The bones were exposed, and at this moment Geralost suddenly discovered that every change of Christine was not irregular. From the spurt of blood to the current exposure of his bones, he has been "becoming" false.
"Christine, what are you doing?!"
Geralost noticed what Christine was thinking. He looked shocked, and then shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!"
"From the day you died, I started to build the Great Formation Realm."
The bones were slowly pulled out and inserted into the ground. At this time, Christian no longer looked like a human being. At this time, his bones were turned out and his flesh and blood were blurred. His ferocious body made him look like a false clone in front of him.
"I know that the Gospel will never give up. Sooner or later, he will come back."
The hands were connected together by flesh and blood, and Christine's voice was very hoarse, as if her throat was filled with razors. Geralost gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, his eyes full of pain.
"The establishment of the Great Formation Realm cannot be hidden from him, and I don't want to hide it from him either."
"This is what you taught me. Weird people always enjoy the feeling of strategizing. They like to play with us humans and happily watch us doing useless work."
"So, the big knot I made is full of loopholes and makes people laugh."
The neck was already wrapped in a black substance, and every inch of Christian's skin was burned by the air, but he didn't care. He just grinned and said in a hoarse voice: "But, I'm in this ridiculous big knot." , made a small change.”
A black, human-like "tentacle" slowly stretched out from behind him and took off the cloth covering Christine's eyes. When those dark eyes that reflected the black goat appeared in front of False, False felt a tremor from his soul.
He stole his own authority.
"In addition to every node and every rune connected by the Grand Formation Realm, it also connects an additional thing."
The black and red eyes were full of madness and extreme calmness. Christian opened his mouth, and this was the most wild laugh he had had in decades.
"My soul."
Christine has never liked the intrigue and intrigue of politics. Until now, he has not been a qualified politician.
Because he can't be calm, he can't sit on the sidelines, and he can't stand alone like a politician.
He still likes to gamble, just like in Bizarre Disaster, he always bets Christine on whether he can kill more monsters. He would fight for drinks with his men, trade wounds for wounds in battles with grotesques, and gamble on his own life.
Christian always wins bets, not because he is lucky or because he is smart. Christine's ability to win all her bets is due to her madness.
"After being a sheep for several years, do you really think I eat grass?"
When the plague spread, Kristen noticed the strange energy gradually eroding in the Great Formation. Without any hesitation, Christine fell into the knot before it was completely infected.
This move did not surprise Roja and the Gospel behind him. They did not think that this was Christine's move that she was aware of her identity. Both Roja and the Gospel believe that this is Christian's move to take revenge on the nobles he hates, and it is the basis for him to take the opportunity to cleanse Yingnan.
Yes, Christine, fooled the God of Falsehood.
However, Zhou Li relied on his performance and ability to deceive the false god. Kristen, on the other hand, used all the truth to pile up a true lie.
"I hate the nobles and I hate these greedy commoners."
Opening his mouth, the ulcerated mouth was filled with black sludge. At this time, Christian's once neat military appearance was completely gone. He was like a monster facing another monster.
"But I don't hate humans."
The mocking gaze came from the increasingly cloudy eyes, hurting the heart of the false god.
"My daughter admires me very much."
"She has been proud of my title as the patron saint of Jordan for a long time."
Gerost knew it was coming to an end.
The human body cannot bear the power of the ancient gods. Christine is the only one who has been able to hold on until now. He looked at Christine who was gradually collapsing in front of him, closed his eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you ready to leave like this?"
"What else? We also drank wine and boasted about our awesomeness. You and I also saw it."
Christian has lost his human form at this point. Rather than being human, he is now a shrunken falsity. He did not look at his body, but smiled and said to Geralost behind him: "You just have to do me a favor."
"Tell little Avery that his father is not dead, he just went to the book."
"Little girl is playful and doesn't like reading. I will have to worry about her even if I die."
The chains and needles slowly closed, closed, and closed again. Every inch of False's body was torn apart by his own power. He wailed in pain, but could not make any sound.
Christian "sees" False. He loses his eyes but has the same senses as False. The world in his mind at this time was a crazy, horrific purgatory full of twisted colors. Human beings have become broken bones, buildings are burning with blue flames, trees are nightmares made of flesh and blood, and flowers are eyes one after another.
"I'll take the first step."
The fake body erupted with a terrifying tearing sound, and bursts of explosions shattered the surrounding glass and thin bricks. Christine's body began to disintegrate, and the black fragments fell off from his body and fell to the ground without any light.
"Help... you... scold... Luo Ya... this brat."
Christine, dissipate.
Only the horrific skeletons were left standing on the ground, like the remains of monsters. However, no one is afraid of him.
The eyes of those humans and soldiers who could not move and had witnessed everything were filled with the skeleton. Without fear, without fear, these human eyes gazed upon Christine, upon the remains of the Sublime.
Christine, sixty-seven years old, is a soldier by profession.
Level, a gift from God.
At the age of thirty, he served as a major general and concurrently as the head of the Knights Templar. He has many names and is defined by the world as the most powerful warrior ever. At the age of thirty-five, Christian temporarily retired from behind the scenes and began his political career that lasted for more than thirty years. However, he failed in the end and could never become a qualified politician.
Because no matter when, he could never abandon his beloved Jordan or the people who would always worship him. He was always like the young man who fought in a strange disaster, never forgetting the praises he received from the people he saved on the road.
He still remembered that on Mink Street, the girl holding a wreath in her hand had twinkling stars in her eyes. She looked at him with pure reverence on her childish face. The girl did not expect that her sudden words would accompany Kristen throughout her life.
"Thank you, patron saint of Jordan."
