He seemed to be sheltered by the shadow of a girl.

　At this moment, Azashes seemed holy in Isabel's eyes...the kind of holiness of a pious person that is rarely seen even in a free city.

 What kind of piety is needed to summon the shadow of the saint of freedom?

 She looked at Asaches silently at this time, without any joy in her heart, only with endless humiliation.

 The confession of the saint... Such confession represents the deepest pain of the saint's family.

 Because this is the repentance that the saint was induced to make in prison before he was sanctified!

"Azaches, have you forgotten how she died!" Isabel screamed in despair, shouting: "You don't deserve to have [Holy Glory]! You don't deserve it!"

 But her voice couldn't carry it.

  At this time, Azaches could not hear any sounds. He was still under the protection of the girl's shadow, and was in a strange, almost deified state.

 He opened his eyes, his eyes were the same as those of a girl.

The phantom girl's eyes are compassionate, and his eyes are also compassionate. The phantom girl's eyes are loving, and his eyes seem to love everything.

 It seems to be able to influence everything.

 Cain was the closest to Asaches, and he even tried to destroy the brilliance of Asaches when he repented, but he failed.

At this moment, Cain met Asaches' gaze and felt an indescribable feeling. His heart became heavy and his spirit was becoming troubled little by little.

All the sins seemed to have become thorns, entangled in his whole body... Even the powerful body that could not be hurt by mithril weapons was now pricked with blood by the thorns of sins.

I'm guilty!

Cain looked at his hands, which were shaking. Cain looked at the earth, which seemed to be paved with countless painful souls... He suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

"I'm guilty……"

As powerful as he is, at the moment when the holy light shines, he seems to have turned into a crying lamb, completely losing himself.

However, the radiance of the Holy Light did not shine freely on Cain alone.

 It covered the whole place and reflected on everyone.

 At this moment, Asaches seems to have become the embodiment of holiness and redemption.

 …

Metazo was extremely close to the location of the battle, and the Holy Light also shone on it...but he was different. This level of Holy Light, this level of light of repentance, was not enough for him to repent.

It just feels incredible that even the shadow of the girl is the girl from Orleans who was burned to death in the fire.

What makes it incredible is that under the rules of this book world, the power of the Holy Light should not exist. Otherwise, how could it and Nan Xiaonan be emptied of combat power in an instant?

Even the Sword of Holy Light in his hand at this time was only created through the fruit of [Wansu]. It is a weapon that only possesses some power of Holy Light, and it becomes less and less with each use, so it cannot be replenished at all.

 “It’s [Wansu]’s ability!”

 In an instant, Metanzo had a vague answer in his mind.

 The light of repentance does not really come from the free saint. Its appearance is the strong desire of Azashes, which is presented through the power of the [Wan Su] fruit!

 The carrier of the light of repentance is... the two [Holy Glory] inherited from the saint's family!

Of these two [Holy Glory], one is in the family of Isabel and Ludik, and the other is preserved by the family of Asaches.

"Good guy, although it is the result of many coincidences." Medanzo smiled bitterly at this time, "But the light of repentance is almost as good as really awakening her will. Moreover, this is [Wan Su]

】What the fruit brings, in essence, will not even consume the will she... left behind."

 This is the gap.

 Those present, neither Asaches nor Isabel, would have thought of the various reasons...but he could understand it, and he could understand it very quickly.

But it is one thing to understand. It is also true that at this moment Metanzo can only squat in the grass among the holy light created by the [Wansu] fruit.

 “Elohim…”

Medanzo’s eyes were fixed on the dying old man from beginning to end.

 …

 Cain seemed to have lost himself...even denied himself and forgot everything.

Even Elohim, who was tied to him, was struggling to untie the rope with slightly trembling hands and seemed to have no feeling.

It took the old pope a long time to untie the rope around his body, and he rolled to the ground in one fell swoop.

