In fact, Xia Zuo always felt that Christine was a little too rational.

Or to be more precise, it is emotional indifference.

His mood swings always seemed to remain within an extremely small range, always very faint and superficial, making people even doubt whether he had any emotions at all, and whether what he usually expressed was all a disguise.

If his love, which is divided into countless pieces, seems a little insignificant when facing believers, then when his relatives are killed and he sees his enemies, is he also so indifferent?

Xia Zuo suddenly felt that Christine was like a real "God".

Rather than the "good person" who had compassion for all living beings as he had thought before.

However, the current situation was not the time for him to think so much. After accidentally lifting a piece of floor, Xia Zuo discovered that under this picket tower, there were also some weak juvenile deep-sea monsters imprisoned.

At the same time, the sound of wings flapping came from behind him, and Christine also came here.

The black-haired prophet seemed to see the scene ahead through the silk cloth. Xia Zuo didn't know what he was thinking. He could only hear Christine slowly say:

"These are pure monsters, without any humanity. The Patrol Tower must be trying to imitate the Federation to do some experiment, but it hasn't started yet."

"——Mor."

Christine said calmly to Mol who was injured earlier:

"Kill them."

The blond messenger did not question at all, and even ignored his bleeding wings. He immediately drew out his sword again and swung it down without hesitation.

Xia Zuo, who was standing above the basement, was silent for a moment, and said somewhat dryly:

"...You don't have to ask her to do it. I know the harm these things do to humans, and I won't be soft-hearted."

Obviously, he was unharmed and his fighting power was higher than Mol's. No matter how you looked at it, he was the best candidate to be cleaned up. But the black-haired prophet still chose Mol instead of him.

The black-haired prophet did not feel any discomfort or anger because of his words. He just explained gently: "I know, but your friends are always connected to them. Killing them may be a harm to you, Freeman."

Mol also completed her task quickly. Facing the powerful talent holder hidden here, she was completely restrained, but it was more than enough to deal with several imprisoned deep-sea monsters.

"Your Majesty." The wounds on her body could not suppress her excitement and anger at all. Mol immediately saluted Christine. Her voice was calm, but the words she said made Xia Zuo's pupils shrink suddenly: "I ask you... to bless the people."

She raised her head and stared up at the black-haired prophet who said nothing: "After thousands of years, the Federation and the Picket Tower have long forgotten their original intentions. They are oppressing your people - this is hell."

The black-haired prophet seemed to sigh slightly: "This will cause war, Mor."

Moer's eyes sparkled: "No, that won't happen, Your Majesty. We have no enemies."

"All things will be subservient to your glory."

"You are the father of all living things."

…

…

Xia Zuo suffered from insomnia for the first time.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could recall Mol's fanatical expression and the words that almost made him uneasy.

If it was about overthrowing the Federation or the picket tower, he agreed. The only two things to consider were whether the fighting power was sufficient and the thoughts and lives of ordinary people.

But More's wording made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He wanted to tell the other party that what Christine said before was not wrong. He was a priest, an agent. He was not a god. Sooner or later, the gods would wake up. You were actually harming him by saying this.

But he couldn't help but feel horrified -

What is Christine's own attitude?

Xia Zuo still thinks that Christian is not a bad person, but whether he is kind and whether he wants to become a god are two not contradictory things.

Sometimes, your attitude and impression of a person are built up bit by bit.

Xia Zuo's mentality towards Christine has now shifted greatly from the beginning. This shift has been subtle and even he himself doesn't know when it started.

The black-haired prophet is still the Son of God who has compassion for all living beings, but Xia Zuo's attitude towards him has changed.

He tossed and turned, and finally decided to talk to Christine in person.

Just like every time before, the black-haired prophet seemed to have anticipated his coming and waited in the courtyard early, quietly looking at the laurel tree that had grown extremely tall under the moonlight.

When Xia Zuo opened the door, he saw the black-haired prophet and couldn't help but pause.

In the darkness of the night, for a moment, he saw the other person as Cesar Cleist with long black hair.

"What exactly do you want to do, Christian Crest?" Xia Zuo said his full name as he approached him. "Did you come here on your own initiative, or was it because of your family's...instruction?"

"Also, you have been avoiding the topic of your relationship with Caesar and giving ambiguous answers—"

The brown-haired boy finally stood in front of him.

The dark-haired prophet said, "You are doubting."

Xia Zuo nodded: "Yes, I doubt it."

