But Francesca had a feeling that something in the heart of this saint of the Church spoke to her. "Now, I have finally found something eternal." The girl placed her hands on her chest in ecstasy and bowed deeply to the magician who cast an illusion on her. If she relaxed a little from her excitement, the girl might shed tears of joy. Francesca still didn't know what she had liberated. The savior who had originally separated himself from others and wanted to bear all the pain, understood that human beings are all immature beasts, bubbles that will devour desires, indulge in desires, and melt in desires, and are only bound by covenants... There is something that is the same as himself, at the same angle, and continues to this day. In other words, in the girl's current mind, all the humans she has come into contact with since her birth are incomplete people, except for the one at the source. At the same time, the holy book on the girl was shining. "Ahh, how abominable—" The girl stroked the holy book in a tone as if speaking to a nursing baby.
"Ahh, how abominable! These countless lives that should have ended two hundred years ago, are now all in pieces." "In this case, who can resist that great love, that eternal love?" The devil whispered sexily as if indulging himself, holding the holy book as if cradling a nursing baby. "you--" The next moment, the magician lost consciousness so easily. "I will continue the great work you failed to complete, and until that day comes, I will always play the song of blessing for you." Afterwards, the savior recognized by the planet, Mabel Kiara, refused the holy sword that should have been accepted by her, and used the holy scriptures and the connection between Ate Humanoid and Ate from the spiritual level of mankind, using the power of good covenant and faith to defeat the Demon Marshal and the Moon King in Millennium City, and took away their weapons. Then, time passed, and a hundred years later. After the Battle of Chalons, people across the Western Roman Empire were in a panic when they learned of their defeat, even the main church in Rome... This is how it should have been. The Eternal City was filled with residents from all over the world, and those who were afraid of death prayed for the Lord's salvation. However, it seemed as if in an instant, the entire city fell into a strange silence and an overwhelming "black tide." Along with the gushing black wind, it slowly spread from the center of Rome to cover everything around it. All life has lost its response. The body is still there but cannot respond. Only the city dominated by silence remains. "It's just right. The church that has indulged in desires until now has finally met its demise." Behind Mabel Qihuang, who was sitting in the center of the Pope's Hall, the space there was distorted. The emotionless roar filled the space around the Pope's Hall, as if the roar itself was a living being. "Beelzebub's power is almost gone, and there is also a heretic god from another planet?" Kiara smiled softly, "You are somewhat different from the gods of the Age of Gods." The gods of the Age of Gods are the gods that came into being before myths. As for the alien god mentioned by Qihuang, there was mythology first, and then there was god...
To be precise, in a certain unknown galaxy there is a group of beings that fit the image of a mythical god that has not yet been born. "But if that's the case, it does fit in with part of the revelation." The Savior sat here quietly and spoke words full of emotion, as if they were a confession of love. "I will wipe out all species defined as 'human' on this planet without leaving a single one behind." "After all, there are only two people in the world." 161: The end of all things burning - Guardian (3k5) While countless people in the Western Roman Empire fell silently like straw, the Huns galloping through the empire were like the legendary wild hunters, bringing horrifying blood to the earth. After crossing Orleans and conquering the capital Milan, the Western Roman Empire was completely defeated, and the vast country was torn apart madly by the Huns. At this moment, outside Rome, which is known as the eternal city, the dark clouds like an iron curtain blocked the midday sun. The entire world was shrouded in the haze of dark clouds. As the earth groaned under the iron cavalry, bolts of thunder passed through the clouds, striking down soul-shaking thunder. Every time lightning flashed, it illuminated the deepest outlines of the clouds, and a cold wind blew from the ends of the earth. But in the almost frozen air, silence suddenly came, with only the sound of the desolate wind echoing ahead. "How could there be no one in Rome?" "Did he run away?" "But I heard a few days ago that Rome was full of people..." Avia remained silent, not paying attention to the noise around her. But he was not thinking about the appearance of the city of Rome, which he had not seen for many years, but was suddenly in a trance. It seemed like I had seen a similar environment somewhere before, and it seemed like a scene that I should have gotten used to, but I didn't notice it at all. This feeling was very strange... It felt like something familiar was being used on me by someone else. "Be quiet first." Avia suddenly said. He attracted the attention of everyone present, but he did not look back at anyone. His eyes were casually directed towards a certain place in Rome, and he continued: "I'll go in and take a look." Although hundreds of years have passed since he entered Rome, some memories still naturally emerge in the mind of the silver-haired young man. For example, he was captured by the Roman polytheist nobles when he first arrived here, he returned in triumph after annihilating the Jewish province, and he saw off all the fellow believers when he convened the Ecumenical Council three hundred years in advance. However, Rome, which should have been still prosperous and flourishing, was now left with only a lonely tranquility. The moment he entered Rome, Avia knew the answer to why Rome was like this - "Actually, it's an illusion?" As Avia muttered, the dark clouds above his head overlapped each other, as if countless mirrors were combined together. Then, this illusion that was so powerful that it deceived the world itself was broken, and the sky here began to fall like a shattered mirror. When he came back to his senses, Avia, who had gotten rid of the illusion that had started at some point, felt like he had had a long dream. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was actually outside Rome. Now he could realize that both Typhon and Meli were trapped in this strange illusion and had not yet woken up. And all around him were people and fantasy creatures who were standing still with blank expressions, and the real sky was——