But he quickly got up. At this time, Pope Elohim only had this light of repentance in his eyes.

 “I saw, the light...I saw it...saw it.”

 “I saw it, this is what I am looking for...”

 “Compassion.”

 “Compassion.”

"I finally found you...my faith, I finally...finally..."

The embarrassed old man failed to reach Asaches in the end, and his dilapidated body was no longer able to survive, and he could only fall to the ground again.

 Even so, there is still a bright light in Pope Elohim's eyes...it is the light of the soul.

 …

Metazos looked at the old man who was about to die at any time, and looked at his embarrassed appearance as he desperately tried to touch the light. He stood stunned on the spot.

"Elohim, this is...your beginning, an ordinary person seeking faith..."

 It thought of the room on the high tower where the name "Elohim" was engraved.

That is a room that only ascetics would live in. That is a room that only confused and desperate people would live in. It is a room prepared for extreme people.

 It is small and old, with only a transom that can see the sky as big as a palm.

 He, Elohim, is always searching and perfecting the faith in his heart.

 At this moment, through the light of repentance emitted by Asaches... Elohim found what he had been pursuing all along.

“Elohim, you used to be so helpless and longing.”

 “What about...the me I used to be?”

"Did I also exist in the past...in the original..." Medanzo murmured softly: "Really, did I exist?"

 At this moment

 “If it weren’t for you, why would you hear the original call?”

Metazord's heart was in a state of shock. He turned around subconsciously, and what he saw when he turned around was a familiar face named Nan Xiaonan... Nan Xiaonan who was still wearing Yulia's vest.

"Don't look at me." I heard Miss Nan say calmly at this time: "I'm not doing it for you, just for myself. I also want to complete the book page world guide, otherwise how can I leave?"

 “Thank you.” Medanzo said softly.

Miss Nan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body. She took a breath and said, "Stop saying a few disgusting words!"

 “I love you!” Medanzo continued without any burden.

“What the hell…” Miss Nan could still hold back at this moment, and the muzzle on the arm armor was instantly pressed against the back of Metanzo’s head, “Say one more damn thing, I’ll blow you up!”

Metazos smiled... It was the first time since entering the center of the earth that he felt so relaxed.

 “Why are you laughing?” Miss Nan couldn’t help but frowned.

Metanzo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought that people who like to take advantage of others are generally very unlucky, and I am very unlucky, so I couldn't help but laugh."

"Are you... okay?" Miss Nan tentatively touched this guy's forehead.

But Metanzo shook his head and said he was fine. He even asked: "What's wrong with you? Elohim at this time?"

 It believes that Nan Xiaonan has been here for a long time, and what he has seen may not be less than himself.

“Is this old man named Elohim really the master of heaven?” Miss Nan pondered: “I’m talking about the original time.”

"I'm afraid so." Metanzo thought for a moment and said, "I'm not completely sure, but... almost."

Miss Nan subconsciously rubbed her bangs, "If this is the case, there is something wrong with this matter."

 “Tell me.”

Nan Xiaonan said: "The set of beliefs in your heaven should be created by [He], and belong to the latter. But here, Elohim obviously does not have this set of beliefs, that is to say,

The original Elohim did not have faith yet, or had not yet completed the set of beliefs, which was the former. But now, the former is actually influenced by the latter, and instead completes what should be completed by the latter first... And this TM

All the things he made were made by himself, wouldn’t it be a mess?”

 “Yeah, it’s a mess.” Medanzo smiled bitterly.

Just now, it almost got entangled in this problem and almost couldn't get out, so it wanted to ask Nan Xiaonan what it thought of this matter.

“Is this why you are trying to get into trouble?” Nan Xiaonan looked at Medanzuo in astonishment.

 It didn’t deny it, it just sighed.

Nan Xiaonan directly punched the head of this guy who was neither male nor female, "What are you thinking about? This is the world of [The Book of Gaia], not the dimensional gap outside!"
To be continued...