Phrygian Internment Site and Prison.

[Certification passed——]

The door of the prison in front of him slowly opened, and Xia Xiu stepped in. His golden eyes looked at the dim environment around him, and his eyes inevitably turned to the most eye-catching part of the prison.

In the dark prison, a heavy metal chair looked extremely cold. Behind the chair, the majestic and cold control panel was waiting quietly. Rows of buttons, switches and indicator lights formed a

A strange control picture, like the baton of death, they mercilessly direct the current to the electric chair.

It is located in a solemn silence, with a depressing atmosphere surrounding it. The seat and back of the electric chair are wrapped in old leather, and a woman with long red wavy hair is restrained on the electric chair.

A black strip of cloth was wrapped around the prisoner's eyes, and a black ball was stuffed into his mouth.

The black strip of cloth on the top of the head carries the curse of "silence", which inhibits spiritual peeping, and the seal in the mouth is used to confine the "speaking spirit".

The metal shackles were firmly tied to the red-haired woman's legs on the back of the chair. The ground at the foot of the chair was made of hard concrete. There was no decoration around. Only four heavy metal anklets were fixed on the ground to fix the prisoner's legs.

, to ensure that they cannot break free while being electrified, a series of straps and straps are ready to bind the person to be executed tightly to ensure that she cannot escape.

There is a pad at the head of the electric chair, and the dark color seems to be soaked with the prisoner's sweat. Next to the head pad is an electrode covered by a translucent mesh metal cover, which is used to contact the prisoner's head.

Make sure the electric current can directly penetrate his brain. Bundles of thick wires hang from the ceiling and are connected to the back of the electric chair.

Tap tap tap——

The sound of footsteps echoed in the closed prison cell. The restrained Lisa Volyanova raised her sweaty head, her long and thin hair was soaked with sweat, and she clung to her in an awkward and unattractive manner.

Her skin felt extremely uncomfortable.

Volyanova has been here for two days. She has not had a drop of water in these two days. The wound on her chest that was hit by the fourth sword-wielding man in heaven has recovered, but the "gift" left by the other party for her is always there.

No longer torturing her, she found that she could not log out of this body projection, she was firmly imprisoned in this body.

At this moment, she felt a thick hand pressing on her cheek and lifting herself up. The contact of the unfamiliar fingers with her cheek brought a slight numbness. The palm of her hand lifted her cheek forcefully, and then

, she felt the restraints on her lips fall off, followed by the strip of cloth.

The cloth strips were suddenly uncovered, and a dazzling bright light was projected into her eyes, like a sudden transition from night to dazzling day.

Volyanova's eyes couldn't adapt to the sudden brightness, her pupils shrank suddenly, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

Her eyes were tightly squinted and her forehead wrinkled, trying to protect her vision from the strong attack of the light. There seemed to be invisible sparks jumping in her eye sockets, and the unbearable stinging feeling spread quickly, making her twist involuntarily.

The imprisoned body tried to avoid this heart-piercing light.

After a while, she slowly adapted to the strong light, and her eyes gradually returned to their normal state.

"Ms. Volyanova, we meet again."

In the strong light, Volyanova saw the face that made her hate and fear again, and the other person's golden eyes contained a soft smile that was not at all consistent with this one.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner panic and discomfort.

The feeling of being suddenly illuminated was like being pulled out of a dark corner and exposed to ruthless light. At that moment, her soul seemed to be exposed to ruthless scrutiny, and she felt an unprecedented feeling.

Fragile. She didn't want to admit that kind of vulnerability, so she replied with a sneer on the corner of her pale mouth to the young man with blond hair and golden eyes:

"As a gentleman, touching a girl's skin for a long time is a very indecent thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I left a bad impression on you." Xia Xiu had an embarrassed expression on his face, his right hand slowly left Volyanova's face, and his left hand was

The light adjusted its angle and continued to shine on the other party's pale cheek.

After doing this, he walked leisurely to the chair opposite the electric chair and sat down, quietly looking at the embarrassed Volyanova.

"Your method of privately kidnapping senior employees of other forces and arbitrarily using lynching methods is completely different from the purpose of your actions declared in diplomacy, and your lynchings are really perfect. This will not be the [Witch's Disaster] and [

It’s something left over from the Battle of the Middle and End.

I remember that during the expulsion war known as the Dark Blood Age, the religious power of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth was completely corrupted. The Holy Church monopolized many fields, including education, culture, law... and they even dared to openly

By twisting Eden's instructions, the Inquisition has almost become a dog of human power. If anyone bites anyone, Youyang and even Edisi are afraid of you who are out of control."

Volyanova showed a sarcastic expression at the blond young man, trying to provoke him to death.

Hearing Volyanova's death-seeking sarcasm, Xia Xiu raised his hand slowly. He activated [Private Customization] through [Vashak]'s authority as the noble son, and copied a book titled "Sudden Respect"

The book "War" was pulled out, and the name of the author of the book - Saint Valentine - was engraved at the bottom of the book.

This is the name of the first sword holder in heaven.

"Yes, that's why there were subsequent reforms to comprehensively strip away secular power and internal wars of rectification. The sword bearer also appeared at this time. The first sword bearer stepped on the corpses of his past colleagues to take back the secular power given by the kingdom of heaven;

The reason why those right-wingers in the current resolution meeting are so resistant to active interference and the [Inspection Department] of the Administration is because they are afraid of losing control. They are afraid and afraid to raise the butcher knife against their colleagues again - these things are all clear.

