At that moment, Albert turned around in shock.
On the street covered by heavy rain, he listened dully to the loud noise in the distance. The sky was torn apart, and the hot wind stirred up the rain and splashed on him.
His face was pale.
He saw the white waterfall breaking away from gravity and rising toward the sky.
It was an ocean that evaporated in a heat comparable to the scorching sun. The thick and hot boiling water vapor rode in the foehn wind, stacked on top of each other, like tall towers, extending layer by layer toward the sky.
In the end, it broke from the middle and collapsed toward the Holy City.
The moisture dissipates in hurricanes and heavy rains.
Then, a little orange light appeared on the towering city wall. The dark color first turned to orange, and then turned to red.
The redness spread in the heavy rain, the iron city wall was burned red, and the hot molten steel flew out in the heavy rain.
The red-hot iron flow flows down from the city wall, running on the ground, like tears under the eyes.
At the end, there was an earth-shattering tearing roar.
The iron wall, which was dozens of feet thick, was penetrated. Under the bombardment of the endless music, all barriers and obstacles were torn apart like tissue paper.
The red-hot iron wall fell apart and collapsed toward the earth.
Terrifying heat spurted out from the gap, like a sharp blade, piercing into the heart of the Holy City.
Along the Avenue of the Prophets, the torrent moved forward, spreading across the Sacred Square, rushing over the streets, ruthlessly evaporating everything involved in it, leaving behind spreading flames.
The sound of collapse is endless.
In the terrifying hurricane, the feverish temperature spread, almost scorching Albert's hair.
In the distance, the Zhongcheng Festival area was lit, wailing in the fire.
A sad tangent line extended straight forward, followed closely by the red-hot iron oar, fighting against the heavy rain, quickly evaporating the water vapor, drying up and condensing, emitting a pungent stench.
The melted lapis lazuli is dotted on the high-temperature black surface, like the lines of ore, twisting and turning toward the sky, showing a twisted smile.
Then he was crushed to pieces by the sole of his foot.
Ye Qingxuan crossed the gap and stood on the ground of the Holy City, looking up at the burning city.
Wails came from afar.
Appreciating this grand destruction, he took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. His heavy coat fluttered in the foehn wind, making a hunting sound.
"Isn't this great?"
He basked in the warm wind and squinted his eyes: "At least it's warmer."
Behind him, a huge shadow slowly rose, and the Nomadic Mountain towered over the sky, casting a ferocious silhouette towards the burning city.
The endless bombardment continued.
On the sea along the coast, the royal fleet formed by Long Wei was still spitting poisonous fire into the sky. The stars rose one after another. After crossing a long arc, they crossed the city wall and fell into the city, setting off one after another. roar.
After the brutal fight, the armored knights who had no blood to stain their bodies fell from the sky and gathered behind him.
At the end, a wheelchair stood beside him, and the man in the wheelchair looked up at him:
"continue?"
"continue-"
Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly and stared at the tower in the distance: "Aren't there still so many enemies that have not been defeated?"
"What about ordinary residents?"
"If it's not in the way, they can go wherever they want."
"Where are the people who resisted?"
"Don't ask stupid questions like this."
Watson smiled, knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair and narrowed his eyes: "So, where are the people who surrendered?"
Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, just glanced at him.
That's the answer.
Watson waved his hand with satisfaction and issued the final order:
"—Purify!"
So, the fleet in the distance blew the horn.
In the sky, steel creations fell like heavy rain, smashed to the ground, wedged into the steel, and stood in the flames.
A forest of burning racks towered over the Holy City.
Hundreds of years later, the cruel light returned with the Inquisition, shrouded the city, and burned everything... to the ground!
…
In the Central Resurrection Cathedral, the lost Albert pushed open the door and stumbled in.
Staring at the back, he panted tiredly.
In the silent hall, there was only the old man who bowed his head in prayer.
"Is it worth it, Holy See?"
Albert's voice was hoarse.
The Red King's eyes were lowered, but his expression remained calm: "What's the pity to take away a monster with something that is destined to lose its value?"
The fall of the Order was doomed at the moment of defeat and could not be changed. No one would allow the huge organization that once dominated the entire world to be resurrected again.
What awaits the sect is only cruel division, merciless liquidation and relentless suppression, until all its residual value is squeezed out, swept into the dust of history, and becomes a thin part of the history books. One page.
There's nothing wrong with that.
At least there's nothing bad about the Last Red King.
There is life and there is death. The destruction of the cult was already doomed on the day the cult was founded. It was just sooner or later.
Even gods cannot live forever, let alone the obsessions left over thousands of years ago
The old era is destined to pass.
If he could complete his final mission with his dying body, then he would finally be considered a worthy death.
If we can no longer keep the world going, we must at least eliminate the hidden dangers in the future.
—For the great future of mankind.
So, the cult that believed in the gods killed the gods who came to this world.
Then, use your remaining value to lay the final trap.
Just as Hermes predicted - the old gods will die.
