Chapter 2630 The Dirty She and the Bloody Angel (7)
"You actually said such words in front of this thing?!"
The bishop pointed to the brothel, his voice so righteous, like some kind of divine incarnation.
But then he smiled in relief.
"But it's not important. This place will be renamed Angel Town. It will become a holy place in the future. Countless believers will come here to make pilgrimages and feel the light and grace of the God Emperor."
"Angel Town..."
"The place where the angel descended, the comet that night, you know? It's an angel, this is your glory, but such a glorious place..."
The bishop looked at the suggestive billboard of the brothel and shook his head.
"Such a filthy place cannot exist."
After hearing these words, the madam trembled with fright and hurriedly began to explain:
"We can change our name...change...move to another place, Bishop. This is the land I bought with all my savings and the house I built."
"From now on, all the land here belongs to...the church, this is the meaning above."
Even the mayor panicked and said quickly:
"What about the residents..."
"You can serve the church, or... go somewhere else."
"This is the land where our ancestors have lived for generations, Lord Bishop!"
"In suffering, we discover our strength; and only those with strength are worthy of what He gives."
The bishop answered with a passage from the Emperor's Dictionary.
"Your Majesty Bishop, can you—"
The complaints of these people finally made the bishop impatient. He still had a lot of things to do, such as the ceremony to welcome the angel, the subsequent prayers, and the blessing. You must know that he is not the only one responsible for this matter. This is this
A major event in the world's national church may very well determine the identity of the next archbishop, so his hoarse voice turned into a dangerous roar.
"Enough! You are like spoiled children who have become lazy and greedy in evil, and have become unworthy of His gifts."
At the same time, dozens of Purifiers raised their incineration guns, and fire quickly flickered between the bladed tips.
When the madam saw this, she immediately panicked and threw herself on the ground crying.
"Bishop! I'll give you money! As much as you want! Bishop!"
But the bishop only thought of her as a barking bug. It would have been an insult to him to even look at such a thing, not to mention what happened just now, and he had to destroy this stain.
“Everything is as He wishes—”
His words were then covered by the roar of flamethrowers. The Purifiers ruthlessly sprayed linear flames towards the building. Frightened people ran out of the exits. The flames quickly ignited the wood and all combustibles.
Things, burning debris from buildings crackled down.
Everyone was running for their lives, crying, grieving for their lost property, forgetting that there was one person in the mansion...
The bishop holding the shining golden eagle emblem scepter showed a satisfied smile and nodded slightly, when suddenly there was an exclamation.
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 sun's shadow.
His eyes looked crazy, and his teeth were exposed at the same time, and the mark of the Angel of Death on his chest shone brightly in the firelight, like an eagle of judgment spreading its wings——
"sky..."
The next second, with a deep sound, the bishop's twisted body and his eagle scepter were thrown against the wall like a bucket of garbage, and fell into a bloody puddle.
"Ahem..."
Elizabet was in pain, but she could only curl up on the bed. One of her legs was broken by the opponent's kick. She was surrounded by smoke and fire, and there was nowhere to escape.
She could have endured it, endured it all, and nothing would have happened, but his face always appeared in her mind, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore. She resisted for the first time, and the price was a crazy and fatal beating.
, and the poison that "mother" had people drink into her when she was extremely angry.
So now she is lying on the bed dying, surrounded by fire, waiting to be reduced to ashes...
And all she could do was wrap the blanket around her body. Every time she took a breath, her throat would be burned, and her tears would be dried up quickly. The scars and fresh bruises caused by the diseases on her body, and
The poison spreading in my internal organs was also burning and painful at the moment.
She finally knew where those seriously ill women had gone. "Mom" said she would take them to the city for treatment, but in fact she drank deadly poison and buried them in a corner of the forest.
Even if there was no fire, she would have died soon, or she should have died a few minutes ago, but a certain obsession seemed to still be supporting her nearly collapsed consciousness.
But she knew her waiting was fruitless...
Compared with physical pain, real pain comes from despair...
She did not wait for the angel of salvation...
He is not the angel who redeems her...
This may be her destined ending, but at least, in the end, she resisted...
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and then something pushed the door in, and his huge body tore various parts of the door frame.
The burning door curtain hung on his shoulders, burning and fluttering under the heat wave, like two burning wings.
Elisabeth's eyes widened, looking at the man in the flames. The fire reflected his armor red, but made his eyes even brighter, as if he was an angel of death walking from hell. Even the flames seemed
They all feared him and stayed away from him.
After a moment, he opened his legs, walked to her step by step, and half-knelt down.
Jacob stared at the girl. Her face had turned a terrible purple color. One eye was beaten so hard that she could no longer open it. Her lips and forehead were also broken. Her cheeks were swollen. Her nose was bleeding all the time.
It's all blood, and the breath is dying...
He clenched his fists, his heart filled with annoyance. If he had stopped her or followed her, these things would not have happened.
Anger and guilt rolled inside him, gnawing at his soul like a poisonous snake, but he whispered the other person's name as gently as possible.
"....Alyssa Bate, I'm Jacob, I'm here to pick you up."
Elisabeth smiled, or 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 her best to reach out her hand, but stopped again.
"Angel, can my filthy body...can I touch you?"
Jacob stretched out his hands and gently picked up the broken body, and then stood up.
She is so light, as light as a broken puppet, as light as a wisp of smoke that will float away at any time...
"...You are not a piece of trash, you are also my angel, Elizabet."
Alisabet really smiled, even though black blood was dripping from her mouth, she raised her hand with difficulty and brushed Jacob's face with her fingertips.
"That's... great..."
As her slender arms hung down feebly, the girl who had suffered so much finally fell asleep in the arms of her angel with a satisfied smile.
Jacob stood there, then slowly raised his head, staring at the flames rolling ceiling.
He was very angry now, very angry, or in other words, he hated everyone, and his heart was filled with the strong desire to kill everyone. When he realized that his previous desperate battle was just to let more scum survive, his
Breathing becomes heavy.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a voice appeared in his ear, telling him all the lies he had encountered, urging him to kill and liberate himself...