Chapter 2751 The Name of the Saint

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Outside the City of Light, Saint Isaac never stopped praying for a moment.

The tyrannical power of the saints prevented the pagans in the city from even thinking of getting close. Although the saint's body is only about the size of a human being, he can compete with a statue of light that is countless times larger than him, and he does not fall behind at all.

His power deeply shocked everyone in the city. Even if he kept praying at the simple altar set up outside the city, no one in the city dared to approach him. Anyone who dared to approach him would be killed by the pure white sword light. Cut into two pieces.

The saint's figure never moved at all, and his prayers were extremely pious. Sometimes, even the residents of the city would feel deeply moved when they heard the continuous prayers.

Although the saint is their enemy, his unwavering piety will shock even those who believe in heroes of light. These people ask themselves, their piety for the heroes of light is far from reaching the level of saints. Perhaps this is also the reason why saints are saints, and they are just ordinary people, far from being able to touch that level of piety. situation.

On this day, Saint Isaac's prayer calling for papal reinforcements was interrupted by an unexpected incident.

A stone was thrown at Isaac, but it was blocked by an invisible force in front of him, unable to touch his body at all.

The protection from the apostles made Saint Isaac immune to any long-range damage. It is a power that comes from the realm of destiny and changes the rules under the protection of the apostles. No one must abide by it and no one can violate it.

Isaac opened his eyes. He was not hurt by the stones. It did not mean that he would let go of the people who threw stones at him. Dare to offend the saints appointed by the Stigmata. This is equivalent to offending the Stigma himself. The evildoers will be judged by him.

A girl appeared in the saint's sight. She held a handful of picked stones in her arms and was throwing them at the praying saint one by one.

The girl didn't seem to intend to get close to him. She just picked up stones and kept throwing them at him. Her actions were destined to be in vain. The power from the rules blocked all the stones she threw.

Isaac let out a cold snort, flashed, and appeared in front of the girl the next moment. The girl was startled by Isaac's unimaginable speed. She didn't even see Isaac's movements clearly, and was so scared that she collapsed to the ground. Even the handful of stones she picked up collapsed with her. And scattered all over the place.

Isaac glanced at the girl sitting on the ground, then turned around and looked around. There was no sign of other enemies nearby. It seemed that the only one who rashly attacked him was the girl in front of him.

The girl's face was stained with gray stains, and her clothes were dirty. Her eyes were very cloudy, without the divine light and agility of a devotee. The saint only needed to look at her to understand that she had not prayed to God.

What Isaac couldn't understand was why the girl attacked him alone? With her strength, it would be difficult to deal with ordinary people, let alone herself with the apostle's protection. Didn't the people in the city tell her that this was a self-destructive behavior?

Isaac thought for a while, but didn't get any answer. In the end, he had to frown, and with confusion about the question, he asked the gray-stained girl in front of him: "Why are you here? Where are your parents?" ?”

"They were crushed under the collapsed house during the previous battle, and are now dead." The girl said without emotion, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with herself.

The saint was unmoved: "The heretics should be punished, and their death is their own fault. Not long ago, I felt the breath of the undead in the city. Have they become undead?"

Listening to the saint's indifferent words, the girl also showed some anger on her face. She picked up the stones on the ground again and threw them at the saint with full force. However, her actions were destined to be in vain. The legendary creature couldn't break the apostle's protection, so how could she do it. Her will is not enough to shake the strong shackles called fate.

"How can you say that? Even if they are really wrong, they are also my parents. Where are your parents?"

Finally, after several attempts to no avail, the girl was finally discouraged. She realized that the saint was an invincible existence, and at least with her power, there would be no such chance. So she lowered her head and said something in her tone. A bit sad and lost.

"My parents?" Isaac raised his eyebrows, "My parents led me into the embrace of God. I grew up in the kingdom of heaven and listened to God's teachings. Speaking of which, I no longer remember their faces. , but I am very grateful to them for giving me such an opportunity and guiding me on the right path."

Listening to the saint's narration, the girl also became a little surprised and strange from the anger and loss at the beginning: "Wait a minute, I seem to have heard someone mention that only dead people can go to the Cloud City in the sky. You are already dead. Are you there? Or are you simply undead?"

"I am not an undead." Hearing what the girl said, Saint Isaac immediately felt unhappy. Some people actually said that he, who shouldered justice and had already thrown himself into the arms of God, was one of those lowly and cursed undead creatures. This made him How can you accept, "I am the Holy Spirit transformed from the soul. I am accompanied by angels in the clouds and noble priests. I am not an undead creature."

The girl looked at him with suspicion: "You just said that it was your parents who sent you to the kingdom of heaven? Did they kill you? Or was there some other reason?"

The saint did not answer her question: "You have too many questions, pagan. Those sufferings and trials are just tests given by God. You cannot understand this, so you can never come to the embrace of God." Just because I don't judge your sins now doesn't mean you can stay here and quickly return to the city to wait for the judgment to come."

The girl did not do what he said, but looked at him curiously: "People in the city said that you are just pretending here, and your prayers will not have any effect. You have used the statue of light to achieve nothing." There is no way, the hero of light will definitely save us in the end..."

"There are no heroes of light at all." Isaac shook his head. He did not agree with the content of the girl's words at all, and directly interrupted her words, "And my prayer will eventually be Reach God's ears. God's response will come soon. At that time, there will be high and holy angels who will sweep away all evil, just like..."

