The capital of the Holy Empire, the city of justice.

The magnificent temple faces the palace north and south.

The straight road that runs through the whole city and passes through the gates of victory, should have been covered with flowers and glory.

At this moment.

Blood sprinkles on ivory white floor tiles that symbolize purity and flawlessness.

Flow, spread.

The bodies piled up in pools of blood.

The civilians who were trapped in fear made helpless shouts and wails, either shivering in the corner or fleeing wildly.

A little girl hid behind a pile of ruins of buildings in horror.

The clear and bright black eyes reflected the holy spirit like locusts, forming a cluster and sweeping across the sky.

She hugged her knees tightly and tried to curl backwards, trying to find a safe place on this road of death.

far away.

The colorful divine light burst out with amazing power, and the stormy ring wind stirred up sand and dust in the sky.

The sacred knights wearing silver-white armor lined up to charge, held up their swords, and were fearless in the name of punishing evil.

"In the name of Supreme Seraph! Never let the fallen Sileste escape from the holy city!"

"Death will give us glory! Charge!"

The iron hooves of the war horse roared.

Screams kept coming.

The Holy Spirit fell, and the knight's courage was dim.

A middle-aged man in a cardinal robe stood at the top of the temple and looked into the distance.

The fine drops of sweat gathered and slid down the sideburns.

Take out the handkerchief and wipe your neck and chin.

He frowned and said, "Is that fallen man really Sileste? Where did she get such a powerful force?"

Another older cardinal had a dark face, his right hand clenched his fist and said furiously, "Devil! It must be the power of the demon! No matter what, even if all the Arrival Angels stationed in the Holy City were brought in, it would never be possible to let her go! This is a bare humiliation to us!"

The bishops standing behind them also cursed.

"The Supreme Seraph will never forgive the devil's sin of blaspheming the holy city!"

"I must burn the fallen man with the fire copper pillar!"

Even in the darkest moment, no demon dared to step into the holy city.

...

Cialeste never thought of it.

One day.

Those fantasies that once only existed in her heart will become facts.

Kill her vicious mother and sister.

Twisted the neck of the arrogant brother.

With blood and death, let the city taste the pain and sorrow that it once gave to her.

The darkness and madness that were suppressed in the depths of her soul.

Those who were completely covered by her, deep hatred of the Holy Spirit.

All burst out at this moment.

On the wide street.

The girl's body was completely covered with sticky blood.

The Holy Knights of the City of Justice are surrounded by the Holy Spirit.

"Fallen! Stop this meaningless killing, and the Supreme Seraph will give you the most just judgment!"

"Cialeste! Your sin, even if your soul is whipped for thousands of years, is not enough to be washed away! Kill your father and mother, and slaughter the righteous family! Your heart, your flesh, and your soul have been completely corrupted by original sin!"

Fighting and killing stagnated for a short time, and drops of bright red slowly dripped down the blunt object in the girl's hand.

The beautiful long golden hair is soaked in the blood, and the blue eyes are like frozen ice.

One foot stepped on the body of the Holy Spirit of Death.

Like a lonely wolf.

The trapped beasts still fight.

Even now, soaked in the bloody lake of death, the body trembled gently after the oil was exhausted.

Sileste's heart was quiet, a quiet that he had never had before.

Tear the shadows hidden above the soul with your own hands.

Feel the delicate and warm sunshine.

Experience freedom and regain yourself.

Even if you leave the palace, every step you take is watered with blood.

He was named as executioner and demon.

She is still the Silester, the girl who dreams of traveling around the world and pursuing love and dreams.

finally.

When the last line of defense of this ancient city is about to be destroyed.

The Ten-winged Holy Spirit, the Lord of the Punishment Holy Place, came with a bang.

I saw a holy golden light falling from the sky.

The majestic sacred aura is like a wave, surging rhythmically in the City of Justice.

At this moment.

Whether it is the Holy Knight or the Arrival Angel.

They all lowered their heads and praised her name loudly.

"The Great Punishment of Yatis."

Under the holy golden light.

Sileste raised his right hand to cover it in front of his face. In his exhausted eyes, a beautiful female Holy Spirit slowly flew out.

Spread the ten wings of the angel that shines with dazzling holy and brilliance.

The white clothes were loose, revealing her fair arms and delicate collarbone.

The bare feet are covered with silver leg rings on the ankle bone.

pity.

There was no sign of emotion on her face, and she was cold and ruthless, like a puppet.

Bathed in the glory of holy gold.

Yatis's voice was ethereal, but it was filled with solemnity, enough to defeat the majestic divine nature of any person who was extremely sinful.

The extremely powerful God's power was like a huge mountain from the clouds from heaven pressing against the bodies and souls of everyone.

“The fallen man, your soul has been corrupted and immersed in the well of atonement, and you will be redeemed.

Now.

Crawl before me and listen to the admonition."

Feel this majestic sacred aura.

The residents hiding at home in the City of Justice walked out of their homes, gathered on the streets, facing the Lord of the Holy Place, kneeled down to pray, and some even shed tears of touching redemption.

At this moment.

When their eyes fell, they stood alone on Sileste, who was piled with blood and corpses, like a demon in hell.

After a moment of silence.

The sounds of accusations and insults come one after another.

"Execute her! Execute this fallen man!"

"Slaughtering blood relatives, unforgivable, and execute her!"

Facing the powerful power of the Ten-winged Holy Spirit.

Sileste finally couldn't hold on, holding the weapon with one hand, kneeling on the ground with one knee, gasping for breath.
To be continued...