Chapter 52 "Saint."

The most important events that have ever happened in the tower are recorded in the library of the trial. The thick books stacked in the deepest room of the library are floating in the air, above The inlaid gemstones reflect various colors of light from time to time, like a beautiful eyeball.

Now the pages of the book were opened, and the inner pages turned automatically without any wind. Although its thickness could be clearly seen, it made people feel that the inner pages were extending backwards infinitely, with no end in sight.

A finger wearing a gorgeous gem ring stretched out and pressed one of the pages, revealing the black writing on the top:

[352 years, fifth floor, 'Holy Sacrifice Day' incident.

Storage level: 5; permission requirements: only bishops and above can view.

This is the record of the Holy Festival on the fifth floor of the tower. On February 11, 352, a hollow phenomenon broke out in the fifth-floor 'Holy City' (formerly known as Uto City), and was enveloped by an abnormal white light. After observation and subsequent detection, the event was judged to be a 'natural disaster' phenomenon, and the file and related records were sealed.

The specific details of the incident are as follows:

Within 2.11-12 days, a hollow phenomenon broke out in the lower five floors, and the domain gradually spread outward. At the center of the hollow phenomenon, the "Saint" suddenly descended and began to purify all hunters around him indiscriminately. And pollutants, within 30 minutes of its arrival, a large number of pollutants, as if receiving a summons or being stimulated to go crazy, continued to go to the fifth floor, and finally merged with the white light.

The saint's origin and appearance are unknown. His face is shrouded in white light, his appearance is humanoid, barefoot, and white-haired. He is an adult male floating in the air and singing hymns; his threat level far exceeds all known pollutants. During the period of 2.11, for unknown purposes, the 'Saint' purified almost half of the pollutants in the entire fifth floor. During this period, he purified thousands of fifth-floor hunters who were on the verge of distortion. During the Holy Sacrifice phenomenon After its birth, the fifth level of filth that was already in the collapse stage was greatly purified, and most of the pollutants on the fifth level also disappeared.

According to survivors' descriptions, they could not see the face of the 'saint' clearly, and they could not remember what he had done. In their memories, the Saint suddenly appeared in front of them. It floated in the air, its body was shrouded in a white light, and it walked in the city. All pollutants or hunters it came into contact with were eliminated after a moment. Turned into white light and flew towards the other party.

The survivors had no ill intentions towards the 'Saint', and even thought his actions were good and were grateful for him. They described the white light as very warm and soft, making them want to blend into it and enter the kingdom of heaven, but they still had not finished it. So the saint washed away their pain and let them go.

After coming into contact with the saint, the pollution in the bodies of hunters and civilians was completely cleared.

The entire fifth floor was brand new. After testing, the Inquisition declared that the fifth floor was no longer a 'place of collapse' and shelved the plan to 'clean up' the fifth floor; they rebuilt the temple on the fifth floor and found that the place was being purified. The pollution level at the bottom is even lower than the upper level.

The Tribunal tried to find the 'Holy One'; or to explore its purpose and origin, but after the Holy Sacrifice, the Holy One disappeared. The survivors of the Holy Sacrifice case believed that the Holy One was aware of the fifth level of suffering. Therefore, the savior came to save them. Therefore, the survivors of the Holy City established the Holy City and organized the 'Holy Cicada Church' in order to commemorate the holy day of redemption. 】

The book turned over a page, revealing a pattern on the back, which is now the badge of the Holy City and the icon of the Holy Cicada Church.

Above that, there was a pure white cicada printed on it. Arcana's finger passed across the top, looked at the young man aside and said, "This is the origin of the holy sacrifice."

"How do you feel about this?" The blond The man's tone is soft and his eyes are dark blue. No matter who he looks at, he gives off a gentle and polite temperament, as if he is your closest friend and a mentor who can talk to you about everything.

The young man beside him was silent for a moment, and seemed to be hesitating about something: "I'm afraid that my words will transgress, and I dare not speak nonsense in front of you."

