Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

The next day, while eating in the cafeteria, he saw the news on TV:

Senior government officials in Vilnius, Lithuania, defected to Poland yesterday and announced their support for Polish Solidarity leader Lech Walesa as prime minister.

A long list followed.

He saw his father's name in it.

When he came to his senses, he was surrounded by curious students and unknown people in military uniforms.

That year, he was 24 years old.

That day, he was taken to drink tea by KGB and then detained. But talent is talent after all, and with a good education and guidance from his father, he quickly established a good relationship with the officers who interrogated him.

"It's just that there have been some upsetting things lately. Young man, you'll be fine. Our mother can handle everything. This is just the darkness before dawn."

"We still need young people like you to build it."

Perhaps the officer's words came true. Not only could he continue his studies here, but he also received richer meals, which was much better than the pitiful 125 grams of black bread in the hands of others.

And so, while others were sent to Kazan and the Gulag Archipelago, he stayed safely in Moscow for two years.

Finally, in the winter of a certain year, he successfully graduated, and he wanted to tell the officers who had taken good care of him this exciting news.

Since everyone else had been sent away, he was the only one left here, so the lock was almost non-existent.

"It's so quiet."

He walked to the interrogation room and turned on the TV.

“I believe that sooner or later our joint efforts will bear fruit and our people will live in a prosperous and democratic society.”

He sat there in a daze, watching the Kremlin flag with the hammer and sickle lowered.

19:38分，12月25日，1991年，他26岁。

He was released, but he had lost his ideals. He returned to his hometown of Lithuania in a daze. With nothing left, he began to drink, smash, rob, and rape. With a medical background, he was very good at using a scalpel to perform slow death, because he found this process very interesting.

All of this was to cover up the emptiness inside him.

One day, he staggered to the Church of Santa Ana while drunk and took a nap inside the church. When he woke up, he found a priest doing the daily prayer.

After finishing his prayer, the priest turned around and found a man in tattered clothes sitting there, looking at him with disdain.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

No one knows what happened in this church except these two people. It was only after this that an ordinary person who was lost fell into the arms of the Lord and became a priest.

Later, he was absorbed from the outside into the inside, and after undergoing rigorous training and assessment, he became an agent.

A proxy who does not use the black keys.

Someone once asked him:

"Why do you think the black keys are hard to use?"

"It's simple. The Black Keys can't give me that feeling."

“That feeling of close contact with muscle tissue with each cut.”

Later he was transferred to Xueyuan City, and everyone knows what happened afterwards.

"Sir, before that, I want to know your name." The priest looked at Alan, who was lying on the ground with a gentle and easy-going look on his face, while groping for something.

Alan, lying on the ground, tried to get up again, but found that he had lost the ability to do so. He glanced at the priest with a hint of ridicule on his face.

"Alan, I didn't expect that such a noble agent would pay attention to a nobody like me. Sir, may I ask if you have any love for Yahweh?"

Although he knew the effect was limited, Alan had no choice but to choose this method. After all, this was his last attempt at resistance.

"Mr. Allen, your performance is amazing. I originally wanted to end you with a flying knife, but after my cross broke, I changed my mind."

The priest took out a scalpel from his pocket. "This is to show my utmost respect to you."

"Mr. Allen, do you know what anatomy is?" Before he finished speaking, the priest kicked Allen's calf hard.

"Oh, sorry, this is beyond my calculation. Let me help you again." After saying that, the priest did it again to the other side.

The man kicked him on the calf, and Alan felt a piercing pain in his leg. He realized that he had lost control of this body.

"Very good, then I will start with the right hand. If I remember correctly, the radius is on the outside of the arm. Mr. Allen, the operation is about to begin. It will be a little painful."

The cold titanium alloy gently tore the stratum corneum, and the muscle tissue underneath was also cut off. At the same time, bright red blood slowly flowed out. A small piece of muscle tissue was thrown to the ground, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Ten minutes later, the priest had completed the analysis of the components of Allen's right hand, and some accompanying items were left behind.

"Mr. Allen, this is your script being performed! Smile at the camera and guess what death symbolizes at this moment?" The priest held the part of Allen's body that had just been analyzed in his left hand and looked at his latest work with an intoxicated look on his face.

The priest was somewhat disappointed when he did not hear the resentful reply, but he continued his one-man show in a professional manner.

"What a pity there is no answer. Let me tell you. This is a tragedy!"

Allen's left hand grabbed the priest's hand that was about to continue the operation. "Really? Father?"

"Mr. Allen, you're still here. Sorry, now that you're up, go on. The show isn't over yet."

"Alan? Are you calling him?" He looked at the clown in front of him with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Sorry, Alan is not at home today. The one you are chatting with now is Vashak."

It was raining heavily, and his scarlet eyes just stared directly at the priest.

Chapter 45 Portrait of Alan Vashak

"Mom, the windows are closed."

"Really? Then go to bed early, tomorrow is Monday."

The child who helped his mother close the doors and windows went to bed obediently, while the dark sky outside the window seemed to be a crack, and heavy rain poured down.

Snowfield City was already experiencing heavy rain and strong winds, but the strong winds helped the rain to end sooner.

