I Created The Salvation Organization

Warren can't remember how much time he hasn't stood on the brink of death.

From the moment he was promoted to the fifth-order witcher master, all the tasks were carefully selected.

If you don't have a certain degree of certainty, you will never pick it up. Sometimes, even if you miss a mission and fail, you can escape at will.

But now.

The feeling of near-death that had been experienced, even intoxicated, reappeared, but it did not bring excitement, but real fear.

It is impossible to escape!

The whole city has become a paradise for monsters, those believers are everywhere, the earth, the wind, the buildings... As long as you open your eyes, no matter where you look or what you are looking at, there is only one thing you can see. Zhang Zhang's terrifying face, I really can't imagine where he can escape.

I don't even know if there is any need to escape.

But-

He hasn't been reunited with his daughter, and he hasn't fulfilled his wish, but is he going to die here?

Not only did Warren not give up, but he squeezed his body further, taking out every shred of power that could burst out of his body and soul! What I think in my mind is not trying to do my best, but I must live no matter what.

Sprint, sprint, sprint! Dash towards the vitality that you don't even know!

Until there was a blank in his mind, it seemed that even his thoughts were squeezed into power together.

Then, at a certain moment.

Warren seemed to have slammed into something hard, and the surrounding faces, roars, and even the sound of the wind all disappeared.

It wasn't until after a while that the witcher master finally shook his head, and in the daze like a dream, he realized something.

"Survived?"

When this information poured into my mind, my first reaction was not even to determine the surrounding environment, but my legs were weak, and my whole body suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if everything that had been overdrawn just now was pouring into my body, crazy. Take what's left of power.

But even so.

My heart is still filled with joy.

Even to the point of wanting to laugh out loud.

Warren has survived countless times, but has never been as happy as this time, not only because of the miracle that happened in despair, but also because of his unprecedented desire to survive at the moment.

He wants to survive, more than ever!

"Even if you can't see hope, you can't give up hope... The instructor will not deceive me." Warren took a deep breath and began to observe the surrounding situation.

He knows very well that this crisis is not over, and that there will be all kinds of unimaginable crises in this brutal war. However, he feels that the current self is completely different from the previous self. .

He stopped worrying about whether humanity could win, and stopped relying on hope that he had never seen with his own eyes to paralyze himself.

Just relying on the desire to live, relying on the confidence that he must never give up, is enough to make him go on passionately.

If Shen Yi stood in front of him at this moment, he would definitely say - this is what he has been looking forward to, and belongs to the growth of human beings.

In Shen Yi's eyes, this growth is more precious than anything, because it represents the potential of human beings, and it also represents the meaning of protecting human rights.

However, at this moment, Warren has no more thoughts to experience his own changes in detail.

He began to look around, especially what he bumped into.

That is a sculpture.

It is not a human-shaped sculpture, but more like a chaos. There are many reliefs representing wind and lightning on the edge of the empty sphere. In the middle of the sphere, there is a liquid like mercury slowly flowing. flow.

Wind, water, thunder, earth.

Four symbols of worship of the Four Signs.

So it couldn't be clearer.

"This is the statue of the Four Signs...it's so hard." Warren looked at the statue, looked around, and already understood that this was his destination, the church of the Four Signs, and he also understood why The countless monsters outside will stop, probably the church is an inviolable sacred place for those believers.

but......

Doesn't it mean that he will be able to complete the task as long as he goes to the cellar and places the materials for the great formation?

Before Warren was overjoyed, a voice without the smell of fireworks suddenly sounded in his ear.

"This is not a four-signal statue."

"Who!" Warren jumped away.

Two daggers have appeared in his hands.

The witcher is an extraordinary profession that catches all kinds of dangerous beings. He doesn't know when he started, and his sense of survival seems to be completely useless.

It was like this outside just now, and it is the same now.

Then, Warren saw the voice.

A thin, hunched old man who, in the dim light, looked like a gust of wind could knock him over.

But the old man's eyes were not on Warren at all, he was just looking at the sculpture.

"It's amazing."

He stretched out his hand as if he was stroking the tender body of his lover, stroking the lines on the sculpture, his turbid eyes filled with contradictory emotions that were both disgust and obsession.

"Since I converted to God's embrace, I have always wanted to depict the appearance of God, and I want all devout believers to be able to see the true meaning of God..." The old man's voice was light and slow, like It was a kind of wind babbling, "But I can't do it, no matter how I design it, no matter how I make it, I can't touch one billionth of the gods, but even so, this is still the greatest thing I've ever made. The works of God...it's just the believers' overestimated, superficial and ugly imagination, but they can still be invincible...you say, what kind of honor should a real God have? Such mighty power?"

The old man's words seemed to be talking to himself, UU reading www.uukanshu. com seemed to be asking questions again, and the language and demeanor revealed some kind of confusion.

Warren understands that this is a believer of the evil god.

Even the statue in this cult seems to have been designed and made by this old man.

Take a closer look.

The old man's dissatisfied hands with calluses and the position of the calluses also seem to indicate that this is a sculptor, a craftsman, and there is no trace of spiritual energy on his body, he looks like an ordinary person. the same as the craftsman.

Warren, however, will not let his guard down in the slightest.

Not to mention that he has suffered losses during the day, just because this old man appeared in this strange place at this time, he cannot be allowed to have any carelessness.

So Warren didn't answer.

Looking at the old man's gaze that was always on the sculpture, Warren was careful, and even used his concealed technique to make himself silently back away little by little.