Under the dim light, Mr. Asaches was washing his hands in the basin.
Sister Celine immediately handed over a clean towel and asked, "Sir, how are you doing?"
"It seems like he won't die." Asaches thought for a while and said, "I gave him burn medicine, bandaged it, and also gave him anti-inflammatory medicine... His breathing seems much easier, but it's best to You can also send it to a hospital or clinic. After all, I am not a professional doctor, I just learned some first aid knowledge."
"I think so too." Miss Sister said hesitantly: "But before he fainted, he seemed to be resisting being sent to the hospital."
Mr. Assassis couldn't help but frowned, "You said you saw several people chasing him? Can you tell where they came from?"
Sister Selien shook her head and said: "It's too dark, I can't see clearly... They seemed to be discussing something, but the sound was too low, I couldn't hear it, and I was afraid of being discovered by them. However, it doesn't seem to be from [Free City] The person, judging by his clothing style, looks like someone from [City of Dawn].”
"[City of Dawn]?" Mr. Asaches couldn't help but be stunned.
It’s not that there are no people from [City of Dawn] in [Freedom City]… but the actual situation is that there are actually many guys from [City of Dawn] in [Freedom City].
Because the seven capitals are open to each other, as long as the admission standards are met, you can theoretically change your household registration in the seven capitals at will.
[Free City] Because of its relatively liberal atmosphere, it has attracted a group of immigrants from the seven capitals.
"If he still retains the dressing style of [City of Dawn], he should be a guy who came to [City of Freedom] recently." Mr. Asaches had his own thoughts at this time, "It's just that the Holy Maiden ceremony is approaching. There are also many people who come to [Freedom City] to travel... It seems that this clue is also very vague."
"Mr. Assass, how about I go tell the Sheriff's Department?" Sister Selien said quickly.
Mr. Asaches thought for a while and said: "Don't worry, even if you want to tell me, I will be the one to come forward...and I want to wait until this guy wakes up before making a decision."
"But he..."
"Okay." Mr. Azaches waved his hand and said, "Even if he wakes up and is injured like this, he probably won't be able to move... I won't go back tonight. I'll just keep an eye on this guy."
Sister Celine nodded hesitantly, "Then I'll get you some quilts... Well, it seems I have no choice but to work tonight."
"You!" Boss Asaxes smiled bitterly and said, "It's all my fault that I can't sponsor a parade float for you this year, so I let you..."
I saw Sister Selien shaking her head: "It doesn't matter. I wasn't included in the original list, but the college has already reported my name... By the way, you've been here for so long and you still haven't had a drink of water. Here, I'll get you a glass of water."
This is an excuse to temporarily leave and end the topic.
Mr. Azashes knew it very well and did not say anything. He just nodded lightly.
After Sister Celine left, Mr. Assassis had time to carefully look at the seriously injured person - he had just arrived at the orphanage and was busy treating the person's wounds before he had time to examine them carefully.
When he came, Mr. Azashes had not heard any rumors about the fire... But how did this man burn like this?
He looked through some of the items on the seriously injured people... most of them were burnt to black, and there was basically no useful information.
"Hey, this is..."
A cardboard box that has not been completely burned... is a matchbox.
"F... West... Grand... Hotel France?" Mr. Asaches frowned, "Isn't this hotel just..."
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It's not that he can't bear pain... On the contrary, the pain caused by the flames of the Holy Light is far less serious than the injuries he suffered when he fought against the Lord of Hell.
What he couldn't bear was the forgetfulness of his own name.
If his mind was not firm, he would not be able to reach today... After leaving the saint's residence, he quickly woke up from his chaotic mental state.
It had to be said that the disappearance of the legend was indeed far beyond what he estimated he could bear.
At this time, he was sitting on the steps beside a waterway in the [City of Freedom] like a vagabond... It was quiet enough here, even far away from the crowd - people were still cheering for the Holy Maiden's float parade.
"It is impossible to completely erase the traces of my existence..." After calming down, he quickly gained a level of understanding. Through his contact with Angel Grabe and [John] at the Saint's Residence, he understood the most important thing.
a little bit.
Substitute, or secretly change the concept.
My own legend was temporarily replaced by [John]... which means that [John] at this time has a double legend.
But it’s just as scary!
Because this [replacement] is a cognitive [replacement]...it even distorts [John's] cognition.
[John] is not as simple as the ordinary supreme being of the Kingdom of Holy Light. [John] has two different personalities. One is the supreme of the Kingdom of Holy Light and the person of the [Saint].
The other one is a person who can exist in the Garden of Eden in heaven, a person who is equal to half of the "Father", "Holy Spirit", and "Holy Son".
To put it bluntly, [John] even has the final authority in the kingdom of heaven in the absence of [the Lord].
What's even more frightening is that if the distortion of cognition even reaches [Father]...
He even instinctively refused to think deeply about the possibility in this regard, because no matter how trivial the proof was, it would explain one thing.
The new owner of the shop really has the ability to make the Holy Light disappear from all worlds with just one thought.
This is something that is enough to make people completely collapse even if they just set up a proposition.
After understanding the actual situation at this level, the young man in white couldn't help but feel extremely helpless about the current situation... He truly felt the force majeure behind the mysterious contract that existed in the Kingdom of Heaven.
"But this is a warning... or a punishment."
He had to go back to the source and think about the reasons for the current situation.
But at this moment, several uninvited guests suddenly disturbed his thinking... He was naturally unhappy, and even habitually wanted to block these harassments.
However, he obviously no longer has the power of the Holy Light.
"Finally I found you, it turns out you ran here..." A man among the uninvited guests sneered: "The burning degree is so high, and you are burned like this, and you are still alive and kicking. It seems that your will
The power is more amazing than imagined.”
