The comic will was silent for a moment, then murmured, "I always thought... facing the false world, you would regard yourself as a god."

The black-haired boy even blinked in surprise when he heard this: "Why do you think so?"

He said calmly, "My every move from beginning to end was with a clear purpose. I wanted to live. But God doesn't "want to live."

What kind of existence is God?

No emotions, no desires, no worries.

Running on the established track, day after day, year after year.

Otherwise, the world will be in chaos.

He never wanted to be a god.

Comic Will: "......?"

So where does your divinity come from?

But its intuition didn't let it ask.

Not just in the comic book world - it thought. Even in reality, when he himself might not even be aware of it, he would naturally reveal his divinity that looked down upon all living things.

So Dr. John, the person who is closest to him and who has spent the longest time with him in a sense, can only be considered a doctor, not an elder.

This feeling of being out of tune with the world is the reason why the comics can lock onto him at a glance from the vast crowd.

"Didn't you attend the previous comic convention?" The Comic Will thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps all this is just because of your illness. This is not something you can choose. When you recover, you will certainly be able to integrate into your own group - the book says that humans are social creatures, and you have been living alone for too many years."

Xizel smiled and didn't respond.

He did not go forward to disturb the old man, but just stood there calmly, watching for a while, until the early morning sun became particularly dazzling and fell into the misty blue. He then lowered his eyes, turned around and left the park.

Stay alive.

No reason, just an obsession.

“… Let’s go back.”

The black-haired boy said in a low voice.

…

…

Xia Zuo explained to Mo Er for the third time: "I really didn't, it's not me, I don't know!"

The blonde girl assumed a fighting stance, slowly spreading her wings and holding the hilt of the sword in her left hand.

Xia Zuo: “…”

So why did his followers suddenly go berserk when Christine disappeared?!

The point is that he really doesn't know where Christine is! !

Mol narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "You'd better think about it carefully."

Mol: "Others still don't know that His Majesty is missing."

Mol: "They will only be more... difficult to fool than me."

Xia Zuo: "...What you mean is not harder to fool, but crazier, right?!"

However, when he thought about the conversation between him and Christine that day, he felt a little guilty.

...Could it really be because of me that Christine left without saying goodbye?

No, although there is a lot of mystery surrounding Christine, he is not that kind of person...

But who can control his followers? !

Suddenly, Xia Zuo had an idea and tried to divert the hatred: "Why don't you think about the picket tower? It's possible that they took Christine away! Their goal was to control the church!"

Mol frowned: "Your Majesty will not..."

But when she thought of her beloved Majesty, who often suffered undeserved malice because of his believers, she suddenly became uncertain.

The blonde girl's anger level gradually increased.

This time it's really climbing.

When facing Xia Zuo, she didn't really want to kill him. She was still willing to trust the character of the brown-haired boy. But the patrol tower...

God knows how Your Majesty will be treated if he falls into their hands!

"Pick-tower."

Sinister words that were totally inconsistent with the image of a messenger of God were squeezed out from between her teeth.

...Xia Zuo silently took a step back.

However, looking at the back of the blond messenger who left without hesitation, he frowned for a moment and began to worry about Christine, who usually had no idea what she was thinking.

The other party won’t... really get into any trouble, right?

Mol's ability is indeed extraordinary. He has been following him for the past two days and has learned the exact purpose of the Patrol Tower coming here, which is to try his best to find out the structure and members of the church and try to incite rebellion. While being able to gain new power, his ambition is to target Christine.

For some reason Xia Zuo wanted to sigh.

The Crest family, César, did something wrong.

He pulled out the pendant with the crystal of talent from his collar.

...He didn't know if there would be even the slightest trace of César left in here, but the funny thing was that after Ursula left, there was nothing around him that could prove the existence of his best friend.

He carries this crystal of talent, and this is the only crystal of talent he has.

"Xia Zuo."

A voice came directly from my mind, sounding somewhat helpless: "Moer went to the nearest branch of the Patrol Tower alone. There is a gifted person who can completely restrain her ability."

Xia Zuo was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw the black-haired prophet standing there in a white and gold priestly robe, with the morning sun on his body, as if a little mist had covered his body after a long journey.

At that moment, he seemed to be penetrated by the sunlight and disappeared into the air.

Xia Zuo clenched his fist.

On weekdays, he actually didn't really want to see Christine.

Just like this time, this scene reminded him of the time when César disappeared with a smile.

