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Chapter 714 The Burnt Angel

The angel with charred skin staggered on the road, and the three pairs of wings on his back were covered with scars.

Those scars were filled with a sense of holiness, for they were left by the great red dragon, the most evil and filthy hybrid in the world.

Just facing such a terrifying existence is a symbol of courage and holiness. If this angel returns to the believers, hymns of praise will surely be heard.

Believers will sing praises of his sacrifice and his holiness. Each of his wounds will become a poem, and the dripping blood will be received by believers with reverence.

But he left quietly.

"Where are you going, Ryan."

A man stood in front of him. He also had three pairs of scarred wings. Blood from someone was splattered all over his face, making him look dark.

It was as if they were looking in a mirror.

"We have long since parted ways."

"Yeah." Anderson sighed and looked at Ryan in front of him with a complicated expression. He could no longer recall what they were like in the past.

"I don't know where it all went wrong..."

"It starts from the moment you become an inquisitor and stain your ticket to heaven with blood." Ryan reminded seriously.

Anderson's eyes twitched. It turned out that it started from him!

This development is not right. It feels like a reckoning. He just wants to recall the past.

"Sure enough, the correct choice should be that after seeing you leave, I turn around and leave as well?"

"Brother, you will definitely go to hell."

"You don't have to remind me, aren't you the same?" Anderson forced himself to hold his breath. Even though he was wearing women's clothes, it didn't mean he was still a funny character.

"By the way, I'm not doing this just to accompany you. I'm doing this to save the country."

"We are brothers, there is no need to be so clear about the differences!" Anderson could not help but rushed towards Ryan, raising his fist as he rushed.

"If you hate me so much, then just go to heaven! Why do you make yourself look like this?"

"But wasn't it you, my brother, who made me like this?"

Anderson tripped over his left foot and fell to the ground, sliding all the way to Ryan's feet.

"I knew the truth and planned to spend decades to change it, but unfortunately I was discovered by those people, and they sent you."

"Stop! Let the past be the past!" Anderson raised his head and pleaded sincerely with a dusty face.

"We can start over again."

"I won't start over. Everything in the past has made us who we are today." Ryan took a deep breath, looked towards the darkness in the distance with his back to the beautiful sunrise.

"I want to go there."

"where?"

"The Holy Cross Kingdom is still shrouded in darkness." Ryan walked around Anderson, and the charred skin on his body slowly fell off, revealing his white skin.

"I will head there and continue where I left off."

"Do you still want to use such extreme means? To seduce those people without faith and turn them into evil monsters." Anderson stood up slowly and looked at the place where the sun had dispelled darkness. His wings dissipated with the wind and turned into countless feathers that blew towards the darkness that Ryan was looking at.

"I'll stop you."

"We will go in opposite directions from now on." Ryan smiled lightly, flapped his wings, and flew into the distant sky following Anderson's feathers.

Legend has it that the original "Pride" was not a sin, but an angel who wanted to do something beyond his ability, and the high being was dissatisfied with this and said so.

[You are so arrogant]

Then the morning star fell.

"I think he will continue to work hard to pull the Holy Cross out of the quagmire." The Great Saint came from a distance with a complicated look on her face. "I should use the national treasure to shoot him down now."

"Is this true?" Anderson quickly looked back and saw Ryan was still flying slowly in the sky.

Is this guy a turtle? Although he won't move backwards, he is always slow.

"Do you want me to kneel down and beg you to let him go? I can do that anytime!"

As long as Anderson immerses himself in the funny role, he will not feel any psychological burden in doing anything.

The Great Saint shook her head.

"I can not do it."

"You...understand Ryan?"

"No, the national treasure was lost in the battle with the Great Red Dragon." The Saint slowly covered her face with her hands. "Now I am also a sinner of the Holy Cross. What right do I have to judge a sinner?"

"If sin has a specific number, then I am even more sinful."

Anderson looked at the Great Saint hesitantly. The Great Saint didn't seem to be acting, so there was only one possibility.

It must have been stolen by the stranger during the battle!

This possibility is very high, but Anderson does not intend to say it. The Holy Cross is a very complicated place. Although the Pope is standing on the stage, he seems to be hiding something bigger behind the scenes.

The three saints bound to the national treasure are like some kind of sacrifice. It is quite dangerous for them to continue to be unaware of the quagmire of the Holy Cross Kingdom.

"I think you should go hide with the strangers first. As long as you find the national treasure, you will have made up for your mistake." Anderson coughed and said seriously, "If you are caught and tried, the system of the Three Saints may be abolished in the future."

"Compared to the destruction of the ancient heritage, a little defection is just an appropriate sin to bear."

"That's great." The Saint Lady lowered her hands that were covering her face, with a smile on her face, "I just happen to have a place to go."

"Can I ask where it is?" Anderson looked at the saint with a rosy face and a lot of peach blossoms, and had a bad premonition.

"Master Ogre's Guild!"

"Isn't that the Evil Stranger!" Anderson opened his mouth wide. This was not a proper way to bear the sin, but falling directly into the quagmire.

Seeing the eager look on the Great Saint's face, he strongly suspected that the national treasure was lost on purpose, or it was not lost at all.

"Nonsense, they fought against the Great Red Dragon and are a righteous guild!" The Great Saint raised her eyebrows, looking as if she was determined to argue to the end.

"After all, you are also wanted by the Holy Cross Theocracy. Only the Guild of Evil Strangers will immediately agree to take us in."

This... is true. Even if the foreigners who do whatever they want form a guild, they will have a weak point and need to give a little face to the huge kingdom of the Holy Cross.

"I also need to go."

Just like that, the first Guild of Evil Strangers [Somado] attracted the first batch of NPCs, who were the three famous saints of the Holy Cross.

For a long time, [Somado] has become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of many people, but that is a story for another time.

(End of this chapter)