"You can speak boldly, and then you will take over part of the affairs of the trial house. Now If you have any doubts, you can tell me." Arcana stood there, his blond hair giving him a bright color, and his voice was bright and convincing. So the young man believed what he said. Arcana looked at the other party and took a deep breath and thought, he was not wrong. After all, the other party was a newly promoted priest. If anyone overstepped his authority in front of him, he would kill him directly. , there will be no trouble later.

The priest closed his eyes and opened them again, and then said as if he couldn't bear it: "This... this is blasphemy against the Lord."

He took a deep breath, pressed his chest as if he couldn't control it, and his fingers trembled: "How can they Dare to describe a pollutant like this and give it such a title..."

"No need to be angry." Arcana's expression was still gentle: "In any case, these titles will be determined by the trial, and the glory of the Lord will prevail. Everything."

"But it's still blasphemy, it's..."

The priest seemed to want to say something more, but suddenly realized who the person in front of him was and didn't dare to continue. Arcana's eyes flashed, and he He continued: "The ability of the saint is what the Tribunal is extremely concerned about and wants to obtain."

He said: "Whether it is a trick to deceive people, a symbol of sensationalism, or a real pollutant, human , or some kind of prop, but if the Tribunal wants to get it, then it must be returned to the Tribunal."

However, they have not found any trace of each other for sixteen years. The priest looked at Arcana with confusion in his eyes. , but Arcana did not mean to explain, but continued: "We need to find it, Gary, are you willing to accept this task?"

The priest took a deep breath and felt a certain sense of responsibility and honor falling on him. This is what he dreams of, and joining the Trial House is his first mission.

He straightened his back, looked at the person in front of him and smiled: "Don't worry, I will definitely find out the truth."

Archana looked at him and smiled more gently, so gentle that people would just feel that he was being raped in front of him. People have been looking forward to it for sixteen years, no, maybe for more than ten years. The Trial Office has been frantically trying to find the Saint, but they have found nothing.

Only those at the highest level knew what it meant to be able to purify the filth. After discovering that the fifth floor had been purified for the first time, everyone in the trial almost went crazy. No one knows what that means better than them. It is so important to the Tribunal - and even the entire tower, that they were even frantically looking for the Saint a few years ago.

But after searching for a long time to no avail, no matter how crazy people are, they finally reluctantly choose to give up, but this does not mean that they do not pay attention to this matter. After all, "God" needs the existence of a saint.

No one has been able to find the Saint, so it makes the most sense to give this task to the talent in front of you, right?

Arcana thought, his expression was still gentle, and the people in front of him looked at him with admiration in their eyes. This high-ranking nobleman didn't even know how to hide his emotions. After looking at him for a long time, he looked back in shock and said to him: "I will work hard to complete the task."

In front of him, Arcana's He has a perfect and gentle smile on his face, and his long golden hair is winding down. He is holy and perfect, like a gentleman, and at the same time carries a bit of the majesty of a bishop, but the gentleness of the other person makes people feel that he is favored by him. With such a drowning illusion, Gary couldn't even look away, completely immersed in that golden light: "I'm very optimistic about you."

Gary was almost drowned in that golden light, and left in a daze. He was determined to complete this matter in order to respond to the other party's expectations.

Therefore, after he returned, he used all available channels to investigate the so-called saint.

Then the young man discovered that he had found nothing.

"Nothing..." Gary picked up the file in front of him, a little unwillingly, damn, why...

Just when he was about to get angry, someone suddenly knocked on the door, but it was a servant with the latest second-floor The daily newspaper came in. This used to be Gary's way of seeking entertainment, watching some news and gossip, but now he has an important mission, how could he be distracted by these things!

"Saint..." He looked at the file in front of him and the blueprint drawn by the painter. In the painting, a man with white hair stepped barefoot in the air, and below was a monster worshiping him: "Pretending to be a god or a ghost."

His servant brought the daily newspaper to him. Just as Gary was about to scold him, his eyes suddenly paused when he looked up. Then, the young man slowly picked up the daily newspaper and looked at the news on it with some doubts. There, the most conspicuous section on the second floor read: [The laboratory rioted, and a large number of pollutants broke through the containment. 】

"Laboratory..." Isn't this the place with the most pollutants in the upper level?

