Chapter 300 [Hope]

The highest person in heaven, [Holy Father], [Holy Son], [Holy Spirit], the Holy Trinity, [He] is the supreme master of heaven. In all the legends of heaven, he is omniscient, omnipotent, and self-existent.

But I AM cannot be achieved... That is only the I AM in the legend, and it is the I AM in the narrow sense.

Ever since the person of the [Holy Son] was integrated into his body, little Metazord had this level of understanding...but he didn't care much about these things.

The person of the [Holy Son] is the attribute of salvation. When disaster strikes and people become more desperate, the power of the person of the [Holy Son] will be greater.

This is the light of hope that people look forward to in despair, and it is salvation.

[Holy Father] is love, [Holy Son] is redemption, [Holy Spirit] is mercy...

"Maria..."

In the shattered thorn cage, Metanzo's voice slowly came to mind, and Maria, who was distracted by the appearance of the [Holy Son], looked up blankly.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, not with fear, but with throbbing... Counting her own [Mother] person and Metatron's corrupted person, there were only two, and there was no [Trinity] person. There is no sublimation.

The salvation attribute of [Holy Son] is enough to bring her back to her original form.

"Are you going to judge me..." She became calm instead.

But I saw that Medanzo blinked his eyes at this time, smiled slightly and said: "Maria, are you hungry? And Michael, are you hungry?"

The Archangel and Maria glanced at each other subconsciously.

They suddenly thought of a more curious question. Is it good or bad for the Kingdom of Heaven if the person of the [Holy Son] is handed over to Metanzo to inherit?

"I'm hungry." Medanzo said quietly at this time: "Why are we fighting? Let's sit down and drink tea and have snacks."

"Mettalon..." the archangel thought thoughtfully.

At this moment, the chaotic [Destiny] system seemed to have been sorted out by something. The turbulent information sea turned into a calm golden sea. Metanzo was like a tomorrow, rising slowly, rising... ...rising, it is actually still sublimating.

"The person of [Holy Son] is only half, and the other half is in [John], but..." Medanzo, who was sublimating, murmured: "Only give me half, because you want to let me I will complete its meaning myself, according to my own wishes..."

sublimation.

"I am Medanzo, the... true Son of Heaven."

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Free City, Mid-Levels Villa Area.

On the winding roads and the woods on the hillside, a large number of aliens were like wild beasts. Isa's sniping from high altitude could not suppress them at all, so she could only clear some of them reluctantly.

Under the mountain...all over the mountain are alienated people.

"Azaches, hold on..."

Since the birth of the alienation, Asaches has hardly had a moment of rest, and Isha has begun to worry about whether Asaches' body can support it.

Although she didn't understand why the vampire power obtained in the "Book of Gaia" could still be used in the Free City, as a former high-ranking member of the "Divine Blessing Church", she knew very well about vampires.

Azaches has not eaten for a long time... He did not return to the Free City immediately after leaving the [Divine Blessing Church], but he also experienced the world of winter.

This guy is probably very hungry.

At this moment, I saw a figure jumping off the winding mountain road in an instant and rushing down to the foot of the mountain... It was Asaches!

"What does this guy want to do!" Isa immediately pressed the communicator in her ear anxiously, "Clary! Call him back! Didn't I say that the security line cannot exceed the middle section of the highway!"

"Boss Azaches said that if he saw someone else at the bottom of the mountain, he should be able to..."

"That guy who is messing around..." Isha gritted her teeth and said, "His fangs can no longer be taken back!"

The helicopter suddenly turned over. In the cockpit, Isa almost pointed a gun at the pilot and ordered the pilot to lower the height of the helicopter!

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A torrential stream rising into the sky appeared in a gas station at the foot of the mountain. The terrifying explosion almost shook the mountain, and the strong airflow impacted the balance of the helicopter.

A large number of alienated people were thrown into pieces in this explosion. Isha ignored the pilot's dissuasion and forcibly landed at the slaughterhouse-like explosion site.

Fierce flames, blood mist... suffocation, thick smoke billowing.

Azaches is here, and he was responsible for this explosion... Isha hurriedly looked for that stubborn figure in the fire.

"Azaches!"

