didn't understand. Her attention had already moved to the horizon, pointing to a cloud: "Mommy, what a bright star!" The stars are gone! ”

"Silly girl, the stars won't run." Mother said in the house.

The little girl pursed her lips, unconvinced. But the mother was already busy with her own business, and she didn't care about her little temper. She could only play with the newborn lamb by herself, thinking: Of course the stars will run, didn't they just shine and fly through the sky?