Gary looked at the things on the screen, and then he became energetic. Since he couldn't find information about pollutants in the library outside, wouldn't it be enough to go to places where there are pollutants?

Thinking of this, Gary no longer hesitated. He picked up the bell next to him and shook it. A servant walked up to him: "Where is father? I want to see him."

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"This is... I do "

Shu Mo looked at the scene in front of him, watching him walk out of the giant cocoon, watching him open his hands and purify the nightmare kneeling in front of him. The man's white hair flew up, and the look on his face His expression was compassionate, but his hands were purifying everyone present without any hesitation. This kind of compassion became cruel and gave people a sense of emotionlessness. Shu Mo even saw Insiya reaching out his hand, and then holding the kneeling person. The land of hunters is completely purified.

But from their initial fear and surprise to their hesitation, in the end, the hunters chose to put down their weapons and no longer resist, not because they couldn't attack, but because they wanted to be freed too much.

As the light grew stronger and stronger, from the altar at the beginning, to the streets, to half of the city, and finally, even the civilians living at home suddenly discovered that the sky outside their houses suddenly became brighter.

The gentle and melodious singing sounded in their ears with pure compassion, as if a ball of light constantly bursting out with hot white light and surging with bright white color. The whole body was full of wounds and was about to turn into a pollutant. A hunter leaned against the wall, listening to the voice coming from his ears. Then, he lowered his head, and in the next second it collapsed into white dust on the ground.

The whole city was flooded with white light. Insia was flying in the city. The strong wind blew his white hair and blurred his face, but Shu Mo could see the face clearly: it was exactly the same as his. , but has a face with gray eyes.

He landed in front of a family that was hugging each other. He stretched out his hand to purify them, but the younger sister broke away and said tremblingly: "Please let us go."

She was hugged by the older brother behind her, but Still tremblingly saying: "We don't want to die..."

"Don't you want to be redeemed?" A disembodied voice came. Insiya didn't look like a human being at this time, but more like some kind of strange creature. A creature that only exists in fantasy.

"Please, we don't want to die!" The couple at the back came over and stood in front of their children. They didn't know what salvation was, but they didn't want to die at this time.

Insiya looked at them quietly. After a moment, the man stretched out his hand, and several people trembled into a ball because of fear. Then, they suddenly found that their bodies were light, and all the injuries on their bodies were intact. They were hugged in the center. The girl even felt that her eyes had returned to normal. They raised their faces, only to find that they had been sent out of the city, isolated outside the white light, and beside them stood people who had the same experience as them.

Insya absorbed their pain and sent them away from the Holy City. But those who had sins, those who were in pain, those who prayed to him, and those who were unwilling to leave were all purified by him indiscriminately. Insya flew for a long time, feeling that his body was getting heavier and more painful, His singing gradually became slower, and finally, the man who flew into the air suddenly fell to the ground, and then fell there. His body was unable to move forward due to severe pain, and his white hair was scattered like a cicada falling to the ground.

He originally wanted to continue going to other places to purify other people, but now he was unable to do anything. Even the city was almost empty. The man closed his eyes and finally fell into a deep sleep. A ball of white light enveloped him, and then, in In front of everyone, the saint who suddenly came to the world was swallowed up by the white light, and left as quietly as when he came.

Shu Mo stared at this scene blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

"Is this...done by me?"

Doubt, still pure doubt.

"Why can't I remember?" Shu Mo took a step back and looked at the picture with even a hint of horror in his eyes. He soon realized one thing: what if he really did these things but didn't remember them at all? , so does this mean that he may have done other similar things, but also forgotten those things.

What is he?

Shu Mo stood there blankly, and for the first time he began to doubt his own existence. The young man looked at the man in the picture, as if a sleepwalker suddenly woke up one day while sleepwalking, only to find that he was holding a hand. There was a long knife dripping with blood, and there were corpses at his feet.

He looked at the white dust floating on the ground in the Holy City. This extremely subtle detail suddenly brought him back to his senses and reminded him of something he had seen a long time ago, or in other words, some time ago.

In the laboratory on the fourth floor, as a cleaner, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness. When he woke up again, when Xi held him in his arms, he saw the white dust on Xi's shoulders.