In exchange, the strong winds will inevitably destroy some things.

It was raining heavily, and Alan's broken body was soaked by the rain.

So cold...

Alan opened his eyes with great difficulty, and was greeted by raindrops as big as beans, which knocked him back again.

He shook his head gently. Apart from the feeling above his neck, he could no longer control the movements of his limbs. His left arm lay stiffly on the ground, while his right hand...

It no longer belongs to me.

What would it feel like to personally feel a part of your body being disintegrated?

pain.

A pain that is unforgettable.

If he was anesthetized or his hand was cut off, it would be fine, at least it is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. But the way this priest chose was to use a scalpel to gradually "dissect" his right hand, one cut at a time, to complete the disintegration.

In other words, the priest intended to torture him slowly in this way, and Allen was very clear about this method of slow death.

Ling Chi.

But the sad thing is that Alan has no time to take care of all this. Having lost control of this body, he can only wait for death to come.

He wanted to make a sound, but was drowned out by the incessant sound of rain. Besides the rain water that had just entered his mouth, there was also a faint smell of blood.

Damn it!

There are still so many beautiful places I haven’t visited!

There are still many classic moments that I haven’t experienced in person!

And the almost impossible dream of returning to Chaldea.

Who can help me? Even if it means sacrificing my humble life!

"This is an extremely unreasonable game, and the chances of winning are almost zero. But since you can hear this sound, it means there is still a glimmer of possibility."

"Choose, to die now; or to live on, live in sorrow, and end up with a more tragic ending?"

Live! I want to live! Even if I have to live like a dog, I must live!

Only by staying alive can I get back what belongs to me!

Only then can we return to Chaldea!!!

"Then take a break, and leave the rest to me."

"After all, we are the only confidants in this world!"

"Alan? Are you calling him? Sorry, Alan is not at home today. The one you are chatting with now is [Vassago]."

He pulled with his left hand, and the priest flew two or three meters away.

"Impossible! I've clearly crippled all your limbs and broken your spine before. You only have the strength of one hand. No, who are you?"

The priest, who was still thinking about what to analyze next in the previous second, felt fear in the next second. Looking at the man who didn't know how to support himself with his left hand, he subconsciously felt fear.

"Who am I? Someone actually asked me that question? Well, you're the first, so listen up."

"Celebrate! This is Vashago, one of the seventy-two demons of Solomon, who (almost) stands above all the demon pillars, declares the past and the future, and knows all hidden and lost things. At this moment, he and Alan have become one, and a brand new world line has begun."

"That's what Alan said," Vashak muttered. "And stay away from that shameful Bal and Agares who always takes my place!"

Hearing this shocking name, the priest quickly made a decision. He would send this message back to let everyone know that the world was about to change drastically!

But because of his previous actions, his fate had already been decided.

"Huh? Want to run?" Vashak saw the priest fleeing in panic, swung his left hand, and a book appeared.

"First, let you run 39 meters."

"This book records that Vashak used a method he despised, dragging his already broken body and ending the priest's miserable life."

The corresponding words appeared on the book, and Vashak closed the book. A mysterious white object appeared from the void and moved in the direction where the priest was fleeing.

After completing all this, Vashak collapsed directly to the ground. This time it was real. The previous ones were just a show of strength.

"Alan, you are so miserable... But it is understandable. It is the same as an ace pilot driving an outdated machine."

“It’s time to upgrade.”

The rain in the sky is still falling, still attacking this battered body, but the difference from before is that I can survive.

"I almost forgot, there is still some follow-up work to do."

On the other side of the city, the priest was running all the way without looking back, for he was afraid that if he looked back, he would be drowned by that guy.

"It's almost there, it will be here soon. This news must be spread."

Of course the priest knew who the guy who called himself Vashak was.

The third of Solomon's seventy-two demon gods. This news was enough for him to do so.

But perhaps because the priest had been in contact with anomalies in the Cathedral Church for too long, he overlooked a fact.

He himself is also a human being.

"Swish——" This is the sound of something passing through.

The priest's vital signs disappeared. What was he thinking about in the last moment?

Are they memories of your youth in the Red Empire?

Is it the confusion and muddleheadedness you feel when you are lost?

Is it the cry of finding faith?

Only he himself knows these things.

On the other side, Ophelia arrived here in a hurry due to the heavy rain. She abandoned the car that she had scrapped and rushed towards the house.

Ophelia was already in a very bad mood. The sudden heavy rain forced all flights to Xueyuan City to stop taking off. She spent a long time finding a guy who wanted to take advantage of her and cast a hint magic on him. As a result, the guy drove too slowly. Ophelia was so angry that she kicked the guy out of the car and drove all the way to Xueyuan City.

Should we say she is worthy of being called a modern Valkyrie?

Finally she arrived, but the rain was so heavy that she was forced to change routes several times. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and just drove through the puddles.

Then the car that Ophelia, the female driver, had taken a fancy to was finally scrapped.

"This is...disperse the idlers! Damn it! The people from the Holy Church are so quick." Ophelia quickened her pace after breaking the barrier. She didn't want to see an ending that would make her regret.

But this kind of thing is usually the opposite of what you think.