Although the prisoners in the Eastwood Lunatic Prison can hold on for a while longer, the power they can use is limited. The monsters from the Dead Sea have not yet crossed Eastwood's defense line and come to the human gathering area. It is only because this prison has made too many preparations for the arrival of this day and has sufficient foundation to withstand it.
Seeing the prisoners being reduced one by one due to their own or others' reasons, Ben was also very confused. After all, these S+ talent holders were the most important resources in the war. Otherwise, they should have died tens of thousands of times for the crimes they committed, instead of being locked up in prison to work. But at the current death rate, it would be very difficult to continue to hold on.
He looked at the tragic situation in front of him and sighed imperceptibly: "If there is another S+ level person with a light-oriented talent..."
"boom!!!"
Before the man finished speaking, a huge roar came from the front line of the battlefield. Ban narrowed his eyes and looked up to see a tentacle monster that was more than ten stories high from the ground. A huge hole was directly broken in the middle by an extremely pure light force.
The next second, the tentacles of another monster next to it were tied together with ropes, and then thrown out with great force, directly bringing down the rows of monsters behind it that were not that big.
The blonde girl raised her head. She could feel an equally pure force of light, echoing her from the very front line of the battlefield.
Amidst the bloody wreckage, the figure of the brown-haired young man, previously obscured by fallen limbs, finally appeared in front of everyone.
"Mor, long time no see."
He nodded to the girl holding a sword not far away, with a slight smile on his face, but no smile in his eyes.
Moer glanced at him, seemed to understand something, and did not say another word, but continued to face his enemies.
Instead, the people with good eyesight at the back started cheering after seeing him.
"It's the Freimen leader!"
"It's Mr. Xia Zuo Freeman!! We are saved!!"
"May God bless Ms. More and Mr. Freeman..."
The brown-haired young man looked at those people from afar across the battlefield, and quickly retracted his gaze, as if he had focused all his attention on the current battle.
Apart from him, no one else would know what he and a black-haired, blue-eyed boy had given up in order to save these people.
But since he has made his choice, he will not regret it.
Xia Zuo and Mo'er's talents naturally have a certain suppressive effect on these monsters from all over the world. Therefore, in order to maximize efficiency, Xia Zuo took the initiative to go to the front-line battle zone under the charge of Eastwood Lunatic Prison.
"Hi, 2511!" Bai Loli greeted him: "You are not dead yet, this is really rare!"
As she spoke, she did a backflip swiftly to avoid the tentacles that suddenly attacked her, and complained as she pulled out the gun that Vila Junca had carelessly inserted into her chest. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the air around her.
The penetrating wound on her chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The monsters that smelled the blood of the top talent holders became like sharks smelling blood. They all became manic, and the monsters that were originally focusing on other people also shifted their targets.
Yalong easily jumped over from the other side, patted Bai Loli on the shoulder, and smiled very excitedly: "Well done."
Bai Loli: "...Ah. Stay away from me, it's disgusting——"
She said maliciously: "These little darlings are different from the ones you killed before. Be careful not to be the first one to die among us~"
Bai Loli, who seemed a little weak in prison before, will be extremely useful in this battlefield like a humanoid bug once the prison is no longer suppressing her talents.
Xia Zuo crushed the heart of a monster and made this judgment in his heart.
...But this won't work. After Ursula came back from the Dead Sea, she told him one day that there weren't many monsters in the Dead Sea that were stronger than her, but there were countless monsters that ordinary talent holders couldn't handle. Even if it was a round-the-clock battle, humans couldn't handle it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards the second line of defense. Mol was between the first and second lines of defense, ready to provide support and rescue at any time.
When Xia Zuo caught sight of her, she was flapping her wings and calmly snatching a human wounded from the New Federation from a huge mouth. She then used her extreme aerial speed to send the wounded back to the base for rescue.
But such a rescue operation of "snatching food from the tiger's mouth" is undoubtedly many times more difficult than killing a Dead Sea monster in its ordinary state.
Mol continued to flap his wings, moving towards the prey surrounded by layers of tentacles without any pause, without any fear or hesitation on his face.
Xia Zuo's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling arose in his mind.
He knew Mol's speed, explosive power, damage, etc. He also knew the level of the Dead Sea monsters and how powerful they were. Before his brain analyzed it, everything he saw and felt, the experience, clues, and conditions he knew, together formed a sudden intuition -
More will die at the hands of this monster.
Her wings would be torn off, and the sweetness of her blood would allow other gift holders who were captured as food to replenish their strength to escape.
Xia Zuo suddenly exerted force on his feet and rushed towards his blond friend in the air, but his way was blocked by layers of monsters. He could only waste time to break through the path and watched the platinum in his memory being submerged.
