The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"I'll have the students from the Bell Guard follow up," Lucius said in a voice as deep as an organ. "That thing... can't be caught yet..."

　"Can you... catch it?"

　"I'm sure I can," Lucius breathed out, "Please accept my condolences. I will personally make him atone for his sins."

　"Thank you...Mr. Lucius..."

　The old woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave Lucius a wry smile.

　"I heard... you donated money to the families of all the victims? You didn't have to spend so much money... and you shouldn't be blamed for all this... After the steam revolution, at least we could have enough to eat... The appearance of that kind of thing... can't be blamed solely on you..."

　The sea breeze is bleak and the sky is gray.

　Lucius didn't say anything, but just looked at the old man in the coffin quietly.

　He had seen many faces like this before, always sleeping in coffins, as calm as if nothing had happened.

　The family members beside the coffin were different. Some of them were already crying, some told him to get out, and some even pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

　Lucius never fought back.

　He nodded towards the old woman and said:

　"Please accept my condolences. One day, I will make Steamman pay for this... monster I created."

　"I've already said... You shouldn't blame yourself for the birth of this monster..."

　"Take care of yourself, Auntie."

　Lucius put on his top hat, saluted the coffin again, then turned and walked away.

　He heard bursts of sobbing behind him and seagulls crying in the distant sky, but all this was very far away from them.

　Lucius gently held the gem on his chest, the Angel's Tear.

　"Forgive me..." he murmured softly.

　At that time, in order to resurrect Miriam, he killed countless innocent people with the help of steam man.

　Each ghost gathered in his heart, tormenting him every night and weaving a thread of darkness for him.

　Those strands of darkness eventually gathered together, turning into the rain rippling with green light, and turning into that dark night in October.

　That day, he personally opened the door to the White Tower in order to save his daughter.

　Today...

　"cough..."

　When he thrust his hand into the gate of hell, Lucius felt dizzy.

　Dark power surged from his heart, and that black heart had never mobilized so quickly.

　The black mist gradually outlined the structure of pipelines on his body, which were tattered and spewing steam.

　The steam turned into ghosts around him, cursing and cursing him.

　Curse me... Curse me...

　"Haa ...

　Lucius roared, fought against Crimson, and forcibly opened the gate of hell!

　Today, he alone holds the gate to the White Tower.

　In order to save everyone in the academy!

　With a mortal body!

　"Alice! Speed ​​up!" Lucius yelled.

　The flesh and blood on his body was falling apart, leaving cracks all over his body.

　He's losing control!

　Alice's hands trembled as she watched her mentor's body being gradually torn apart by the gate of hell.

　But she didn't hesitate at all and immediately executed -

　"Om——"

　As the stars on the Sword of Dawn twinkled, the flow of light emanating from the White Tower doubled in strength.

　Some light streams lingered around Xingmo's body, and light tentacles grew out of her chest and began to wrap around the golden stars and moon.

　Seeing this, Cain's eyes once again turned crimson, and the outline of the gate of hell began to collapse again.

　She wanted to fly towards Xingmo, and a emerald green crack opened up in his chest—

　"Pfft!"

　Aurora flew out, brandishing her tree spear. Her body was covered in crimson wounds, but her eyes showed no sign of retreat.

　"Don't even think about getting close to her!" Aurora yelled.

　“Shut up!” Cain roared, picking up the Spear of Longinus and slashing at Aurora.

　Below, as the gate of hell was once again interfered with by Cain, it shrank even faster.

　Most people on the battlefield were entangled with the Crimson Descendants. The people of Nagilfa were fighting against the Crimson Giants that rose from the ground, with fire dragons and giants helping them. The people of the Extraordinary Department and the Academy were fighting fiercely with the Crimson Descendants who wanted to get close to Xingmo.

　As for Merlin, he worked together with the two Wild Hunt angels to thrust a giant golden tree into Enoch's spine.

　Merlin raised his head and looked into the distance, at Lucius's lonely back.

　"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath, which was rare, "Lucius..."