Isaac paused and did not continue. He believed that with the knowledge shown by the girl, it was impossible to know what he was going to say next. He had never even heard it. He was just asking for trouble by saying it.

"Of course there are heroes of light!" The girl did not agree with Isaac's words. She was speechless. She was a little anxious to prove it to the saint, but she could not produce any strong evidence, so she had to tell those who had already The deeds known to all the residents of the city, "When ancient Erathia encountered a powerful enemy and the demon king from hell swept the world, the hero of light stood up and upheld justice for the suffering people. Not only did he kill the evil demon king, but he also purified the world. The people of that time.”

"I think you are referring to the people who were judged at that time." Isaac glanced at her in surprise. Unexpectedly, the girl in front of him had been completely brainwashed by the pagans. She didn't understand what happened at all. She only knew Telling what the pagans had taught her, "It is not, as you think, the sweepers of evil, nor heroes of light, but exalted righteous men, and holy angels."

The girl stared at him with doubt on her face: "Why do you say that? Is there anything wrong with what everyone in the city agrees on?"

This time Isaac could only spread his hands: "I think I still have some say in this matter, because that was the era I lived in. Not everyone says that, but things are right. According to what you say, I can also ask all the holy spirits in Cloud City to testify for me, but that doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

The girl just snorted and looked carefully at the saint in front of her. The residents in the city said that the saint is an extremely evil existence. He is here to destroy everything in the city. He will bring the worst misfortune. Everything in the city will be destroyed. There will be drastic changes because of him.

The girl's parents died in the aftermath of the previous battle. The fallen statue of light destroyed the house where they were hiding, causing them to be seriously injured and died.

For the saint, the girl initially harbored hatred, knowing that the stones she threw could not destroy the saint's protective rules that resisted everything, but she still did not stop her movements and still threw stones at the saint. It seemed that only by doing so could the hatred in her heart be vented.

Fortunately, the saint didn't seem to care about this matter. He just used the strength he showed to scare her. He was not aggressive in his words. Instead, he defended her seriously. This also made her feel towards the saint. The disciples had a different view. He did not seem to be as evil as the residents of the city said.

At least the saints in front of me are not as evil as the undead people who wantonly kill mages south of the City of Light. I heard that the leader of those evil people is a terrifying being named Rhodes. He kills people on sight. He doesn't even need to fight. He only needs to look at others to make them lose their lives. I don't know if the rumors are true or false.

If a girl were to judge, she would probably not believe such groundless rumors. With the ability to take away lives just by looking at it, how could such a terrifying power exist in the world? She believes that the heroes of light will never allow such a thing to happen. If such an evil power really exists, the heroes of light will definitely eliminate it completely.

But since such rumors exist, the girl also vaguely guessed what kind of cruel things the undead leader did on a daily basis. Although the saint in front of him is full of hostility towards the residents of the city, at least his nature is not evil.

Thinking of this, the girl looked at the saint, and the initial hatred was much lessened: "No matter what you say, the heroes of light will definitely save us, just like the heroes of light once saved the desperate people in ancient Erathia. Just like the residents of Gomorrah.”

"It seems that you know a lot of things." Isaac also showed a bit of surprise when he heard the name of the town from ancient Erathia from the girl's mouth.

He couldn't help but be so surprised. Hearing the name of a town that had been submerged in history for hundreds of years, and the name of a town from the saint's time, appeared again. In addition to being impressed by the girl's rich knowledge, the saint also expressed his gratitude to the pagans. Their behavior is even more contradictory. They wantonly tampered with the history of ancient Erathia. I am afraid that things are not what the girl imagined at all.

Looking at the girl's hopeful eyes, the saint was shocked to find that her eyes were so similar to his own. They both had devout beliefs and had already entrusted their lives to someone more profound than themselves. It's a pity that what the saints place their trust in is the only right path in this world, but the girl in front of her has unknowingly entered a dead end from which there is no turning back.

"If everything you said is true, then do you know who made the hero of light come?" The saint thought for a while and asked the girl a question that he should not have asked in the first place.

The girl heard the hint of longing and loneliness hidden in Isaac's words. He seemed to hope that the girl would tell the answer, but he was also worried that the girl could not truly feel the message he wanted to convey. Naturally, the girl couldn't understand the reason for that complicated emotion, and she didn't know the answer to the question. In the end, she could only shake her head towards the saint.

Seeing the girl shaking her head, the saint breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better not to mention some things again. When questioning the girl, the saint thought she knew something. Now it seems that he was just worrying too much. The girl only heard people mention these things accidentally and did not know the story that originated from ancient Erathia. Secret.

"Aren't you... not planning to return to the town?" Looking at the girl in front of him, the saint paused for a moment before finally asking, "Holy angels have heard my prayers, but it's a pity that the angels are dealing with them. Other difficult enemies cannot come to the battlefield here yet. When the angel comes, everything in the city will be judged. At that time, all those who have abandoned the gods will have no place to stay. Waiting for you, I’m afraid there’s only deep destruction.”

The girl was a little surprised. These things could never be guessed by the residents of the city. She didn't expect that the saint, who was already powerful, had already contacted an angel who was more powerful than him and could completely destroy everything in the city. If what he said was true, If it were true, the consequences would be disastrous.

For some reason, looking at the saint in front of her, the girl did not doubt what he said. Perhaps she was moved by the saint's previous words, or maybe it was the girl's delicate thoughts. She chose to believe in the saint in front of her, and finally stayed in Outside the city.

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