Minglun City.

It was already getting late, but the air was still filled with overwhelming rain and fog, making it so gray that it was difficult to see clearly from a little further away.

The most uncomfortable thing was that Anne did not have an umbrella at home, and her thin and tattered clothes could not block the humidity. She was worried that if she stayed in an open place for too long, she might get sick.

"Sister, please don't go, okay?"

Eight-year-old Blaise is extremely thin and not as strong as other children of the same age. However, he has a pair of big blue eyes and a longing for life with a trace of innocence.

I did not feel the hardship and helplessness of life.

"It's impossible not to go. If this continues, my sister won't be able to hold on anymore. These days, I feel that the smoke has penetrated into my bones, and my whole body is itching. I heard Uncle Sante say that it is white phosphorus, which is found in match factories.

The environment is too bad. I shouldn't have worked such hours in the first place. Look, my sister is very ugly now."

Anne bent down, hugged her brother, and smiled.

Her eyes were as bright as gems, but the flesh around her mouth had rotted and deformed, revealing red gum and white teeth.

The most sad thing is that her chin is also crooked, and the bones begin to grow diagonally to the left.

Just look at the upper half of the face, it is a girl as beautiful as an angel, look at the lower half of the face, not even the evil spirits crawling out of hell are so ugly.

"Sister, you are not ugly at all, you are still as good-looking as your mother."

Blaise hugged her sister and shed tears silently.

He has learned a lot of words from his sister these days, and he also secretly picked up old newspapers and went to the drunkard convenience store owner to learn some reading and writing skills at the cost of listening to his bragging and telling stories.

So, gradually I began to understand some truths.

My sister and her group of workers worked twelve or thirteen hours a day in a poisonous gas environment in exchange for a meager salary, which was just enough for the two siblings to live in this city.

If you don’t dare to leave early, don’t dare to be late, or even dare to be lazy, your money will be deducted.

Last time, my sister was very dizzy due to illness, so she went a little late. That day, the two siblings were hungry.

Because they have been working in the environment of white phosphorus smoke for a long time, my sister Anne and her group of female workers have already had hundreds of chins crooked, their gums exposed, and their lower cheeks rotted into rotten flesh.

However, the factory owner never paid attention to it, and if he moved a little slowly, he would beat him hard with a whip.

Blaise felt that the factory owner was as hateful as the Far Eastern devil.

No, more cruel than the devil from the Far East...

"Blaize, don't cry. Practice your reading and writing, memorize more words, and be a promising man in the future..."

Anne's voice was still so gentle.

There was a gleam of hope in his eyes.

In Blaise's opinion, this is the most beautiful face in the world.

"Really, can our life get better? Can I have an extra piece of bread during lunch?" The child's emotions come and go quickly.

He thought about going to the grove in the afternoon to watch Uncle Grete practice his sword. He heard Grete say that he had participated in the Far Eastern War. Although one of his legs was disabled, he had killed many devils at that time.

'That Far Eastern Demon is so hateful, I also want to learn my skills and help the temple to kill the enemy.'

Blaise secretly clenched her fists and thought, "Of course, I must make some achievements as soon as possible so that my sister will no longer work for that black-hearted boss."

Annie joins the team.

Blaise follows behind...

He thought to himself that maybe his sister would not have to work for such long hours in the future, and would have more money to buy bread without going hungry.

Not far ahead, there is a huge unfinished statue, more than twenty meters high. It depicts a middle-aged man who is elegant and elegant, with his hair neatly combed back. It is the statue of William, the mayor of the city.

I heard from my sister that the wages that their workers were fined were for the statue of Mr. William.

Blaise smacked the towering statue, and quickly followed the team. People around him were crowded, shouting...

The rain and fog had stopped at some point, and the sun was shining down on him, making him feel a touch of softness and warmth.

Under the radiance of the divine spirit.

Life is full of hope.

"Pa bang bang..."

A series of explosions rang in his ears.

…………

…………

My sister is dead, no longer breathing...

"ah……"

Blaise raised his head and screamed wildly. He saw the pearl at the tip of the temple, still emitting a holy and soft white light.

The statue of Mr. William in the distance is still so majestic.

"This is the kingdom of gods. If there is a demon, please destroy him."

Blaise hugged her sister Annie's body that was gradually becoming colder, her eyes dull, and she thought to herself.

He thought again about the newspaper he saw at the drunkard grocery store owner's shop, and about that scary-looking Far Eastern devil... If possible, he would also like to be such a person.

A little golden light floats towards the other side of the ocean.

But Blaise didn't notice at all.

…

The statue in the square that has not yet been completed.

On the high scaffolding, a worker danced and screamed and fell down.

Thinking he was frightened by the gunfire, he couldn't stand still for a moment...

Waving his hands and feet, he broke the supports and shattered the bones... With a crashing sound, the entire statue began to slowly tilt and collapse downwards.

"ah……"

Another loud sound came.

The crowd below the statue ran wildly to avoid it.

But there was still a little girl in a lotus skirt, standing there at a loss as to what was going on.

boom……

The huge statue was broken in the middle, the head fell down, and the shadow fell, completely covering her small figure.

"Angel."

A woman next to her screamed with horror on her face.

The scream was ear-piercing, and before it even came to its end, it suddenly paused. The woman saw that in the shadows, a person had appeared next to Angel.

A tall man with hair that burns like a golden flame from the sun.

You can't tell how old this man is. He seems to be in his fifties or sixties, or in his twenties or thirties. His eyes are gentle and kind.

The granite that was as big as a round table was smashed down heavily, and fell with the roaring wind, but was gently held up by one of his palms, like holding up a white feather.

"Holy Spirit!"

I watched as the man waved his arm and threw the huge stone head of unknown weight more than ten meters away. It hit the ground hard and fell apart, causing the square to shake slightly again.

The middle-aged woman trembled all over, rushed up a few steps, knelt on the ground, and worshiped devoutly.

"The spirit is with you."

The man smiled brightly, picked up the frightened little girl, gently stroked her wavy hair, and handed it to the middle-aged woman, "Take care of her, don't stay too far away."

"Yes, sir."

Although the man in front of me was covered in travel dust and his clothes were somewhat damaged, he had obviously traveled a long way.

But the woman did not dare to look down upon him at all, her eyes were full of awe.

She took the little girl, cried, laughed, and thanked her. There was a burst of cheers from all around.

Even when gunshots were heard in the distance, no one paid attention to them.

"God loves the world. He is everywhere. Even if he sees a little girl in distress, he is all-knowing and all-powerful and can save her."

"Yes, Aunt Sri is a devout believer, and what she does is naturally seen by the gods."

"Angel is a blessed little girl. She will definitely be great when she grows up."

The people around him were praising him.

At this time, a young man with brown hair was heard making a discordant voice: "What kind of god is he? He is just a templar. He wants to buy people's hearts and perform a show to deceive stupid men and women."

The blond middle-aged man who was gradually walking away suddenly stopped and turned around.

He looked at the brown-haired young man and smiled: "God loves the world and hates the devil. God says you are guilty."

Chi...
To be continued...