　No one was free to help Lucius.

　He was the only one keeping the door open.

　""

　Lucius only felt that his flesh and blood were crumbling, and the world in front of him was gradually becoming blurred.

　His Black Heart was outputting power at high speed, and dark clouds lingered around him, acting as an extension of his body, helping him hold up the door that determined the fate of the world.

　Suddenly, he saw faces in the steam.

　Those were the souls killed by the Steam Man, and their marks still flowed in the curse, hidden in Lucius's heart.

　They cursed Lucius, cursed his cruelty, cursed his hypocrisy.

　"Help me..." Lucius murmured softly, "Not for me... for your family..."

　"I haven't forgiven myself...and you never have to forgive me..."

　"I...said..."

　"One day...I will make Steamman pay..."

　"Today..."

　Judgment Day.

　The cursing suddenly stopped, as if all the marks understood the current situation, and the distorted faces became calm one by one.

　calm.

　Sin and redemption.

　Lucius could feel that the power of the curse had become docile. They no longer resisted Lucius, but were used by Lucius, helping him to open the door in front of him.

　Behind this gate is the Citadel, the former home of all the dead souls.

　There is pain and sadness there, but there is also family.

　Lucius's spirit began to crumble, but his lake-blue eyes remained unwavering.

　He held on to the door tightly, allowing his body to be swallowed by the darkness.

　confused.

　Lucius thought back to those days.

　After the Steam Revolution, he gave up the invitation from the Messina Chamber of Commerce and insisted on staying in Nefera Beta as an ordinary teacher, doing research in his spare time.

　The steam revolution had brought countless opportunities, and he could have soared to great heights.

　He did not choose to jump in, jump into the wave of steam, the abyss of decadence and debauchery.

　After his wife died, he wanted to give Miriam an ordinary life and let her grow up in the sunshine.

　But the wave of steam eventually took Miriam away.

　Even if Miriam returned on the starlight, Lucius knew that some things were destined to be returned.

　Now, it's his turn to pay back the debt.

　"Ka...ka..."

　As his spirit body began to break apart bit by bit, Lucius closed his eyes.

　He could feel that the ceremony at the White Tower was about to be completed and his mission was coming to an end.

　Just when he felt that everything was about to go away...

　"father!"

　Someone is shouting.

　Then--

　"Miso miso miso——"

　Silver fragments gleaming with white light were embedded into the frame of the Hell Gate, stabilizing its outline.

　That's a broken star.

　At the same time, someone hugged Lucius from behind and endured the gate of hell with him.

　"Milliam!" Lucius opened his eyes and shouted, "Go! It's dangerous here!"

　It was Miriam. She finally broke through the group of Crimson Heirs and came to the door!

　"Stupid dad!" Miriam yelled, "I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself!"

　Golden light burst forth from Miriam's body. She was a demigod. Starlight and white flames entwined within her. She was a divine messenger!

　She begged Miss Perlis to take action and use the Star Breaker to briefly delay the closing of the Gate of Hell!

　For the sake of his daughter, Lucius let himself sink forever in the sea of ​​sin.

　He needs someone to redeem him.

　Miriam is that starlight——

　"Xiaomo! Hurry!" Miriam shouted.

　"!"

　As the light from the white tower quickly converged, Xingmo opened his eyes.

　She opened her arms and once again embraced the golden stars and moon that belonged to her.

　"boom"

　At this moment, tens of thousands of stars lit up in the sky.

　Xingmo's pupils were outlined in gold, and the golden light caused the deep red to begin to fade away.

　The golden stars and moon are carried by seven flowers!

　The gate of hell finally collapsed, and Miriam pulled the bruised Lu

　Hughes stepped back and the two fell together.

　The girl's spirit was on the verge of breaking, and she shared the pressure of the closing gate of hell with Lucius.

　In a daze, Lucius reached out his hand to his daughter.

　"Millie...Ann..."

　He whispered softly:

　“I can’t get out…”

　Looking at her father's face full of cracks, Miriam's eyes were filled with tears.