258 The Priest and the Witch Debate About the Lord

At this time, Father Anderson finally appeared in Nivi's residence with Constantine.

The notorious Blood Queen was now sitting quietly on a chair by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window from a distance.

"Ms. Nivi, I think we could have a chat."

Constantine was the first to break the silence and asked directly.

To be honest, the moment he saw the current Nivi, his heart beat hard as if it was being grabbed.

The delicate and tranquil face is indeed very charming.

Coupled with the thin clothes, Constantine will be seduced by this charm.

In order to prevent Anderson from saying anything detrimental to communication, he spoke first.

"Nevi, I plan to kill you."

Anderson glanced at Constantine dissatisfied, and for him, Constantine's words were too polite.

For monsters, there is no need for detailed communication.

Although Anderson didn't know if he could kill the legendary immortal monster, he was ready to give it a try.

"Now tell me what you're going to do!"

Anderson roared so loudly that the veins on the back of his hands popped.

The strong and tall figure held the cross on his chest with one hand, and anger could be seen in his eyes through the broken lenses.

Neve is a monster transformed from a human being. For Neve who gave up her human identity, Anderson was more angry than ever.

Nivi turned her head slowly and then back again.

Perhaps for her, instead of looking at Anderson and Constantine, the scenery outside the window is more meaningful.

But this was a good start, at least she didn't mean to refuse communication.

"Father Anderson, we are not here to fight, do you remember?"

Constantine lowered his gaze and spoke slowly.

Then he walked over to Nivi, pulled out a stool and sat in front of Nivi.

Constantine no longer had any hope in Anderson's words, so he simply dealt with the matter in his own way.

"So, Blood Queen, how do you plan to carry out your revenge plan after this resurrection? Are you planning to spread the plague in this world, or are you going to quietly wait for death?"

Constantine's tone was a little strange, and his fingers were beating uneasily.

At this time, he was like a reporter waiting for a big news, speaking with an eager tone, and showing just the right amount of admiration.

Masterful disguise is one of the things he does best.

After all, when dealing with demons, you can't express your thoughts too realistically, that would be very dangerous.

"I'm waiting for that chance to meet, and then I can accept the ending of destruction."

Nivi said as she looked out the window with empty eyes.

The moment Agamotto and Merlin appeared before, she was not completely ignorant.

Now that I know that the person I want to see will appear in front of me at the end, nothing else matters.

As for Constantine's pretense of adoration, she didn't care.

It's just that this human didn't make her angry, and there was no problem with a few words.

"Alien!"

Father Anderson's teeth chattered loudly, and he sat down directly on the chair at the door.

Restraining the thought of fighting was not an easy thing for him. Ever since he came to Hexin, he had been feeling the disgusting feeling coming from the monster all the time.

Father Anderson's identity determines that he will not try to influence monsters, because long-term experience tells him that monsters are not worthy of belief.

Communication is more worthy of belief than the bayonet in his hand, or the bayonet transformed by the Bible.

At least the bayonet won't argue with the monster.

“Father, what can I gain by believing in your Lord?”

Nivi slowly turned her head, showed a sarcastic smile to Father Anderson, lightly opened her red lips and said:

"I was probably more pious than you back then, hoping that your Lord would send him to me. This piety lasted until I was about to die from a serious illness.

Father, does the Lord you tell you about really exist? Have you never doubted your Lord? Are you really living for yourself? "

Nivi teased Anderson's nerves, and the smile on her lips became more and more crazier.

The ridicule of faith is what she has gained over a long period of time.

No one cares whether her ideas are correct, but communicating with Father Anderson is a good pastime.

Father Anderson had no intention of fighting that, she could see clearly.

She won't be afraid even in battle.

"Hell exists, then the Lord exists. Everything I see is the Lord's gift, and the sufferings I encounter are all the Lord's tempering. The Lord is by my side, and I am not afraid of any evil, and I dare to fight against all the Lord's enemies. enemy."

Anderson was extremely restrained in this questioning-like conversation. Even though his muscles were tense, he still spoke to Nivi in ​​the calmest tone.

Now that Neve has initiated a debate about faith, he won't back down.

Perhaps no one in the church was more religious than he.

