Chapter 55
To deal with this evil man with psychic talents, Xizel was not prepared to drag out the battle.
His goal is to kill with one strike.
The black-haired boy, his eyes covered by a silk cloth with golden embroidery, calmly dodged the stone that suddenly fell from his head by turning sideways as if he could see.
——After all, there are too many uncertainties around him now.
If this place wasn't quite some distance away from the Dead Sea of Della, he really doubted whether the comic world would suddenly arrange a typhoon to take him away.
Fortunately, natural disasters are rare in the comic book world.
And if it was just to kill him, there was no need to sacrifice the lives of so many other people.
César stayed calmly in the shadows.
At the end of the row of dilapidated houses, a slightly drunk man slowly walked over.
Forty meters.
Thirty meters.
...twenty meters.
In an instant, sharp spikes rose from the ground, forming an airtight cage that pinned the man to the ground. Just as he was about to reflexively use his ability to lock onto those around him and attack them indiscriminately, a tiny spike, without warning and with incredible calmness, pierced his forehead.
Then, the spike slid slightly in one direction steadily and lightly, without even the slightest tremor.
It is hard to imagine how calm its operator could be when doing this.
The man's expression froze instantly.
It literally froze, stagnating right there. At the same time, there was no more light in his eyes.
He was dragged into darkness.
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A day later, the black-haired boy holding a map calmly set out on the road to find the protagonist of the comic.
——After all, no one wants to be on guard against any accidents happening around them all the time.
If he doesn't appear in the same frame with Xia Zuo and obtains the new identity of "Christine" in the comics, as a special person chosen by the will of the comics, it will be difficult for him to get new shots - what shots can a dead person get?
At most, it exists as a memory killer, adding a strong stroke of color to the army of sword protagonists.
Therefore, in addition to trying to make yourself worthy of appearing on screen, appearing in the same frame with the protagonist is undoubtedly the safest option.
Xia Zuo is currently near the Federal Center. If he wants to come to the Eastwood Mental Prison, he must go northwest and pay attention to rapidly improving his strength within a year.
So Césaire chose to move southeast.
But he can't be too fast. He needs his appearance to be reasonable.
What is a rollover? It doesn't exist.
So, Xizel stopped in the southeast of the wasteland.
——If the map is not marked incorrectly, there should be an abandoned church here.
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Lisa wanted to die for the umpteenth time.
She was born in the Wasteland and was a native of it, as was her mother. Other regions—even if they were one of the fifteen marginal regions—would all look at it with disgust upon hearing the name of the Wasteland.
Perhaps in their eyes, the wasteland can be equated with "Eastwood Prison for the Insane".
Therefore, Lisa, who is just an ordinary person, can't leave this place at all.
Who would be willing to accept someone from a gathering place for lunatics and criminals?
But Lisa's mother had been bedridden for a long time due to illness... She couldn't afford to hire a doctor at all. She had no talent and no money, and even her beautiful face was scratched by her mother's crying hands many years ago.
Here, beauty without the strength to protect it is a sin in itself.
She returned to her temporary shelter, the dilapidated church, in a daze.
It was said that many people had died here due to madness, in strange and bizarre ways. Even the lowest class of people would not go near this place unless they were desperate.
But Lisa was at her wit's end. She had already sold all her belongings. She just wanted to save her only family—even if it cost her everything.
The young girl collapsed against the wall, exhausted. She didn't even have the strength to go to her mother.
——This used to be a church.
Do gods really exist?
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If someone could come and help her, even if it was just to show her a way to survive, even if it was the devil...
Just before her eyes were about to close, she saw a figure.
The figure was wearing a clean platinum ceremonial robe, with long hair loose. In his left hand was a handful of golden oracle flowers, and in his right hand was a newly broken laurel branch. He came barefoot, spotless, and looked out of place in this shabby and decayed place.
His face cannot be seen clearly, one can only sense that his eyes are covered with a veil, as if he cannot bear to see the suffering in the world, and he is extremely gentle.
Lisa couldn't help but feel dazed.
"You are..."
Miraculously, Lisa felt her tense spirit being smoothed out, and an unprecedented sense of peace spread throughout her entire brain. She felt a drowsy sense of attachment and security.
