At the end of the sky, the stream of light symbolizing destiny around the saint is being peeled off layer by layer, replaced by a force originating from the bottom of the heart and an undying courage.
"Tell me, what did you see?"
Feeling the clear will of the saint, the Demon King also showed an interested look: "Those miserable walking corpses, have they ever made you feel angry? Do you also feel the pain from them?
The absolute evil of cowardice?"
"You are wrong."
The devil answered with the saint's resolute eyes: "Looking at the whole incident, I only saw one kind of evil. It was not anyone below who caused this evil, but you and me. It is precisely because of our standing by and watching that
This leads to things eventually reaching an irreversible point."
The sad saint glared at the devil at this moment: "We could have changed everything. We could have helped those who were suffering so that they would not have to suffer anymore! You kept claiming that they were zombies, but you allowed the whole thing to worsen.
, what have you done for them?"
"You can't help anyone. The reason why walking zombies are walking zombies is all their own fault. The will to become heroes has long existed in their hearts, but they are willing to endure that cowardice and let their souls sink in their fate.
,Only by becoming true heroes can they save themselves!"
Facing the furious saint, the Demon King also burst out with a prairie fire of wrath. The dark wings spread out behind him, and the supreme sword in his hand also rolled up the blazing fire of doom: "Those despondent walking corpses, that
A group of ignorant mediocre people, they don’t deserve to live in this world. Only heroes are qualified to live in the new world after the trial ends.”
The saint raised his head and said, unwilling to be outdone: "Do you think heroes should be superior to others? The so-called hero is to guide and protect the walking corpses you call, and to stand up in times of crisis to fight against demons like you.
, instead of standing idly by like this, let alone just blaming and complaining about those people who are already living in pain, you don’t deserve to be called a hero at all.”
At the end of the sentence, the saint's body trembled slightly: "I could have stopped this matter, I could have brought hope to those people, but the pride in my heart prevented me from doing so. I didn't dare to make a bet
I lost to you, and I didn’t dare to bow to the evil in the slightest. That inaction was my biggest sin. They believed in me, but I failed to live up to their expectations. Now I finally understand that I want to go back.
Go to the ground and do what I should have done early in the morning."
The saint was about to jump down, but the devil stopped him: "Don't you think it's too late to give in now? What has happened has completely happened, and you can't undo it."
"It will never be too late. Even if I can only help one person in the end, I will be willing to do so."
Enlightenment and remorse intertwined in the saint's heart. The pride that bound the saint's heart was finally completely let go. When the saint, who was light-hearted, raised his head again, the only thing that existed in his eyes was the most beautiful thing.
Pure courage and the will to no longer be bound by fate.
Today, Isaac is not only a saint, but also a completely awakened hero. The brilliant heroic will is completely condensed in his mind, and the courage is filled in his heart, which seems to be innate.
The specialty of a hero also blooms quietly in his heart.
Looking at Lucifer who was looking at himself, Isaac asked: "You want me to do one thing, what is it? I always do what I say, and when the matter is over, I will definitely avenge you today, no matter what
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will not give up on this matter."
"You've done it."
Lucifer said calmly, he raised the supreme sword tempered by fire above his head, and fire clouds spread in the sky: "I want you to become a hero, I want you to transcend the walking corpses and see the scenery beyond destiny.
Go back and succeed the Holy Judgment Angel. I am very curious about how the Stigmata will react when they see you becoming a hero. You are my great gift to the Stigmata."
Isaac was slightly startled. He never imagined that what Lucifer asked him to do was actually such a thing. Before he could think clearly, he heard the devil's whisper ringing in his ears again: "Since
The matter is over, and the zombies below are useless. I will give them the...judgment they deserve."
The fire shined from the end of the sky, dyeing the entire sky blazing. The people below kept exclaiming, mistakenly thinking that it was a miracle. The red clouds flew in the sky, and the fire of doom poured down from the sky. All sufferings, all
All sins will be wiped out in the Doomsday Judgment.
Isaac's expression changed with alarm. Seeing that Lucifer no longer meant to stop him, he hurriedly spread out his white wings and flew back to the ground before the fire of doom completely engulfed everyone below.
"Isaac...you finally came back, I knew you would never abandon me."
As the saint fell from the sky and accurately returned to Sania's side, the girl's face also showed a bit of joy. Her devout prayers finally paid off. In times of crisis, the saint will never let her down.
expectations, but return with hope.
"We have no time. The Doomsday Judgment will soon destroy everything here. We must save Irene before the Judgment comes and the Doomsday Fire burns everyone away."
Isaac interrupted Sania's words. He was unable to stop the master of hell. He could only try his best to save more people at the moment of the doomsday judgment.
The doomsday fire with a long flame tail fell from in front of the two people, instantly igniting the earth. The hot sulfur and flames were enough to destroy everything. Sania was shocked. She had no doubt that as long as
If she even touches a falling spark, her entire body will turn into ashes in an instant, and even the saints can't save her.
Sania, who was frightened in her heart, did not bother to ask the saint how he knew Irene's name. She just assumed that the saint knew the existence of Irene from her prayers, so she begged the saint: "Isa
Grams, you said that the Doomsday Judgment will destroy everything. Will it be too late for us to find Eileen now? She has been taken away by those children long ago. Otherwise, you should take me to a safe place first.
Right."
"No, we must still have time." Isaac did not hear the strangeness in the girl's words. He accompanied justice and protected his weak nature, so that he would not say anything without confirming that Irene was dead.
To give up such a living life so easily.
After saying that, Isaac pulled Sania over and flew quickly towards the direction of the city lord.
As a saint, Isaac has the blazing wings given by fate. Although they are only two wings, far less than the six wings of the real Holy Judgment Angel, they can still make Isaac regard mountains and rivers as nothing and fly freely in the air.
