Angel on earth

Aaron, who was about to fall asleep due to the confusion and pain, immediately stood up on the ground, shook for a while, and slid down against the wall.The boy turned his face away and said confusedly:

"Are you so unconvinced? That's okay. I'm here to break the balance between you and God the Father. So what if it's dirty, I also want to...be his...holy son. Stanley knows what the hell... Isabella already knew it. She is not afraid of God or hell. How could she be afraid of Micah? Mr. Edwards, just as you can't forget the smell of Isabella, her ghost will haunt you forever. Go , stand up, doctor, go to our beloved Highness Kupala, let us see... Will he choose to be descended for you! Maybe he is waiting for this opportunity..."

Aaron turned a deaf ear and stood up after struggling.The cold wind howled in the house, he stared at the blurred foot of the mountain for a while, and walked over to untie the rope that bound Rangna.

The maid was still lying on the ground in fear and exhaustion. Aaron knelt beside her on one knee, looking at her golden curly hair, wondering what he was thinking.After a while, he grasped his trembling right hand with his left hand, and took out a pair of moonstone earrings from the inside of his vest.

"... Mikhail did this." He put the pair of moonstone earrings on Jeanne's ears, making her face covered with their blood.He lowered his head, and Jeanne closed her eyes suddenly, her teeth chattering.

The doctor paused, but quickly kissed her forehead.

"Happy New Year, Jeanne."

He was about to get up when Jeanne grabbed his sleeve and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thank you for the gift. Happy New Year, Doctor."

she whispered.

Priest Gray was still lying on the ground in that position, and Aaron had no energy left to give him another stab.He bled, and muttered to himself:

"He has been that kind of person since he was a child. He is always on top, always merciful to others... Who wants him to be pitiful? His humility is his arrogance. He is always pure, kind, and innocent. The mortals shed tears because only Mikhail Kupala in the whole world deserves to enter the kingdom of heaven, and everyone else is really finished if they don't live well on earth. What is the goal of us and Kandy Kane, doctor? Consistent, did you know? Kill Mithra. There is no god and no heaven, no karma and no retribution, from now on there is only hell, only hell...our eternal, warm, beautiful family."

"How nice." Aaron laughed hoarsely, "Then I can kill you all again."

He stood up, took two staggered steps, and stubbornly walked into the darkness of the corridor like an old man with a stinky and hard temper that almost gave off a rotten smell of death.He leaned on the wall with one hand, covered his head with the other, and roared into the void:

"I won't—I won't lose to you, I won't lose to you... Get the fuck out of here!"

At this time, the battle between Mikhail and Stanley had already destroyed half of the Church of Flowers.

Farther away, the wreckage of the obelisk on Victory Square has not been cleared, but people, according to the Rhine custom, brought food and candles to the square on the cold first night of the new year to pray for their dead relatives. The flickering lights of light and shade are everywhere on the cold ground.At first, the crowd shoved, stomped and screamed as the battle between the two saints rocked the city.Soon, the old buildings along the street began to shake, and people retreated from the street to the open square, and nearby residents kept fleeing for refuge.The riots in the fountain area a few days ago are still vivid. At this time, several carriages also left the roaring fountain area and drove towards the Victory Church.

When Emile came running like a hurricane, Stanley was pulling up a stone tablet and throwing it into the sky, where it landed on Victory Square.The carriage behind the white horse was torn apart under her rampage, leaving only a few wooden bars dangling on the belt.Mikhail only glanced at it, and ignored the stele. While Stanley was throwing the stone, he threw the shining girl at him.

Emile crossed the dark night sky, smashing the flying stele in the air.Stanley's left forearm was torn off by the lance, as if he didn't know the pain, he turned around and smiled:

"Your Highness, you are as kind-hearted as ever. How many times have we taught you? Beheading, piercing the heart, and severing the spine. What you can do just now—sorry, I know you can't do that."

He lightly jumped down from the roof and walked towards Mikhail: "Why? Actually, you think the same way, right? How can those untouchables be as important as a saint like me? No matter how much you hate me and look down on me ……Ha ha ha ha!"

He couldn't help laughing as he spoke, Mikhail knew he had always been like this, and the other saints had always avoided him and Stanley.So Mikhail was not irritated, but said seriously:

"I still have something to ask."

"Oh, it sounds like Misha has grown up. Well, in some ways you have indeed grown up. You know, although the Templars are that kind of virtue, the saints who have slept with people are really different." There are too many whores in our group." Stanley showed an exaggerated surprised expression, "What do you want to ask, Your Highness? Why don't you tell the truth: you want to blame us. But, don't you know that ?"