He had an inexplicable doubt, feeling subtly confused because of such a small detail. But when he suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly remembered this little thing, Shu Mo found that his limbs were stiff and his mind was slow. An idea came to Xu.

...What would happen if he really forgot these things?

Does Xi know about this? Shu Mo's mind was in chaos, but he couldn't help but think about what the other party knew in this situation.

"Look." At this time, Shu Mo felt his shoulders sink, but the person behind him pressed on his shoulders, and the strength of his hands increased, reminding him of his existence vaguely: "You have done a great job. Okay."

Xi continued: "You have the power to judge them, and you also use this power."

"I don't know what it is." Shu Mo came back to his senses and opened his hands in front of him. , revealing the small cicada in the palm of his hand. The opponent was tightly held in Xi's palm. Maybe he felt that the cage that trapped it was opened. The holy cicada slowly flew up, looked at Shu Mo, and then swayed. Flying towards him tremblingly.

Its flying posture was crooked, as if its wings were almost damaged, and it even looked a little pitiful.

But before Shu Mo came into contact with it, Xi stretched out his hand and grabbed it without hesitation. The poor cicada was trembling on his fingertips. Shu Mo looked at this scene and felt a feeling in his heart that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not stop it. Unable to escape the fear and anger, he even had the illusion that his body was being pinched and played with by his fingertips, and there was a slight tingling sensation in the wings behind him.

"That's your power." Xi grabbed him, Shu Mo blinked his eyes, feeling that he was being held in someone's hand, looking at himself; the next second, he was standing here again, looking at This cicada.

"As long as you accept it, you will know what you want to do." Xi continued. Shu Mo looked at him, and his eyes finally became a little angry: "Give it back to me."

The young man reached out to grab it, but Xi He raised his finger, and the eyes behind the mask fell on him, and his eyes made people tremble.

"I hope you can accept your power and know what you should do." Xi said: "I will teach you and protect you. You don't need to think about anything, you don't need to think about anything, just stay with me with peace of mind. "Be by my side, stay in my palm."

He slowly held the cicada tightly. The next second, Shu Mo's eyes went dark, but it was as if he was being held tightly in his hand, and the surrounding light gradually dimmed. , a sense of oppression came from all directions, and the pitch-black, greedy darkness completely enveloped him, trapping this small light in the palm of his hand. He was safe here, but at the same time, this was also a cage that imprisoned him. , he has nowhere to go, he can only rest in the palm of the other party, like a precious treasure or a toy in the palm of his hand.

"I would rather not have this kind of power." Shu Mo took a step back and looked at Xi, but Xi smiled slightly: "That's not possible. This belongs to you and is also your responsibility."

"Don't even think about escaping," he said slightly. Picking up her voice, she said warmly: "Or will you no longer feel pain when you see other people asking for help?"

"What's more," Xi looked at him, and the next second, the man said softly: "I'm in pain, Shu Mo."

Shu Mo's pupils shrank slightly and he couldn't help but walk in Xi's direction. He fell into the chest that had already opened his hand to him and was hugged by the inhuman monster: "You have to stay with me. By my side."

Shu Mo's heart beat faster. He was being held, feeling angry and displeased as if he was being teased, but he could not feel any resentment.

"Play time is over."

The man said, letting go of him, then opening his hand again, pushing the cicada singing in his palm in front of him: "Come, follow me and leave here."

Shu Mo looked at him for a long time. Silent, as if facing an inescapable bondage.

Just when Xi thought he would refuse, the young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the cicada. Then, they merged into one at that moment. Shu Mo felt his body sink, and his originally fair skin became even paler. He was sickly pale, had grown taller, his right leg was heavy and weak, and there was a faint feeling of labor pain. He changed back to his current appearance. Shu Mo lowered

his eyes. In a short moment, his aura changed. He said, "If you leave here, what do you want to do?"

I wanted to see the expression on Shu Mo's face clearly, but I could only see the calm expression on the other side. Shu Mo raised his face and looked at him. The young man's face became paler, and the aura of his whole body changed from healthy and lively. He seems a little morbid, but the gentle temperament lingering around him has become more obvious and vivid, like his logo and his anchor. Only those who can look at the comfort of pollutants with such gentle and calm eyes Mo is the complete him.

