Zong Jiu felt like he was dreaming, half-dreaming and half-awake.

After waking up from that long memory, he could clearly feel that he was being picked up and slowly moved up the stairs.

A nun who was cleaning was surprised to put down the holy bottle in her hand: "Under the crown, do you need my help?"

"No need."

The little devil said lightly.

He put the white-haired youth in his arms laboriously, like occupying his own treasure, not allowing others to touch the slightest, and walked forward step by step.

Only on the fourth floor, the little demon who threw the bishop's scepter aside crawled for almost half an hour before he successfully carried the magician to the top-floor room.

He put the person on the bed carefully, lit the candlestick, and let the jumping candle light illuminate the beautiful face of the young man.

After tiptoeing to cover the quilt, the little devil was holding on to the edge of the bed, and his dark-brown eyes stared at the white-haired youth who was falling asleep unblinkingly.

He kept this posture and watched for a long time, and the burning candlelight slowly became shorter, so short that it was only a short section, and finally turned into a halo of wax and scattered in the candlestick, and gradually annihilated.

The light dimmed.

The tapestry blocked the light outside, and the room plunged into darkness again.

This color is torture for the six-year-old, but it is the source for him after the six-year-old.

Zong Jiu remained lying flat, unable to speak, but could feel the wind and grass around him.

The little devil leaned against the gray-haired youth, hugged the rabbit doll tightly in his hands, and muttered to himself.

"My brother is really like him. No wonder the prophecy says that you are natural enemies. I am afraid that only my brother can understand him in this world."

"Actually I know... Brother doesn't want to kill me that much, whether it's an adult or me now."

He whispered, "Although I showed my brother the memory rashly, I shouldn't be angry as an adult... Maybe I will feel more happy, maybe?"

"After all, how could he be willing to kill his brother. Although this kind of feeling has a malicious twist, for us, it is already a favorite for us to be reluctant to kill."

Having said this, the little devil suddenly laughed twice, "In fact, my brother also knows that I am not number one at all."

The malice poured into a world has long destroyed No.1 as a container from the inside out, just like a huge wave destroying a lonely wandering boat, lifted high into the air, destroying the unformed personality of a six-year-old child The ground is crushed to pieces.

What can be a good thing that is born out of the malice of hundreds of millions of people after a hundred years of gathering.

Rather than saying that the current No. 1 is the original number one, it is better to say that he is a monster born from evil thoughts.

In addition to the appearance of the same, not even the same person.

"So, even if I was suppressed to six years old, I was completely different from No.1."

The little devil tilted his head, "At the moment of sacrifice, it was rotten from the bones, not even a human being."

The hairy head rubbed against the magician's hand and rubbed it with nostalgia.

The cold cedar pine wood smell on the person on the bed made the little devil feel at ease even in the dark.

"I know, but I'm still so good to me, my brother is so kind."

......

Then there was a long darkness.

Zong Jiu's thinking has also become more and more awake from the original half-dream and half-awake, but he still can't open his eyes.

The dim sky light slowly emerged from the darkness, and the earth began to illuminate from the chaos.

The magician's slender fingertips moved impenetrably.

He opened his eyes, and his light-colored eyes were full of clarity.

One night passed.

The moment the light fell on the ground, the trial was about to kick off.

The distant chant sounded in the air, and a kind of music that transcended the spiritual level of human life was played at the top of the sky.

Someone took a paintbrush and dipped it with paint, smearing the whole world with a layer of holy platinum.

The flowers are in full bloom, the birds are singing, and there is nowhere to hide any trace of darkness.

Everything came alive.

The trial began.

Before Zong Jiu realized this, his body was turned up from the bed first, and he picked up the khaki windbreaker jacket placed aside, opened the door and rushed towards the outside.

The other trainees stood at the door of the cathedral early, some were shackled on their hands and feet, some did not.

But all in all, the trainees were relieved when they saw the gray-haired youth.

"Brother Nine, you are finally here, you have been missing for a day!"

"Brother Nine, where were you before, we didn't see you all night, everyone is going crazy!"

"The captain is finally back."

......

Not only the trainees, but the live studio also finally settled down.

[Okay, it’s okay, the gambling dog who said that the magician will definitely die one day if he disappears, come over and pay your grandpa quickly]

[It’s a return, the magician’s disappearance is one day, and it’s already a death notice for someone else]

[Let me just say, they are the biggest winners in the colorful amusement park, but they have S-level props in their hands, how easy it is to explain]

[That’s, I’ve been in fear for a day, hahahahahaha, but the magician is going to take us out of the infinite loop, how can he fold the copy in front casually]

[Sister upstairs is an old fan at first sight, good fellow, the only one who remembers this stalk these days is the old fan, Ollie! 】

Zong Jiuchao and they hurriedly nodded: "How is the situation now?"

The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to explain that he was not in danger before. Instead, he received a memory from the little devil, and then slept all day and night in other people's bed. When he woke up, it was Judgment Day.

Anthony was the first to react, "Not very good."

Fortunately, he has been following Fanzhuo for a long time. Although he is sometimes arrogant, he is also good enough in all aspects, otherwise he can't be the second in command of the night clan. This is also no.2's intention to transfer Anthony to the Zongjiu team. Can you take care of it or take care of it?

