This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 266 Thank you, patron saint

The bones were exposed. At this moment, Gerost suddenly discovered that every change in Christine was not random.From the spurt of blood to the exposure of the skeleton now, he has been "becoming" false.

"Christine, what are you doing?!"

Geralst sensed what Christine was thinking, he looked shocked, and then shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"From the day you died, I started to build the Great Knot."

The skeleton was slowly pulled out and inserted into the ground.At this time, Christine no longer has the appearance of a human being. At this time, his bones are turned outwards, his flesh is bloody, and his hideous body makes him look like a false clone in front of him.

"I know that Gospel will not give up, and sooner or later, he will make a comeback."

His hands were already connected by flesh and blood, and Christine's voice was very hoarse, as if his throat was full of blades.Gerost gritted his teeth, trembling all over, eyes full of pain.

"The establishment of the Grand Knot can't be hidden from him, and I don't want to hide it from him."

"This is what you taught me. Grotesques always enjoy the feeling of strategizing. They like to play us humans in the applause, and happily watch us doing useless work."

"So, the Grand Finale I made is full of loopholes and makes people laugh."

The neck has been wrapped in black substance, and every inch of Christine's skin was burned by the air, but he didn't care, he just grinned, and his voice was hoarse: "But ah, I'm on this big end that makes people laugh , made a small change."

A black, human-like "tentacle" slowly stretched out from behind him, and took off the cloth strips that covered Christine's eyes.When the pair of dark eyes reflecting the black goat appeared in front of False, False felt the trembling from the soul.

He has stolen his authority.

"In addition to every node and every rune connected by the Great Knot, there is also an additional thing connected."

The black and red intertwined eyes were full of madness and extreme calmness.Christine opened his mouth, the wildest he's laughed in decades.

"Lao Tzu's soul."

Christine never liked the political intrigue, you come and go.Until now, he has not been a qualified politician.

Because he can't be calm, can't stand on the sidelines, and can't be a politician alone.

He still likes to gamble, just like in Weird Calamity, he always bets with Christine whether he can kill more monsters.He would drink with his subordinates, trade injuries for injuries in the confrontation with Weird, and bet his life.

Christine always wins bets, not because he's lucky or smart.The reason why Christine can win all the bets is crazy.

"I have been a sheep for several years, do you really think I eat grass?"

When the plague spread, Christine noticed the strange energy gradually eroding in the Great Knot.Without any hesitation, Christine landed in the End Realm before the Grand End Realm was completely infected.

Roja and the Gospel behind him were not too surprised by this move. They didn't think it was Christine's act of realizing his identity.Both Roja and Gospel believe that this is Christine's act of revenge against the nobles he hates, and it is the basis for him to take the opportunity to clean Yingnan.

Yes, Christine, fooled the false gods.

It's just that Zhou Li deceived the false god by relying on his performance and ability.Christine, on the other hand, used all the truth to pile up a true lie.

"I hate the nobles, and I hate these greedy commoners."

Opening his mouth, the festering mouth was full of black sludge. At this moment, Christine completely lost his neat soldier appearance. He was like a monster, facing another monster.

"But I don't hate humans."

The mocking gaze came out from the gradually cloudy pupils, stinging the heart of the false god.

"My daughter adores me."

"She has been proud of me as the Patron Saint of Jordan for a long time."

Gerost knew it was over.

The human body cannot bear the power of the ancient gods.Being able to survive until now, Christine is already unique.He looked at Christine, who was gradually collapsing in front of him, closed his eyes, and asked tremblingly, "Are you going to leave just like that?"

"Otherwise? We also drank the wine, and boasted about being awesome, and you and I saw it too."

Christine has lost his human form by this time, and is not so much a human as he is now a shrunken falsehood.Instead of looking at his body, he smiled and said to Gerost behind him, "You just have to do me a favor."

"Tell little Ellie that her father is not dead, but just went to the book."

"Xiao Nizi loves to play and doesn't like to read books. I really have to worry about her after I die."

The chain and the acupuncture slowly closed, closed, closed again.Every inch of the false body was torn apart by his own strength, he howled in pain, but could not make any sound.

Christine "sees" False, he has lost his eyes, but has the same senses as False.The world in his mind at this moment is a frenzied, terrifying purgatory full of twisted colors.Human beings have become broken bones, buildings are burning with blue flames, trees are nightmares of flesh and blood, and flowers are eyes one after another.

"I'll take a step first."

The false body erupted with terrifying tearing sounds, and explosions shattered the surrounding glass and thin bricks.Christine's body began to disintegrate, and black pieces fell off his body and fell to the ground without any light.

"Help... you... scold... Roja... this brat."

Christine, dissipate.

Only the horrible skeleton was left standing on the ground, like the remains of a monster.However, no one is afraid of him.

The eyes of the immobilized humans and soldiers who had seen it all were filled with the skeleton.Without fear, without fear, these humans looked at Christine, at the remains of the Exalted.

Christine, 67 years old, is a soldier by profession.

Grade, bestowed by God.

At the age of 30, he served as a major general and also served as the head of the Knights Templar.He has many titles, and is also defined by the world as the most powerful warrior ever. At the age of 35, Christine temporarily retired from behind the scenes and began his political career that lasted more than [-] years.However, he did not succeed in the end, and he will never become a qualified politician.

Because at any time, he could not abandon his beloved Jordan, nor the people who worshiped him forever.He was always like the young man fighting in the grotesque disaster, never forgetting the praises from the people he saved on the road.

He still remembered that on Minke Street, the eyes of girls holding wreaths were full of twinkling stars.She looked at him with pure reverence on her immature face. The girl did not expect that her sudden words at that time would accompany Christine's whole life.

"Thank you, Patron Saint of Jordan."

(End of this chapter)