Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 88 Death of the Saint (25)
In the quiet sanctuary, the young man tilted his head in confusion.

Herbert:?

Is this right?
"……all?"

"all."

hiss……

Herbert took a deep breath after getting a positive answer, and felt that he might have walked into the wrong set.

Dear Miss Saint, is there something wrong with the script you have? Where is the Virgin Mary?
Shouldn't you use your compassionate heart to influence those traitors, and then finally put down your golf clubs and forgive them?
Why did you choose "One breath turns three thousand six hundred times, with great compassion to save the world."?

Killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not the same as killing people?

The archbishop saw Herbert's confusion and shook his head and chuckled: "My child, I'm afraid you misunderstood. The saint is indeed merciful, but she is not a stupid person."

"She knew better than anyone from the beginning that kindness alone could not save innocent people from evildoers."

“Only with great strength can those sheep who have strayed from the right path clearly recognize their mistakes and persuade them to return to the right path.”

Herbert was in awe.

Just like what the monk Sanzang, who is known for "burying the sky, burying the earth, and burying people," said: If the donor does not understand Buddhism, then I also know a little about boxing.

When someone doesn't want to listen to your reason, the bigger fist is the real truth.

He got it.

This saint is not a mage, but a warrior!
It still has to be classical mechanics.

Kindness needs to have an edge.

"Just as the grace of God is like the sea, and the power of God is like a mountain, the two may seem different, but in fact they are the same, both are the suppression of mortals by gods."

The archbishop's explanation was a blasphemy against the essence of the gods, but Herbert thought it made sense.

Be it grace or power, to put it bluntly, it is a means for the gods to rule their believers.

Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from God.

"What happened next? What did the Saint do after that?"

After hearing the story up to this point, Herbert was really curious about how the story would develop next.

How did such a powerful saint die?
Could it be that the gods themselves had attacked her?

"Later..."

The archbishop turned a page in the book and continued his story.

"After the Saint eliminated all the traitors, she angered the ancient evil god and was attacked by the evil god's church."

"The evil god sent out his minions, a saint-like favored one, three epic-level holy spirit priests, and ten legendary-level templars."

When he told this story, the old man's voice was low and full of emotion, which seemed to foreshadow the tragedy that was about to happen.

Herbert was also somewhat silent.

This battle will definitely be very difficult.

This group of evil god's apostles is very powerful. It is a luxurious team that can easily destroy a country.

But just when Herbert thought he was about to hear the news of Nenasha's defeat, the archbishop suddenly changed the subject and sighed:
"This battle really put the Saint in a tough situation. She fought for three days and three nights before she eliminated all the apostles. She even chased the last deserter for a whole day and night."

“This speed is much slower than before.”

Herbert:?

"Afterwards, after destroying these apostles one after another, the Saint Girl spent another three years walking alone in the mortal world, and personally destroyed all the temples of the evil god in the mortal world..."

Herbert:? ?
"Finally, after eradicating all the roots of the evil god, the saint girl broke into the kingdom of God where the god's true body was located alone."

Herbert: ??? Stop for a moment!
The naive young boy who had never experienced the world felt that his brain was about to burn.

It wasn't the evil god who attacked her, but she was the one who killed the evil god, right?
Go against Tiangang!
What is this peerless fierce woman?
Are all saints so capable in fighting?
The archbishop understood what Herbert was shocked about and explained considerately: "It's not as exaggerated as you think."

"At that time, the ancient gods had just revived, and He was already very weak. In addition, the churches in the mortal world were all eradicated, and His authority and domain were also encroached upon by the gods of faith. His strength fell to a lower level again."

Faith in the gods also did it!
The gods are greedy.

They might not help Nenasha personally, but they would never miss the opportunity to beat the downed dog and get a piece of the pie.

They help whoever wins.

“But even so, the Ancient God in that state is much more powerful than the Saint, not to mention that He is in the Kingdom of God and possesses almost infinite divine power.”

"Normally, it is almost impossible for mortals to defeat her. No one believes that Nenasha can succeed."

Herbert calmed down a little, knowing that the story was coming to an end, and asked, "What about the end?"

"Later, the evil god fell and completely disappeared from the world. His authority was divided up by the gods. Even if he was resurrected, he could not recover his original strength."

"And Saint Nenasha also disappeared. No one has ever seen her since."

The archbishop narrowed his eyes, sighed softly, and waved his hand to close the book.

Both of them died together.

"Then...how did she do it?"

It is extremely difficult to kill a god as a mortal, but it is not impossible. Since ancient times, there have been more than two hands worth of godslayers.

But he had never heard of anyone dying together with the gods in the kingdom of God.

Abuse the fountain?

"I didn't witness that scene with my own eyes, but if my inference is correct, she probably assimilated herself into the Kingdom of God upon entering it, and forcibly transformed herself into one of them... She fought with the gods' spirits to seize the sovereignty of the Kingdom of God."

"The enemy and I have the same origin. We are inseparable. In the end, after exhausting our divine power, we will both be destroyed."

At this point, the magnificent story of Saint Nenasha came to an end, everything returned to calm, and the scenes in Herbert's eyes disappeared.

But Herbert was still somewhat conscious of the story. He shook his head and whispered, "She actually possesses such a powerful strength..."

This strength is really exaggerated!
The archbishop sighed, feeling quite touched, and said, "Yes, the saint at that time, even compared with me now, I'm afraid there is not much difference."

"Not much weaker than me."

Herbert:?

The young boy's eyes widened and he kept blinking at the old man who looked like a grandfather next door, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

From what you said, you are even more powerful than her! ! ?

At this moment, Herbert deeply realized the value of the archbishop's title of "Saint Walking on Earth".

It's not an exaggerated metaphor, but a realistic compliment! ?

"……and after?"

You have said so much, what does it have to do with this stone statue?

You're not really here just to tutor me in secret knowledge, are you?
"Then... three hundred years later, when the ancient god's shattered kingdom emerged from underground, the dissipated divine power turned an entire mountain range into mist, shrouding it in "His" hatred all day long."

The old man turned his head and looked at the blasphemous icon in the center of the sanctuary, his voice full of emotion.

"Yes, Saint Nenasha is dead."

"But... He has not completely fallen."

(End of this chapter)