Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 395 The Birth of an Angel
"This is the Lord of Hell...

Ambatoor?"

Roy also looked at the other party with a serious expression.

It is said that this is one of the nine demon gods differentiated from the will of hell and is also the manager of the entire hell.

He has a figure as majestic as a mountain, and sits all year round by the River Styx that surrounds the entire Hell.

This river flows through the abyss and goes to the underworld. At the entrance and exit, there is also a tributary leading to the sea of fire where tortured souls are imprisoned. That is where purgatory is located.

Countless powerful fallen souls were wailing in fear around Ambatoor.

However, the black chains formed by the laws pulled and bound them, making it impossible to escape.

Countless despairs condensed in it.

In front of Ambatoor there is a scale decorated with gold and jewels. At first glance, it is very similar to his own golden scale, but it is much larger in scale.

On one end of this scale, there is an entire mountain!
On the other side was the vast plain that Windsorbell had just stepped into unknowingly.

Just now, He used this scale to weigh Windsorbell's soul.

"That means that the souls of gods are as heavy as mountains, while the souls of mortals are as light as feathers..."

Roy's heart trembled, and he thought about how to save the nun.

At the same time, I also felt a bit puzzled.

"why?"

Sister Windsorbell was equally puzzled.

"Why do you say that I have betrayed my faith and abandoned God?

I clearly didn't, I have always firmly believed in my Lord!"

"No need to quibble, all the interpretation rights belong to your God.

The fact that He did not come to save you is the best proof of that.”

When Sister Windsorbell heard these words, fear surged into her heart like a tide.

Even if she entered hell and realized that she was dying, she did not react like this.

Because for faithful believers, death is never a terrible thing.

She always believed that the Holy Light would guide her.

The Lord of Light has compassion on the world, is omnipotent, and will surely save himself.

But after the truth was exposed by the Lord of Hell, she suddenly realized that the Lord of Light had never appeared!
He never responded to me!

Her hands trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of despair and confusion.

"Why is this happening?"

I'm so pious...

I abide by the teachings, pray every day, and help the poor and the needy...

The various trials before me cannot accuse me of anything..."

But at this moment, suddenly, the figure of a handsome man appeared in my mind.

"Mr. Ilor...

Woo! "

Her thoughts became a mess.

All the self-confidence and innocence suddenly collapsed as he tortured his own soul.

Because it was not until this moment that she suddenly realized that her soul had been deeply attracted by Mr. Ilor.

Own……

It is indeed not that loyal to the Lord!

Uh...

I have committed a crime, a crime of betrayal!

"I……"

"it's not like that……"

"Lord, please listen to my explanation..."

Sister Windsorbell was completely panicked.

She wanted to argue, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and no sound came out. Ambatore threw a chain, which attacked her with the power of mysterious laws.

Windsorbell closed her eyes in despair and prayed painfully in her heart.

"Lord, please forgive me and save me..."

At this moment, Roy suddenly woke up.

"He has set his sights on Windsorbell's soul and wants to keep her in hell forever!"

In his haste, Roy was inspired by the other party's actions and threw out his own soul-binding rope!

The "Soul-Binding Rope" obtained from the place of darkness has been integrated into the body of the ghost witch.

The combination of the two seems to have caused some strange changes.

It also seemed that the Holy Rose Emblem served as an anchor point, and it actually penetrated the boundary between illusion and reality and appeared directly in the deepest part of hell.

Feeling a bright light shining towards her, Sister Windsorbell opened her eyes and saw a strand of black hair falling in front of her.

Ambatore stopped suddenly and looked at it with some disbelief.

The end of the hair is the void, and the soul-binding rope has no limit to its reach, demonstrating power above the level of a true god!

"Is there really a God willing to save you?"

Ambatoor murmured softly, and thunder seemed to be rolling in the sky on all sides.

It seems that due to some "rules", He is unable to collect this soul.

The hair went straight into Sister Windsorbell's body, penetrated her clothes, and wrapped around the Holy Rose emblem that she wore on her chest like a pocket watch.

Suddenly, a strong light burst out.

A force of law pulled her high into the sky, penetrating through numerous boundaries and instantly returning to the human world.

But Sister Windsorbell's crisis was not resolved, because after returning to the material world, she had no place to rely on.

"Her physical body has been completely destroyed and is no longer a refuge for her soul.

If you force it, you will continue to get hurt and degenerate into a ghost.

Unless, a suitable body is found!"

Roy frowned in thought.

“But what should we do now?
First remove the toxins, then use activating agents to awaken vitality?

It seems not possible...

Find another suitable corpse?

It doesn’t seem to work either!
She has experienced the judgment of hell, and the proportion of her soul has changed greatly. She is no longer human!
This kind of soul is difficult to be compatible with the human body..."

When she was at a loss, Roy suddenly caught a glimpse of her soul merging with the rose emblem on her chest, and the holy emblem was like a wreath with cross thorns growing out of it.

The entire holy emblem was deeply engraved into it!

“Sister Windsorbell, listen to me!
You are dead now!
but……

There is still a chance to revive!

Are you willing to take over this body and become my angel?"

Roy was surprised, and suddenly realized something, and summoned the prototype apostle.

This tall apostle with skin as white as milk is indeed echoing the nun with a pure soul.

The soul characteristics and spiritual ratios of the two are so close that they can be said to be made for each other. The synchronization rate has reached an astonishing 100%!

But this is not a rootless transformation, but a result of years of praying and expressing oneself with the holy light, which has led to an invisible resonance.

The judgment of hell also stripped away many parts of animality, causing major changes in the entire structure.

"Mr. Ilor..."

Sister Windsorbell looked at him in a daze.

From the perspective of the soul, Roy's physical disguise disappears, replaced by an essentially spiritual image.

That was the image of his true appearance, not Ilor, nor the young man with the blood of the Golden Behemoth.

Windsorbell felt a mysterious attraction from it, and involuntarily leaned over, and then completely injected herself into the apostle's body.

As a fierce light shot up into the sky, a transformation began that even Roy himself could hardly understand.

"Angel" was born!

(End of this chapter)