Saint

Chapter 17: dawn (two)

Fulan Fleur finally got the chance. He was venting his depression for several days, and his body with great strength made him very happy. At first, Fulan also quietly thanked the people who gave him new life. Although ugly and strange, living is better than anything. What's more, Fulan is glad that it's not 100 years later, and he still lives in the era he is familiar with. But from their conversation, Fulan realized that he was just an experiment of a big man and would be destroyed sooner or later. And these people who are addicted to research have no morality to speak of. The midnight butcher a few years ago was what they did in order to seek experimental materials. Dozens of victims have become the sacrifice of the greedy desire of the fanatic. Life belongs to one's own. No one, even the earthly monarch and the gods in the sky, has the right to harvest arbitrarily. "I find you guilty," thought Fulan. The last glimmer of light in the ark of eternity flickered and went out. It is enough to let every divine official and mage yearn for energy, squander it in vain, leaving only a pile of worthless waste wood. The destruction of the sacred things made the power supporting the stone wall of the water channel disappear. The supernatural battle has long fragmented the stone structure, and the whole waterway is shaking like an earthquake. The cracks are spreading like cobwebs, and the gravel is falling from the cracks. This waterway will collapse at any time. Leo's skull like hand grasps Fulan's foot, and he doesn't cry out rationally, "after more than ten years of planning, the God of success is in front of you, but it's ruined by your experimental white mouse who knows nothing." Just saying that, Leo has aged a lot again, his dry hair has turned into powder, and large old age spots make his skin black and brown and no longer shiny. Time is the most luxurious thing for him. "Sir, or call you Angete J, I learned your name in the conversation of others." Fulan looked at the old man pitifully, "I really know nothing about the sacred things, gods, these unimaginable things, but between heaven and earth, there is the highest iron law: crime, that is, to be punished." He got rid of the dying old man's hand and ran out of the water channel. "I'm a God. In this world, who can judge the gods?" Leo laughed hoarsely. In the horrible and miserable laughter, like a rock eroded by the wind for hundreds of years, it turned into a pile of dust. Time abandoned the maniac completely. Outside the hall, Fulan saw Matilda. The crazy girl was in a semi coma state, and her long fingers were still shaking unconsciously, as if she wanted to hold a sword not far away. The closed eyes and pale face make the girl lose her cold seriousness, like a young chrysanthemum in the cold wind. After all, the girl is still a child under sixteen years old. From the clothes full of religious plots, Fulan recognized that the girl was not an enemy, but a member of the Knights stationed in the city. Fulan put her under his arm and ran towards the water outlet. When it was able to see the light penetrating into the sluice, Matilda was awakened by the jolt. She blinked in disbelief, and was immediately convulsed. Was the thrilling fight just over? Now who is running with himself? Is it the Paladin who came to help? Matilda laboriously turned his neck, and what came to his eyes was a large piece of pale skin with pinholes and sewing traces, an unusually thick arm, and a looming thing from the gap between the robes tied to the waist at will. It seems to be aware of her awakening. The man looked down and showed a very distorted expression - Matilda was not sure whether the expression was smiling. "You wake up? If you insist, you can go out." the red eye monster said, but the voice was unexpectedly pure, very standard Byron accent. The young girl realized that the fight was not over, and she fell into a more terrible situation. The monster actually touched her waist with her hand, and her face had to be next to the ugly skin without temperature, and the half naked, black and disgusting things that only men have. She is destined to devote to heaven, and her pure and pure body is being defiled by the evil heresy. The girl began to struggle desperately. The monster was very strong and she couldn't get rid of it. "Please don't be afraid, I know that I look scary, and I'll explain when I escape the waterway." the monster tightens his arm again, "don't make it, or we'll all die here." "I prefer to die." Matilda finally touched the dagger in the boot and tied it to the monster's waist. The monster screamed, threw her down and rolled several times on the ground. "You..." Fulan covered the wound and scolded angrily. Soon, he found another magical part of the body, the big cut, which was soon healed. "Monsters, you should stay in hell." Matilda sat on the ground and pointed a dagger at Fulan. The girl knows that this magic dagger is her secret weapon. In a strong creature, as long as a small wound is drawn, it will start to corrupt from the inside of the body. But this one who can speak should be a monster with human like wisdom, nothing. Is it a devil called by heretics from the endless abyss? Matilda made up his mind that if he could not resist, he would end his life with a dagger. It was better to die than to be invaded by a demon. As she thought, the devil came. The girl chanted the prayer in a holy way, reversed her wrist and inserted it in her chest. She was ready to die. The huge shadow and roar, like the wings of death, came towards her, shaking for a long time, and then slowly stopped. The dagger reached in front of the chest, and it could not move forward any more. The blade of the dagger was seized by the devil's palm, and a large stone plate falling from the top of the head was smashed on its spine. "It won't hurt you." Fulan said painfully. He felt that all the internal organs were moaning. "Please remember that just being able to live is a great boon to some people. Don't give up easily." The vibration of the water channel was more intense. Fulan glanced at the water outlet, about 30 steps away. He grabbed the dagger, grabbed the girl like a chicken, and rushed over. It took another effort to push the girl out of the sluice. There was no dagger, and Matilda had teeth and nails. It was not easy to push her out, and the whole waterway finally collapsed. Fulan was buried in the rubble. It's a darkness. Matilda choked a few salivas. The black and gray water made her sick and vomiting. She tried to swim a distance and climb a reef. "The devil... Died?" Matilda wiped the vomit on the corner of her mouth. She couldn't understand it. There was a devil who gave up his life. Her firm belief and understanding advised her that it was a heretic plot to shake her piety to the heaven. The stone blocked in the water outlet suddenly heard a terrible friction sound. The remaining iron bar on the sluice was bending and breaking. Matilda was surprised to open his eyes. There was at least half a ton of stone, moving forward slowly. The stone chips hit the sea like rain, triggering the turning water spray. The devil, by virtue of his strength, pushed the obstacles away. The monster was covered with scars, and the dark blood dyed a large area of Sea red. It was immersed in the water, gasping and looking at Matilda, and then, without turning back, swam to the other side. Matilda watched the monster leave, and she was unable to catch up. "I... Won't give up." the girl thought weakly. The kingdom of heaven seems to point out the way for her future life. We must catch it and send it to the fire frame, so that we can confess to the belief that was nearly shaken.