He didn't speak, but Lisa suddenly felt that He was "looking" at her, his eyes were calm and compassionate, cold and gentle.
He took out the golden oracle flower he was holding and placed it in her hand, just like patiently coaxing a child who was not happy.
For some reason, Lisa suddenly felt like crying.
——Did you hear my call?
——Are you here for me?
In the last moment of her consciousness, she saw a scene that she might never forget for the rest of her life.
——A figure in a platinum vestment stood in the center of the hall. He just stood there quietly. The church, which was originally dilapidated and disgusting, was like a dead tree coming back to life. At an absolutely astonishing speed, it was completely changed and reshaped from bottom to top.
Perhaps... this dilapidated church can no longer be called a church.
This is clearly... a temple.
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Lisa slept very soundly this time.
She woke up from her dream to the sound of clear birdsong, and sat up slowly, feeling dazed - birds in the wilderness were extremely rare.
I must be hallucinating, right?
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What is this place?!
Lisa opened her eyes wide in disbelief, all the muscles in her body tensed up in an instant, and looked around.
- Bright stained glass windows, warm light spreading on the ground, neat walls made of clean stones, spotless ground, and round pillars supporting the entire building.
Suddenly, memories came back.
The figure in the platinum ceremonial gown appeared in her mind uncontrollably.
Lisa turned her head sharply and looked towards the place where she had just rested.
——In the sight, a handful of holy and clean golden oracle flowers was lying there quietly.
Lisa was stunned for a moment. She could feel her heart beating faster and her brain congested with blood. She had never experienced anything like this before, so she instinctively walked along the path paved with flowers and green leaves.
The weather in the deserted area is always bad, but today there is sunshine.
——It was as if the sun rose specially for that person.
The moment Lisa cautiously pushed the door open, she was stunned.
Outside the stained glass door, the black-haired god had lowered his hood, revealing long black hair as smooth as silk, and long earrings with golden eye-like sun patterns under his ears.
He stood barefoot between heaven and earth, with his arms raised to let the beautiful and well-behaved birds land on them. Even without saying a word, one could see his gentleness.
Lisa took an involuntary step back.
She suddenly felt a little ashamed.
She didn't want to pollute the eyes of the pure and innocent god with such a face and dress.
However, as if he had discovered something long ago, the black-haired god turned his head slightly. At the same time, the birds flapped their wings gently and flew back to the treetops, quietly and with a strange beauty.
She saw him walking towards her step by step, and finally stopped at a distance that made her feel the most secure. Although he didn't speak, Lisa seemed to hear him whispering:
"Go back and see your mother."
As if she had thought of something, the girl's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she began to run back desperately, until she opened a door and saw her mother, who was supposed to be bedridden, trimming the oracle flowers that were almost everywhere outside the temple.
She suddenly remembered that when she was very young, she was kicked out of the house. Her extremely optimistic mother smiled and said a few words to her when she saw this golden flower.
——If one day you are in trouble and someone hands you a bunch of oracle flowers, then you should not worry about anything anymore.
——Because, God is by your side.
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Xizel doesn't have any healing talent.
The first time he saw the old woman, he knew that this person was blessed with the talent of a spiritual talent holder. She was given the suggestion that she would die quickly. As her spirit became increasingly weak, her body was also gradually collapsing.
Fortunately, he happened to get a level above this, so it didn't take much time to remove the opponent's talent effect.
In the wilderness, if she encountered something like this, there was a 99% chance that she was just unlucky.
After all, the talented people here are so unscrupulous.
The Federation and the Patrol Tower did not want to put in the effort to manage it. As an extremely special place, Eastwood Prison for the Insane was even less likely to break its own rules, thus creating a situation like hell on earth.
——However, the more chaotic the place is, the easier it will be to gather enough faith, right?
He didn't believe that the Crest family sent agents to spread the faith just to make people remember the god who had disappeared for nearly a thousand years.
For example, now, he had just obtained a high-level spiritual talent not long ago. Logically, the rejection reaction should be very serious, but today he felt that his symptoms had been much lighter.
So, can he draw a conclusion?
——As an agent, God's messenger on earth, and the embodiment of God's will, this belief is also valid for him.
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