She had already seen him, his figure floating in the smoke and fire.

Pressing down the sniper rifle in her hand, Isa quickly ran towards the figure swaying in the firelight. But at this moment, a smaller figure ran out from the swaying figure and rushed towards Isa. .

"Take good care of this child, Isa..."

Isa stopped suddenly and felt a small figure rushing toward her...a child with a frightened face and tears on his face.

She subconsciously picked up the child, and then in the firelight, she saw clearly the figure not far away.

His black hair has long since turned gray, his pupils have been filled with blood, and his fangs...sharp fangs, along with the trembling of his lips, seem to be about to kill something in the next second.

Asaches slowly raised his wrist, and then bit hard, biting directly into his wrist... His arms were covered with bloody bite marks.

"Azaches!"

"I... won't go back..." Azaches gave Isa a final smile, "Please help me tell Clary that I am not a good boss... Goodbye."

The demonic bat wings spread out forcefully at this moment. The blood vessels on Asaxes' pale face were trembling crazily. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he soared into the sky and killed the alienated person. A large number of people gathered in the direction they were coming from.

Isa stared blankly at the figure that had gone away.

She suddenly fell to the ground.

The child in her arms hugged her tightly, fearful, afraid...frightened and cautiously asked: "Sister, will that uncle...will come back..."

Isa's body trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, showed an ugly smile, and slightly combed the messy hair of the child in front of her, "Can you pray?"

"Well... I have finished memorizing [Sage's Quotations]..." The child hesitated: "But, my system cannot be opened..."

"No need for quotes." Isa shook her head, "No need for a system, we just need to pray for him."

Children seem to have difficulty understanding this behavior.

In the City of Freedom, in the Kingdom of Holy Light, prayers are all for the saints, and all praise and dedication are given to the supreme saints... There is no need to pray for others, because there is never sadness in the Kingdom of Holy Light. .

Except this time.

"Praying for others is also a virtue..." Isa murmured to herself, "Why, it can't be done..."

She slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, the child also imitated Isa and said, "Sister, what are the words of prayer?"

Isa whispered: "May you be safe."

At this moment, a ray of holy light descended from the sky and fell directly on Isa's body... Her heart couldn't help but tremble a little, and she subconsciously raised her head.

In the sky, a Seraph descended slowly.

"I am Raguel, the owner of the Palace of [Second Day]..." The Seraph said softly at this time: "Are you willing to accept my divine gift, brave man."

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Ah... the blood seems to be boiling and burning.

Burning the body, burning the limbs, burning eyes, burning nose, burning throat... burning the brain.

Alienated people are like wild beasts, and he is also like a ferocious beast. Dozens, hundreds, hundreds, and the bodies of countless alienated people have fallen under his feet.

Like a ruthless killing machine, he was covered in horrific injuries.

What will I look like in the end?

I heard that when a vampire is completely lost, he will become an unscrupulous blood-sucking monster and will no longer have reason... It seems like this.

As the [Count Rose], he had naturally seen more than one vampire who was completely lost due to extreme hunger.

At this time, Asaxes couldn't help but ask himself with his weak reason: If he knew that returning to the City of Freedom this time would end like this, would he still want to come back?

Wouldn’t it be nice to be his [Count Rose] in [City of Divine Blessing]?

so tired……

It would be nice to hang out in a winter world. It is a magical world anyway, and there are evil witches. It doesn't matter if there is one more vampire.

It hurts... it hurts... it hurts...

Did the saint feel this much pain when he was burned at the stake?

Already...cannot be killed anymore.

So……

Azaches suddenly stopped. Apart from the hundreds of corpses that came forward, more ferocious aliens rushed towards him like a huge wave. Just like that, with the weakest will, he slowly lowered his hands.

Let such a huge wave completely submerge yourself.

Where are the descendants of the saint family... I want to give you my final glory, ancestor.

"I won't be embarrassed this time..." He slowly closed his eyes.

Doubtful, drowning like a tide... They don't care whether he is a vampire or not. They just want blood and flesh, and something about this vampire that attracts their bloodthirsty desire.

Nibble, bite... Next, it's time to share the food.

The body of the crazy alienated person was suddenly illuminated by something... The ultimate brilliance made the shadows even deeper.