“…”
He stared at the scene in a daze, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Mol was also so fearless on the battlefield, because she knew that the gods were behind her, supporting her heels so that she would not fall or get hurt.
But now, the divine grace that belonged to More is no longer there.
No god will protect her anymore.
Does Mol know this?
Xia Zuo thought that since she saw him appear alone with that expression on her face, she probably knew that her spirit would never come back.
Therefore, her current behavior is not the fearlessness due to being favored, but the indifference in despair.
He couldn't save Caesar, nor could he save Mol.
The brown-haired boy tore out an entire tentacle of the monster with his backhand, lowered his head, and prepared to turn around and no longer look at the scene that might hurt him.
——However, a rapidly approaching golden light made his movement pause.
Golden light - like the golden light of lightning, it only lasts for a moment. When the human brain realizes its existence, it has already rushed in front of you, and with a deafening sound, it has set off layers of huge waves in the sea.
The golden light was like a meteor across the sky, and the next moment, the monsters surrounding the top-level light-talented girl exploded like fireworks. The flesh and blood were blown into powder, and were blown up by the wind along with the golden power. If you ignore the strong smell of blood and the corpses everywhere, this scene can even be called magnificent.
At the center of the explosion, the black-haired god slowly walked out, holding a believer with blood-stained wings.
He was clearly holding a beautiful girl, but there was no sense of charm. He held her like a parent holding a baby, with only a hint of kindness and compassion, and looked at her like the Creator looking at his own child.
Xia Zuo's golden pupils began to tremble slightly. He even froze in place and couldn't move: "Xize..."
He even had a sudden inspiration and was able to vaguely recall everything that had just happened in his mind.
When she was on the verge of death, the blonde girl prayed for His Majesty's salvation as usual.
She prayed devoutly without any hope, without any distractions or fear of death. She might just want to see His Majesty again, or she might not have thought of anything at all.
Then a miracle happened.
The gods came in response to her call.
…
You are willing to answer her call...but what about mine?
Just as the almost inaudible voice of "Xize" was uttered, Xia Zuo sensed that the black-haired god "looked" over here.
The god did not turn his head, but that kind of gaze was absolutely substantial and could penetrate the soul. As long as someone was being watched and the god had no intention of concealing it, there would be no way that no one would fail to notice that they were being "watched" by some kind of existence.
But Xia Zuo was concerned about something else.
He stubbornly thought that the black-haired god still responded to the word "Xize". Regardless of whether it was because the person who said this word was a high priest who held an important position, since he responded, did it mean that his friend might also come back?
Before he could think further, the snow-white temple descended again, and this time it was even more magnificent than what Xia Zuo had seen before. If it had not blocked the sunlight, it would have been enough to block out the sun. As long as the sunlight penetrated it and shone on the monsters, they would immediately dissolve as if they had encountered their natural enemies, turning into pitch-black liquid and sinking deep into the sea.
The part of the dark power in the abyss is being sealed back into the sea, and the light is being returned to the humans on land.
Xia Zuo knew that the black-haired god was completing his second job - to suppress the Dead Sea monster and protect his people.
The other party's most urgent task should be to save this world that was about to fall apart. First, he connected the past, present and future, and stood outside of time and space to deal with the problem of the origin of the world. That's why he came to this battlefield in this time a little late to respond to the call of one of the most devout believers.
The shrine descends, the gods appear in the world, the sun hangs high in the sky for ten days, and there will be no more disability, old age, illness or death during these ten days.
When such a thought appeared in everyone's mind, they were first stunned in disbelief, and then they knelt down and cheered in reverence and enthusiasm.
The sun was high in the sky for ten whole days, and there was no disease or disaster for ten days. This was not only a gift from God, but more importantly, it was a signal of God's goodwill to his people.
They are loved and protected by God.
No matter where in this world, as long as one is alive, he or she can see this scene and hear this voice.
Even though they could not see the true face of the god and could only see a soft light, they were unable to suppress the uncontrollable submission that instinctively arose in their hearts.
Thousands of people worshipped him, but the black-haired god remained calm. After healing all of Mol's injuries, he let her fall into a deep sleep and prepared to leave.
Xia Zuo instinctively took a step forward: "West——"
The dark-haired god turned his head.
Xia Zuo was not good at making excuses, and blurted out with a tingling scalp: "I, I am your priest, and I am also injured, Your Majesty."
The god looked at him coldly: "You shall not tempt God."
The brown-haired boy's face turned pale.
The god then said, "I gave my priest the power to heal, and I also gave him the blessing of the gods. High priest, have you forgotten?"
Xia Zuo suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He stared at the black-haired god in a daze, unable to react for a moment, and even suspected that he was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he feel that there was a hint of smile hidden in the god's usually cold and calm voice?
Moreover, the power of healing and the blessing of God... is it "healing" and "divine blessing"? Is this... what the current Caesar gave to himself?