It was hard to tell whether it was day or night. There was only a faint residual light in the broken sky. Most of the light was scorching red and thick smoke rising from the earth. No rain fell from the gathering dark clouds. Only burning ashes and dust rising from the ground fell to the earth. "...I thought I could help you." When Avia realized that it was Altluchi's cry that woke him up, he was startled and blinked at her. "I thought I could at least help you. But once something like this happened, I couldn't help you anymore. I couldn't think of what I should do... I'm sorry, the more I talk, the more I sound like a wimp." "No... This is normal. Everyone has times when they feel powerless. But I will protect you, don't worry." Avia looked straight into her blood-red eyes, those slightly fragile and swaying eyes. If he thinks it's okay, that's fine too, but this is the only thing I must let him know now. She thought so, so at this moment, she slightly revealed her feelings. "......I──like you, I want you to stay alive, I want to appreciate things you've never seen before with you, I want to see your smile when you look at those things. I want to share my feelings with you, and share the joys and sorrows with you. If possible──I hope it will be like this forever." As the words fell, the black-haired girl slid her hands across his neck as if touching, and stood on tiptoes to press her lips against his. However, Avia did not refuse. Instead, he put his arms around her shoulders and waist as if he was touching a fragile object and gently embraced her. The lips that were bitten by the girl until they were broken had a faint smell and taste of blood, and the silver-haired young man thought it was the taste of tears. It's the feeling of tears shed only in front of me and not in front of anyone else, he thought. Then, as if wiping away tears, he kissed her again. It is said that once the True Ancestor sucks blood, he will become addicted, fall into irretrievable depravity, and eventually die. But the kiss blood that served as a pledge of an oath did not make Altluchi have such thoughts, instead she only felt overwhelming joy. A certain concept that was triggered in the Jedi by the kiss from the dark princess. "You can't die. I sucked your blood, and you sucked mine. This is an eternal contract. As long as you have a breath left, you must continue to live until the last moment of your life - you must come back." Till death do us part? In fact, Arteluqi didn't want this kind of happiness with a time limit. She thought that even death could not separate us. "Therefore, I will definitely wait for you to come back and will never leave you." For Dead Apostles and humans, there is no guarantee that this wish will come true unless a miracle happens. After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that the two sides are natural enemies in a physiological sense. "So you must come back to me." No matter what difficulties are waiting for you afterwards, you must survive. "You must come back safely." "I will." Since both parties are required to fulfill the agreement and promise to do so, it becomes an oath. And so, he moved forward again.
And when passing through the camp - I saw a warm campfire. "Should I say he is worthy of being the one chosen by Zeus and his gang?" A vicissitudes of life voice rang in Avia's ears. Beside the young man was the only bonfire burning vigorously in the dark world, and Odin, the great Norse god whom he had met once in the past. "By the way, how long have I been under the illusion?" "From a human perspective, only thirty minutes have passed in the world right now." Odin said casually, "I never expected that the ultimate crisis would not be caused by the Titans and Typhon, but by a human. His power has now blocked the planet's access to the inner side. If this continues, the planet will probably come to an end... Although this is a matter between you humans, since I am the only god who has appeared now, let me solve it. You just need to wait." "You, Odin...you?" Avia looked at the empty Odin in his hand and said, "But you can't be your real body now. If you insist, you are just a spirit. Well, you old guys should go back and have a good rest. Don't force yourself here. I'll go." "Avia, you should understand." Odin sighed, "That place is not where you should go... People will eventually return to the world of the living. I do this just because I don't want you to die. I hope you can all live." "I'm not dead yet." "Do you think you can win?" Then, when Odin raised his face and looked towards the dark sky with his one remaining eye, a loud bang burst out from the darkness. The darkness swayed and quickly thinned, but in the deepest darkness, a sneering voice was heard. "Leave it to me, Odin, just as you left it to me before, the Titans and Typhon." Avia grabbed Odin's shoulders as he tried to leave. "You are quite confident. Do you think you are unique?" "Not really. It's not like I think no one else can solve this situation except myself. I just feel that I have to do it." "...To be honest, I'm quite curious about how you managed to gain favor from the Greeks. It's not easy for those guys to unite like this." Odin looked at him with a complicated expression. "Because—" Avia paused, her expression gentle, as if she remembered something, "Rome." "Although, you are now on the road to destroying Rome." “There’s nothing we can do about it.” "Aren't you afraid that I am also an illusion?" Odin asked. "Who cares if it's true or not? However, I said something so cool, it wouldn't be good if it's fake." The silver-haired young man shook his head and answered without hesitation: "That's what I was planning to do anyway." As he said this, he couldn't help laughing, he was so happy.
Looking at his smile, looking at the man who was filled with the fire of determination. Odin was stunned for a moment, then he laughed too. "In that case, I will trust you. This is the final test. Take it. You will be rewarded in the end, but I will give you the reward now." Avia stood up, stretched out his five fingers, clenched them into fists, and nodded. "Thanks, Odin." Looking at the young man's unchanged blue eyes, Odin couldn't help but reach out his hand, and finally, patted him on the shoulder.