The alienated people seemed to be alarmed by something... They were afraid. At the moment when the brilliance reached its peak, the alienated people's bodies disappeared like air.

disperse.

In the sky, a ball of light slowly descended. As the ball of light came, a girl holding a sword slowly walked over... She walked to Asaches' side.

Next to the girl, there is a little guy flying like an elf.

The girl looked down at Asaches and saw an indifferent smile on his face, but his chest had been dug open, revealing a bright red but not beating heart.

"Master [Michael]..." the girl murmured to herself at this time, "I feel so uncomfortable..."

The girl slowly knelt down beside Asaches and held Asaches's palm with both hands.

The stopped heart suddenly beat a beat.

Azaches opened his eyes slowly, and in the light and shadow, the girl's face came into his sight, "You are...Miss Jeanne..."

"I'm sorry, I can't save you." The girl whispered: "Do you have anything to say...Finally."

Asaxes' lips moved slightly, and his vision blurred again, and his heart, which only beat once, stopped again, "I... it seems like I really saw the saint..."

"Mr. Azashes!"

His eyes had lost focus.

Falling powerlessly.

The girl sat beside him in a daze, until Azaches' body suddenly ignited a black flame... His body burned away bit by bit, and finally turned into ashes.

The fire caused the air to rise, and the ash was blown away by the wind.

"Saint...where can there be a saint..." the girl murmured to herself. Her innate sense of mission made her feel as if her heart was being bitten by a big snake after seeing all this.

She heard many calls...calls to the saints, many prayers...to the saints, many supplications...to the saints.

There is no such saint.

"There is no such saint..." The girl stood up slowly, "Lord Michael, since there is no such saint, then... let me be the saint, even if it is just a fake."

The elf flew in front of the girl. It turned into a ray of light, grew bigger, and turned into a ray of light and shadow... In the light and shadow, there seemed to be a young man in white.

The girl looked at this light and shadow blankly.

It held something in its hands and stretched out, its lips moved slightly, as if it was saying something silently... The girl subconsciously stretched out her hand.

At the moment of contact, a beam of light rose into the sky, breaking through the sky, and its radiance shone on the holy mountain of the entire Free City...the light of hope!

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"That is……"

Isa had just felt the fluctuations of divine power coming from her body. Before she was familiar with it, she was attracted by this light of hope.

Beside her, Seraph, who claimed to be the master of the Palace of [Next Day], looked thoughtfully at the appearance of the light pillar and murmured to himself: "There is a new saint born... unexpectedly at this time ? It feels so familiar..."

"A new saint?" Isa subconsciously raised her head.

Raguel said softly: "Saints are born from disasters... In other words, it is easiest for new saints to be born in disasters. Who knows... No matter what it is, at least it brings the light of hope. "

"Lord Raguel..."

Raguel waved his hand, "I will continue to give God's gift. You are my first God-given warrior. From now on, you are no longer a believer in the Kingdom of Holy Light. You are my God-given warrior. I will give You, the first God-given name...go, salvation has never been a matter of one or two people, it should be a matter of a group of people with hope."

Isha looked stern and said respectfully: "I will obey the holy decree!"

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New saints are rising, and the light of hope continues to spread, slowly dispersing the clouds on the city of freedom... It is just born everywhere, and it is not strong. It still needs more support, but everything has taken shape.

On the ground, the young man in white clothes of light and shadow, who had returned to his elf state again, collapsed helplessly.

But there was a hand that picked it up from the ground... The elf was surprised and looked at the guy who picked him up with a hint of horror.

Boss Luo, the guy he saw over and over again.

"Hello, Your Excellency [Michael]."

The elf opened his mouth, and finally shook his head as if dejected.

Boss Luo smiled slightly and said: "I did some excessive things to the Archangel because it was for your sake, so it was more excessive than very excessive."

The elf opened his mouth again, and then there was only a wry smile.

It... it is an elf born from the memories and regrets stripped from the saint's statue in the Free City where [Saint Michael] is located.

During the long wait, bearing the faith of the believers in the City of Freedom, and using himself as a container, he has been silently brewing a new [Personality].

The person of [Hope].