Chapter 265 The long-penetrating vision

"You killed a lot of people."

Looking at this old friend with a complicated expression, Gerost smiled bitterly, his eyes full of loneliness, "You have killed too many people before you can pull down the knot. Even if it is to avenge me, you shouldn't do this."

Releasing the great knot in advance and isolating the entire Jordan from South England. This move directly or indirectly killed countless civilians. Gerost's heart sank. He did not expect that his old friend's hatred would be stronger than his. If he had known this, he would not have evaporated the world and cut off contact with Christine.

"You're quite narcissistic."

With a disdainful sarcasm, Christine held his sword tightly, pulled the corner of her mouth and said to Gerost, who was shocked, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Do you really think I can't see through Roya?"

The right hand was released, then placed on the blade and clenched. Blood gushed out instantly and sprinkled on this barren land. Christine "looked at" the falsehood that was imprisoned in place by invisible forces in front of him, endured the mental pain, and grinned, and a crazy and sad smile appeared on his face.

"I understand people's hearts better than you."

He held the blade tightly with his hands, and blood spread from the blade like life, inserted into this land called Jordan. At this time, the false had just walked out of the dizziness just now. He opened his mouth and wanted to roar out his words, but was frightened to find that he could not use any words.

"Absolution: Heroes should not be imprisoned here!"

A bloodstain suddenly appeared from the earth and fell on Gerost. In a blink of an eye, Gerost, who had originally been locked in every cell, felt his whole body relaxed, and the invisible pressure suddenly dissipated. The relaxation made him stagger a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

Christine was standing on the earth at this time, and blood was already flowing in the soil in his body. At this time, he had lost all his blood, and the long sword in his hand was flashing with strange patterns, which made people feel frightened.

"I have been observing Roya the day you pretended to die."

The false hand that returned to God held the dirty sheep's horns and wanted to pierce into the blood-red earth. But when the sheep's horns were on the fragile soil, a wave of nothingness almost poured onto the ground. At this moment, a trace of panic flashed through the false heart. He was very familiar with the method of counteracting his attack, so familiar that he was afraid.

He never expected that the knot he had transformed would become a weapon to imprison him.

"Anger, disappointment, these emotions are normal, really normal."

With his sword slightly leaning forward, Christine was as solemn as a stone statue. He spoke and said to Gerost: "But I found an emotion that should not belong to him in his eyes buried in anger."

"Relieve."

Relieve...

Gerost was stunned, then he understood what Christine meant, smiled bitterly, and said in a complicated tone: "Did you take me as his target?"

"He was disappointed with humanity earlier than you."

Like a conductor on the stage, Christine waved the sword blade right, and a blood light covered the false eyes. The next second, an airflow burst out from the earth, and countless needles of strange colors pierced out of the ground and pierced into the false body. Accompanied by the silent roar of pain, Christine continued:

"The death of his family was not accidental. A few years ago, I found a dusty file, a record of calling for help."

"His father had a very keen observation. He had noticed the vampire's activity before the weird one day and reported it. But because of his father's origin, the aristocratic class disdained the record of the mixed-race call for help, and did not even do superficial work."

"Later, a weird disaster broke out. In order to cover up his poor supervision, the nobles pushed out Roya's dead father, making him the target of public opinion, and his parents' grave was once dug and shoveled. If you hadn't taken Roya to defeat Roya in the end, his family would have been hung forever on the pillar of shame in history."

He closed his hands and stabbed the sword into the ground, bringing a burst of blood.

"This file was read earlier except for me. I think you know who it is."

After hearing Christine's words, Gerost lowered his eyes in silence. He didn't know what to say, nor did he know what emotions to use to face his dead "disciple".

Human beings took away his parents, and even further made his dead parents be nailed to the pillar of shame of public opinion forever. Because of greed, human beings can give up without hesitation to save the heroes of Jordan, kill Roya's only spiritual pillar with the knife behind them, and bury them into the long river of history.

It can be said that Roya has never felt the kindness of human beings. But even so, Roya did not choose to use the power of the Gospels to destroy human beings. On the contrary, because of the bad roots of human beings, he wanted to pull the pure human soul into the gospel world and build a more perfect world.

Of course, his sins were too numerous to be written, countless people died because of him, and countless families were broken because of him. But as Loa's master, it is better to say that Gerost was suffering because of Loa's actions than hating Loa's actions.

After he pretended to die, in order not to let Christine and Roya be forced to oppose England South because of himself, and because he did not want to step into the city that made him sad, Gerost had been incognito for decades. However, now he is suffering from his actions at that time. If he had not concealed his life, all this would not have happened.

Now that Roya is dead, he has no time to repay the blood debt he owes.

"This kid died so unknown, I have to wipe his butt."

Christine twisted her neck, closed her eyes, and smiled helplessly: "This kid is also good at fortune telling, and he met two good masters."

"I founded the Great Knot Realm. I have kept every rune and every node here in my heart."

Holding his hands tightly, Christine felt the power of illusion, and her voice was a little ethereal: "Roa thought his changes were seamless, but in my eyes, there were loopholes."

"It's a pity that the gospels in their heyday were still too strong in manipulation of the human body. I was forced to forget that the action of Roya and his, and that the knot was changed. But..."

The chains broke out and wrapped around the fake huge body. The veins on Christine's neck burst out, and he forced himself to hold his body and said word by word: "Don't forget, I am the patron saint of Jordan."
Chapter completed!