Soar.
Isaac rarely uses the power of the Blazing Wings. He prefers to measure the earth with his own feet. Only at extremely critical moments will the pair of wings appear from behind him.
Isaac walked through the rain of fire all over the sky. Sania, who was held by him, screamed from her mouth, as if the fire of doom had completely ignited her. If she was not careful, her life would be completely destroyed.
, the Doomsday Judgment in which the soul is also exterminated, only saints have the courage to step into the trap and risk their lives to save others.
Soon, Isaac saw the target he was looking for, Irene who was at a loss under the rain of fire, and the frightened city lord beside him.
The judgment brought down by the Demon King burned down the entire Mingyue City in an instant, and the river outside the city was completely evaporated. The few people who survived for the time being could not escape the fire of doom that was approaching. The three bells echoed over the town.
There was a loud noise, and they were instantly drowned out by people's cries. Under the trial, the children forgot their original fanaticism. When everything turned into ashes, everything in the past seemed to be irrelevant.
Upon discovering the arrival of Saint and Sania, Irene's eyes showed a bit of surprise, and then turned into the purest joy.
Seeing the saint descending from the sky, the city lord ran to the saint as if he had found a savior, and asked quickly: "Saint Isaac, the sacrificed person in ancient Erathia, we are planning to follow your example.
In the past, a grand sacrifice was completed to call for a miracle to come and save everyone. Why did such a disaster suddenly occur? Did we do something wrong?"
Isaac looked at him indifferently: "You don't understand what salvation means at all, do you?"
The city lord was stunned and had no time to wait for his answer. Isaac continued: "This is the doomsday judgment sent down by the arrogant king in hell. You are completely unable to resist it. Until now, we are the only ones who pray together sincerely and hope for the Stigmata."
I am willing to provide you with destiny protection, so you have a glimmer of hope."
After hearing the saint's words, the city lord did not dare to neglect, and immediately called out the scattered desperate people nearby, asking them to form a circle together, hold hands and pray devoutly as the saint said.
Isaac closed his eyes tightly at this moment and called out the name of the Stigmata devoutly from the bottom of his heart. Soon, his call seemed to be answered, and the mysterious light spread out from his body and enveloped everyone nearby.
.
After feeling the emergence of that burst of light, the saint seemed to be relieved: "We succeeded. This is the blessing of fate. Although it is only temporary, nothing can harm us under this layer of protection."
You."
The city lord with cloudy eyes felt the power of invulnerability and invulnerability derived from his destiny at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his head and shout, but he didn't expect the fire rain to fall at his feet, and in an instant he would be destroyed.
His body was set on fire, and he immediately turned into a pile of ashes without even uttering a last word.
"What..." This discovery also made the saint slightly stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw. Before he could think about it carefully, several screams came from not far away, as well as ashes floating in the air.
, let him understand what happened.
The protection formed by the power of fate actually failed at this moment. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the saint would never have believed that such a thing would happen. This was completely beyond his expectation. Lucifer's
Even fate cannot stop the doomsday judgment.
The rain of fire fell on the saint's back, but it only burned him until his body hurt, and did not bring any further destruction. More rain of fire poured down, and there was no longer any space for passage in the nearby sky.
Everyone was trapped and died under judgment.
With no time to think too much, the Saint quickly focused on the two most important people. He said to Sania and Irene:
"The way to leave has been completely blocked by the rain of fire. I can only wrap one person with my wings to protect him from harm... I must ask you a serious question, and I hope you will answer it seriously. Who do you think is the best between the two of you?
Should we live more?"
Memories of the past came to the saint. Hundreds of years ago, someone asked him a similar question. Isaac thought he would never ask such a question, but due to the situation, he finally
Made a similar choice.
Sania was anxious, never expecting that the saint would ask such a question, and hurriedly said: "Isaac, you brought me here, of course you should protect me, not to mention you don't know Isaac at all.
Lin, you’ve known me for so long, shouldn’t you help me?”
"She's right." What Isaac didn't expect was that even Irene was speaking for Sania. "If I'm not wrong, everything I know and all my companions will die.
Under the fire and rain, in this case, there is nothing in the world worthy of my nostalgia, so I might as well give the opportunity to Sania. Sania, although I have not known you for a long time, I do not regret becoming a woman with you.
My friend, you must live well with the help of the saints."
Sania nodded quickly and looked at the saint with hopeful eyes, but she only saw the disappointed eyes of the saint.
"Before coming here, I met a demon king. He asked me why humans choose to be cowardly. I didn't answer because I didn't know the answer."
When the rain of fire was about to submerge all things, the saint finally said: "The only thing I know is the taste of sacrifice. I once died in the hands of the person closest to me, and was sacrificed to the gods by him. It was not a pleasant feeling.
, so when I have the opportunity, I will not let things happen again. Those who are willing to sacrifice will be saved by me, and those who are cowardly will be buried in the sea of fire."
Sania's vision became desperate little by little. Isaac pushed her away and protected Irene with his wings before the rain of fire came.
"No...no, you can't do this, Isaac, I curse you..."
Before Sania could finish her words, the fire of doom completely engulfed her body, and in the end, all that was left was a trace of ashes.
The fire burned for three days and three nights, leaving nothing but ashes. The entire Silver Moon City was wiped off the map. The angel, who was late in discovering the clues, was helpless against the raging fire of doom.
We can only wait for the moment when the flame goes out naturally.
It wasn't until the moment the flames were completely extinguished that the angels were surprised to find that in the center of the vast scorched earth, a flawless white saint with his wings burned was half-kneeling on the ground, and under the saint's arms, a girl was
He fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that apart from his physical weakness, he had no other serious problems.