Robbie's right hand penetrated from under his left rib and shot a judge from heaven with a shot.

At this time, he was still walking on his back and couldn't see the battlefield behind him, but he seemed to know where the enemy was. At the same time, his body rotated and avoided a stream of light just right. At the same time, his hands were raised left and right, and two more shots were shot.

Bang bang... In the gunshot, one judge after another fell down. No matter how fast they were, no matter what form they were in, Robbie's bullets could always accurately hit their energy cores. So they could only disappear, from the glorious Boca people, into a mass of smoke and dust that went with the wind.

Robbie was not fast. In fact, his pace was like dancing at this moment. He wandered in endless streaming light and distortion of voids. The flowing water was no longer enough to describe it. He gave people the feeling that he was enjoying, dancing with streaming light, integrating into light, and enjoying light. In this way, a stream of light was actually generated surrounding him and obeying his illusion. The entire battlefield became his stage.

"Just redemption..."

Robbie's voice sounded in the scene, very light, gentle, but very clear. Even if there were countless roars of judges, it could not suppress a trace of it.

At the same time, two gunfires happened to sound, killing the two judges out of thin air.

“Not asking.”

Robbie raised his head and just let a stream of light shot towards his head. His eyes were slightly closed and his blonde hair was floating, but his right hand shot the judge who attacked him into the sky, like a miracle.

In the eyes of the judge, Robbie at this moment was like a human-shaped armed man, although he only had two hands. His gun always appeared in the most suitable place and at the most suitable time. No one could avoid his shooting. It was as if they had charged for a long time and were waiting for the moment when they were sent to his gun.

This is a kind of intuition of gunfire, which is the ultimate embodiment of understanding gunfire. Such strong men no longer need to aim at their shooting or use the environment. Because gunfire has been integrated into their bloodlines, their souls, guns are born to them and fight for them. As long as they pull the trigger, even if they cannot hit the target, they will shoot without any effort. This is called absolute hit and the highest manifestation of spiritual unity.

No one can escape their bullets, just as no one can escape fate.

But what shocked Robbie the most was not his gun skills, nor his magical dance steps, but his expression.

He enjoys fighting and death.

Such a fierce battle, there was no sign of tension on his face, but it was so peaceful. His smile was like sunshine, dispelling the haze in everyone's heart. His voice echoed on the battlefield and entered the hearts of the people.

"The Lord gave light for life, not glory but redemption. Because the world is always fair, and there is light, there will be darkness. If everyone desires light, how can darkness bloom?"

Robbie swirled and happened to cross a judge and shot him in the back of the head.

"Dark exists in the world, it is nature and axiom. You cannot be disgusted by coldness, or avoid fear."

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness and a hint of fanaticism flashed in Robbie's eyes. His speed was a little faster. He suddenly passed through a group of judges. He shot bullets from his ribs, behind his back, on his head, and on his side.

After a moment, the judge freezes at the same time, and then breaks down and collapses in the light.

Robbie stopped and his head lowered. He looked at the spear of glory in his hand, ignoring the enemies in the sky behind him.

"The Lord's mercy is to make darkness warm and cold redemption. It is not rejected by evil, nor despised by ugliness."

"Light is given to life, and darkness is returned to my Lord."

“It is the way for the Lord.”

With a sigh, Robbie finally turned around, slowly raised his hands flat, crossed, and the 'el' flashed with a dazzling holy light.

There are many enemies in front of him, but in his eyes there is no threat.

As he said, in fact, the Judge and he believe in the same kind of light. It’s just that the two sides have different beliefs. The Judge pursues pure glory, but what he pursues is the meaning of light.

Without light, it can be obtained out of thin air. The brighter the place, the darker it is behind it. Think of this, how much pain and how many sins are behind the glory of the Boka people? If the Boka people are unwilling to bear it, then who will these darkness and pain be transferred to?

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"The light that only knows how to ask for... is not qualified..." Robbie suddenly looked up, and a biting cold light shot out from his eyes.

"It is called glory."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

‘el’ suddenly spit out a storm of gunfire. In an instant, no one knew how many guns Robbie fired and how many enemies he hit. His speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of the gun. The rain of bullets instantly laid stars in the sky, like a web of light, covering all the enemies rushing towards him.

In the rain of bullets, the judges were torn apart, and the nuclei were destroyed. The once pure light force was driven away by another holy force, just like the dirty and darkness they dispelled.

There was no scream, nor was there a cry of sadness.

All the judges seemed to be baptized in this rain of bombs of holy light. They washed their souls, their thoughts, and their sins and their ugliness. No one knew what they thought before death, but some of them could be seen from their peaceful expressions.

Maybe...they are repenting...

The sky became clear again, and white spots of light slowly fell down, and then merged into the earth. Robbie raised his head, felt the holiness among these spots of light, and felt peace in his heart.

"The realm of pure spirit is not without paradise."

"Baptitude of Light."

"Give it to all the lost lambs."

el broke into light particles in his hand. He turned around and faced Trius on the throne. He stroked his right hand and saluted. "It makes you laugh, His Highness Trius."

"Fallen Angel, Saint?"

Trius's face was no longer as calm as before, and he saw everything that had just happened. Although the strength of the Gemini siblings and Robbie was nothing to him, the other party's identity surprised him a little.

Not to mention the blood of the Gemini siblings, the holy light that Robbie showed him in the end was the part he cared about the most.

saint.

This is a name that is both in the church of the denomination and the Boca tribe in Robbie. But the meaning it represents is completely different. In the church, the saints refer to the believers who are noble in character, pure in faith, and closest to God. In the Boca tribe, it means distant legacy.

That religion was created in the age of great chaos to collect more light force.

In this religion, there is a god called God.

There is a martyr called a saint.

People who devote themselves to darkness for the sake of light. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
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