Outside the City of Light, Saint Isaac’s prayer never stopped for a moment.
The tyrannical power of the saint made the pagans in the city dare not even think about getting close. Although the saint's body is only about the size of a human being, he can compete with the statue of light countless times larger than him, and he is not even a little bit taller than him.
Not falling behind either.
His power deeply shocked everyone in the city. Even if he kept praying at the simple altar set up outside the city, no one in the city dared to approach him. Anyone who dared to approach him would be killed by the pure white sword light.
Cut in half.
The saint's figure never moved at all, and his prayers were extremely pious. Sometimes, even the residents of the city would be filled with emotion when they heard the continuous prayers.
Although the saint is their enemy, his unwavering piety will shock even those who believe in the heroes of light. These people ask themselves, their piety to the heroes of light is far greater than
They cannot reach the level of saints. Perhaps this is why saints are saints, but they are just ordinary people and are far from being able to reach that level of piety.
On this day, Saint Isaac's prayer calling for reinforcements from the Holy See was interrupted by an unexpected incident.
A stone was thrown at Isaac, but it was blocked by an invisible force in front of him and could not touch his body at all.
The protection from the apostles protects Saint Isaac from any long-range harm. It is a power that changes the rules from the field of destiny under the protection of the apostles. No one must abide by it, and no one can
Violate.
Isaac opened his eyes. He was not hurt by the stones. It did not mean that he would let go of the people who threw stones at him. Dare to offend the saints appointed by the Stigmata. This is equivalent to offending the Stigma himself.
The evildoers will surely be judged by him.
A girl appeared in the sight of the saint. She held a handful of picked stones in her arms and was throwing them at the praying saint one by one.
The girl didn't seem to intend to get close to him. She just picked up stones and kept throwing them at him. Her actions were destined to be in vain. The power of the rules blocked all the stones she threw.
Isaac snorted, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the girl the next moment. The girl was frightened by Isaac's unimaginable speed. She didn't even see Isaac's movements clearly, and was frightened.
She collapsed on the ground, and even the handful of stones she picked up were scattered on the ground as she collapsed.
Isaac glanced at the girl sitting on the ground, then turned around and looked around. There was no trace of other enemies nearby. It seemed that the only one who rashly attacked him was the girl in front of him.
The girl's face was stained with gray stains, and her clothes were dirty. Her eyes were very cloudy, without the divine light and agility of a devout believer. The saint only needed to look at her to understand that she had not prayed to God.
What Isaac couldn't understand was why the girl attacked him alone? With her strength, let alone dealing with herself with the apostle's protection, even dealing with ordinary people was too difficult. Didn't the people in the city tell her,
Is this a self-destructive behavior?
Isaac thought for a while, but didn't get any answer. In the end, he had to frown, and with confusion about the question, he asked the gray-stained girl in front of him: "Why are you here? Where are your parents?"
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"They were crushed under the collapsed house in the previous battle, and are now dead." The girl said without emotion, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with herself.
The saint was unmoved: "The heretics should be punished, and their death is their own fault. Not long ago, I felt the breath of the undead in the city. Have they become undead?"
Listening to the saint's indifferent words, the girl also showed some anger on her face. She picked up the stones on the ground again and threw them at the saint with full force. However, her actions were destined to be in vain. The legendary creature could not be broken yet.
How could she do it with the apostle's protection? Her will is not enough to shake the strong shackles called fate.
"How can you say that? Even if they are really wrong, they are also my parents, what about your parents?"
Finally, after several attempts to no avail, the girl was finally discouraged. She realized that the saint was an invincible existence. At least with her power, there was no chance of such a chance. So she lowered her head and said something in her tone.
A bit sad and lost.
"My parents?" Isaac raised his eyebrows, "My parents led me into the embrace of God. I grew up in the kingdom of heaven and listened to God's teachings. Speaking of which, I no longer remember their faces.
, but I am very grateful to them for giving me such an opportunity and guiding me on the right path."
Listening to the saint's narration, the girl also became a little surprised and strange from the anger and loss at the beginning: "Wait a minute, I seem to have heard someone mention that only dead people can go to the Cloud City in the sky. You are already dead.
Are you dead? Or are you simply an undead soul?"
"I am not an undead." Hearing what the girl said, Saint Isaac immediately felt unhappy. Someone actually said that he, who shouldered justice and had already thrown himself into the arms of God, was one of those lowly and cursed undead creatures. This made him
How can we accept, "I am the Holy Spirit transformed from the soul. I am accompanied by the angels in the clouds and the noble priests. I am not an undead creature."
The girl looked at him with suspicion: "You just said that it was your parents who sent you to the kingdom of heaven? Did they kill you? Or were there other reasons?"
The saint did not answer her question: "You have too many questions, pagan. Those sufferings and trials are just tests given by God. You cannot understand this, so you can never come to the embrace of God."
Just because I don't judge your sins now doesn't mean you can stay here and quickly return to the city to wait for the judgment to come."
The girl did not do what he said, but looked at him curiously: "People in the city said that you are just pretending here, your prayers will not have any effect, and you have nothing to do with the statue of light.
, the hero of light will definitely save us in the end..."
"There are no heroes of light at all." Isaac shook his head. He did not agree with the content of the girl's words at all, and directly interrupted her words, "And my prayer will eventually be
Reach God's ears. God's response will come soon. At that time, there will be noble and holy angels who will sweep away all evil, just like..."