Xia Zuo's brain was in complete chaos.
He saw the golden vertical pupils on the black-haired god's earrings blinking at him smartly. He seemed to be in a good mood and seemed to be somewhat disgusted with his stupidity.
Since Ursula acted like this...
Even though he thought he had given up hope, at this moment, Xia Zuo still felt his heart beating uncontrollably.
He saw the black-haired god stretch out his hand and gave a very faint smile:
"High Priest, come to me."
--come to me.
So, just like Ursula walked towards him and came to his side, Xia Zuo took another step towards him.
He felt that his own strength was being stimulated and in harmony with the divine power dissipating in the air. All of this proved that this top-level light-oriented talent was once given to him by someone.
After Xia Zuo took the first step, he fell into a mysterious state - he knew that he was walking towards the black-haired god, but what he saw and sensed was another scene.
He "saw" himself standing in front of the door where Ursula was originally imprisoned, and in front of him was "himself" who wanted to violently destroy the door.
He realized belatedly that he was now observing everything again from Caesar's perspective.
...Is this what Caesar wants him to see?
God is by his side, so nothing will go wrong.
As the heavy door was slowly opened, the dense tentacles that tried to squeeze out appeared in the field of vision, causing Xia Zuo, who was already a veteran of many battles, to feel a chill on his back.
Because at that time, I couldn't see them at all, but Caesar, who was behind me and whom I had to protect, watched all of this silently without showing any fear or discomfort.
Xia Zuo suddenly understood why Ursula opened her heart to César so easily. If it were him, he would not be able to hold on.
But he remembered that Caesar seemed to have told him that when the monster's breath was not high and the door made of Siyoheim ore blocked him, he could not see the tentacles because his sanity was too high... But why was Caesar's sanity so low at that time? The sanity of ordinary people should not be enough for him to see it, right? Moreover, Caesar has always been rational and smart...
[Sanity and sanity are not the same concept]
Such intrusive thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.
He suddenly saw another picture. It was a black-haired boy he had never seen before. There was no emotion in his misty blue eyes. He was like a god who had not yet been infused with mercy and compassion. He was extremely rational, calm, and aloof, even scary.
[This kind of "absolute rationality" is not a kind of "rationality" in itself. At this time, his sanity value should have reached a very dangerous value. ]
"……Who are you?"
Xia Zuo asked.
[I am just one of your colleagues, Mr. High Priest. Believe me, I have also devoted myself to this world.]
This intrusive thought only appeared for a moment, and was even difficult to capture, but Xia Zuo still understood what he meant.
"You wouldn't come and tell me this for no reason."
Xia Zuo felt his voice tremble a little, and his golden eyes lit up again because of the appearance of hope.
Before he could ask the next question, he found himself in a tall tower.
—A tall tower in a temple.
He was also very familiar with this tower because it was where Christine stayed most often.
He realized that he was standing in front of the window and looking out, which was Christine's most common action.
He suddenly became a little curious - what were Christine and even Cesar thinking? If he put himself in their shoes, could he understand a little?
Xia Zuo heard someone's voice coming. In the bloody setting sun, the figure of his former self jumped into the room and stood in front of him. For the first time, he saw that his former gaze was so sad and hurtful.
He heard himself asking helplessly, "But what role do you play in this? I don't know, Christine. ... Don't lie to me."
After these words fell, just as he remembered, he, the person who was now observing the world from the main perspective, asked back almost coldly: "Are you begging me?"
The brown-haired boy smiled sadly and said, "Yes...I beg you."
A suffocating silence suddenly spread.
Xia Zuo felt as if he was drowning.
It took him two seconds to realize that this was the feeling that "Christine" gave him, not the feeling his own emotions gave him.
But even Xia Zuo himself felt that he couldn't breathe.
My former best friend... is now using this expression to "pray" to me.
The black-haired boy stared at the top of his friend's head. He was deeply hurt by these words, but he couldn't say anything more to interrupt or refute. He felt that this was the fate he deserved.
He opened his lips and could only utter "I'm sorry", and then under the gaze of those golden eyes, he said the name "Eswit".
Seeing those eyes light up, Xia Zuo felt a sense of relief and joy, but it lasted only for a brief moment. The next second, it was overwhelming, as if his heart was being torn apart by the heaviness of falling into the abyss.
Mentioning this place means that the brown-haired boy will definitely go here in the future, and the harm he will suffer will continue.
However...the moment he chose to die in place of Xia Zuo, he should have known that there was no room for redemption.
In Xia Zuo's perception, the familiar emotions that the black-haired prophet had felt because of their time together seemed to have evaporated into thin air in just a few seconds.
The black-haired prophet smiled, and an idea flashed through his mind.
"God will not be soft-hearted."
——At this time, he already regarded himself as a god.
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