Chapter 144 Irelia's Choice (asking for monthly ticket)

Anthony's body began to tremble. Unspeakable fear enveloped his whole body in an instant. Even when his arms were cut off and his face was torn open, his expression, which had not changed much, became distorted at this moment.

He felt an unprecedented horror.

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

That is an existence that should not exist in this world at all.

That was... the evil god! How could this bloody nun attract the evil god's favor?

Damn it, what happened to this world? Why didn't this scene appear in the future he peeked into? What went wrong?

His face was extremely distorted.

Even his body was shaking madly.

At this moment, Cecilia, who was not far away, still had that extremely cold face, and she slowly raised her arms again.

A scarlet weapon, more than a foot long, that looked like a kitchen knife, a fruit knife, and also like a machete, was slowly raised up.

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

He is the guardian of destiny, he cannot die here.

Anthony could no longer bear the fear of being on the verge of death. A magic scroll suddenly appeared in his palm and opened instantly.

Along with a flash of white light, a scarlet knife light also slashed over at this time.

Swish! The dazzling white light was quickly stained and swallowed by the scarlet color.

There were two things left on the ground, one was the left leg and the other was the right leg.

The rest of Anthony's body was eventually moved away.

As expected of members of the Andre family, this space 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 suddenly paused, blood spurted out of her mouth, and her face turned pale in an instant.

This is considered a divine descent! This method is somewhat similar to Ron's Hercules's protection, which puts a great burden on the body. The difference is that Hercules in this world is a fallen Hercules.

The Lord of Blood and Destruction is the real evil god who still exists.

In this case, the burden on the body was obviously much more exaggerated, and Cecilia's frail body simply could not bear it.

The phantom of the evil god behind him also dissipated.

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

Blood was oozing out of the corners of Cecilia's mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears. She looked extremely miserable. She resisted the urge to faint and walked step by step to Ron's body.

The little hands reached out and hugged the owner's body in their arms.

Her face was pressed tightly against Ron's face. She hugged Ron tightly, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, trying not to cry out.

But her trembling shoulders betrayed her feelings completely.

How she wished her master would pat her on the head like he used to, and then say gently, "I'll take care of everything."

How she wished she could lie on her master's chest like she used to, cry loudly, and vent all the grievances and pain in her heart.

How she wanted to rest her head on her master's shoulder again. Those were the nights when she slept most peacefully! She didn't understand why her master, such a good person, had to end up like this?

Could it be that all this was that damned fate? She suddenly raised her head, her scarlet eyes looking at the sky. Was that damned fate still high above, watching the world indifferently?

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…”

Cecilia screamed at the top of her lungs.

A surge of blood rushed up my throat!

The crystal blood beads, like beautiful rubies, scattered in the air.

Cecilia was in a trance for a moment, and she fell down holding Ron's body.

A drop of blood fell on Ron's heart.

After being sent into Seraphina's chest, Ron's heart found Seraphina's broken blood vessels on its own and reconnected.

But that's all.

The heart did not resume beating, and just stayed quietly in Seraphina's chest.

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

Then expand...

shrink!

Expansion!

Slow, but steady.

…

The other side.

Irelia stood there with scarlet eyes. Her eyes became more beautiful, but her pupils were out of focus, like a doll. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and her silence was heartbreaking.

It's like I've lost my soul.

Unprecedented despair is tormenting Irelia's soul.

Is that the abyss? The abyss of despair? Irelia could see that some kind of power seemed to be activated inside her body. Her body was beginning to be filled with powerful magic power, and her hair had even spread to her heels.

If it were before, she might have been excited by this abundant magic power, but now, Irelia just felt ridiculous.

She did not rush to Ron and hug her lover like Cecilia did.

No.

She just stood there quietly, and she even felt that she was not worthy of staying by Ron's side like Cecilia.

She worked hard to learn hymns, hoping that she could also possess special powers, stand by her lover's side and become his helper.

She succeeded and she learned five psalms.

She had previously sought guidance from the Grand Saint Christian. According to the Grand Saint, her attainments in hymns were already the best in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and neither the Grand Saint nor the Vice Pope could match her.

That’s right, the Great Saint only mastered three kinds of hymns, but Vice-Pope Apu seemed to have mastered two. This was a genius that was rare in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn for a hundred years or even a thousand years.

She used to be a little proud of these achievements, but when she was in mortal danger, she was shocked to find that the hymns she had mastered were completely useless.

What could she do when faced with an enemy far stronger than herself? Even with all five types of chants, she was still no match for him.

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

She couldn't push Ron away like Seraphina did and take the impact for him.

She did not have the powerful destructive power like Cecilia to break through the defense left by the murderer, tear off one of the murderer's arms, and cut off the murderer's two legs.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She couldn't even help Ron in many cases like Charlene and Lydia could.

She was the girl who stayed with Ron from the beginning, but in the end, Irelia painfully discovered that she was the most useless one.

The amber eyes disappeared.

The eerie scarlet color will always remain in Irelia's eyes.

After a long time, she looked up at the sky, what a fate.

Her eyes fell on Ron again, and a slight smile appeared on her pretty face.

Wait, Ron.

I will seek out a powerful force, I will kill Anthony Andre, I will destroy that damned fate… Then, I will go to accompany you, wait for me.

She took a step forward and walked towards the ruins 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 wanted was another, more powerful force that could protect those who were important to her, directly destroy the enemy, and directly crush fate.

In the ruined library, everything has collapsed.

Only the wall and the button on it still exist.

Irelia's bloodline awakened, and she began to possess powerful magic.

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

Irelia raised her arm and pressed the button without hesitation.

"dusk……"

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

At this moment, fate is messed up!

…

Virgil was the only one left in the empty field.

He stood there blankly, looking like a fool.

Good brother, dead.

Archbishop Gerald, dead.

Father Abraham, dead.

Seraphina, dead.

Lydia, Charlene, motionless.

Cecilia, unconscious.

Irelia, left! A gust of wind blew, and Virgil's body trembled. He felt a chill that he didn't know how to describe.

Is it sadness? Is it pain? It seems to be neither. It is... torment.

He looked around with difficulty, but he could see nothing except motionless bodies.

He staggered to Archbishop Gerald's side, then to Ron's side. Looking at the pale face held in Cecilia's arms, Virgil grinned.

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

This was the first sentence my good brother said to me. Was it the first sentence? I can’t remember clearly.

But, all in all, Virgil deeply appreciated this sentence.

"So, you're kidding me now, bro?"

Virgil muttered to himself, but soon, his face fell, the corners of his eyes began to become sore, and drops of tears slid down his dirty face, leaving traces on his face, turning it into a big clown face.

He was like a little child, sobbing, with funny bubbles coming out of his nostrils.

If his good brother could open his eyes and see him like this, he would definitely use this to threaten him, right? He would probably say: "Virgil, you don't want others to know that you are still running a runny nose, right?"

He will.

Chapter 5 is here. Today's update is done. I wish everyone a happy New Year again! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)