Chapter 2987

At the end of the sky, the streamer that symbolizes destiny around the saint is peeling off layer by layer, and replaced by a power from the bottom of his heart, an indelible courage.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Feeling the obvious will of the saint, the devil also showed interest: "Those sad walking corpses, have they ever made you angry? Do you also feel the painful feeling from them?" Absolutely cowardly evil?"

"you are wrong."

It was the resolute eyes of the saint who answered the devil: "Looking at the whole incident, I only saw one kind of evil. It was not anyone below who caused this evil result, but you and me. It is because we stood by and watched This led to things becoming irreversible."

The sad saint glared at the devil at this moment: "We could have changed everything, we could have helped those who suffered so that they would not have to suffer anymore! You keep claiming that they are walking corpses, but you let the whole thing worsen , what did you do for them?"

"You can't help anyone. The reason why the walking corpses are walking corpses is all their own fault. The will to become heroes has long existed in their hearts, but they are willing to endure that cowardice and let their souls sink in fate , Only by becoming real heroes can they save themselves!"

Facing the angry saints, the demon king also erupted into a prairie rage, his dark wings spread out behind him, and the supreme sword in his hand also rolled up the blazing fire of doom: "Those walking corpses who are depressed, that A group of mediocre people who don’t deserve to live in this world. Only heroes are qualified to live in the new world after the trial.”

The saint raised his head, not to be outdone, and said: "Do you think heroes should be superior to others? The so-called heroes are to guide and protect the walking corpses you call, and to stand up in times of crisis to fight against demons like you , instead of standing idly by like this, let alone blindly blaming those who are already living in pain, you don’t deserve to be called a hero at all.”

At the end, the body of the saint trembled slightly: "I could have stopped this matter, I could have brought hope to those people, but the pride in my heart prevented me from doing so, I dare not bet I lost to you, and I dare not bow my head to the evil. That inaction is the biggest sin on my body. They believed in me, but I failed their expectations. Now I finally understand, I want to return Get to the ground and do what I should have done in the morning."

The saint was about to jump down, but the devil stopped him: "Don't you think it's too late to admit defeat now? The thing has completely happened, and you can't undo it."

"There will never be a moment when it is too late. Even if I can only help one person in the end, I am willing."

Enlightenment and remorse are intertwined in the saint's heart, and the pride that bound the saint's heart has finally been completely let go by him now. When the light-hearted saint raised his head again, what existed in his eyes was only the most Pure courage, and the will not to be bound by fate.

Today Isaac is not only a saint, but also a fully awakened hero. The brilliant heroic will was completely condensed in his mind, courage filled his heart, and the heroic specialty that seemed to be born with him quietly bloomed in his heart.

Looking at Lucifer who was examining himself, Isaac asked: "You want me to do one thing, what is it? I always do what I say, and when the matter is over, I will definitely avenge you today, no matter what No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will not give up on this matter."

"You've done it."

Lucifer said calmly, he raised the supreme sword tempered by the fire above his head, and a cloud of fire spread in the sky: "I want you to be a hero, I want you to surpass the walking dead and see the scenery beyond fate Go back and succeed the Holy Tribunal Angel, I am very curious about how the Stigmata will react when they see you as a hero, you are my gift to the Stigmata."

Isaac was slightly taken aback, he never imagined that what Lucifer wanted him to do was such a thing, before he could think clearly, he heard the whisper of the Demon King sounding in his ears again: "Since The matter is over, and the walking corpses below are useless, I will give them the...judgment they deserve."

The fire shines from the end of the sky, dyeing the whole sky in a blaze. The people below exclaimed again and again, mistakenly thinking that it was a miracle. The red clouds flew, and the doomsday fire poured down from the sky. All suffering, all Sins will all be wiped out under the final judgment.

Isaac's face changed in shock. Seeing that Lucifer no longer wanted to stop him, he hurriedly spread his white wings and flew back to the ground before the fire of doom completely engulfed everyone below.

"Isaac...you are finally back, and I knew you would never abandon me."

As the saint fell from the sky and returned to Sania's side accurately, the girl's face was filled with joy. Her devout prayers finally came to fruition. In times of crisis, the saint will never let her down expectations, but return with hope.

"We don't have time. The doomsday judgment will soon destroy everything here. We must save Irene before the judgment comes and the fire of doomsday burns everyone up."

Isaac interrupted Sania's words. He was powerless to stop the master of hell, and could only try his best to save as many people as possible at the moment when the doomsday judgment came.

The doomsday fire with its long flame tail fell from in front of the two of them, instantly igniting the earth, and the rushing hot sulfur and flames were enough to destroy everything. Sania was taken aback. She had no doubt that as long as she touched the slightest falling spark, her whole body would be reduced to ashes in an instant, and even the saints could not save her.

Sania, who was scared in her heart, didn't bother to ask the saints how they knew Irene's name, only assuming that the saints knew of Irene's existence from her prayers, so she begged the saints: "Aisa Ke, you said that the Doomsday Judgment will destroy everything. Is it too late for us to find Irene now? She has been taken away by those children, otherwise, you should take me to a safe place first Bar."

"No, we must still have time." Isaac didn't hear the strangeness in the girl's words. He stayed with justice and guarded his weak nature, making him refuse to say anything. Without confirming that Irene was dead, He easily gave up such a living life.

After finishing speaking, Isaac pulled Sania over and flew towards the direction of the city lord.

As a saint, Isaac has blazing wings bestowed by fate. Although they are only two wings, far less than the six wings of a real holy angel, they can still make Isaac regard mountains and rivers as nothing and fly freely in the air. soar.