It's just that he is not the kind of priest who studies church documents carefully, so his words are not very convincing.

“There is a person who watches me every day and tells me if I deceive others, hurt even my own life, or do anything unjust.

Then I will be tortured by demons in hell, fried in boiling oil, eaten by demons, and then become ugly and burn in flames forever.

And this man told me that he loves me.

This is what your Lord did. "

Niwei glanced at Constantine, who was watching a good show, and paused before continuing.

"What did your Lord give me? I prayed to him for food when I was hungry, prayed to him for warmth when I was cold, and confided in him when I was heartbroken, just wanting him to tell me that my tomorrow will be better.

But no.

I have to work in the fields every day, my hands have become rough from tenderness, I curl up in the cold so that I won't freeze to death in the night wind, and I can only curl up in a small corner when I am sad.

Your Lord has never shown mercy to me.

On the contrary, there is only the sun.

Only the sun gives me warmth, only the sun gives me food, and only the sun makes me feel the beauty of life.

So why should I believe in your Lord instead of the sun? "

Neve's words made Father Anderson a little uneasy.

Neve's calm tone seemed to be telling a fact. Everything Father Anderson had experienced told him that it was meaningless.

His faith was not shaken, but at this moment he felt the compassion that should not appear in the face of monsters.

Who can believe in the Lord wholeheartedly without witnessing the existence of the Lord?

"At least the sun will not tell me what I should and should not do. In front of the sun, I am equal. I have seen angels, but I have not seen the existence of the Lord. However, I can often see the sun. "

Constantine said loudly with a gloating tone.

Then he gave Nivea a flattering smile.

Constantine was the same. He did not believe in the Lord, or he did not believe in anyone except himself.

At this time, he had some sense of identity with Nivea's words, and then he put this feeling behind his mind.

Trust is not something that can be obtained with a few words. That kind of emotion is not so cheap, but there is nothing to lose by complaining about the church, and Constantine is happy to do it.

"Boring hypothesis, the Lord arranged everything, arranged your suffering, arranged your revenge, but all this is your chance for redemption."

Anderson took off his broken glasses, held them in his hands and spoke slowly.

His hand pressed on the cover of the Bible and rubbed it gently.

These could not shake his faith, but it also made his poor language accumulation stretched, and he could not say a strong rebuttal.

"Boring fatalism, if your Lord was a woman, everything in the world would not be arranged so badly. "

Neve turned her head, intending to end this somewhat boring conversation.

Constantine took out his favorite cigarette and handed it to Neve.

Neve took the cigarette as if nothing had happened, lit it and took a deep breath.

"I'm waiting for death, waiting for the last meeting with that person. Now leave me. I won't hurt anyone except those guys who tortured me."

Neve gently exhaled the cigarette. At this moment, she had a bit of Audrey Hepburn's style holding a pipe.

There was a yearning for the future on her calm face, and some imperceptible wrinkles slowly appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"I will remember your words, and I hope I won't meet you in battle by then. "

Anderson stood up calmly, and his tense muscles relaxed.

He did not give up his anger and murderous intent towards the alien, but Nivea in front of him was about to die.

This was what the owner of the power in his body told him, Nivea's soul was failing.

When the body that would never age began to age, the witch's soul also began to count down.

When Nivea was at her weakest, the sword in the stone would have ended her existence.

Instead of being able to split Nivea into several parts like Arthur did.

He did not use the power of teleportation to leave here directly, which was his last respect for a once devout believer.

The next thing he had to do was to find the location of the sword in the stone.

"Honestly, were you hurt by Bul-Kathos? That old guy at that time. "

Constantine also lit a cigarette and said.

Constantine was more sensitive than those confused guys.

For things like the passage of time, he could understand a lot with just a little clue.

Since Nevi's demise did not attract the attention of others, it meant that this was a default result.

And he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

"I'm waiting for the end."

Nevi did not give a clear answer, but reached out and flicked the ash outside the window.

"Well, I think it will be a huge trouble when the person you are waiting for arrives."

Constantine rubbed his eyes. The process of smoke getting into his eyes was a bit unbearable. The sour and slightly stinging feeling was very uncomfortable.