Father Mavie

The scream of the soul rang in his mind, and as Belial chewed it, the soul of the sleeping demon in the ruby ​​flew away, turning into majestic magic power and rushing into his body.

The power surged, and Belial's aura, which devoured the family members, increased steadily, and was approaching Nereida.

"It's really cruel."

Nereida said expressionlessly: "They are the relatives you created. Don't you cherish them at all?"

"Just because I created them, I can decide their life and death!" Belial smiled: "It is their honor to return to my body, but it is you, Nereida, who has the power of the prophet. Then you should know what the outcome of today will be."

"Today is my return day," Nereida said, "but unfortunately, it is not your memorial day, and it is also not mine."

"So you're still going to stop me?"

"I am not the goddess of fate. I can predict the future, but I will never be bound by the future, because the future is created now and can be changed."

Nereida said calmly: "In the countless possibilities I have seen, you and I will survive, but..."

Belial's eyelids twitched: "But what?"

"But if you want to leave unharmed, you need to pay a price."

With the silver gun raised, Nereida did not attack Belial, but turned around and locked onto Yunia.

Belial's face turned gloomy for a moment. He suddenly understood what Neleyda meant. In countless possibilities in the future, he could rely on devouring his relatives to continuously gain strength to fight against Neleyda. The final result could only be that both sides would suffer. They all suffered heavy losses and were exploited by other forces, such as Arabi, the ancient god of wisdom, or a certain main god who had been planning for a long time.

It was impossible to kill the other party. Nereida, who could predict the future, certainly understood this, so she chose the method that was most beneficial to herself.

Attack Yunia!
  As the last piece of the puzzle, the God of Faith who carries the power of the Creator. Yunia, who has only completed her second awakening, can be said to be a lamb among wolves. Before she grew up, all the gods wanted to eat her and gain her power. !

Nereida is no exception. He already possesses the power of 'prophet'. If he can obtain 'truth' again, he will become the most powerful god of faith.

The problem is that Belial couldn't let him succeed. Just like two hungry people would rush to fight for it if they saw a piece of fat at the same time. How could Belial watch Nereida get the power of 'truth'? Woolen cloth?
  He will stop it, He must stop it!

The wings shook, and Belial's figure disappeared instantly. Nereida suddenly turned the head of the gun and stabbed backwards without looking back. He had already seen the future, and Belial appeared behind him and held it in his hand. Black-red spots appeared on the tip of the spear, where the palm touched it, like a plague, quickly eroding the silver spear and heading straight for Nereida.

Nereida let go of her hand and allowed Belial to snatch the silver gun away from her hand without slowing down at all.

Seeing Nereida rushing towards her, Yunia raised her eyebrows and her hair turned golden, showing no intention of escaping.

But Nereida's target was not her at all.

Belial, who had thrown away the silver gun, realized that Nereida was about to grab Yunia. His eyes turned cold, and he stopped in the air, stretched out his hand, and gave Nereida a firm squeeze on the back of the heart!
  As if being squeezed by the four directions, Neleida's huge divine body suddenly dented and was grabbed by an invisible hand. The force was so great that it directly crushed his divine body into a ball of minced meat, with blood mixed with minced meat. After splashing, Beryl's expression suddenly changed.

"not good!"

The body dived forward, avoiding the embrace of the goddess behind him. Neleida appeared behind him at some point. The crushed divine body was just a cover-up. From the beginning, Neleida's target was him!

Nereida does have a good figure and is very beautiful, but being kissed by her is not a good thing. The kiss of the Holy Angel is not gentle, but full of murderous intent!
  Just as he stabilized his body, Belial felt another strong wind coming from behind and dodged. Nereida held the silver gun and raised her arm.
  The shining starlight pierced through the dark clouds and turned into spears behind Him. In an instant, the entire sky was covered by starlight, like a grand baptism.

Each spear made of starlight carries a power that is not weaker than the holy weapon, and is even more powerful, comparable to the full blow of the Lord God. There was no place to dodge at all. The spears covered the entire Kingdom of God without any distinction. Anatole, Serafina, and Seokula hid at Nereida's feet. If there was a safe place, it was Next to Nereida.

Looking at the sky full of spears, Luca took a deep breath, took off his pointed hat with feathers and put it on Yunia's head, revealing the long hair between white and yellow, took out his flute and said: "Hide behind me .”

"can you?"

"Let's give it a try." Luca said: "Last time, Nereida used this trick to defeat Odin and destroy his divine body, leaving only a head."

"Not even Odin, you"

"I am a god, a god born in faith. I have my mission. It is my duty to protect those innocent and weak beings."

After a pause, Luka added: "The responsibilities given to me by the believers."

What a believer in God should do is not decided by Him, but by the believer.

If believers feel that God should save the world, then God will do that, and only then will He become a true god in the minds of believers.

They are not false gods who take the name of gods but do their own thing. Real gods are given missions by believers.

The villagers wanted Luca to be free and to save more innocent people like them, so Luca followed their wishes.

Freedom has never meant being unscrupulous and doing whatever you want, but rather not being moved by external things, not being disturbed by others, not being afraid of gossip, and facing your heart calmly and sincerely.

Eliminate pain for those who suffer and bring happiness to those who are depressed. Crying babies will fall asleep peacefully when they hear the sound of the flute. Angry quarrels will get back together when they hear the mouth organ passing by outside the window. Those who are depressed and suicidal will fall asleep when they hear the humming sound. Rekindle the hope of life.
  This is the free bard god, who always appears where he is needed and becomes a mysterious legend.

As an old man from the old age, if the God of the new generation needs Him, He will also help.

Help, no reason needed.

Just like the ancestors of the Frederick family who saved him, the act of kindness was not because of profit, but from the kindness of the heart.

Luca blew the flute, and Nereida cast an indifferent look and waved her arms.

Countless silver spears rained down, but were disturbed by the sound of the flute and flew around in the air. But this was just the first wave. The starlight was still condensing into new silver spears, like a world-destroying heavy rain, vowing to drown everything tangible. s things.

Click!

Luka's bone flute burst into a crack and broke into two parts. He looked at the flute that had been with him for many years and let out a sigh.

"Sure enough, I can't stop it."

Above the sky, sighs with almost the same meaning sounded. In the rain of falling guns, Belial blocked the heads of Yunia and others, opening his arms to welcome the baptism of silver guns.

This is the price.

The price Nereida wanted Him to pay.