Isaac seldom uses the power of the Blazing Wings, he prefers to use his feet to measure the earth, and only when it is extremely urgent, the pair of wings will appear from behind him.

Isaac walked under the rain of fire all over the sky, and Sania, who was hugged by him, screamed, as if the fire of doomsday had completely ignited her, and if she was a little careless, her life would be completely destroyed , the last judgment that will destroy the soul together with it, and only the saints have the courage to go into the trap and risk their lives to save others.

Soon, Isaac saw the target he was looking for, Irene who was at a loss under the fire and rain, and the city lord who was terrified.

The judgment sent down by the demon king instantly burned the entire Mingyue City, and the river outside the city was completely evaporated. The very few people who survived for the time being could not escape the completely approaching doomsday fire. The three bells that echoed over the town were instantly drowned out by people's cries. Under the trial, the children forgot the original fanaticism, and when everything turned to ashes, everything in the past seemed to be irrelevant.

Upon discovering the coming of the saints and Sania, Irene's eyes showed a bit of surprise, and then it turned into the purest joy.

Seeing the saint descending from the sky, the city lord ran to the saint as if he had found a savior, and asked quickly: "Saint Isaac, the sacrificial person of ancient Erasia, we are planning to follow your example. In the past, to complete a grand sacrifice, so as to call for miracles to come, so that everyone can be saved, why did such a catastrophe suddenly erupt? Could it be that we did something wrong?"

Isaac looked at him indifferently: "You don't understand what salvation means, do you?"

The city lord was stunned, and there was no time for him to answer. Isaac continued: "This is the doomsday judgment brought down by the arrogant king in hell. You are powerless to resist. Now, we are the only ones who pray together and hope that the stigmata will I am willing to protect you from fate, so I have a glimmer of life just now."

Hearing the saint's words, the city lord did not dare to be negligent, and immediately called out the scattered and desperate people nearby, asking them to form a circle together as the saint said, holding hands and praying devoutly.

Isaac closed his eyes tightly at this moment, and called out the name of the Stigmata reverently in his heart. Soon, his call seemed to be answered, and the mysterious light spread from his body, covering everyone nearby .

After feeling the appearance of that burst of light, the saint also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "We succeeded, this is the blessing of fate, although it is only temporary, but under this layer of blessing, nothing can hurt you."

The city lord with cloudy eyes also felt the invulnerability and invulnerability power from fate at this moment. He couldn't help but raised his head and shouted, but he didn't want the fire rain to fall right under his feet, and it would instantly fall His body was ignited, and he didn't even say a last word, and immediately turned into a pile of ashes.

"What..." This discovery also made the saint slightly stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw. Let him know what happened.

The protection formed by the power of fate has failed at this moment. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the saint would never have believed that such a thing would have happened. This was completely beyond his expectations. Lucifer's Doomsday Judgment, even fate cannot stop it.

The rain of fire fell on the saint's back, but it only burned his body to pain, and did not bring further destructive effect. More fire rained down, and there was no room to walk in the nearby sky, and everyone was trapped and died under the judgment.

No time to think too much, the saint quickly set his sights on the two most important people, and he said to Sania and Irene:

"The way out has been completely blocked by fire and rain. I can only wrap one person with my wings to protect him from harm...I have to ask you a serious question, and I hope you can answer it seriously. Which of the two of you do you think is Should you live on?"

Memories of the past hit the saint, and a similar question was asked of him hundreds of years ago. Isaac thought he would never ask such a question, but the situation forced him to make a similar choice in the end.

Sania was anxious, she never thought that the saint would ask such a question, and hurriedly said: "Isaac, you brought me here, of course you should protect me, not to mention you don't know Ai at all. Lin, you've known me for so long, shouldn't you help me?"

"She's right." What Isaac didn't expect was that even Irene was speaking for Sania, "If I'm not wrong, everything I know, my companions, they will die Under the rain of fire, since this is the case, there is nothing in the world worthy of my nostalgia, so it is better to give the opportunity to Sania. Sania, although I have not known you for a long time, I do not regret being with you Friends, you must live a good life with the help of the saints."

Sania nodded quickly, and looked at the saint with hopeful eyes, but only saw the disappointed eyes of the saint.

"Before I came here, I met a demon king. He asked me why human beings would choose to be cowardly. I didn't answer because I didn't know the answer."

When the rain of fire was about to drown everything, the saint finally said: "The only thing I know is the taste of sacrifice. I died at the hands of my closest relatives, and I was sacrificed to the gods by him, that is not a good feeling , so when I have the chance, I will not let things happen again, those who are willing to sacrifice will be saved by me, and those who prevaricate and cowardly will be buried in the sea of ​​fire."

Sania's sight became desperate a little bit, Isaac pushed her away, and protected Irene with his wings before the fire rain came.

"No...no, you can't do this, Isaac, I curse you..."

Before Sania could finish her words, the fire of doom completely engulfed her body, and in the end, all that was left was a speck of ashes.

The fire burned for three days and three nights. Except for the ashes, there was nothing left. The entire Silver Moon City was wiped off the map. Angel, who was late to discover the clues, had nothing to do with the raging doomsday fire. , can only wait for the moment when the flame goes out naturally.

It wasn't until the moment when the flames were completely extinguished that the angels were surprised to find that in the center of the vast scorched earth, a white and flawless saint with calcined wings was half-kneeling on the ground, and under the embrace of the saint, a girl was He fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that he was fine except for his weakness.