Grant said in his heart, he wanted to reach out his hand and hold Trieste again as usual.

However, this time he did not hold it.

"What's wrong?" This time he asked the question.

"Grant, is human love pure giving?... Is love such an idealized thing?

Do people need to love and be loved, do they need to understand and be understood? Is love a kind of ability? If so...then, is receiving love also a kind of ability? "

Trieste asked him with a smile.

Her smile is like early spring flowers blooming in the morning light, bringing not only color but also vitality of life.

It was as if the spring breeze blew across the lake, causing waves of fresh ripples. The surrounding air seemed to become warm and cheerful because of her smile.

Grant opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but a sense of unreasonable fear suddenly emerged.

In the sunny University of Lisbon, everyone is bathed in the warm and genial light.

However, at this harmonious moment, a man wearing a black priest's uniform appeared.

He holds an umbrella in his right hand and a black book in his left hand.

He has a handsome appearance, but his eyes reveal unfathomable indifference.

When he appeared, Grant found himself unable to move.

Those amber eyes simply looked at him, then shifted their gaze to "Tristel".

The black-robed man's eyes shone like amber, and his appearance seemed to tear apart the boundary between reality and fantasy.

Grant and Trieste's eyes were attracted to him, and then they found themselves in a dreamlike amber moonlight.

This scene is as illusory as the moon in the mirror, the untouchable moon hangs high in the sky, and the air is accompanied by a faint but continuous sound of dripping water, which seems to be the whisper of the passage of time.

Suddenly, countless threads as thin as spider silk flickered around them, each thread was like a link of fate, weaving an inescapable nightmare.

In this illusion, Trieste's figure began to twist, and her skin and flesh seemed to disintegrate in the air, like a watercolor figure dissolving in the rain.

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Like the sound of bubbles bursting, the inhuman existence seemed to be directly wiped out from this world.

The cold blood splashed on Grant's face. He witnessed all this, but he couldn't move. He could only watch Trieste turn into a red flower in the air. The flower bloomed in the air, floated, and was finally stained in the air.

His dull face.

"No..." He whispered desperately in his heart.

His heart was filled with unspeakable fear and despair, and his lover just disappeared before his eyes, like a beautiful but cruel dream.

The man in the black clerical uniform is like a director directing destiny. There is no sadness or joy in his eyes, only a deep and indifferent amber light.

When the illusion ended, Grant found himself still standing in the sunlight, and Trieste had disappeared.

Looking at the blood and mud on the ground, he recalled the shocking scene just now.

Grant finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed.

"No..., this is not true... why..."

Grant felt that his legs had lost strength, and a wave of dizziness struck him. He knelt down weakly on the ground, holding his hair tightly with both hands, as if this could suppress the pain in his heart.

Grant's breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.

His stomach began to convulse violently, and waves of nausea came over him, causing him to retching continuously, and gastric juices boiled in his throat with bitterness.

This physical pain seemed incomparable to the despair in his heart.

"vomit------"

Tears and snot mixed together silently and flowed down Grant's pale cheeks.

His eyes were empty and out of focus, as if his soul had dissipated with Tristel in that weird illusion. His heart was full of confusion and fear, and every memory was like a piece of sharp glass in his eyes.

flashed through my mind, leaving a wound that could not be healed.

Grant's spirit seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and his world had been completely destroyed by that terrifying vision.

Everything around him became strange and terrifying, and even the warmth of the sun could not touch his cold heart.

He felt like a soul abandoned in the endless void, helpless, lonely, and swallowed by deep fear and despair.

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Ripples appeared in the space again, and a group of fully armed legendary hunters from the [Hall of Hunting] appeared here. When they looked at Grant, who was kneeling on the ground, crying and having a mental breakdown, their faces became extremely ugly.

"Heaven!!!"

"These damn bastards!!!"

Didi didi——

The warning from the Academy of Sciences rang out on my wrist again. At this moment, no fewer than a thousand "massacres" had occurred simultaneously throughout Iberia.

"This is the justice of heaven!?"

The eyes of the deep-sea hunter who led the team turned bright red at this moment.

Faced with the bloody terror brought by the number one sword holder in the kingdom of heaven, deep in the hearts of all Iberians, the burning anger was like a sleeping volcano suddenly awakening. It was a deep anger, as if being driven by ruthless

The waves stirred up by the storm were turbulent and uncontrollable.

The source of this anger is the ultimate hatred for the wanton slaughter of angels in heaven. The flames continue to spread in everyone's hearts, like wildfire that cannot be extinguished.

The unwillingness was like a roar trapped in the chest, and every breath was full of struggle and pain.

Stimulated by hatred, heaven and angels become distorted and blurred, and every moment of their existence is like a mockery of Iberia.

The pain is like countless needles pricking in the heart, and every beat makes people unable to forget the unforgettable pain.

Extreme hatred breeds in everyone's heart, like a demon growing in the darkness, constantly devouring his reason.

His mind was clouded by hatred, and every thought was filled with the desire for destruction and revenge.

Instead of forgiveness and understanding, there is only endless resentment and a desire to retaliate against those who have harmed Iberia.
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