"I really want to know." Shu Mo narrowed his eyes slightly in front of him, and then blinked quickly a few times. Then, the young man smiled in front of him, and it even sounded like he was coaxing him: "Tell me. "

Xi stood in front of him and stared at him, with dark emotions in his eyes behind the mask. He slowly raised his body, looked at Shu Mo and said, "I will take you to build a perfect god.

"You will know, Shu Mo, that the tower should not exist. Only by completely overthrowing it can you free everyone here." "

... Even if you destroy everything? "

His tone was very light, as if he was asking about a trivial matter. Xi looked at him. After a moment, the man's voice turned cold: "Even if I don't kill them, the tower must be destroyed."

"What's more," Xi continued, "What does that have to do with me?"

Yes, Shu Mo sighed, so this is what Xi thinks.

The two faced each other in silence. After a moment, Xi's voice rang out. He seemed to have realized Shu Mo's attitude, but Xi didn't look angry. He just looked at Shu Mo and said,

"Will you Support me, Shu Mo."

"You will untie my chains yourself and release me."

Shu Mo looked at him and shook his head slowly.

"You will."

After Xi said these words, he stretched out his hand towards the young man in front of him. The next second, the chain on his chest suddenly tightened, and a dazzling sun rose from his chest. The platinum The brilliant light of color expanded rapidly like a corona of the sun. Xi moved quickly, almost grabbing the young man in front of her, but the chain became tighter and tighter, and the invisible chain protruding from the void would He wrapped himself around in circles, Xi looked at the astonished expression of the young man in front of him, and finally showed an angry look for the first time.

"——Xi!!!"

The next second, the chain dragged the terrifying monster and locked it back into the cage that imprisoned him. In the holding room, Xi, who was wrapped in wings, roared like a roar, while Shu Mo, who was left in place and almost caught by him, leaned against the wall and gasped as if he had escaped from death. Then, he He found that the wall behind him slowly turned into fragments, crumbling and dissipating bit by bit.

He turned around and looked at this small room and the furnishings. He suddenly realized that this was not a place, but his spiritual world.

Originally, no one could enter this place except him without his permission. He wanted to abandon his responsibilities, wanted to stay away from pain temporarily, sleep here, and only hoped that the short-term stability would become eternal. If no one wakes him up, he will choose to stay here.

However, under circumstances that even he did not expect, Xi suddenly appeared in front of his door, and then... opened the door and walked in.

"This is obviously my spiritual world." At the last moment, Shu Mo said helplessly: "Why can you come in..."

His eyes went dark at first, and then, little rays of light filled his eyes, and the world turned from black to white. Then it stabilizes.

As if rising from the bottom of the water, a sense of suffocation slowly left, and the touch that he had just left seemed to still remain inside his body. Shu Mo felt that his head was dizzy and his limbs were weak. Then, he felt that his legs were unusually heavy. , distinct pains came, and then he felt his hands, feet, and fingertips. Finally, Shu Mo felt that he seemed to be moving. He finally opened his eyes and saw that he was being held in someone's arms. The other person's hair was very cool and long, like rain falling on his face. It was spreading over his body, making his shoulders wet, with an indescribable comfortable touch.

"Are you awake?"

A low voice came. Shu Mo opened his eyes in a daze, and stared blankly at the frighteningly perfect face in front of him. This man with a pair of cold silver eyes was wearing his hair down and lowering his head. He stared at him, blood seeping out of his silver eyes. Behind him, a pair of dark wings stained with scarlet blood were fluttering slightly, with blood seeping out from the edges.

The blue-haired man in front of them wore a scarlet crown on his head. He was holding Shu Mo and flying in the air. In front of them was a silver moon with a faint blood color. The director looked at it with thick and red eyes. Looking at him, his expression was abnormal.

"I don't know how you did it," the director said, "but you are very powerful, Shu Mo."

