"You actually said such words in front of this thing?!"
The bishop pointed at the brothel, and his voice was so righteous, like a kind of sacred incarnation.
But then he smiled relievedly.
"But it doesn't matter. This place will be renamed Angel Town, and it will be a holy place in the future. Countless believers will come here to pilgrimage and feel the light and grace of the God Emperor."
“Angel Town…”
"Do you know the place where the angels came, the comet that night? It is an angel, this is your glory, but it is such a glory..."
The bishop looked at the brothel's billboard full of hints and shook his head.
"You can't have such a dirty place."
After hearing this, the madam was frightened and hurriedly began to explain:
"We can change our name...change...change a place, bishop, this is the land I bought and built with all my savings."
"From now on all the land here belongs to the... church, which means above."
Even the mayor was panicked and said quickly:
"What should the residents do..."
“Can serve the church, or… go somewhere else.”
"This is the land where our ancestors live for generations, Lord Bishop!"
"In suffering, we find our strength; and those who have strength deserve what He gives."
The bishop answered with a passage from the Emperor's Word.
"Master Bishop, can you-"
The complaints of these people finally made the bishop impatient. He had a lot to do, such as the ceremony of welcoming the angels, the subsequent prayers and blessings. You should know that he is not the only one responsible for this matter. This is a major event in the national religion in this world, and it is likely to determine the belonging of the next archbishop, so his hoarse voice turned into a dangerous roar.
"Enough! You are like spoiled children, becoming lazy and greedy in evil, becoming unworthy of His gifts."
Meanwhile, dozens of purifiers, lifting their incineration guns, the fire quickly flashed between the tips of the blade.
Seeing this, the madam immediately panicked and threw herself on the ground and cried.
"Bissar! I will give you any money! It's okay! Bishop!"
But the bishop only thought she was a croaking bug. Originally, it was an insult to look at this thing more, not to mention that what happened just now had to destroy the stain.
“Everything is what He wants—”
Then his words were covered by the roaring sound of the flamethrower fire. The purifiers ruthlessly sprayed linear flames at the building. The frightened crowd ran out from the exit. The flames quickly ignited the wood and all the combustible materials, and the burning debris of the building fell down.
Everyone was running for life, crying, saddened by their lost property, forgetting that there was another person in the mansion...
The bishop holding the shining golden eagle emblem scepter showed a satisfied smile and nodded slightly. At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly rang out.
Attracted by this disturbance, the bishop turned around, but was stunned for a moment. A giant stood behind him like a black shadow, enough to block the shadow of the sun.
His eyes looked crazy, and his teeth were revealed, and the death angel mark on his chest shone brightly in the fire, as if it were a winged eagle of judgment—
"sky..."
The next second, accompanied by a low voice, the bishop's twisted body and his Skyhawk's scepter were thrown on the wall like a bucket of trash, and fell into a pool of bloody flesh.
"Ahem..."
Alisabet was in pain, but she could only curl up on the bed. One of her legs was kicked off by the other party, and there was nowhere to escape.
She could have endured it, and there would be nothing to do, but his face always appeared in her mind, and she could not bear it any longer. She resisted for the first time, and the price was crazy and fatal beatings, and the poison that "mom" had someone to pour on her under extreme anger.
So she is lying on the bed dyingly, surrounded by fire, waiting to turn into ashes...
All she could do was just wrap the blanket around her body. Every time she breathed, her throat would be burned, and tears would soon be dried up. The scars and fresh blood stasis on her body, as well as the poison that spreads in her internal organs, were also burning and painful at this moment.
She finally knew where the seriously ill women had gone. "Mom" said she took them to the city for treatment, but in fact she drank the deadly poison and buried it in a corner of the forest.
Even without the fire, she would not be alive for a long time, or she should have died a few minutes ago, but a certain obsession seemed to support her almost disintegrating consciousness.
But she knew that her waiting was fruitless...
Compared to physical pain, the real pain comes from despair...
She didn't wait for the angel of redemption...
He is not the angel that redeems her...
This may be her destined ending, but at least, in the end, she resisted...
Suddenly, a loud noise came up, and then something pushed the door open and his huge body tore up all parts of the door frame.
The burning curtain hung on his shoulder, burning and swelling under the heat wave, like two burning wings.
Alisabet widened his eyes and looked at the man in the flames. The fire turned red in his armor, but made his eyes brighter, as if it was an angel of death coming from hell. Even the flames seemed to fear him and stay away from him.
In a moment, he stepped out, walked to her step by step, and half-kneeled down.
Jacob looked at the girl, her face was already showing a terrible blue-purple color, one eye was beaten so hard that it could not be opened, her lips and forehead were also broken, her cheeks were swollen, her nose was bleeding, her body was covered in blood, her breath was dying...
He clenched his fists, his heart full of annoyance. If he had called her at that time or followed her, these would not have happened.
Anger and guilt rolled in his heart, gnawing on his heart like a poisonous snake, but he whispered the other person's name in a gentle tone as much as possible.
".....Alisabet, I'm Jacob, I'm here to pick you up."
Alissabet laughed, or she cried, because her face could no longer tell whether she was crying or laughing at the moment, and finally nodded.
"Well... take me away, angel."
Then, she tried hard to reach out her hand, but stopped again.
"Ange, my filthy body... can I touch you?"
Jacob stretched out his hand and gently picked up the broken body, then stood up.
She is so light, as light as a broken puppet, as light as a wisp of smoke, which will float away at any time...
"...You are not a filthy, you are my angel, Alissabet."
Alisabet smiled truly. Even though black blood was flowing from her mouth, she raised her hand with difficulty and brushed her fingertips across Jacob's face.
"That's really...so good..."
As the slender arms drooped weakly, the girl who suffered finally fell asleep in the arms of her angel with a satisfied smile.
Jacob stood there, then slowly raised his head and stared at the ceiling where the flames were rolling.
He was angry, angry, or hated, hated everyone, and his heart was filled with the strong desire to kill everyone. When he realized that the battle he had fought before was just to let more scum survive, his breath became heavy.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to appear in his ear, telling all the lies he had encountered, urging him to kill and liberate himself...
Kill, kill, kill!
Chapter completed!