"Just now, the Pope took all the nuns from the cathedral and walked to the Tribunal. But I don't know why, the Pope was chained and shackled."

This is where the trainees are most puzzled.

Judgment Day has not completely kicked off, but at the moment when the holy light appeared in the sky, all trainees with black lines on their arms had a dark black shackle on their wrists, symbolizing their guilty identity.

For example, Anthony has iron chains on his necks and handcuffs. As long as the thought of breaking free appears in his mind, the place next to the flesh will begin to emit scorching heat and scorching.

He had long known from the townspeople that because the identity of a vampire was born unacceptable by heaven, he probably couldn't pass Judgment Day, and now he has only verified his own ideas.

But the Pope is different.

The Pope is clearly a "naturally holy person", how could he be shackled like a guilty person?

Upon hearing this, Zong Jiu's eyebrows tightened.

After he threw down the sentence "I'll go and see", he rushed to the square in the center of the town without stopping.

The other trainees looked at his back, looked at each other, and followed suit.

When Zong Jiu ran to the square, the trial court was finally completed.

The huge, full of brilliance of the Judgment Platform slowly formed above the sky, and the light above it concealed everything, and it would burn the eyes at a glance, making people dare not to raise the heart of the gods directly.

Thousands of angels made of pure light elements float beside the court, with white wings flapping behind them, and exhausting all the rhetoric, they can’t describe them as holy and beautiful.

They floated below the trial court very tacitly, and could not surpass the majesty of the gods.

Things that transcend dimensions are like this, unobservable, unintelligible.

"The trial is about to begin."

The leading sky declared in a calm and alienated tone, "First, the trial begins with the sinner."

In the next second, a meteor flashed across the sky, and the cross gleaming with icy lustre plunged deep into the ground, and a cloud of dust floated up.

The pope's scarlet cloak was nailed to the ground by a cross. The little devil closed his eyes, his limbs bleed, and he held the rabbit doll in his arms, his life and death unknown.

The townspeople shouted in disbelief, "How can this be possible? I have always been a holy person by nature, how can I be guilty!"

"I forgiven our sins under the crown, great kindness, why do you bear your sins?"

The angel said indifferently: "His sin comes from his own body and has nothing to do with what you think. He deserves to be judged and fall into the nine hells. It is not an exaggeration to slash him with a thousand swords."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The angel no longer explained. The crosses once again descended from the sky, nailing the sinners into the earth.

At the execution of the sentence after the trial, the good man ascended to heaven. These sinners who were nailed to the ground with heavy chains on their hands and feet were unable to move, and eventually fell into the cracks of the earth, engulfed by lava, and fell into hell.

The white-haired young man stood there watching this scene, but an old and kind voice came from behind him.

"You still choose to go back to the earth, boy."

Zong Jiu didn't look back, "Do you know my choice?"

"Standing here means you have made a choice."

The old nun in a black turban shook her head, "I know you won't come to see me, so I am here."

Zong Jiu sighed, "What do you think is the prophecy?"

"This is the case for prophecy. No matter what you choose, it will only fit its development in the end."

Yes, no matter what the choice is, it will only suit his development in the end.

Just like Zong Jiu saw.

The original demon is actually the appointed savior.

Because of human greed and malice, he eventually degenerates into a great devil.

The original Zong Jiu had no emotions and liked to seek excitement. He was not constrained by anything. On the contrary, he was more like a big devil in the traditional sense.

Without the twisted jewel of the devil in front, Ren Zhugean would not be able to connect him with the savior.

But the old nun guided him and let him put a chain on himself. Since then turned back to the right way.

Prophecy is prophecy, no matter how you change, you will still comply.

"Avoidance" and "knowing" have long been included in the scope of prophecy.

Just like the ancient Greek mythology, Cronus overthrew the rule of his father Uranus and became a new generation of kings.

Uranus cursed that Cronus would be overthrown by his own son to usurp the throne just like his fate.

So Cronus swallowed all the children into his stomach when they were born. Only the youngest son, Zeus, escaped all this. Sure enough, after he grew up, Zeus overthrew the rule of Cronus, complied with the prophecy and became the third-generation **** king.

Without the intervention of those survivors, without the old nuns. Perhaps today's great devil will become the savior, and the savior will be the great devil instead.

Unfortunately, it only stops at "maybe".

That's how it might be, it's really...hot.

"Thank you, although I know in my heart that you are not her, your presence has always made me feel at ease."

"Just do what you want."

The old nun smiled, "Guiding the lost, this is the greatest meaning of my existence."

This copy called "Judgment Day" is so realistic that everything is indistinguishable from reality.

For example, she now knows that this white-haired magician will not stay for anyone.

"Then boy, what are you going to do now?"

The white-haired magician took off the windbreaker and threw it into the wind, revealing the neat white shirt and trousers behind him.

He raised his hand in silence, held his earrings, and revealed a card between his other fingers.

The icy physics holy sword slipped into the magician's hand and quickly turned into a crowbar.

In the wind, he put up a fluttering sentence.

"Go save people."