Bai Xiong fell among the rotting petals, blood oozing from his chest.
He had no robots to protect him and was just a very vulnerable person at this moment.
He stared blankly at the top of the church - there was a scene similar to the Book of Genesis. Huge, seated gods of various shapes, together with vivid witches, prophets and slaves formed a magnificent portrait, and they seemed to be looking at him covered in blood.
Pure white, devout believers once knelt here, yearning for peace tomorrow.
Countless petals will be thrown at this moment, reflecting the melodious evening bells of the church. Faith is rooted in their hearts, and everyone is thirsty for happiness and forgiveness.
However, at this moment, all that was left were countless rotten roses and a sick leader of the White City.
He does not pray for happiness, nor does he crave forgiveness.
His white coat seemed to be on fire, permeated with a blood-red color.
He looked at the dome like this and actually smiled slightly.
"We are just..." Bai Xiong muttered to himself: "Struggling to survive in the wrong way."
"Young resistance leader, let me tell you, human civilization... cannot be explained by 'freedom' and 'justice' at all."
"After I built the White City, I knew that sooner or later I would die like this."
"Then--"
Bai Xiong turned his head and looked at Su Mingan who was approaching.
"I look forward to you and me ending up like this... being spurned by the people and killed by the people you saved."
The light leaped through the stained glass window and fell into Bai Xiong's eyes.
In his eyes, it seemed as if he was copying countless sacred and solemn statues.
“Swish!”
Su Mingan cut open Bai Xiong's head.
The young leader's head flew up, accompanied by dark, blood-stained petals floating up, as light as a feather.
[The second leader of the White Day Mechanical City, Bai Xiong, Rokaya, died.]
Su Mingan put away his sword and turned around.
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