Chapter 1360 Black and Red, a Different Color

"Is this my best home?"

Hearing such words from the Messenger of Light's mouth, a miserable smile appeared on Rama Mujam's already dried-up skeleton face. He knew that what the Messenger of Light said was not wrong, that he really deserved to die, and he should have died a long time ago. If it wasn't for him, this country wouldn't be what it is today, and if it wasn't for him, his family wouldn't have been treated so horribly. He did not regret his death, indeed he did not regret his death. But he was not reconciled, he was not reconciled to die like this.

His enemy is still there, his bloody revenge has not been avenged, how could he die here like this, how could he die here willingly like this.

Hatred is a terrible force. If love can sometimes make people forget, then hatred can make a person remember it for ten, twenty, or even a lifetime most of the time. It can make people gain endless power, and it can also make people fall into the abyss. Today's Rama Mujam can be said to be like this. He has fallen into the abyss, but even if he has fallen into the abyss, he still does not forget to stretch out his hand, trying to drag his enemy down.

This has become his lifelong obsession. But because of such an obsession, he let go of his hand. Crawled towards the direction of the shelter again.

He no longer cared what the Lightbringer said. If they don't want to take themselves to meet the god, then he can crawl over to meet him by himself. If they refused to open the door for him, then even if he hit the door with his head, he would go in even if he smashed his head.

He didn't care about his own death, or what would happen to his body. He just wants revenge, and before revenge, no one or anything can stop him, and it can't stop him at all.

He is crazy and indomitable. This point, the Messenger of Light has already seen it, he is very strange, what kind of person can have such a great hatred. Although he saw the evil in this person's soul, he couldn't see his past at all. This made him start to hesitate, hesitating and not knowing what kind of attitude he should use to face such a guy. And just when he was so hesitant, Rama Mujam had passed him and crawled towards the shelter behind him.

He didn't climb very fast, in fact it was impossible to climb too fast with his current body. But he climbed very firmly, and no one or anything could interfere with his current movements. It was only a matter of time before he crawled to the shelter. All other problems, including his broken body, were irrelevant.

And time always passed quickly, so fast that no one else felt that time was passing, and he had already arrived in front of the shelter. There, the sun-like light curtain of the sanctuary blocked him out, and feeling the ruthless rejection of this light curtain, Rama Mujam smiled miserably, and directly made a Amazing action.

He smacked his head against the light curtain, as if he were throwing an egg at a rock. Although the onlookers knew that it was impossible for this guy to crash into it to death. But when they saw such an action, they still felt an unspeakable tragic feeling in their hearts.

Because it is indeed too miserable. There may not be any blood when this head is knocked up, but it is definitely flesh and blood. No blood is normal. You can say that he has no strength, or that he has no more blood to bleed. But the flesh is flying, then it can only be the latter.

It takes a lot of strength and determination for a person to smash the flesh off his head. Ordinary people probably can't even imagine it. But now, Rama Mujam is like this, like crazy again and again, hitting desperately, screaming desperately.

"Let me in, let me in!"

His behavior is too weird and his behavior is too horrible. Not only the emissary of light at the beginning, many other emissaries of light also noticed such an existence at this time. And when they noticed such an existence, they were immediately surprised by the evil in this person.

The world in the eyes of the Lightbringer is very simple. White represents the innocent, and black represents the criminal. There are never completely innocent people in this world, no matter who they are, they have done one or two wrong things more or less. So there has never been a pure white person, but likewise, there has never been a pure black person.

No matter how evil people are, they will also have a good side. Unless it completely wiped out one's own conscience and completely fell into darkness. Otherwise, no matter how serious the crime is, there will inevitably be some other colors. Just like the believer who was transformed into an angel of light, he is extremely sinful, but his conscience is still intact. This made him appear rare black and white.

And if the guy before was already special enough, then the guy in front of him was a little bit more special than him.

His body was pure black, and the black was thicker than ink. At a glance, the Messengers of Light felt that there was a black river in front of them, rolling and rolling. This means that he has committed a heinous crime. And if a person wants to commit such a crime, the number of people who die at his hands is at least tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Just by looking at the weight of this guy, the Messenger of Light knew that this guy probably had more lives than that. And if a person has achieved this level, then it is really not an exaggeration to say that death is not enough.

It is not a pity for him to die. Logically speaking, they can completely let such a guy crash and die here. But for some reason, they couldn't help but sympathize with such a guy who wanted to die.

This is not only because of his tragic performance, but more because these Lightbringers saw something else from his evil nature. He can be said to be pure black, but it cannot be said to be all. Because in the color of the thick ink on his body, there is still a small piece of dark red like scabbed blood.

This is the most incomprehensible thing for them, because they know very well what this red color means. What that means is the loss of a loved one, and it is in your own hands.

Destroying what one loves is perhaps the craziest thing and the deepest sin. If a person has reached such a point, then it can really be said that he is no longer qualified to be a human being. However, not everyone who does such a thing is insane enough to be hopeless. Some people are really helpless, and some people are really forced by reality.

When contacting the world, the Lightbringer encountered such an example. It was a cop, a cop on the hunt for a heinous suicide bomber. In order to catch such a guy and prevent him from causing harm to most people. He tried his best to block him in the outskirts, but what he didn't expect was that the organization behind this madman discovered his actions, and they kidnapped his family and let him make a choice at that time.

Let go of the person in front of you, as if you didn't see it. He also gets to meet his family. And if he still wants to do his duty faithfully, then all he can see is the corpses of his own family members.

This is a choice that can drive people to a corner, and any person will fall into painful entanglement when faced with such a choice. Let it go, and you will watch a group of innocent people die because of you. Stay, then you will only lose what you love.

Ordinary people are likely to choose the former after painful choices. Because for ordinary people, nothing is as important as their own family. However, this person is not an ordinary person, he is a policeman, and he has his own duties. This identity makes him have to think more than ordinary people, and must also bear more than ordinary people. So in the end, he finally made a choice that made him suffer for the rest of his life.

He chose his duty and let those murderers kill his wife and children. Although he saved many people and many innocent families. But he himself has completely lost all of this. That is to say, from that time on, the body of this being praised as a hero of the common people has become a blood red, a dazzling blood red.

It was a color that the Messenger of Light would never forget, and although the red on the person in front of him was not as dazzling as the blood red, it was that color, the red that they couldn't forget.

This is probably the most precious thing in human beings. Not the pain of sacrifice and loss, but love, love in its purest form. If it's not love, there won't be such extreme colors. It is not love, and it is simply impossible for such people to have their sympathy. A person who can go crazy for love, and go crazy for love, is worthy of pity no matter what. He may have done all the bad things, too many to write down. But one thing is certain, that is, the love in his heart allows him to still be called a human being. And since he is still a human being, he has the value of being saved.

So, should we let him go into the shelter? The Lightbringers do not have the power to decide this, the most they can do is to inform their master of the existence of such a person. And whether he can be received by their master or not depends on whether he is that lucky.

Rama Mujam was lucky because before he completely smashed his brains out. The Lightbringers got their master's order, and they picked up this guy and brought him into the shelter.

Obviously, this is an exception. But for such a thing, people outside are not jealous at all.

Everything he has done is beyond everyone's imagination, and no one dares to say that he can do what he did. They wanted to go in just to live, but this person acted as if he didn't care about his life at all.

He doesn't even care about death, what does he want to do when he goes in? This may be a question that they can never figure out.