It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"We don't have much time. I will enter the final stage of preparations. The ceremony will start in three days."

Tom's expression changed and he quickly followed him, hesitating to say something.

As if he noticed this, Philip, who was standing at the top of the stairs, slowly turned around, crossing his hands and holding the curved cane.

Behind him, the sound of gunfire and shouts of death gradually blurred, and the firelight became the most distant color on the horizon, like canvas and oil paint in scenes of drama.

The man wearing the mask with an exaggerated smile looked down at Tom, his tone becoming compassionate and pitiful.

"You have completed the task assigned by me. According to the agreement, I will be merciful to you."

"Before dawn, your Miss Catherine will recover all her personality and memory, be reborn in the body of the heroic spirit, and become my chosen one."

"It's just... this may not be a good thing for you and her, I will give you a chance to choose - are you sure you want to do this?"

Tom Miller replied without hesitation.

"I'm sure."

Philip's body gradually floated up, and he stopped looking at the man on the ground whose face was full of determination and joy.

"Under the bell at the top of Notre Dame's bell tower, you'll find her there."

-

The wizard in black walked step by step in the direction leading to the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral. The night was above, but his steps were firm; the surrounding streets were stained red with blood, but his will was clear.

Memories of the past flowed past the wizard's eyes like running water, and those blurred images and sounds burned fiercely in his chest every minute and every second.

Her smile, her laziness, and her unrealistic fantasies turned out to be so kind and sweet in retrospect.

They turned into fiery sparks that would set fire to his lungs and heart, and burn the wizard's soul to ashes.

He never thought that he would have such a blazing mood that seemed to burn everything, he was just a very ordinary person.

By the way...I have never had the opportunity to tell her everything I want to say before, because of inferiority or shyness, I will find various reasons to shirk every time.

This time, this time I must——

Thinking of this, the wizard quickened his pace.

He pushed open the heavy door of the bell tower of Notre Dame, a little surprised that he could do such a thing without using any magic.

But that's not a big deal.

The wizard quickly ignored these anomalies. He climbed up the spiral staircase, passed through the blackened old wall tiles, passed through the rose window and the terrace.

A not very beautiful figure appeared in front of the wizard. She had slightly fluffy hair and a face that had not completely lost its youthfulness.

"Cather—"

He was about to call out that name, the name that had been called countless times in his heart.

thump, thump

thump—

The bell rang, startling the birds docked on the bell tower, and the fire light lit up the dark clouds in the sky like day.

-

The witch seemed to wake up from a long sleep. Her body was not coordinated enough, so she could only stand up with difficulty like a lamb that just learned to walk.

In the bell that seemed to cover everything, she felt a large number of pictures pouring into her mind like flowing water, and she recalled many things, including her name and her past.

"Am I already dead?"

She stretched out her hand, and the hands in front of her seemed different from those in her memory.

"I remember, it was Miller... no, it was Tom who woke me up."

Catherine turned around in surprise, controlled the strange body, and staggered a little because it was difficult to adapt to the balance.

"This... sir? Have you seen Tom? He is a tall, handsome boy. Where is he now?"

It wasn't until the sound of the bell gradually faded that Catherine noticed another person standing high up in the bell tower. She originally thought it would be her most familiar executioner partner, but he was obviously not the same person as the Tom Miller in her memory.

It was a man with a deformed body, wrapped in a strange black robe, his facial features were squeezed into strange corners by deformed bones and muscles, most of his hair was sparse and fall off, and the sarcoma on his back made him look a little hunchbacked .

He half-opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of a bell and forgot the last half of the syllable in his throat.

The monster showed a blank expression, and he shook his head dully.

"No, I've never seen anyone like that."

The monster's expression became a little distressed, making his face look even uglier.

"I don't seem to remember anything, I just know...just my name, it's like a new name."

"My name is Quasimodo."

"is that so?"

Catherine felt that she had an illusion, and she clearly remembered that she heard the voice of that person.

She looked at the strange bell ringer again, shook her head to calm herself down, and quickly left the tower to find the source of the sound.

-

Awakening the heroic spirit must consume enough soul and human residues, and countless fragments can be combined into an individual that is almost identical to the past.

That wizard is dead.

He burns out his humanity, in the evening bells of Paris.

