Chapter 68
The Comic Will was silent for a moment, then murmured, "I always thought... facing this false world, you would become a god."
The black-haired boy even blinked in surprise when he heard this: "Why do you think so?"
He said calmly, "Every action I take has a clear purpose: I want to live. But God doesn't 'want to live.'"
What kind of existence is God?
No emotions, no desires, no worries.
It runs on the established track, day after day, year after year.
Otherwise, the world will be in chaos.
He never wanted to become a god.
Comic Will: "......?"
So where does your divinity come from?
But its intuition didn't let it ask.
It wasn't just in the comic book world—it thought. Even in reality, when he himself wasn't even aware of it, he would naturally reveal that divinity that looked down upon all living things.
So Dr. John, who is closest to him and 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 that comic convention earlier?" The Comic Will pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps all this is simply due to your illness. It's not something you can choose. Once you recover, you'll certainly be able to integrate into your own group. The books say humans are social creatures, and you've been living apart 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 had become particularly dazzling and fell into a misty blue. He lowered his eyes, turned around and left the park.
Survive.
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 took a fighting stance, slowly spreading her wings and gripping the hilt of her sword with 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 indifferently, "You'd better think about it carefully."
Mo Er: "Others still don't know that His Majesty is missing."
Moore: "They will only be harder to fool than me."
Xia Zuo: "...What you mean is not harder to fool, but crazier, right?!"
However, when he thought about his conversation with Christine that day, he felt a little guilty.
...Could it really be because of me that Christine left without saying goodbye?
No, although Christine is shrouded in mystery, 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!"
Mo Er 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 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 brown-haired boy's character. But the patrol tower...
God knows how His Majesty will be treated if he falls into their hands!
"Picket Tower."
Sinister words that were completely 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 golden-haired envoy who left without hesitation, he frowned for a moment and began to worry about Christine, who usually had no idea what she was thinking.
Will anything really happen to the other party?
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 gaining new power, his ambition is to target Christine.
Xia Zuo inexplicably 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: "Mo'er went to the nearest branch of the Patrol Tower alone. There is a gifted person there who can completely restrain her abilities."
Xia Zuo was stunned 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 he was covered in a little mist 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 Xizel disappeared with a smile.
Xia Zuo did not avoid 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, but his muscles, which had been accumulating 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 descending 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 feel complicated or bloated, but they had an almost sacred magnificence.
If you force yourself to associate it with something, you will probably immediately think of the murals in the church.
"It's a machine," Christine explained. "Otherwise, walking would be too inconvenient."
Xia Zuo was stunned: "Oh, oh."
Xia Zuo (still in a trance): "Mo'er will be so excited that she will die...I definitely will."
Christine: "...It's not that serious."
Out of Xia Zuo's ear, the comic's will sighed with deep regret, "Why does it have to fit the character's design? Why—there are so many cool transportation options! But the cosplayers' budgets are probably going to explode again."
Cesar: “…”
If he hadn't 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 character, fully extended and lifted him into the air.
The believers near the church stared at the scene in amazement, then folded their hands, quietly and reverently placed them on 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 Human Emperor bows to you!"
Invisible golden threads of faith converged on the black-haired prophet in the air, undergoing subtle and unnoticeable changes.
As for what Christine felt intuitively, it was only that her energy became more abundant than ever before.
——After all, the current base of believers is no longer comparable to before.
He did not delay any longer, estimating Mol's speed and ability. He raised the six wings behind him slightly, 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 even be better.
Now, ordinary speed users can no longer gain any advantage from him.
Just before arriving at the destination——
"Freiman."
An ethereal sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul appeared in Xia Zuo's mind.
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 forward 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 at the moment of death, her enemies felt a moment of horror.
He didn't know that the blonde girl had once encountered 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 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 flank with his spear was also pierced by his own weapon.
"He has committed countless crimes, yet he shows no remorse. The only way to stop his crimes is... to kill him."
There was a black-haired prophet with psychic talents who spoke calmly, even when 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 heart again. He could not ignore the layers of discomfort that came over him.
Christine is tolerant and loving towards believers.
But his people, perhaps even the closest people left, died at the hands of outsiders. Is this the only reaction he has?
It's not that he doesn't have emotions, but...
It's unreasonable.
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