The sun has not set, and the clouds are still thick.
Gerost stood quietly under the dark and treacherous sky, his head lowered and his expression unclear. His clenched fists and slightly trembling body told everyone that he was not in a calm mood. The falsehood in front of him was devastated, and the huge body leaned on the building nearby, swallowing the light.
Falsehood is not dead.
Gerost, stained with false blood, raised his head and covered his face with one hand. The cross-shaped blade hung on the ground, reflecting a faint silver halo.
"Old guy, what you said is wrong..."
Under the palm of his hand, Geralost's dull voice sounded. He clenched the sharp blade in his hand, veins popping out, "I'm really not a good master."
I taught Roja how to identify the evil of human beings and how to deal with human nature, but in the end it was myself who was betrayed by human nature. I taught him too much, but I failed to teach him one of the most important things.
“No one can save those who don’t save themselves.”
The holy silver light slowly flowed from Gerost's heart into his blood. Gerost put down his hand, and the evil ghost mask made of silver covered his face.
People who give up, people who are ungrateful, people who choose to spend their lives in numbness, people who hate people who choose to change. Roja, you didn’t understand until the end that it wasn’t whether these people were worth saving, but that you couldn’t save them at all.
You can't save anyone at all, it's not that it's worth it, it's that you can't.
"Huh~"
The steady, soothing breath suppressed the anger in Gerost's chest. This is his anger against the false god, and even more so against himself. It is also a kind of helpless sadness.
What Roja didn't know was that mankind never needed a savior or a second god. A brave man who once saved the world, his greatest role in disasters has never been absolute force or destructive level spells. What truly saves the world is humanity united by brave men.
"I only killed one hundred and thirty monsters during the grotesque disaster."
As if he was speaking to himself, and as if he was speaking to someone who could never respond, Geralost felt the power gradually gathering in his hand and muttered to himself: "Christine killed one hundred and twenty. , you killed fifty."
"There are a thousand grotesques in the Freak Disaster, and only 300 of them were actually killed by us so-called heroes."
The silver light in the blood began to dim, and Geralost raised the cross blade. In the cloudy Jordan, Geralost did not have any emotional fluctuations. He seemed to be a body that had lost its soul and lost its "color" .
"What really saved this country were the 126,713 soldiers who died in battle and the three million people who lost their lives in the disaster."
The trembling hands stopped, and the huge body like a mountain slowly stood up in front of him. The falseness that had regained his power tore open the mud in his body and smashed it hard on his chest. But Gerost just closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from looking at the false body. He wants to hold back falsehood before it can fully regain its authority.
The savior saves the world.
Humanity needs to save itself.
"You are not human!"
He was able to detect the fluctuations of Geralost's soul and roared with false anger. In order to create a perfect fusion, he did not completely implant his power into Geralost's body. In his previous heyday, he could completely control Jaroust. Special, but now, he has lost this ability.
He must be stopped, he must be stopped!
"You are not human at all! You are a monstrosity, an illusion, a stitched monster! Why do you want to save those who have betrayed you?"
"Help me, I will make you a demigod, I will make you ruler of Jordan. I can take over the world, I can take over the authority of all the gods, you follow me and I will make you supreme! I will give you everything you want. "
"Ah."
Lowering his head and biting the last cigarette, Geralost wiped his fingers and lit the cigarette butt. He raised his eyes and stared at the malicious body with scarred eyes. Then, Geralost smiled.
"Want one?"
The disaster of evil spirits is evidenced by silver.
Silver light shines in the sky. This is the "god gift" that Gerost received after entering the god-given realm. Unfortunately, he has never used this power. His previous grotesqueries were not up to par. Even Neither does Plague Knight.
Like a miraculous silver cross, it steals the light from the sky. There is no shadow under it, and the haze has nowhere to hide. False opened his mouth and roared loudly, but to no avail.
"I bet I can do it."
The low murmur was covered by the harsh roar. Gerost held up the cross blade in his hand, took heavy and slow steps, and walked towards the falsehood with the cross of judgment brought by the Silver Evidence.
"This is impossible!"
The cross that robbed the darkness and light shined on the false body. He stared at the huge cross in horror and shouted in disbelief: "I never gave you this kind of power!"
"I know."
Taking heavy steps, the faint firelight from the cigarette butt shone in Geralost's eyes. He looked calm and said softly: "You don't deserve this kind of power."
"I don't deserve it either. 0"
The short mortal held the god-given cross and walked slowly towards the monstrosity of Khorne that devoured the realm. In this miraculous contest, Geralost was like a witness, extremely insignificant.
The cross of judgment fell, and at this moment, all the light was taken away. Black has lost its existence, and the haze cannot remain in the world. The sky is still covered with dark clouds, but the earth is shrouded in light.
False seen.
He saw why Gerost had this power.
"GAIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The hysterical roar was replaced by a roar, and the falsehood was nailed to the spot by countless rays of light. He was strangled by invisible force, slowly lifted up, and placed on the cross. The light slowly faded, and Gerost slowly slumped on the ground. Soot fell on his neck, leaving a faint black mark.
"I won the bet, as usual, a bottle of ale."
His vision began to blur, and feeling the falseness of the constant struggle, Gerost raised his weak hand, slowly took off the hot cigarette butt, and threw it aside.
It's a pity that you have to miss the date this time.
Closing your eyes, darkness swept over you. When the silver cross that Gaia used to suppress the false power in his body left his body, falsehood began to erode his body.
Those monstrosities that had been cut off from contact began to regain their strength, and they began to swarm in, constantly rushing in the false direction. False is angry, and this time, he wants to destroy the city.
Geralost was lying on the ground. He could no longer feel the cold touch. Now he seemed to be thrown into the abyss of nothingness. The illusory distortion spread across every inch of his body, swallowing up his consciousness. He closed his eyes, sighed, and smiled again.
Didn't expect it, me too.
I can’t drink anymore…
"one is enough."
A familiar, reassuring voice suddenly sounded.
"If two people die, I feel really uncomfortable."
The Black Emperor walked out of the Void Gate, holding the Sword of Power.
