"You killed a lot of people."
Looking at this old friend with a complicated expression, Gerost gave a bitter smile, his eyes full of loneliness, "You have killed too many people by pulling down the Great Formation in advance. Even if it is to avenge me, you will not It should be done.”
Release the Great Border in advance and isolate the entire Jordan from Yingnan. This move directly or indirectly killed countless civilians. Gerost's heart sank. He did not expect that his old friend's hatred was stronger than his own. If he had known this, he would not have disappeared from the world and cut off contact with Christine.
"You are quite narcissistic."
With a disdainful taunt, Christine held her sword tightly, raised the corner of her mouth and said to the astonished Geralost: "It has nothing to do with you."
"Do you really think that I can't see through Roja?"
Release your right hand, then place it on the sword blade and hold it tightly. Blood spurted out instantly and sprinkled on this barren land. Christine "looked" at False, who was imprisoned in place by an invisible force and unable to move. He endured the mental pain, grinned, and a crazy and sad smile appeared on his face.
"I understand the human heart better than you."
He held the sword tightly with both hands, and the blood spread from the blade as if it was alive, and penetrated into the land called Jordan. At this time, Hypocrisy had just emerged from the dizziness. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream out words, but was horrified to find that he could not use any words.
"Pardon: Heroes should not be imprisoned here!"
A trace of blood suddenly emerged from the ground and fell on Gerost's body. In an instant, Geralost, who had been tightly locked in every cell, felt his whole body relax, and the invisible pressure suddenly dissipated. The moment of relaxation made him stagger a few steps and almost fall to the ground.
Christian was standing on the ground at this time, with blood already flowing in his body and into the soil. At this time, he had lost all his blood, and the long sword in his hand flashed with strange lines, which was terrifying.
"The day you faked your death, I have been observing Roja."
The falseness that returns to God holds the filthy horns and wants to pierce into the blood-red earth. But when the sheep cornered the fragile soil, a nihilistic suction almost tipped him to the ground. At this moment, a trace of panic flashed through False's heart. He was very familiar with this method of neutralizing his attack, so familiar that it frightened him.
He never thought that the Great Formation Realm he had transformed would become a weapon to imprison him.
"Angry, disappointment, those are normal emotions, really normal."
Leaning the sword forward slightly, Christian was as solemn as a stone statue. He spoke and said to Geralost: "But, in his eyes buried in anger, I found an emotion that should not belong to him."
"Relieved."
Relieved…
Geralost was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Christine meant, smiled bitterly, and said in a complicated tone: "Do you regard me as his target?"
"He became disillusioned with humanity earlier than you did."
Like a conductor on the stage, Kristine swung her sword to the right, and a bloody light covered False's eyes. The next second, air burst out from the earth, and countless needles with strange colors broke out of the earth, piercing into False's eyes. in the body. With a silent roar of pain, Christine continued:
"The death of his family was not accidental. A few years ago, I found a dusty file, which was a record of a call for help."
"His father's observation skills are very keen. He noticed the traces of vampire activities as early as one day before the weird disaster and reported it. But because of his father's origin, the aristocracy dismissed this mixed-race child's call for help. , not even superficial work was done.”
"Later, a weird disaster broke out. In order to cover up their poor supervision, the nobles pushed out Roja's dead father, making him the target of public opinion. His parents' graves were dug up. If you hadn't brought him in the end, If Luo Ya defeats the grotesque, I’m afraid his family will forever be hung on the pillar of shame in history.”
He closed his hands and stabbed the long sword into the ground, causing a burst of blood.
"This file has been reviewed by someone other than me earlier. I think you know who it is."
After hearing Christine's words, Gerost lowered his eyes in silence. He didn't know what to say, nor what emotions to use to face his dead "disciple."
Human malice took away his parents, and even went so far as to make his dead parents forever nailed to the pillar of shame in public opinion. Because of greed, human beings can give up the hero who saved Jordan without hesitation, kill Roja's only spiritual support with the knife in his back, and bury him in the long river of history.
It can be said that Roja has never experienced human kindness. But even so, Roja did not choose to use the power of the gospel to destroy mankind. On the contrary, because of mankind's bad roots, he wanted to draw pure human souls into the gospel world and build a more perfect world.
Of course, his sins are countless, countless people died because of him, and countless families were broken because of him. But as Roja's master, rather than hating Roja for what he did, it would be better to say that Gerost was in pain because of Roja's actions.
After he faked his death, in order to prevent Christine and Roja from being forced to confront Yingnan because of him, and because he did not want to step into the city that made him sad again, Gerost stayed anonymous for decades. But now he feels pain for his actions at that time. If he hadn't concealed his birth information, none of this would have happened.
Now that Roja is dead, he has not had time to repay the blood debt he owed.
"This kid died so mysteriously, and I still have to wipe his ass."
Kristine twisted his neck, he closed his eyes, and smiled helplessly: "This guy is also good at fortune telling, and he met two good masters."
"I created the Grand Formation Realm. I have kept every rune and node in my mind."
Clenching her hands, Christine felt the illusory power, and her voice was a little ethereal: "Roya thought his changes were perfect, but in my eyes, they are full of loopholes."
"Unfortunately, the control of the human body by the Gospels in its heyday was still too strong. I was forced to forget about Roja and his actions, and the changes in the Great Formation Realm. But..."
Chains broke out of the ground and wrapped around the false huge body. The veins on Christine's neck popped out, and he forced himself to hold on and said word by word: "Don't forget, I am the patron saint of Jordan."
