The sun has not fallen, and the clouds are still dense.

Gerost stood quietly under the dark and treacherous sky. He lowered his head, unable to see clearly. His clenched fists and his slightly trembling body told everyone that he was not calm. The false and devastated in front of him were all devastated, and his huge body leaned against the building beside him, swallowing the light.

False is not dead.

Gerrost, stained with false blood, raised his head and covered his face with one hand. The cross blade hung on the ground, refracting a faint silver halo.

"Old guy, what you said is wrong..."

Under his palm, Gerost's dull voice sounded. He held the sharp blade in his hand tightly, and the blue veins swelled up, "I'm really not a good master."

I taught Roya how to distinguish the evil of human beings and how to deal with human nature. But in the end I was betrayed by human nature. I taught him too much, but the only thing I didn't teach him the most important truth.

"No one can save anyone who does not save himself."

The holy silver light slowly flowed from Gerost's heart into his blood. Gerost put down his hand, and the silver-forged evil ghost mask covered his face.

People who give up, people who don’t know how to be grateful, choose to hold people who spend their lives with numbness, hate people who choose to change. Luo Ya, you don’t understand until the end that these people are not worth saving, but that you can’t save them at all.

You can't save anyone at all, not whether it's worth it or not, but that's not possible.

"Huh~"

The steady and soothing long breath suppressed the anger in Gerost's chest. This was his anger towards the false god, and even more angry at himself, and a kind of helpless sorrow.

What Roya didn't know was that human beings never needed a savior or a second god. The brave man who had saved the world had never played the greatest role in disasters. The one who truly saved the world was human beings united and condensed by the brave.

"I killed only one hundred and thirty monsters in the weird disaster."

It seemed to be talking to myself, and it seemed to be talking to people who would never respond. Gerost felt the gradually condensed power of the sharp blade in his hand and murmured to himself: "Kristen killed 120, you killed 50."

"There are only 300 weirdos that are truly killed by the so-called heroes."

The silver light in the blood began to dim. Gerost raised the cross blade. In the cloudy Jordan, Gerost did not have any emotional fluctuations. He was like a body that had lost his soul, losing his "color".

"What really saved this country was 126,713 soldiers who died in battle and 3 million people who died in disaster."

The trembling hand stopped, and the huge body in front of him slowly stood up, regaining the falsehood of authority, tearing open the mud in his body and smashing it hard on his chest. Gerost just closed his eyes tightly, so that he would not look at the false body. He wanted to hold him back before the falsehood completely restored his authority.

The Savior saves the world.

Human beings need to save themselves.

"You are not a human!"

He could sense the false anger roaring of Geroster's soul fluctuations. In order to create a perfect fusion, he did not completely implant his power into Geroster's body. He could completely control Geroster at his heyday, but now, he has lost this ability.

He must be stopped, he must be stopped!

"You are not human at all! You are weird, illusion, stitched monsters! Why do you want to save those who have betrayed you?"

"Help me, I make you a demigod, I will let you take charge of Jordan. I can gain this world, I can gain the authority of all gods, you follow me, I will make you supreme! I will give you everything you want."

"Oh."

He lowered his head and bit the last cigarette. Gerost wiped his finger and lit the cigarette butt, raised his eyes, staring at the malignant body with scars, and then Gerost smiled.

"Do you want one?"

The disaster of evil spirits is the proof of silver.

The silver light shines above the sky. This is the "God Gift" that Gerost has obtained after entering the realm of God's Gift. Unfortunately, he has never used this power before. The weirdness of the past is not enough, and even the Plague Knights can't do it.

The miraculous silver cross robbed the light of the sky. It was covered with shadows, and the haze had nowhere to escape. The false open mouth was roaring loudly, but it was useless.

"I bet I can accomplish it."

The murmur was blocked by a harsh roar. Gerost held up the cross blade in his hand, walked towards the false with the cross brought by the silver certificate.

"This is impossible!"

The cross that had plundered the darkness and light shone on the false body. He stared at the huge cross in horror and shouted in disbelief: "I have never given you such power!"

"I know."

With heavy steps, the faint firelight from the cigarette butts shone in Gerost's eyes. He said softly, "You don't deserve this kind of power."

“I don’t deserve it either.0”

The short mortal held the cross given by God and walked slowly towards the terror of the devouring kingdom. In this battle of miracles, Gerost was like a witness, extremely small.

The cross of judgment fell, and at this moment, all the light was taken away. Black lost its existence, and the haze could not be retained in the world. The sky was still covered with dark clouds, but the earth was shrouded in the light.

I saw it falsely.

He saw why, Gerost would have this power.

"Gaia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The hysterical roar was replaced by the roar, and the false was nailed to the spot by countless lights. He was strangled by invisible force, slowly lifted up and placed on the cross. The light slowly faded away, and Gerost slowly collapsed on the ground, and the ashes fell between his neck, leaving a faint black mark.

"I won the bet, the same as a bottle of ale."

His vision began to blur, feeling the falsity of constant struggle, Gerost raised his weak hand, slowly took off the hot cigarette butt, and threw it aside.

What a pity, you are going to break the appointment this time.

Close his eyes and darkness swept over. When Gaia used the silver cross to suppress the false power in his body left his body, the false began to erode his body.

The weirdos that were originally cut off began to regain their strength, and they began to swarm in and rush in the false direction. The false was angry, and this time, he was going to destroy the city.

Gerost was lying on the ground, and he could no longer feel the cold touch. Now he seemed to be thrown into the abyss of nothingness, and the twists of the elixir spread every inch of his body, swallowing his perception. He closed his eyes, sighed, and smiled again.

Unexpectedly, so do I.

Can't drink it...

"One is enough."

A familiar, reassuring voice suddenly rang.

"I'll feel really uncomfortable if I die."
Chapter completed!