I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

He raised his head, but suddenly froze.

Because what appeared in front of his eyes was a pair of fierce beast-like eyes, wrapped in a cold killing intent.

Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the thing they said about losing their minds rang out.

In the next second, a group of shadows suddenly rushed over!

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PS: I must be crazy, alas.

29: We're just a bunch of hopeless people

A storm is coming.

Above the sky, mottled thunder lights flashed and flickered in the clouds, illuminating the city for an instant, and the wind and rain roared like a sea tide, like thousands of ghosts floating in the sky, bursting out turbulent mourning.

Ion took a step back, and a wave of horror set off in his heart.

He couldn't imagine that a group of children who were so normal a few minutes ago were staring at him like irrational beasts, their eyes seemed to be watching their dying prey.They gradually approached him like a pack of wolves hunting, their indifferent eyes were like monsters who would choose to devour others.

The next moment, they rushed over!

The petite body seemed to be brewing with astonishing power, and the moment he stepped on the ground, the ground under his feet shot out pieces of shattered slivers, which were torn into pieces under the violent wind, mixed with surging killing intent, like a heavy hammer Come crashing down!

Puff-!

Yan subconsciously closed his eyes, but the imaginary attack did not come, he didn't even feel the slightest impact, only the faint strong wind slashed on his face like a sword, making it painful.

He slowly opened his eyes, and all he could see was a little girl whose back was familiar. Her thin body stood in front of her, a loose coat fluttered in the storm, and she held a knife tightly in her hand. , the blood flowed down the sharp blade and dripped on the ground.

At the bottom of her feet was a girl who had fallen to the ground and lost her life.

"Uncle, are you, idiot?"

Ian stared at the girl who turned her head back. Her neck was already covered with purple veins, and her exposed skin turned into a terrifying iron gray. Even when she spoke, every word seemed to come from her throat. Like squeezed out.

"you……"

He was speechless in a daze. The girl in front of him had obviously transformed into a dead man, but she still maintained her human senses and even took action to protect him.

"Your clothes... just treat it as protection money, let's leave."

After she finished speaking, she turned to face her former partner, the hand holding the knife seemed to be trembling.

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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the wind and rain.

On the rain-poured long street, Yan fled desperately.The cold waterfall rain drenched his whole body, his clothes were clinging to his thin body, and his hair was wet and pulled together, making him look like a desperate beggar from a distance.

A rough thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, illuminating Ion's bewildered face.

He was obviously shivering from the cold, but the sweat on his forehead was mixed with rainwater and passed across his cheeks non-stop, blending with the puddles accumulated under his feet, and flowing to the end of the alley.

He was very tired, the heart in his chest was screaming, and his desperately running legs seemed to lose consciousness, just swinging mechanically.

But he didn't dare to stop, fear was like a ghost behind him chasing after him, the moment he stopped... he would be ruthlessly devoured!

Ion gasped desperately.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand why things turned out like this, he didn't understand why everyone was sitting around chatting together a few minutes ago, with big eyes flickering, sparkling with pure brilliance, and a few minutes later they became A completely different scene, like hell.

Is this collapse?It was completely different from the string of cold numbers he saw in the book.

Is this...Honkai?

[The pain and sacrifice brought about by the collapse can not only be described by this series of cold numbers]

In a trance, Rita's deep croon echoed in her ears, like a gust of wind.

Puff-!

Yan staggered and fell to the ground in embarrassment.The pain stimulated his nerves, like a broken blade cutting in his body, making him aware of the fact that his physical strength was exhausted.He tried to struggle to get up, but he didn't even have the strength to move. He could only collapse in the rain, allowing the rain to hit his body.The rain seeped into his eyes, making his vision even more blurred, and even his consciousness tended to be hazy, like a dream.

Gradually, he couldn't hear the howling of the wind, couldn't feel the beating of the rain, he couldn't even feel the cold, and only the beating of the heart became calmer in his ears.

Ian felt that he was going to die, as if his consciousness had fallen into a deep darkness, unconscious.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels breaking through the water sounded.

"Lord Yaen! Lord Yaen!"

The eager voice gradually spread to the eardrums, and the rain that filled the sky was blocked by an umbrella, blocking everything from washing away.Yan felt as if he was hugged by someone, and his skin felt a real warmth.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and in his blurred vision was a pair of anxious eyes and a familiar delicate face.

"Li, Rita..."

Yaen opened his mouth weakly, calling the name of the person in front of him, and his lifeless eyes seemed to be condensed with the last stubbornness.

"It's me, Lord Ian." Rita looked serious, she hugged Ion, not paying attention to his wet body: "Please don't talk for a while, your physical condition is very bad, I have already injected a medicine, How do you feel now..."

In the middle of speaking, she stopped, with a look of astonishment in her eyes.Because Ian stretched out his hand desperately, pointing in one direction tremblingly, and his weak voice seemed to disappear with the wind at any time.

"Save, save them..."

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Under the bridge hole, a lonely figure shrank by the wall, wearing a coat.