Xia Zuo did not evade the question anymore, but said directly: "You look a lot like Xizel. I won't admit my mistake again, but you... look a lot like him."

The black-haired prophet didn't seem to react.

Xia Zuo turned his head away: "I can catch up with her, don't worry."

"Hold on."

The brown-haired boy did not respond to this sentence, but his muscles, which had been gathering strength, relaxed obediently.

He heard the sound of flapping wings and turned his head, his pupils shrinking slightly.

——The black-haired prophet, who originally looked like a god descended from the earth, now had three pairs of pure white wings on his back.

Three pairs of white wings slowly spread out, not only did they not look complicated or bloated, but they had an almost sacred magnificence.

If you force yourself to associate it with something, you will probably instantly think of the murals in the church.

"It's a machine," Christine explained, "otherwise, it would be very inconvenient to walk."

Xia Zuo was stunned: "Oh, oh."

Xia Zuo (still in a trance): "Moer will be so excited that he will die...I definitely will."

Christine: “…It’s not that serious.”

In a place where Xia Zuo couldn't hear, the comic will sighed with great regret: "Why does it have to conform to the character setting? Why - there are so many cool means of transportation to choose from! But the budget of cosplayers will probably explode again."

Cesar: “…”

If he had not found the right materials, he would have even wanted to make a hanging halo of the Virgin Mary.

César skillfully blocked out the voice of the comic's will in his mind and began to load the script.

At the same time, the six wings, which were not particularly fast but were extremely suitable for his personality, fully extended and lifted him into the air.

The believers near the church stared at the scene in a daze, then folded their hands, quietly and devoutly placed them in front of their chests, gazing at the six-winged figure in the sky with passionate and loyal eyes.

"My great Father, Holy God—"

"Glory bows down to you!"

"The Emperor bows to you!"

Invisible golden threads of faith gathered on the black-haired prophet in the air, bringing about subtle and unknown changes.

As for what Christine felt intuitively, it was that the energy became more abundant than ever before.

——After all, the number of believers now is no longer comparable to before.

He did not delay any longer, estimating Mol's speed and ability, and slightly raised the six wings behind him. He took off with the wind and rushed to the nearest branch of the patrol tower with the rushing Xia Zuo.

The tower is not large, but it is hundreds of kilometers away from the church. Ordinary people would not be able to move freely between the church and the branch tower of the picket tower.

But both Mol and Christine have the ability to fly.

And after growing up, Xia Zuo's running speed at full speed can be even faster.

Now, ordinary people with speed abilities can no longer gain any advantage from him.

Just before reaching the destination——

"Fleeman."

An ethereal sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul appeared in Xia Zuo's brain.

He also strangely understood what the other party meant in an instant.

——Just like any other time, his fighting instinct and intuition quickly locked onto the most threatening talent holder among them, and he rushed over with all his strength and without distraction.

peaceful.

This was Xia Zuo's only feeling - even though he was fighting with his life at stake.

On the other side, Mol had just had his left wing pierced by a spear.

At the moment when she was falling uncontrollably from a very high altitude, she was not afraid at all and even managed to smile.

When the blonde messenger of God smiled as she was dying, her enemies felt a moment of horror.

Unknown to him, the blonde had met her eternal god when she was on the verge of death.

This was happiness for her, not fear.

Will the gods appear this time?

Yes.

——The next moment.

She fell into a cold yet exceptionally soft embrace.

The flying white feathers blocked her vision. She could only sense the familiar and friendly breath, the vague black hair, and the platinum-colored ceremonial dress.

The blonde girl's eyes suddenly lit up, as bright as a bonfire on a winter night.

The six-winged god gently received his believer and then raised his head. Although his eyes were covered, one could still feel his gaze that could not be ignored.

“I hear your voices.”

The man who had pierced More's left wing with a spear was also pierced by his own weapon.

"He has committed many crimes, but he has no intention of repenting. The only way is to...kill him to stop his crimes."

There was a black-haired prophet with psychic talents who spoke in a calm voice, even when he was talking to the enemy camp that killed "Cesare Crest". He remained like this, as if he had no feelings about it and was just doing his job, like a judge who was always fair and impartial.

When Xia Zuo turned around and saw this scene, huge doubts surged in his mind again. He could not ignore the sense of disharmony that was coming over him.

Christine is tolerant and loving towards believers.

But his people, perhaps even the only ones left to him, died at the hands of outsiders. Is this really the only reaction he has?

It's not that he doesn't have emotions, but...

It doesn't make sense.