So……

Azaches suddenly stopped. In addition to the hundreds of corpses that came forward, more ferocious aliens rushed towards him like a huge wave. Just like that, with the weakest will, he slowly lowered his hands.

Let such a huge wave completely submerge yourself.

Where are the descendants of the saint family... I want to give you my final glory, ancestor.

"I won't be embarrassed this time..." He slowly closed his eyes.

Doubtful, drowning like a tide... They don't care whether he is a vampire or not. They just want blood and flesh, and something about this vampire that attracts their bloodthirsty desire.

Nibble, bite... Next, it's time to share the food.

The body of the crazy alienated person was suddenly illuminated by something... The ultimate brilliance made the shadows become even deeper.

The alienated people seemed to be alarmed by something... They were afraid. At the moment when the brilliance reached its peak, the alienated people's bodies disappeared like air.

disperse.

In the sky, a ball of light slowly descended. As the ball of light came, a girl holding a sword slowly walked over... She walked to Asaches' side.

Next to the girl, there is a little guy flying like an elf.

The girl looked down at Asaches, and saw an indifferent smile on his face, but his chest had been dug open, revealing a bright red heart without beating.

"Master [Michel]..." the girl murmured to herself at this time, "I feel so uncomfortable..."

The girl slowly knelt down beside Asaches and held Asaches's palm with both hands.

The stopped heart suddenly beat a beat.

Azaches opened his eyes slowly, and in the light and shadow, the girl's face came into his sight, "You are...Miss Jeanne..."

"I'm sorry, I can't save you." The girl whispered: "Do you have anything to say...Finally."

Asaxes' lips moved slightly, and his vision blurred again. His heart just beat for a moment and stopped again. "I... it seems that I really saw the saint..."

"Mr. Azashes!"

His eyes had lost focus.

Falling powerlessly.

The girl sat beside him in a daze, until Azaches' body suddenly ignited with a black flame... His body burned away bit by bit, and finally turned into ashes.

The fire caused the air to rise, and the ash was blown away by the wind.

"Saint...where can there be a saint..." the girl murmured to herself. Her innate sense of mission made her feel as if her heart was being bitten by a big snake after seeing all this.

She heard many calls...calls to the saints, many prayers...prayings to the saints, many supplications...supplications to the saints.

There is no such saint.

"There is no such saint..." The girl stood up slowly, "Lord Michael, since there is no such saint, then... let me be the saint, even if it is just a fake."

The elf flew in front of the girl. It turned into a ray of light, grew bigger, and turned into a ray of light and shadow... In the light and shadow, he seemed to be a young man in white.

The girl stared blankly at the light and shadow.

It held something in its hands and stretched out, its lips moved slightly, as if it was saying something silently... The girl subconsciously stretched out her hand.

At the moment of contact, a beam of light shot up into the sky, piercing the sky, and its brilliance shone on the holy mountain of the entire Free City...the light of hope!

…

"That is……"

Isa had just felt the fluctuations of divine power coming from her body. Before she was familiar with it, she was attracted by this light of hope.

Beside her, Seraph, who claimed to be the master of the Palace of [Next Day], looked thoughtfully at the appearance of the light pillar and murmured to himself: "There is a new saint born... unexpectedly at this time

?It feels so familiar..."

"A new saint?" Isa subconsciously raised her head.

Raguel said softly: "Saints are born from disasters... In other words, new saints are most likely to be born in disasters. Who knows... No matter what it is, at least it brings the light of hope.

"

"Lord Raguel..."

Raguel waved his hand, "I will continue to give God the gift. You are my first God-given warrior. From now on, you are no longer a believer in the Kingdom of Holy Light. You are my God-given warrior. I will give you the gift of God."

You, the first God-given name...go, salvation has never been a matter of one or two people, it should be a matter of a group of people with hope."

Isha looked stern and said respectfully: "I will obey the holy decree!"

…

…

New saints are rising, and the light of hope continues to spread, slowly dispelling the dark clouds on the city of freedom... It is born everywhere, not too strong, and it still needs more support, but everything has taken shape.

On the ground, the young man in white clothes, who had once again returned to his elf state, collapsed helplessly.

But there was a hand that picked it up from the ground... The elf was surprised and looked at the guy who picked him up with a hint of horror.

Boss Luo, the guy he saw over and over again.

"Hello, Your Excellency Michael."

The elf opened his mouth, and finally shook his head as if dejected.

Boss Luo smiled slightly and said: "I did some rather excessive things to the Archangel because it was for your sake, so it was more excessive than very excessive."

The elf opened his mouth again, and then only a wry smile remained.

It... it is an elf born from the memories and regrets stripped from the saint's statue in the Free City where [Saint Michael] is located.

During the long wait, bearing the faith of the believers in the City of Freedom, and using itself as a container, a new [Person] has been silently brewing.
Chapter completed!