When Rita arrived with the help of Ian, several cold corpses seemed to tell them that it was too late.They died, and lost their lives the moment they were transformed into dead warriors. Their blood mixed with rainwater, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and rust.

The sole survivor was covered in blood, and the dagger was stained red.

She seemed to have noticed the arrival of the two, and raised her head mechanically, revealing those desperate and helpless eyes. Under the dim light, fine purple textures emerged on her immature face, and even her skin color turned iron gray, as if It shows the fact that he is about to become a monster.

"Uncle..." She struggled and said, "Why are you back..."

Yan pushed aside Rita's support and walked to the girl with difficult steps.This is a very dangerous move. The opponent has already been corroded by the Houkai energy, and will spread to the brain and lose his mind at any time, becoming a real walking dead.

Rita silently clenched the gun in her hand.

"Didn't I come back to help you?" He forced a smile, squatted down and looked at her: "But you're pretty good, you can do it by yourself."

"No, I'm not alone." The girl shook her head: "Everyone has agreed before, if any of us can't change back, then a sober person will send her to heaven."

"So they didn't resist in the end." She bit her lip in pain, but a happy smile bloomed on her face: "Everyone said that as long as you do good deeds and accumulate good deeds, you will go to heaven after you die, and you will never use it again." suffer."

"... Uncle, are you still there? It's suddenly so dark here."

Her eyes suddenly became hollow, as if they had lost their brilliance.The purple texture deepened a bit, as if it had been eroded more severely.

"Yes! I'm still here! I'm always here!"

Yan opened his mouth tremblingly, reached out his trembling hand to hold the girl's cold little hand, and pressed it to his cheek.

Perhaps feeling the warmth from that touch, the girl smiled slightly, with two small dimples appearing on her cheeks.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Okay! Say it! I will do it!" Yan nodded vigorously, staring at her face.

"Please use this dagger to stab into my heart." She picked up the dagger beside her and held it in front of Yan.

Boom-!

Huge thunder exploded in the sky, as if the gods were furious!

Ion froze.

"I'm sorry, uncle." She apologized weakly, with a hint of crying in her voice: "Because people who commit suicide cannot enter heaven, but I really don't want to go to hell, I don't want to suffer anymore, I want to see everyone , I want to see... Mom and Dad."

"Uncle, please...kill me." She begged, "I don't want...to become a monster."

Yan slowly clenched the dagger tightly, and there was still blood on it, and the rust-like smell penetrated into his nostrils along the cold wind, freezing the blood in his body.

He closed his eyes in pain, and the great sadness pierced his chest like a bullet.

"Thank you, uncle. You are a good person, and good people will be rewarded." The girl's voice was relieved, and she covered Ion's hand holding the dagger with her hands, and slowly walked forward.

"And please don't feel sorry for us."

She hugged Ion gently, the sharp blade pierced through the heart, and her body temperature cooled down rapidly.She was clearly about to die, but the smile on her face seemed to be born again.

"—we're just a bunch of hopeless people."

30: The lion will finally show its fangs!

Florence, cemetery.

In the early morning, the thin morning mist was accompanied by dripping drizzle, and the howling wind echoed in the silent cemetery. The sky was shrouded in a steel-like cold haze, completely covering the last ray of sunlight.

Even after a whole day, the rain did not stop.

Yan stood in front of the tombstone, dressed in pure black, with a solemn and solemn expression, like a priest presiding over a funeral.Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he stared at the tombstone in front of him, silent.

Rita was standing right behind him, also wearing a pure black long dress, her slender arms were covered with long gloves of the same color, and she held a pitch-black umbrella in her hand to block the drizzle.Her slender and curly eyelashes drooped slightly, and she looked sad and regretful, as if casting a shadow on her soft cheeks.

The two had been standing here for a long time, so long that the grave-sweepers came and went, wave after wave, and even the grave-keepers noticed them.

"I didn't even know her name until the end."

After a long time, Ian spoke softly, his voice hoarse.

"I sent someone to investigate. Her name is Xiasha Hilda. She is 13 years old and originally lived in a house in the east end of Florence. When I arrived at the orphanage, some people were kicked out for unknown reasons and lived on the streets a month ago, until I met you..."

Rita spoke up.

Ion listened silently and nodded.His brows and eyes were clearly filled with sadness like a river, but the expression on his face was as flat as stagnant water, without any waves.

Just like the deep sea, you can only see the calm under the surface, but you can never imagine the turbulent waves in the depths of the sea... wanting to tear offenders to pieces.

"13 years old, when I was 13 years old, I still lived a boring life of going to school and returning home at three o'clock and one line." Yan seemed to recall the past, and his tone became ethereal, as if surrounded by clouds and peaks, illusory and real.

"At that time, I felt that I was probably the most unfortunate child in the world. Without my parents and relatives to visit, I would always be alone at home every day. If I turned off the TV, it would be so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground would be heard. I can hear you clearly."

It felt like being abandoned by the whole world.