Isaac paused and did not continue. He believed that with the knowledge shown by the girl, it would be impossible for him to know what he was going to say next. He had never even heard it. He was just asking for trouble by saying it. "Of course there are heroes of light!" The girl didn't agree with Isaac's words. She pouted, eager to prove it to the saint, but she couldn't produce any strong evidence, so she had to say what had already been said.
The deeds known to all the residents of the city, "When ancient Erathia encountered a powerful enemy and the demon king from hell swept the world, the hero of light stood up and upheld justice for the suffering people. Not only did he kill the evil demon king, but he also purified the world.
People at that time."
"I think you are referring to the people who were judged at that time." Isaac glanced at her in surprise. Unexpectedly, the girl in front of him had been completely brainwashed by the pagans. She didn't understand what happened at all. She only knew
Tell her what those pagans taught her, "Things are not as you think, those who sweep away evil, nor are they heroes of light, but noble righteous men and holy angels."
The girl stared at him with doubt on her face: "Why do you say that? Is there anything wrong with something that everyone in the city agrees on?"
This time Isaac could only show his hands: "I think I still have some say in this matter, because that was the era I lived in. Not everyone says so, but things are right.
According to what you say, I can also ask all the holy spirits in Yunzhong City to testify for me, but that doesn’t make much sense, does it?”
The girl just snorted and looked carefully at the saint in front of her. The residents in the city said that the saint is an extremely evil existence. He is here to destroy everything in the city. He will bring the worst misfortune. Everything in the city will be destroyed.
Dramatic changes will occur because of him.
The girl's parents died in the aftermath of the previous battle. The fallen statue of light collapsed the house where they were hiding, and they died of serious injuries.
For the saint, the girl initially harbored hatred, knowing that the stones she threw could not destroy the saint's protective rules that resisted everything, but she still did not stop her movements and still threw stones at the saint.
It seems that only by doing this can the hatred in her heart be vented.
Fortunately, the saint didn't seem to care about this matter. He just used the strength he showed to frighten her actions. He was not aggressive in his words. Instead, he defended her seriously. This also made her feel towards the saint.
The disciples had a different view. He did not seem to be as evil as the residents of the city said.
At least the saints in front of me are not as evil as the undead people who kill mages wantonly in the south of the City of Light. I heard that the leader of those evil people is a terrifying existence named Rhodes. He kills everyone on sight without even having to take action.
In battle, just by looking at others, they will lose their lives, and you don't know whether the rumors are true or false.
If a girl were to judge, she would probably not believe such groundless rumors. With the ability to take away lives just by looking at it, how could such a terrifying power exist in the world? She believed that the heroes of light would never allow this.
If something happens, if such an evil force really exists, the heroes of light will definitely eliminate it completely.
But since such rumors exist, the girl also vaguely guessed what kind of cruel things the undead leader did on a daily basis. Although the saint in front of her was full of hostility towards the residents of the city, at least his nature was not
It’s considered evil.
Thinking of this, the girl looked at the saint, and the initial hatred was much lessened: "No matter what you say, the heroes of light will definitely save us, just like the heroes of light once saved the desperate people in ancient Erathia.
Just like the residents of Gomorrah."
"It seems that you know a lot of things." Isaac also showed a bit of surprise when he heard the name of the town from ancient Erathia from the girl's mouth.
He couldn't help but be so surprised. Hearing the name of a town that had been submerged in history for hundreds of years, and the name of a town from the saint's time, appeared again. In addition to being impressed by the girl's rich knowledge, the saint was also impressed by the pagans.
Their behavior is even more contradictory. They wantonly tampered with the history of ancient Erathia. I am afraid that things are not what the girl imagined.
Looking at the girl's hopeful eyes, the saint was shocked to find that her eyes were so similar to his own. They both had devout beliefs and had already entrusted their lives to someone more profound than themselves.
It's a pity that what the saints place their trust in is the only right path in this world, but the girl in front of her has unknowingly entered a dead end from which there is no turning back.
"If everything you said is true, then do you know who made the hero of light come?" The saint thought for a while and asked the girl a question that he should not have asked in the first place.
The girl heard the hint of longing and loneliness hidden in Isaac's words. He seemed to hope that the girl would tell that answer, but he was also worried that the girl could not truly feel the message he wanted to convey. For that complex emotion
The girl naturally couldn't understand the reason, and she didn't know the answer to that question. In the end, she could only shake her head towards the saint.
Seeing the girl shaking her head, the saint breathed a sigh of relief. Some things were better not to be mentioned again. When asking the girl, the saint thought she knew something. Now it seems that he is just worrying too much.
The girl only heard people mention these things occasionally, and did not know the secret that originated from ancient Erathia.
"You... don't plan to return to the town?" Looking at the girl in front of him, the saint paused for a moment before finally asking, "Holy angels have heard my prayers, but it's a pity that the angels are dealing with them.
Other difficult enemies have not been able to rush to the battlefield here. When the angel comes, everything in the city will be judged. At that time, all those who have abandoned the gods will have no place to stay. Waiting for you,
I’m afraid there will only be deep destruction.”
The girl was a little surprised. These things could never be guessed by the residents of the city. Unexpectedly, the saint, who was already powerful, had already contacted an angel who was more powerful than him and could completely destroy everything in the city. If what he said was true,
If it is true, the consequences may be disastrous.
For some reason, looking at the saint in front of her, the girl did not doubt what he said. Perhaps she was moved by the saint's previous words, or maybe it was the girl's delicate thoughts. She chose to believe in the saint in front of her, and finally stayed in