In the darkness, Christine seemed to smile softly, but it also seemed as if she didn't:

"Niseki is dead. What are you obsessed with?"

He said slowly and calmly, "You need to look forward, Xia Zuo. You are a priest, don't you want to do something for all living beings?"

——A familiar tone.

——A familiar name.

He had only seen this kind of speaking speed, pronunciation, and even the slightly rising tone at the end of the voice in one person.

Xia Zuo took a deep breath and felt like he was going crazy: "Aren't you sad? Learning the tone of your loved ones to... stimulate me...?"

But at this moment he also deeply realized the truth of what Christine had said before, "Cesare is the person closest to me."

If you are not overly familiar with each other, it is impossible to grasp the other person's accent and habits so clearly.

"Shazo Freeman."

The black-haired prophet's tone quickly returned to his normal state, as ethereal and gentle as an echo from the sky. Just hearing such a voice would make people feel as if their souls were cleansed.

This voice doesn't sound like Cesar at all.

"Of course I feel sorry for him," he said quietly.

"You will never understand or know how sad I am, Freeman."

“…”

Xia Zuo remained silent, not asking the "why" that had already rolled to his throat. He vaguely felt that the answer from the other party might not be what he wanted to hear.

Christine turned around and faced him: "Whether you leave or stay, I won't stop you."

"I'll stay. I'll stay here for the next seven months."

Xia Zuo raised his head.

"I don't know what your purpose is... but I believe in Caesar, and I also believe that the Federation and the Picket Tower should no longer exist in this world."

"Whether I stay or go, you won't stop me - but I will watch you."

The brown-haired boy looked at him steadily. "One day, I will figure all of this out, Christian."

Christine tilted her head slightly and smiled as if it was an illusion. There was not a trace of happiness in that smile. Xia Zuo didn't quite understand such a smile.

It was as if the black-haired prophet was watching the character on the stage whose fate had long been determined, watching him struggle under the arrangement of fate. The prophet laughed at such struggle, with a little helplessness, a little compassion, and a little desolate mockery.

Xia Zuo felt uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, the illusion only lasted for a moment. Christine quickly nodded and replied in a good-tempered manner:

"It is a wise decision to make. You will be the leader of mankind."

Xia Zuo didn't understand for a moment and was slightly stunned.

It was not until the black-haired prophet disappeared that he came to his senses, pursed his lips, and felt complicated.

——If they overthrew the Federation and the Picket Tower's control over most of the world for thousands of years and established a completely new system that allowed more ordinary people to live a good life, Shazo Freeman would indeed be respected as a human leader.

And Kristen?

He certainly wouldn't be a human leader.

How could God be called "human"?

…

Thirteen days later, the church completely unified the wasteland and turned this barren land into their core parish.

The reason why it progressed so quickly was simply because the gifted holders who resisted were already in the minority, and the vast majority of people had already believed in Christine almost devoutly, and even lined the streets to welcome the church's armed forces when they arrived.

"Mom, it's the church's cavalry! We have been accepted into the church! Can we see the god with six wings? Will we be able to live a good life in the future?"

Xia Zuo keenly heard such a sentence in the crowd.

His gaze shifted involuntarily and he saw a little girl with short fiery red hair looking at them excitedly. Her hands, which looked particularly thin due to lack of nutrition, were tightly grasping the hem of her mother's clothes. Her originally dead eyes were now filled with hope and expectation.

And the same is true of her mother.

"Yes, I will."

The woman and Xia Zuo's eyes met.

She subconsciously shrank a little at that moment, but she seemed to remember that the brown-haired boy who held an outstanding position in the Templar Knights was from the church, and she regained the courage to look him in the eye and smiled broadly.

"Thank you!" she said loudly, "I saw that it was you who killed those criminals. You are a hero!"

This time it was Xia Zuo's turn to avoid looking.

The brown-haired boy pursed his lips, his golden eyes were a little confused, but were quickly replaced by determination.

With Christine's almost viral belief, it was indeed easy to take over the wasteland, but what they would face next was a more organized and better-organized federation and picket tower, and it would be impossible to push forward so quickly.

Although he didn't want Christine to get what she wanted before he figured out everything, he couldn't bear to be cruel to these ordinary people.

Seven months. After seven months, his talent will be almost S-level, and he will follow the agreement with Ursula and come to the Eastwood Prison for the Insane.

Before that——

He will completely destroy the Federation.