The young man in white frowned subconsciously. The instant contact made him understand...the person these guys were looking for was not him, but another guy...who was also burned?
He couldn't use his power anymore, but he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone at this time - especially these, the creatures of the Kingdom of Holy Light that he had observed from above.
"You are making the mistake..."
Before the young man in white finished speaking, he felt his body numb with a shock - this feeling was like being struck with thunder by the lightning guy on Mount Olympus!
He instantly lost control of his body and collapsed on the ground. He just had time to see one of the uninvited guests, who was holding an electric shock baton in his hand.
The majestic king of heaven, the archangel who rules all the angels, was knocked down by an electric shock stick... The shame and humiliation could not explain his complicated mood at this moment.
"You're still awake? It seems your willpower is really strong!"
There was another stimulation of electric current... As his whole body twitched, the young man in white clenched his teeth tightly and grasped the opponent's arm with all his strength... But due to the continuous twitching of his body, the young man in white finally lost consciousness.
Having lost the legend and the Holy Light, his body is now far more fragile than he imagined!
"Huh, what a tough guy!" Seeing that the person had completely passed out, the guy holding the electric shock baton breathed out slowly.
"If you weren't a tough guy, how could you run out without permission despite such a high burning level?" Another uninvited guest said calmly.
"But...this guy looks a little different, doesn't he?"
"Isn't it normal for it to be burnt like this and unrecognizable?" The companion shook his head and said, "Okay, don't waste time, take this guy back as soon as possible!"
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In a distant unknown land, there is such a holy city.
Today is the day of pilgrimage in the Holy City. Devout believers from all over the world are approaching the church of the Holy City little by little by kneeling in worship.
Believers call in their hearts the name of the true God of [Almighty], [Justice], [Majesty], [Holiness], [Faithfulness], [Love], [Justice], and [The One].
At this moment, the entire Holy City seemed to be shrouded in a hazy light... and even the space seemed to be vaguely preaching the gospel.
"Faith is really a good thing."
At this moment, in a mountain peak outside the Holy City, someone was sitting on a big rock at the end of the mountain.
He is an old man whose whole body is filled with the aura of decay.
His age is even beyond the limit of human imagination... There are only a few silver-white hairs staying on the layers of his scalp.
Next to the old man stood a man with black goat horns and a large number of flesh-colored tattoos on his face.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a beard and a white robe was climbing to the top of the mountain barefoot... The man soon came to the dying old man.
The middle-aged man in white robe first looked at the old man sitting on the stone, and then at the man with black goat horns next to him. He frowned slightly, but soon his expression returned to normal.
The man with black goat horns sneered at this time and looked at the middle-aged man in white robe with a provocative look.
But they... whether it was the middle-aged man in white robe, the man with black goat horns, or the old man who seemed to be about to die, all remained silent at this time.
for a long time.
The old man said slowly: "You arrived earlier than I thought... Among them, you were also the first to arrive."
The middle-aged man in white robe said slowly: "You are aging more than I thought. This is the first time I know that you will also age to this extent."
The old man didn't seem to care about this sarcastic statement, and even smiled slightly and said: "More than just aging, my life can't even last long...I am just an ember now."
The middle-aged man in white robe couldn't help but frowned, "My feeling tells me you're not joking."
"I never play tricks on you..., you know that, [Yāhwē]."
The middle-aged man in white robe was silent. After a long time, he said expressionlessly: "Why do you have to give up everything? You have no reason to let go."
"Yes, why are you giving up everything?" The old man's eyes were dim, "I really have no reason to give up... but the actual situation is that I did give up, and in the least equivalent way."
The middle-aged man in white robe said: "What exactly do you want to do?"
"What about you, what do you want to do?" The old man's eyes suddenly regained a glimmer of light, "When you come here, it is almost equivalent to giving up everything, giving up the people who believe in you in countless worlds.
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"I haven't given up." The middle-aged man in white robe said calmly, "That's why I came."
The old man smiled lightly, "I just said that faith is really a good thing. Enough faith can even make miracles happen and make the impossible possible. But now it seems that faith is also a bad thing...it needs to make the impossible possible.
Becoming possible will naturally force you to accomplish the impossible. They think you are [Almighty] and [Unique], so you can only continue to climb in order to become truly [Almighty].
The power of faith makes you and at the same time dominates you."
The middle-aged man in white robe didn't take it seriously. He looked at the old man with compassion and compassion.
"You are waiting for someone." The middle-aged man in white robe suddenly said: "But you are not waiting for me, nor are you waiting for a few others. Who are you waiting for... Are you waiting for the person who takes everything from you?
?He seems to be in the realm of the Holy Light now."
The old man said: "What do you think he will do in the Kingdom of Holy Light?"
The middle-aged man in white robe said calmly: "No matter what he wants to do, I also trust my children. They may suffer, but they will also grow. As long as I continue to exist, they will not grow."
"What a cruel parent." The old man smiled lightly, then shook his head: "But, I'm not waiting for him."
"Then who are you waiting for?"
The old man raised his head, his eyes flickered, and said softly: "That man, his name is [Huang]."
This is a name that has never been heard of by a middle-aged man in a white robe... The old man in front of him has too many secrets - even if he looks so weak at this time.
While he was pondering, the middle-aged man in white robe suddenly found an open space near the old man and sat on the ground casually... He did not wait.
Because there is no longer a way for him to go, this is the end.
The first sub-world to appear since the birth of the dimensional void.
"You have to wait for someone anyway, and there is still time anyway." The old man suddenly suggested at this time: "How about we play cards?"
The middle-aged man in white robe didn't want to talk to the old man.