"If it were you, we could create a new world together." The huge gem on his crown swayed slightly. , a dazzling light flashed in front of Shu Mo, as if to seduce him: "A perfect new world made of flesh and blood and scarlet..."

Shu Mo opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who was saying something to him with a strong predatory look in his eyes. After a moment, Shu Mo blinked and raised his finger at him. The director looked at him with a look on his face. His expression was stern, as if he was displeased by his actions, like a tyrant or an emperor.

Then, Shu Mo said, "I want to kiss you."

The director blinked. He looked at the person in his arms, seeming to be hesitating about the value of the sacrifice: "Is this a gift from you?"

The man's His expression changed slightly, becoming arrogant and forceful. Shu Mo nodded. Then, as if the director had weighed his value and thought it was a treasure worth dedicating, he nodded in a condescending manner. He nodded, indicating that Shu Mo could kiss him.

Although this treasure is just a kiss... but no one stipulates that it can't be done.

Shu Mo raised his body, pulled his head, smiled at him, and then slowly moved forward, as if he wanted to take the initiative to kiss him.

The director looked at him and blinked a pair of silver eyes. Those beautiful silver eyes made him look extremely cold and exquisite. He smelled a nice fragrance and came closer. The director was just about to reach out his hand and hold the other person's hand. On his chin, he saw Shu Mo's eyes suddenly glaring, and then he pushed him away with a slap. Shu Mo stretched out his hand and without hesitation reached for the crown on the director's head and pulled it off forcefully.

"You, offended me?"

The director's silver eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation to stop Shu Mo. A suppressed sense of majesty rose in his eyes, and the director said: "Kneel down. ”

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Shu Mo's movements were extremely fast, and the Scarlet Crown did not dare to really hurt him. Seeing that Shu Mo's hand had already grasped it, the Scarlet Crown's body was filled with disgusting blood. In the end, all its struggles... They all stopped completely, and was pulled down from the director's head. The man's eyes dimmed, but the red color quickly faded away, revealing the cold, inorganic silver underneath.

The director blinked and grabbed Shu Mo's wrist. Just when he was about to catch him, the man's movements suddenly stopped. The scarlet crown stayed quietly in Shu Mo's hand, just like a gorgeous decoration. The director's blue hair was fluttering in the wind. After the wings behind him trembled a few times, the dark light slowly faded away, and then the pure white underneath was revealed.

The expression on the director's face slowly sank, turning into a lazy and calm expression. He released his hand, glanced at Shu Mo, and then flew back to the ground with the man in his arms. The blue-haired man held Shu Mo. Mo put it on the ground, picked up a hairband and tied it up with his hair.

The way he tied his hair was very special. He did not tie it into a ponytail, but tied the bottom hair and then threw it behind him. The director stood there, his wings fell to the ground, and feathers were falling downwards. Because of the change in color, Shu Mo saw that his wings were full of scars.

"Are you okay, Shu Mo." After the director's eyes turned around on him, he said softly: "Very good."

"..." Shu Mo looked at him and suddenly didn't know what he should say. Looking at the moon above my head, I wondered: "Why is there a moon?"

It was clearly daytime just now. Shu Mo thought, what happened.

"Yes." The director seemed to have no intention of explaining. He raised his face and looked at the moon above his head, watching the trace of blood lingering on the moon slowly dissipate, and the bright moonlight swayed down and became more penetrating. Like silver, light and soft.

They raised their faces and looked at the moon together, feeling that everything around them seemed to be getting quieter.

"The laboratory has been invaded," the director's voice came: "A hunter acted as an internal agent and allowed outsiders to enter the laboratory."

"This was done by No. 0. It planned for a long time to escape from the laboratory. "

The director continued, his expression was calm, and his silver eyes looked extremely pure in the moonlight: "But it can't escape no matter what, but even so, it will take some effort to contain it.

" At this point, his eyes finally became gentler when he looked at Shu Mo: "Thanks to you, Shu Mo."

"It was you who let No. 0 be left here."

"...Is it because of me?"

Shu Mo He looked up at the moon, not sure if it was an illusion, but his expression became inexplicably sad under the moonlight.

"Yes." The director nodded and continued,

"You did a good job, Shu Mo."