It is written in the record book of the Kingdom of Heaven and placed in the Library of the Kingdom of Heaven to alert every angel who has just joined.”

The blond young man changed to a comfortable sitting position, casually flipping through the book in his hand, and turned to a page with illustrations: Three thousand people in robes knelt down and howled, and the pope's crown fell to the ground and was stepped on.

Broken, bloody angels weeping blood in the rain.

Title page: Never explore the darkness rooted under the big tree of heaven. It is a scene more terrifying than hell.

“What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.”

"I am also facing the same problem that Saint Valentine faced, taking back the authority of the Kingdom of Heaven. However, this time the situation is a little different. The situation I face seems to be more complicated, but it is easier to deal with." The blond young man

Those golden eyes stood up quietly like snake eyes, and he stared at Volyanova.

"If you want to discuss these so-called historical or moral issues with me, I don't mind chatting with you. It won't actually take too much time. I just want the [indulgence] from you. I have

I'm not interested in erasing your existence. After all, the Dream God Clan lives near [Ibrahimovic City] in [Dreamland], and the terrible person called [Avenger] lives on the nearby big lake. If you really want to

If I erase you, I will probably run the risk of being hunted down by the entire [Ibrahimovic City] and being cursed by the evil god."

I'd rather you kill me now!

Volyanova looked at the blond angel and licked her dry lips.

"I checked your information. How could a person like you be an angel in heaven? Do you love humans? I feel that you love yourself more, [Crimson King], [Xin Liezhi] or [Gate]

Lord], [Chaos of the Thousand Faces], [King in Yellow]... I think they will be more suitable for you." Volyanova asked the blond young man.

road.

Xia Xiu shrugged and replied with a smile:

"Eden loves me more. I love heaven, and of course I love mankind, there is no doubt about it."

"I, or other sword-holders in the Kingdom of Heaven, rarely take the initiative to gain knowledge from good and evil. That is stupid. Everyone maintains basic morality and moves towards the "want" in their hearts. All

Angels in high positions tend to increase their power, not just for survival.

[Human supremacy] is heaven’s description of the evolutionary goals that humans may or even should pursue. As individuals, angels will transcend conventional morals and values ​​and become creative individuals, transcending old moral restrictions and traditional concepts, and making decisions independently

Their own behavior and values. Angels are no longer bound by traditional religion and morality, but can create new values ​​and lifestyles and pursue individual freedom and power.

"Angels may not all love the human group, but angels must love the transcendent nature of human beings. We are not fighting to protect second-hand goods, we are fighting for the transcendence of human beings. I fight for the kingdom of heaven because of the will for power in my heart.

Devoted loyalty, the driving force and essence of life is the will to power, growth and change, pursuing these in order to enhance one's own existence."

"I love the transcendent nature of human beings, therefore, I love human beings."

"And the ones you mentioned are worse in nature. They essentially create dependencies. You know, human beings have thoughts, and thoughts cannot be killed. However, they can destroy thinking people.

:Their greatness makes human beings worthless in front of them.

They confuse the boundaries between greatness and badness so that human beings lose the motivation to move forward. They clear great thoughts and deny what they want to eliminate human happiness. They prevent human beings from thinking, thereby controlling human beings."

"They are the haters of humanity, they are the haters of humanity."

"The angels are their enemies, the kingdom of heaven is their enemy, and I am also their enemy - to rebel against the gods who torture us forever. This is the fate of angels, and this is the fate of superman."

Volyanova opened her lips several times to say something, but when she stared into those golden eyes, she chose to shut up at the right time.

Snap——

The blond young man closed the book in his hand, came to Lisa Volyanova again, looked at her condescendingly and smiled:

"Hand over the [indulgence] in your hand. This is my last humanitarian statement. If you don't hand it over, you will be imprisoned in this body forever, and it will be etched on your body again."

In the deep darkness of the past, the [Ethics Committee] would only give reminders and not interfere, because they advocated that all people are born equal—all people are born with equal personality.

Are the Dream Gods humans?

You used to be a part of human beings, but later you believed in the king of [Dreamland], the Emperor of the Abyss; He hunted other terrible ones or their dependents in a stern and terrifying manner, and sometimes He helped mankind.

You are part of those who have been helped; He allowed you to abandon your physical body and live in the [Dream Realm] forever. Your spirit has been stained by His glory and has become immortal. Therefore, you also call yourself an advanced race..."

[Metatron] appeared behind Xia Xiu, and he stretched out his hand and placed it on Volyanova's head. The [Hand of Supreme] touched Volyanova's essence, and her face was

Under the pale light, it looked terrifying, like a ghost in the snow.

[Don Quixote·Start——]

[Absurd pollution·closed-mindedness]

"Hand of the Supreme·Soul Touch——"

"Hand of the Supreme (soul touch, closed mind)·Psychic black box!"

Volyanova's originally red lips were tightly closed at this moment and turned pale, almost the same as her face that had lost its color due to fear. Her eyes were wide open, filled with indescribable despair and despair.

Fear, as if what she saw was not just an angel, but an indescribable horror behind it.
To be continued...