Mikhail stood upright before him, sword in hand.Stanley also stopped and spread his hands:

"Forget it, I know that you are kind, and whether it is true or false, you will always feel guilty. Let me put it this way, I didn't come to see you, but it was the good deeds of Mr. de Perrin here."

Mikhail lowered his eyelashes, and immediately figured it out. The clear boy's voice became low and sad:

"Matthew has only been gone for a few days. Are you in such a hurry?"

"Didn't you keep watching?" Stanley chuckled, "Watching Micah walk into the stone forest, watching Micah sneak into the temple, watching Micah chop off Matthew's head... You didn't pity Matthew at that time, What are you doing now?"

"I--"

"You were busy resisting the erosion of God the Father, so you couldn't help Matthew?" Stanley interrupted his rebuttal, "Isn't that the end? Your life is more important than Matthew's, and white people should be more noble than black ghosts .Life has always been high or low."

"I'm not more important than him, but I can't let God the Father descend on me and let Him bear the humiliation of mortals." Mikhail said coldly, "Do you think I don't know what Isabella wants to do?"

Stanley's eyes widened.

The cold night wind blew over with the fishy smell of the sea.After a while, Stanley sighed dreamily:

"You have grown up, Your Highness Mikhail."

"Then," he swung his arms violently, probably wanting to give a high-five, but forgot that he was missing a forearm, and had to put down the arm that had stopped bleeding, and cleared his throat, "finally it's my turn I'm teaching you!"

Mikhail's eyes widened suddenly, realizing something was wrong.Stanley looked up at the clear night sky and sighed in praise:

"Did you know, Your Highness? I also entered through the narrow gate. Unlike the little old man in Xixi's house who looked forward and backward, I came out alive, and God the Father still judged me as a child... because children are such cruel things. You too Same, and you've been in more than once, right?"

Mikhail looked around, then turned back suddenly, his lips turned white.But Stanley did not continue the topic, but raised his arms and cheered excitedly:

"Babylon the Great has fallen, fallen![2]"

Mikhail finally figured it out.He turned around, and explosions occurred one after another along the coast of Fengrao Bay from east to west. After a while, the entire curved coastline burst into flames, like a fire dragon entrenched in the bay.He and Aaron had been there only a few days ago, delivering Christmas Eve sugar and wine to the factories and the docks and the people in the cages.

He didn't move, and neither did Stanley. He stood quietly admiring the young man's slumped shoulders and back. The slim-fit white tuxedo looked more decadent than the others.

"I hate niggers," Stanley said slowly. "They are dirty, smelly, lazy, stupid, selfish, ignorant, lazy, and a collection of the seven sins..."

Mikhail stared blankly at the burning coast, and murmured:

"But we never gave them a chance."

Stanley chuckled lightly: "You don't know that very well. 'We'."

"We." Two tears rolled out of Mikhail's pupilless eyes, "I have never really repented, nor have I ever had real mercy. No one needs pity, they need practical help, but I have never They just stand there and feel sorry for them."

"There's no need to be so sad." Stanley shrugged. "It's good to be here. Don't be discouraged, Misha. Come back with me and really do something for them. Now that Matthew is dead, Samson is not alone." will come out from under the church, and there's no one to protect the niggers but you."

Mikhail turned around and looked at him in disbelief: "You killed so many people just now, why are you able to say such things now?"

Stanley pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, very indifferent: "You can kill me to avenge them. However, for the sake of fairness, remember to go to Micah afterwards, after all, he killed Matthew. Matthew is still a good person !"

Mikhail took a deep breath, slowly raised his long sword, and made a gesture of raising his hand.

"... Matthew is too weak." He raised his sword and walked towards Stanley, "He has always known everything that happened in the Red Moon Empire, but he wanted to change it step by step, and the church used the same method to lower their status. Micah wanted to force the red moon man to fight to the death, so Matthew let him kill himself. But who of us is qualified to judge Matthew? You have been changed by such a long time, if you have ever walked out of the narrow gate then you were never the same person in the beginning ; I also tried to change the church in a moderate way, but I swung the sword at the Siegfried Commonwealth."

Before he finished speaking, and before he took his last step, the "Prayer of Chastity" had already been cut down like lightning!

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[2]以赛亚书21;9/启示录14:8/启示录18:2