This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 267 Silver
The sun has not set, but the clouds are still thick.

Gerost stood quietly under the dark and treacherous sky, with his head down, unable to see clearly.His clenched fists and slightly trembling body told everyone that he was not in a calm mood.The falsehood in front of him was devastated, and his huge body leaned against the building beside him, devouring the light.

Falsehood is not dead.

Gerost, stained with false blood, raised his head, covering his face with one hand, the cross blade hanging on the ground, reflecting a faint silver halo.

"Old man, what you said is wrong..."

Under the palm of his hand, Gerost's dull voice sounded, he clenched the sharp blade tightly, his veins bulging, "I'm really not a good master."

I taught Roja how to discern the evil of human beings, and taught him how to deal with human nature, but it was myself who was betrayed by human nature in the end.I have taught him too much, but I have not taught him one of the most important truths.

"Those who do not save themselves, no one can save."

The holy silver light slowly flowed from Geralst's heart into his blood. Gerald put down his hand, and the silver forged ghost mask covered his face.

People who give up, people who don't know how to be grateful, people who choose to spend their lives with numbness, and people who hate people who choose to change.Roja, you didn't understand until the end that these people are not worth saving, but that you can't save them at all.

You can't save anyone at all, it's not worth it, it's just that you can't do it.

"Whoo~"

The steady, soothing long breath suppressed the anger in Gerost's chest.This is his anger towards the false gods, and even more anger towards himself, and it is also a kind of helpless sorrow.

What Roja didn't know was that human beings never needed a savior, nor did they need a second god.The brave man who once saved the world, his biggest role in disasters has never been absolute force or destruction-level spells.What really saves the world is the human beings united by the brave.

"I only killed 130 monsters in the grotesque disaster."

As if speaking to himself, and to someone who could never respond, Gerost felt the strength of the sharp blade in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Kristen killed 120, you killed [-]?" Fifty."

"There are a total of one thousand grotesques in the grotesque disaster, and the ones killed by our so-called heroes are only three hundred."

The silver brilliance in the blood began to dim. Gerost raised the cross blade. In the cloudy Jordan, Gerost did not have any emotional fluctuations. He was like a body that lost its soul, losing its "color" .

"It was the 12 three soldiers who died in battle and the 710 million people who died in the disaster that really saved the country."

The trembling hands stopped, and the huge body like a mountain in front of him slowly stood up, and the hypocrisy that regained the authority tore off the mud in his body, and smashed hard on his chest.But Gerost just closed his eyes tightly to prevent himself from looking at the fake body.He wants to hold him back until False is completely restored to power.

The savior is the one who saves the world.

Human beings need to save themselves.

"You are not human!"

Able to detect the fluctuation of Gerald's soul, he roared with false anger. In order to create a perfect fusion body, he did not completely implant his power into Gerald's body. He could completely control Gerald in his heyday Special, but now, he has lost this ability.

He must be stopped, he must be stopped!
"You're not human at all! You're grotesque, phantom, stitched monster! Why would you save those who betrayed you?"

"Help me, I will make you a demigod, I will let you rule Jordan. I can get this world, I can get the authority of all gods, you follow me, I will make you supreme! I will give you everything you want. "

"Ah."

Lowering his head, biting the last cigarette, Geralst wiped his finger and lit the cigarette butt, raised his eyes, staring at the malicious body with eyes pierced by scars, and then Gerald smiled.

"Want one?"

Evil disaster, proof of silver.

Silver light shines on the sky. This is the "God's Gift" that Gerost obtained after stepping into the God's Bestowed Domain. Unfortunately, he has never used this power. The previous grotesques are not up to the mark. Even Neither does Plague Knight.

The miraculous silver cross seized the light from the sky, and under its cover of no shadow, there was nowhere to hide from the haze.Falsely opening his mouthpiece and roaring loudly, but to no avail.

"I bet I can make it."

The low murmur was covered by the piercing roar, and Gerost held up the sharp cross blade in his hand, and walked towards False with heavy and slow steps, carrying the Judgment Cross brought by the Silver Evidence.

"This is impossible!"

The cross that plundered the darkness and light shined on the false body, he stared at the huge cross in horror, and shouted in disbelief: "I have never given you such power!"

"I know."

With heavy steps, the faint light of the cigarette butt reflected in Gerost's eyes.With a calm face, he said softly, "You don't deserve this kind of power."

"Neither do I. 0"

Little mortals, holding god-given crosses, amble toward the grotesque of Khorne that devours the realm.In this contest of miracles, Gerost was like a witness, extremely insignificant.

The cross of judgment fell, and at this moment, all light was taken away.Black has lost its existence, and the haze cannot remain in the world. The sky is still covered with dark clouds, but the earth is shrouded in brilliance.

False saw it.

He saw why, Gerald would have this power.

"Gaia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The hysterical roar was replaced by a roar, and the fake was firmly nailed to the spot by countless light stabs. He was strangled by an invisible force, and he was slowly lifted and placed on the cross.The light faded slowly, and Gerost slowly slumped on the ground, and the soot fell on his neck, leaving a faint black mark.

"I've won the bet, as always, a bottle of ale."

His vision began to blur, feeling the falsehood of constant struggle, Gerost raised his weak hand, slowly took down the burning cigarette butt, and threw it aside casually.

It's a pity that you are going to miss the appointment this time.

Close your eyes, darkness sweeps in.When the silver cross that Gaia used to suppress the false power in his body left his body, the falseness began to erode his body.

The grotesques that had been cut off began to regain their strength, and they began to swarm in, constantly rushing in the direction of falsehood.Fake is angry, this time, he wants to destroy the city.

Gerost was lying on the ground. He could no longer feel the cold touch. Now he seemed to be thrown into the abyss of nothingness. The illusory distortion spread to every inch of his body, devouring his consciousness.He closed his eyes, sighed, and smiled again.

Didn't expect it, me too.

I can't drink anymore...

"one is enough."

A familiar, reassuring voice suddenly sounded.

"It's really hard for me to die two."

The Black Emperor stepped out of the void gate, holding the sword of power.

(End of this chapter)