Ove, who had turned into a Wendigo, stood on the metal ruins, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and destruction.

His body gradually merged with the shadow at Xia Xiu's feet, and the broken humanity and incomplete spirituality were forcibly pulled into this strange but gentle force.

His eyes were no longer simply cold and cruel. There was a hint of pain and struggle in that cold, animalistic gaze. Something hidden deep in the human mind finally woke up.

He raised his head and looked at the powerful, cunning and insidious enemy Bodefei II who had been stabbed through his chest.

At this moment, Bodefei II's body was slowly disintegrating, and the once arrogant face was now frozen in a face full of pain.

On the other side, the figure of the angel was walking towards him step by step.

The blond young man is soaked in endless brilliance, warm and compassionate.

Ove's hand was pulled out stiffly, dripping with blood, and his fingertips were still dripping with the blood he had just pulled out of the enemy's body.

His knees were weak, and he suddenly knelt down on the cold metal plate. The metal made a harsh echo, responding to the pain in his heart.

His breathing was rapid, as heavy as a boulder pressing on his chest, filled with endless despair and self-blame.

"I...I..."

Ove murmured, his voice broken, like a child lost in the storm.

The Wendigo's form began to fade, the ferocious claws loosened, the nails retracted, his huge body gradually shrank, and the wild shell began to peel off.

The shell cracked, like a layer of dead skin falling off. With every inch of the shell cracking, Ove's true appearance gradually emerged.

His face was stained with tears and his eyes were bloodshot, but those cold animalistic qualities had disappeared, replaced by an expression of pain and self-blame.

Xia Xiu stood in front of him, the light still enveloped him.

The angel's eyes were full of pity and sadness.

"I'm sorry, Ove," the fourth swordsman in heaven said softly, with deep sadness in his voice, "I have been trying to find a way to take you away from this world... but you only have a mind, not a soul.

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"You come from a world of consciousness created by 'stimulus', a replica of fleshly emotion and consciousness created by Bodefe II's most intense unconsumed resentment."

"If I were to take you away, your memory, consciousness, and thinking would all be cleansed. At that time, what remains... I don't know if an existence like that can still be called 'Ove'."

Ove's figure trembled slightly in the light, and he knelt on the cold ground, his head hung low, unable to bear the endless sin deep in his heart.

Those children, those innocent children...

His voice was low and hoarse, like a confession squeezed from the deepest part of his soul. With infinite pain and heaviness, he said to the fourth sword holder in heaven:

"You know, my heart has long been eroded by sin..."

"The heavy guilt makes me unable to bear the ease of life. I have hurt innocent people with my angry hands,"

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground, making a small sound, revealing a desperate lament.

"I stand before you now, not for forgiveness, but for atonement."

His palm slowly fell on his heart, as if he was feeling the heavy heart oppressed by sin.

"Let me stay away from the world now, and let the new me go towards atonement. I will keep silent and never hurt others with words.

I will remain silent and endure pain instead of my anger.

I will remain silent and replace my arrogance with obedience.

I will remain silent and replace my vanity with loneliness.

Until that day, until my filthy heart is cleansed;

I will express my regret with silence and serve you to atone for my sins.

May my silence be my prison so that I will never forget the mistakes I have made.”

His words were full of painful determination, and the tears sparkling on his cheeks seemed to reflect the abyss in his heart.

Ove's palms pressed tightly against the ground, feeling the coldness and hardness of the earth. His soul was tortured by regret and pain.

"From now on I will never speak again until my sins are forgiven and my soul is redeemed."

Ove's voice was low and hoarse, coming from the deepest part of his heart, with incomparable determination and lofty devotion, "May you listen to my silence, may it become my confession——"

"Please, guide me."

Xia Xiu stared at him, his expression showing unspeakable compassion and contemplation.

The light swayed slightly behind him, reflecting the young and resolute face.

After a while, the fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven finally spoke, his voice was low, but it carried a kind of sacred majesty.