Three pillars of gods, three sages, four living creatures, eight major phenomena...
All natural disasters have dissipated.
—And when the "God's Natural Disaster, Shire" was destroyed, all that remained was the "Man's Natural Disaster, Ye Qingxuan".
This is the deepest fear that nations face today.
If he chooses to ascend to the throne of God, who can stop him
When the value of all things is decided by Ye Qingxuan, if this excessive power goes out of control, what kind of dark future will mankind have
Could it be that after everyone worked so hard to destroy a god, it was to welcome a new god to dominate everything
Then, there is only one result left.
Destroy him.
Just like destroying the Ciel.
This is the tacit judgment of the nations.
It’s not a big deal if the Holy City is buried with him. If he can complete his mission, it’s not a pity to drag this rotten and bloated religious order to pieces together.
As long as all the monsters in the world can be destroyed.
Just usher in a new era.
Amid the burning and mourning, the bells of the central sanctuary rang.
The trial against the Son of God is about to begin, and the final judge is about to enter.
"Let's go, Albert."
The Red King stood up, turned around and walked towards the venue: "This is the final battle."
But Albert still stood where he was.
Trembling.
I don't know if it's because of fear or... anger!
"This is not a battle at all, Holy See!"
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to make a hoarse voice: "This is just a despicable murder."
The Red King stopped and turned around, his eyes calm and calm.
"Isn't a real battle always like this? It's not majestic or glorious at all, or even tragic, it's just a fight. Because you have to do the right thing, and you have to do it again and again. Even if it becomes fragmented in the future , Death Burial Wilderness…”
"The right thing?"
Albert laughed weakly, "Is this what you want? Well, I quit. At least I can choose not to be right anymore."
The Red King withdrew his gaze and turned around to leave without trying to hold him back.
Determined to go his own way and go to a dead end.
The despairing Albert was left standing there, looking at his back, and roared with all his strength: "Until he died! Wagner believed that you could save the world again! How could you let him down!"
"No, I will not."
This is the final answer.
The Red King opened the door and walked into the judgment hall.
The door is closed.
…
…
The sound of fighting echoed in the burning city.
The iron stream formed by the armored knights rushed on the ground, dispersed, and rushed in all directions. Wherever it passed, it destroyed all buildings, killed all resisters, set all surrenders on fire, and burned everything in sight. Everything was crushed to pieces.
Wearing blood-red robes, the Hammers of Witches hold high the same holy symbol, carrying fire and judgment, giving destruction and judgment to all heretics.
Abandon all sins.
Purify all filth.
Destroy all heretics.
Even if the enemy is the religious sect, he will not hesitate.
And the last group of Witch Hammers gathered around Ye Qingxuan Shen, following the purification musicians who were given master-level authority, and headed straight towards the central sanctuary.
Pierce through all defenses and resistance.
Step forward through blood and fire.
Until finally, we came to the sacred square of destiny.
The stone with the music of destiny engraved on it had been shattered in the fire, collapsed, and turned into a meaningless ruin.
And just at the end of the square, the Templars guarding in front of the Papal Palace drew their swords.
Amid the neighing of the falling whale, reinforcements finally arrived from outside the Holy City.
Like falling stars, the knights made of lapis lazuli fell in front of Ye Qingxuan, drew out their power halberds, and pointed them at his face.
Seventy-one gospel armors hung high in the air, with a fiery halo above their heads, holding heavy guns and giant shields, forming an invisible array.
"Finish quickly, don't waste time."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand tiredly and looked at the towering palace in the Papal Palace: "I still have a trial to attend, don't make me late."
So, the Witchhammers drew their swords, stepped forward, and attacked the Templars.
The two sharp swords forged by the Holy City finally collided together, sparks and roars burst out - the war finally reached its climax.
The colors of blood red and green gold blended together and collided with each other, causing the roar of gold and iron to burst out, spreading pure power and destruction.
And in the middle of the chaos, the crowned knight in the center of the Templars finally drew his sword.
Cut forward!
Like a dragon roaring.
In the roar of the air being cut, the sharp blade blessed with the Sun of God's Wrath was cut off, and the armor and the knight inside were cut into two pieces neatly.
The terrifying power exploded instantly, forming a hurricane, roaring forward, lifting Ye Qingxuan's hair.
It stung his eyes.
The crowned knight steps forward, treading blood.
It was just an ordinary armor, but in his hands it exerted a power that was superior to the gospel armor. Any enemy in front of him was cut into two pieces with a single sword.
Until finally, he broke through the defense of the Witch's Hammer, faced the fire and thunder unleashed by the purifying musicians, and stood in front of Ye Qingxuan.
From dozens of meters away, Ye Qingxuan could clearly see the remaining cracks on his helmet.
The old armor still retains its past achievements and glory, but now it is covered in blood, and it looks ferocious like an evil ghost, choosing people to eat.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him for a long time and made a hoarse voice:
"Father, long time no see."