Chapter 148 The World Promised by God

The morning was much darker than usual, and choking white smoke rose from the charred sandbags, firewood and soil.

The battle lasted for three full days, and the black helmets and nightmarish boots receded like a tidal wave at the crack of dawn.

The sergeant whose left eye was covered with blood and mud poked his head out of the trench, his heart sank slowly to the bottom of the valley.

They lost and regained the defense line in front of the city wall countless times last night. The soldiers who stayed up all night showed an amazing will to persist until now, but now it is still not time to cheer.

Although the enemy had temporarily ended their attack, the sergeant could tell from the smell of gunpowder in the air that they were just preparing a larger offensive.

Perhaps this was the last attack, and just like in the past, just getting through it would buy some rest, with plenty of hot water and warm fireplaces in the city.No need to worry about getting frostbite or being smashed to pieces by metal falling from the sky.

There were not many responding voices around. Two months ago, he might have been panicked by this kind of thing, but now almost everyone who can survive has become accustomed to death.

The sergeant randomly stuffed a few pieces of bread into his mouth, they were as hard as stones in the fortification under the severe cold environment.

An hour later, the trumpets of the Prussian army blew again, and he immediately woke up from his short sleep, and numbly clenched the barrel of his gun.

But this time, the gunfire did not start on time as in the past. Everyone on the battlefield raised their heads in unison, shocked by the scene in the sky.

"God... are you here to save me?"

I don't know who said it in a dazed tone.

Indeed, this is the most appropriate exclamation.

Countless white light spots are connected into lines in the air, and they explode from several tops like a waterfall, causing these millions of rays of light to fall from the sky.

Just like multiple angels spreading their wings in the sky.

-

"it's time."

Ulysses Phillips floats overhead looking down on the city.

From his perspective, he could clearly see the beautiful lines formed by the newly planned streets. They were filled with invisible colors and lit up, and together they formed a corner of this huge array.

This is not just a reflection of his will alone. It is difficult for a single individual to prepare on this scale. Baron Ottoman's plan really brought great convenience to Philip's plan.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but think so.

Perhaps this is the choice of the times and the world, and everything that is happening now is a preordained fate.Everyone is drawn by an invisible thread, as if a drama is being staged, even him who is close to the god is no exception.

This thought made all Philip's movements pause for two seconds.

Fate, this is the word he hates the most.

Because of the inevitability of accidental and irrational coincidences, they together roll up an almost irreversible tide, making the struggle of any creature seem ridiculous.

And didn't he make many choices just to avoid this feeling of powerlessness?

True, no one can declare his end but himself.

And today is the moment to break fate.

Now, everything is ready.

He let go of the curved cane, raised his right hand, and slowly but firmly took off the strange mask with an exaggerated smile on it.

So, from below the sky of Paris, from the ruined streets and the icy trenches, from the coffins, walls and pots of the catacombs.

On the war-torn continent, come from different cities, countries, different seas and civilizations.

Humans, birds, beasts, fish and insects, all the lives destroyed by blood and fire have picked up some memories of the past.

Countless undead with blurred faces and dull expressions all turned their gazes in the same direction.

They pray with monotonous and subtle timbres like flutes that humans cannot distinguish, and pray to the same great existence in different languages!

"Messenger of Chaos, you are a scattered flock of crows, you are the monarch of nothingness!"

"Father God who created all things, blessed be your glorious name. From now on and forever, the heavens were created by the words of your mouth, and all things were made by the breath of your mouth...Amen!"⑴

In this huge sound wave like a storm, like the tide and the sun, the strange face of Ulysses Philip kept flowing.

Sometimes, it is the smiling face of an innocent baby; sometimes it is the benevolent and holy face of a Virgin; sometimes it is the wise and charming face of an old wise man; sometimes it is the face of a king full of dignity.

In the whirlpool of light and shadow, it finally settled into a pure blank - nothing.

Philip threw down the mask casually, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers heavily.

Then a thousand figures in bright red dresses and dark brown silk top hats immediately appeared beside him.

Simultaneously they opened their arms to embrace the world, and they spoke, declaring in exactly the same solemn and holy tones:

"I declare to you in my name that my chosen people will live forever in the empty world I promised. You and your brothers will be far away from hunger and death, and far away from all the strife and suffering in the world. Those who believe in me, you must be Blessed are you.”