"The door of heaven has been opened for you, and the one who leads you is not death, but angels."

As his voice fell, the shadow under Ove's feet gradually expanded, pouring in like a black tide, wrapping his entire body in it.

That shadow is not cold darkness, but a warm and calm force, with endless tolerance and compassion.

Ove felt that the long-suppressed pain and guilt deep in his heart were being stripped away bit by bit, and the heaviness he had been carrying seemed to be released at this moment.

He raised his head, his eyes met Xia Xiu's, and he smiled at him with grateful eyes.

Ove felt that the burden in his heart was getting lighter and lighter, the pain deep in his soul was healed, and the endless regret and despair gradually faded away.

"Ove, you deserve this."

Xia Xiu's voice sounded again, with an indescribable comfort in his tone.

The angel gives Ove his final forgiveness and relief.

The surrounding light became softer, like a pair of invisible hands, pulling Ove up from the abyss and leading him towards the long-lost peace.

Ove's body gradually relaxed, his limbs no longer felt stiff and tired, and his mind finally found unprecedented peace at this moment.

The silent warmth surrounded him, like an invisible force guiding him towards a better world.

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Ove closed his eyes and the tears stopped flowing.

In the end, Ove was freed from the false new world, and his soul trapped in nothingness was redeemed.

At the same time, the extended shadow under Xia Xiu's feet began to squirm violently, rolling like boiling liquid.

[Fourth Legion·Silent Wendigo——]

The shadow seemed to have come to life, gradually expanding, and then, a vast white mist rose silently from the ground, covering the surrounding space.

The air was filled with an icy chill, and the silence was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps, like a ferocious beast approaching in the wilderness, bringing an endless ferocious aura.

From the gradually rising fog, a dark figure appeared.

That's the Wendigo - the embodiment of corruption and atonement.

His body is five meters high, like a walking shadow fortress.

The huge and thin figure is covered in thick [Armor of Atonement].

On the head, huge antlers are entangled, like a withered ancient tree, curved and fierce.

On the antlers, the broken chains swayed in the wind, making a crisp clanging sound.

His face was lifeless, his pale skin clinging to his rugged bones, his eyes sunken deep into their sockets, with two scarlet flames beating in them, burning with hatred and remorse for sin.

In Wendigo's right hand, he holds a pitch-black [Spear of Atonement].

The spear was so sharp that it was almost transparent, and the tip of the spear shone with a cold and deadly light.

Behind him, the weapons of the Seven Deadly Sins hang heavily on the armor, a golden axe, a pink chain, a crimson hammer...

Ding bell~ding bell~ding bell~

The Wendigo came to his monarch, his figure shrouded in mist.

He lowered his head and knelt down on one knee. The huge spear of atonement was quietly inserted into the ground, and the chain swayed gently in the wind, making a faint whine.

Xia Xiu accepted the Wendigo's kneeling worship like a king. The figure shrouded in radiance was undoubtedly the master of this ruined battlefield.

His eyes slowly moved towards Bode Fei II.

Bodefei II fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, with the fatal wound on his chest bleeding gurglingly. The bright red blood dripped along the damaged skirt, gathered on the cold ground, and dyed the surrounding metal floor red.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, his chest heaved violently, and every breath he took was like a gasp from hell. His face, which was already as pale as paper, became even paler due to blood loss, like a dying body.

"Damn-"

His eyes were burning with anger and pain that could not be concealed. All of this was a humiliation that he could not accept!!!

Tread~tap~tap~

The fourth sword-bearer in heaven stepped towards him, as if looking down at a humble loser.

He was condescending, looking down at Bodefei II with the majesty of a monarch. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a warm and spring-like smile, but his eyes were cold and ruthless, as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Bodefei II.

Shattered dignity.

"You look like a dog now."

These words were like a heavy hammer that shattered the last psychological defense of Bade Fei II. His face instantly became paler, his lips trembled, and his eyes burned with anger and humiliation.
To be continued...