He groaned softly and made a hoarse sound. Then Robin opened his eyes and felt the sharp pain all over his body. But then he thought of something. He first focused his attention on the bottom of his heart, but he did not notice that he was almost completely
The fallen holy emblem.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did they... succeed?"
With this question in mind, he slowly stood up and looked up at the sky. He did not find any sacred light, but saw the cloudless blue sky.
Then, Robin looked around again. Surrounded by ruins, Nair General Hospital, the originally solid building had long since collapsed.
He stood up with difficulty, staggered forward, and finally saw a long-haired woman sleeping soundly with her eyes closed among the ruins.
Feeling that the sacred light that originally filled the woman's body completely dissipated, Robin finally let go of the stone hanging in his heart. He held on to a broken wall and turned his head to look into the distance.
"It seems that the disaster has ended. You have really succeeded. Considering the power that man has, being able to expel his influence from this city can be called a miracle."
"A miracle?"
At the same time, in the dark corner of the street, Gerson returned to normal with a frown on his face.
In his memory, there was still a scene where the entire city was bathed in holy light, and he remembered the strange ribbons of light flying everywhere.
But this also means that he clearly remembers how he fought fiercely with Colin under the influence of others' beliefs.
"That can't even be called a battle, it's just a unilateral beating for us!" Next to her, Catherine took off her mask, covering her wounds, half complaining, half scared: "Such a heroic man, why?
How could he be so cruel? He almost beat me to death! Of course, if it was the puppet state that was completely beyond the control of self-awareness, maybe death would also be a good destination."
"Religion is really too scary and evil!" Bald Raymond slumped on the ground, his expression solemn and worried, "The kind of person who is brainwashed and influenced by others and who sacrifices his precious life for the will of others.
I don’t want to experience such extreme emotions again, if I do, I will commit suicide without hesitation!”
As he said that, he looked at Gerson, who had an ugly expression, sighed, and said, "Don't blame yourself. This is not your responsibility. No one thought that the Cross Church's methods would be like this."
"No," Gerson took a deep breath and his expression gradually recovered, "I'm thinking, from the beginning, I have always had an idea, that is, in the face of the leakage of the virus and the disaster of the entire city, my first
My idea was not to find a way to deal with it, but to think that only the Holy Son of the Cross could save this place, and I even convinced you and that person for this. Looking back now, why do I believe so strongly? "
Raymond's expression became more serious: "You have been affected from the beginning? But how could it be? Since when? What medium?" He shook his head, "With your power, no matter how powerful the Crusaders are, there will always be some
Moving and static.”
"I probably have some ideas, but it still takes time to confirm, but this is not the most important thing right now." Gerson's scarlet eyes cast into the distance, "We also need to confirm the safety of that person."
"Yes, our biggest shame is undoubtedly that he helped us get rid of it. Otherwise, I can't think of anyone else in this city who has such power!"
Raymond said this and also looked into the distance.
"Let's go."
Suddenly, Gerson said: "He has completed his work, and next is ours. Although the Holy Light crisis has been resolved, the problem of the virus has not yet been solved. Next, we have to confirm the extent of the virus crisis!"
"He will definitely be able to come back, right?" Catherine looked over with the same expectation, "Such a powerful companion, a companion who can still maintain himself under such circumstances, is really very exciting."
"The expected scene didn't come true, Duncan."
Antonio, who was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the clear sky. The expression on his face was quite complicated, with some regrets but also relief. "But this is the best result for the city. What do you think?"
Woolen cloth?"
Duncan was silent as usual, but his heart was not at peace.
Antonio, who was familiar with Duncan, knew very well that his companion was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, so he did not speak again.
After a while, Duncan nodded and said: "The disappearance of the light of salvation does not represent our failure. Since He has appeared in this city, we should stay here."
"It's best this way." Antonio whistled, "You know, this way we can stay here and help Dora for a while. She is really working hard. She works seven jobs by herself. I heard she has to do it recently.
It's really too miserable to add two more copies. We shouldn't have allowed her to participate in the All Souls Palace because of some free choice in the first place——"
Duncan interrupted him and said: "I understand, we continue to stay here and wait for possible changes."
"Change happens silently."
Sitting in the half-destroyed carriage, Lockseda was holding a cigar in her mouth, with a cold light shining in her eyes. Next to him was Milinda, who seemed to be fished out of the water. The beautiful woman was panting violently, with golden eyes.
The light slowly dissipated.
"How? What kind of information did you get?" Lockseda asked, flicking her cigar, with an indescribable loneliness in her tone, as if she had experienced something.
"Yes, director, the latest news has been passed on, and our future plans have to be changed." Milinda didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "First, look for the Christian archbishop.
If he is still alive."
"Oh? Possibly dead?" Lockseda raised her eyebrows.
Milinda ignored the question and continued: "Second, the mission of rescuing and taking away Colin Varlan has been temporarily suspended."
Lockseda frowned and asked, "Why? Didn't you arrange the meeting and also help him free himself from religious brainwashing?"
"Specifically, the mother body has not notified me, but judging from the information I know so far." Milinda hesitated for a moment before saying: "That Colin Varlan seems to have signs of death."
dark.
Loneliness.
cold.
When all kinds of negative concepts continued to erode, some kind of power from a higher level broke out in Colin, and suddenly, a huge door appeared behind him.
Then, his consciousness slowly returned and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Where is this?"
Doubts appeared in his mind, and then Colin noticed the crowd around him.
Turning over, the crowd that had gathered dispersed slightly, and through the cracks in the crowd, I saw a strange yet familiar scene in the distance——
There is a lot of traffic and people coming and going.
A fast-paced city, a place in memory.
"I'm back? No, no, I passed through the sealed door, so this is not my previous life, but something similar to an illusion!"