The more dazzling a person is, when he falls down in embarrassment, the more onlookers want to take advantage of the situation and splash dirty water all over him, turning his body into black paint and turning it into charcoal, obliterating everything that is dazzling.

To add insult to injury and erase past achievements is the original sin called "jealousy".

Michelle suppressed her emotions and couldn't help but clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, causing a sharp sting. Although he looked quite embarrassed now, his pair of holy eyes were still burning with fire, and his will was firm and unyielding.

"Lord Michel, I may not be able to wait until the day when chaos dies. When the light reappears, please let me know in front of my grave."

This heartbreaking scene is still fresh in his mind.

I remember that he was a very heroic and handsome man. He was fortunate enough to receive God's revelation and after becoming a priest, he fought bravely and fearlessly with him on the mainland.

Before going to bed every night, he would hold the cross and pray devoutly to God, "I hope the war will end tomorrow."

Then, he prayed like this for decades, until he became old, his hair turned gray, and began to decay, and the cross could no longer be carried.

When the candle was about to extinguish and his life was dying, the man who had turned from young to old said these words to him. When he finally closed his eyes, he was obviously very unwilling.

The century-old jihad was full of pain, and some people were beaten from a young child learning to speak to a head full of gray hair... Michelle sent away countless people who were old or died unfortunately with an appearance that would not age.

It was a heavy promise that he had personally promised to others countless times.

Now the whole world has changed too much. The ancient tombs where the heroes were buried may have been built on top of bustling cities, with people coming and going, but no traces can be found.

In the dark and desperate era of the past, he was the only one left who used to fight side by side with his voice and smile.

He is the only one who still remembers this promise.

Shilok was silent for a long time, then raised her head and looked at the rainy sky. She was used to being wild in Zhuyalopa, and she didn't understand the promise of others at all. She felt it was boring and meaningless.

"Speaking of which, you believers are all so straightforward." Shilok finally complained.

However, there are a few exceptions, and that is the cosmic street kid Naiyali. The believers who can believe in this girl are 100% stupid, fanatics, and people with twisted minds.

"Forget it, you seem to be looking for something here. For the sake of everyone being apostles, do you need my help?"

"I need...a cross, a holy relic that came with the first light of revelation." Michelle nodded gratefully, and he had reached the point where he had to accept help from others.

He is a remnant of the "old era" and is not understood by this era.

But regardless of the endless infamy in this world, or being deprived of the honor of "saint", even if it is just to fulfill the promise to the people in the past, he will continue to walk covered in sewage.

He is no longer just fighting for humanity, he is the only person who belongs to the "past years", a promise for the countless heroic souls buried in the Dark Holy War.

…………

After being severely wounded at Cape Byron and narrowly escaping, Astros did not return to the black earth immediately.

If we go according to the original plan, it is almost time for another moment of chaos to awaken, and the next period of chaos is about to take the stage and kick off.

After a period of fermentation and publicity, Yelin's reputation and honor have reached the most glorious peak. Especially in the strong contrast with the incompetence and evasion of Saint Michel, it is even more obvious that his heroic appearance is shocking in the past and the present, and it is the best in the entire world.

era.

Astros was hiding in a certain dark cult stronghold. She was injured and in poor condition. More importantly, the red dagger made her completely unable to understand it, and she had trouble sleeping and eating.

Spread chaos throughout the world of Arad, seduce and inspire the dark side of people's hearts, and ruthlessly devour this hypocritical world filled with original sin...

A very grand plan, but is this her own idea or the idea of ​​the red dagger maker?

When she thought about it carefully, she felt creepy.

What Ye Lin took out had a huge impact on her. Even though she was once a cruel and ruthless demon, now she was frightened and her whole body was chilled.

She tasted the taste called "fear".

Whose is the red dagger that can control her actions? In other words, who is the legendary "God of Death"?

"Could it be that Usil is really the god that Mavis believes in?" Astros looked blank, but what was it for? Her white hair was fluttering in the wind, and she could notice it vaguely.

There are countless threads on his body spreading into the distance.

As long as the dagger is not taken back for one day, she will be like a mouse meeting a cat when she meets Ye Lin. She will do whatever the other person says.

Therefore, she was caught in a huge conflict of choices, whether to continue to help Chaos return, or to find a way to find out the maker of the dagger first.

She is absolutely loyal to Chaos, and her will has not changed at all for hundreds of years. However, now, this pious heart is beginning to waver...

"who!"

Astros frowned and immediately disappeared on the spot. Before her voice reached the person's ears, her scarlet claws grasped the person's seemingly delicate and white neck from behind and could break it with a pinch.

"What's surprising is that you are not a transcendent, but you have mastered a bit of power that only the rulers of time and space have." The mysterious woman seemed surprised, but she also turned a blind eye to the hand that pinched her.

Astros' hands were cold and forceful. She didn't need to question the intruder, she could just kill him, cleanly.

The mysterious woman didn't expect her to be so clean and tidy. She didn't even bother to ask. She was caught off guard and her skin was scratched with bleeding marks, and it was almost torn off.

"I came to you to cooperate." After escaping, the mysterious woman hurriedly said.

"Not interested."

The earth turned into a pitch-black quagmire, with countless ghastly ghostly hands grabbing at the mysterious woman, and human faces emerged in pain, wailing and shrill.

"It's to deal with Ye Lin!" She was helpless and angry. If she hadn't been seriously injured, how could she have ended up in such a dismal end, threatened by a life form belonging to the "dimension".

Astros snapped his fingers and paused the swamp attack, still looking at him with extreme suspicion.

The mysterious man came to the door and mentioned Ye Lin's name, his tone suddenly full of resentment and displeasure.

And even though the other party was covered with a robe, it was still visible that she had a tall and graceful figure. She raised her hood for a moment when she was avoiding the attack, her chin was white and shiny, her lips were pink and her nose was beautiful, and half of her face revealed that she had a beautiful face.

Why, could it be that the woman who was ruthlessly abandoned by Ye Lin is looking for revenge?

She has been wandering around the continent of Arad for hundreds of years, and her knowledge is comparable to that of the most knowledgeable scholars, but she has some random thoughts.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Belfast."

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Magic lines shone in the air, and the pretenders in the cage began to get angry and crazy after shining the light. Then many purple mushrooms grew on their bodies, destroying their body structures, and finally collapsed and died.

Ye Lin concentrated on calmly, guiding the magic circle to slowly fall, and merge into a magic scroll made of special material. The lines engraved on the ramie paper were still shining.

Ding~

The ladies poured high-end red wine into their glasses, smiled at each other, and raised their glasses to celebrate the success of the research project.

"I will make this scroll and its production method public for free through the channels of the Magic Association. Thank you for your contribution, little bastard." Principal Shalan sipped her glass elegantly, bright red wine and charming blue lip gloss, interweaving the most charming look.

The temptation of familiar rhyme.

"No, no, I'm just one of the participants." Ye Lin shook his head and smiled, taking the goblet in her hand, "You and Luo Fei all contributed a lot."

"Ye Lin, it's best to publish this scroll in your name so that it can gain public recognition more quickly, and then gain support from the clergy." The curator thought carefully, and now is the time.

"Well, I will inform the archbishop. I don't know what's going on outside now." Ye Lin returned the empty wine glass to Principal Shalan, then coughed lightly and said expectantly: "Do you still remember that promise... let's have a party
Chapter completed!