Thriller Trainee

156.Judgment Day

Zongjiu felt like he was dreaming, half asleep and half awake.

After waking up from that long memory, he could clearly feel himself being picked up by someone and slowly moved to the stairs.

A nun who was cleaning put down the holy bottle in her hand in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you need my help?"

"unnecessary."

The little devil said lightly.

He held the white-haired young man in his arms with great effort, as if he were possessing his own treasure, not allowing others to touch him at all, and walked forward step by step.

On the fourth floor, the little devil threw away the bishop's scepter and crawled for almost half an hour before he successfully carried the magician to the top floor room.

He carefully placed the person on the bed, lit the candlestick, and let the dancing candlelight illuminate the young man's beautiful face.

After quietly covering the man with a quilt, the little devil propped himself up on the edge of the bed, staring unblinkingly at the sleeping white-haired young man with his dark brown eyes.

He kept looking at this posture for a long time, and the burning candle gradually became shorter, until it was only a short length, and finally turned into wax oil and dispersed in the candlestick, gradually annihilating.

The light dimmed.

The tapestry blocked the light from outside, and the room fell into darkness again.

This color was torture to him when he was six years old, but it was origin to him after six years old.

Zong Jiu still maintained his lying posture, unable to speak, but he could feel the movement around him.

The little devil leaned closer to the white-haired young man, hugged the rabbit doll tightly in his hands, and murmured to himself.

"My brother is so similar to him. No wonder the prophecy says that you are natural enemies. I'm afraid that only my brother in this world can understand him."

"Actually, I know...my brother doesn't want to kill me that much, either as an adult or as I am now."

He said in a low voice, "Although I showed that memory to my brother rashly, as an adult I shouldn't be angry... maybe I will feel more happy?"

"After all, how could he be willing to kill his brother? Although this kind of emotion has a malicious twist, for us, being reluctant to kill is already a very fond feeling."

At this point, the little devil suddenly laughed softly, "Actually, brother also knows that I am not number one at all."

The malice that poured into the world had long since destroyed No. 1 as a container from the inside out. Just like a huge wave destroying a lonely drifting boat, it was lifted high into the air and destroyed the unformed personality of a six-year-old child. Destroy the ground to pieces.

How can something good be born out of the malice of hundreds of millions of people gathered together for a hundred years?

Rather than saying that the current No. 1 is the original No. 1, it is better to say that he is a monster born from evil thoughts.

Apart from the same appearance, they are not even the same person.

"So, even if I was suppressed until I was six years old, I am completely different from No. 1."

The little devil tilted his head, "The moment the sacrifice was made, it rotted from the bones, and it was no longer even a human being."

The furry head rubbed against the magician's hand, rubbing it lovingly.

The cool, snowy pine smell of the person on the bed made the little devil feel at ease even in the dark.

"You know it, but you are still so kind to me. Brother is so kind."

...

What follows is a long period of darkness.

Zong Jiu's thinking also became more and more clear from the original half-dream state, but he still couldn't open his eyes.

The dim light of the sky slowly emerged from the darkness, and the earth began to illuminate from the chaos.

The magician's long fingertips moved imperceptibly.

He opened his eyes, his light-colored eyes full of clarity.

The night passed.

The moment the light of day falls on the earth, the judgment is about to begin.

A distant hymn sounded in the air, and a music that transcended the spiritual level of human life was played at the top of the sky.

Someone took a paintbrush and dipped it in paint, painting the whole world with a layer of holy white gold.

Flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, and no trace of darkness can escape.

Everything comes alive.

The trial begins.

Before Zong Jiu realized this, his body rolled up from the bed before he knew it, picked up the khaki windbreaker jacket placed aside, opened the door and rushed outside.

Other trainees stood at the door of the cathedral early, some with shackles on their hands and feet, and some without.

But all in all, the trainees were relieved when they saw the white-haired young man.

"Brother Ninth, you are finally here, you have been missing for a day!"

"Brother Ninth, where were you before? We searched all night and didn't see you. Everyone is going crazy!"

"The captain is finally back."

...

Not only the trainees, but also the live broadcast room has finally settled down.

[Okay, okay, that gambling dog who said before that the magician will definitely die if he disappears for a day, come here and pay your grandpa the money]

[It can be considered that he is back. The magician has been missing for a day. Anyone else would have been given a death notice]

[Let me just say, he is the biggest winner at Colorful Amusement Park, and he has S-level props in hand, how can he explain it so easily]

[That’s it, I’ve been on tenterhooks all day, hahahahahaha, the magician wants to take us out of the infinite loop, how could he just casually fold the copy in front]

[The sister upstairs is an old fan at first glance. Good guy, the only ones who remember this joke these days are old fans, Oli! 】

Zong Jiu nodded hurriedly towards them: "How is the situation now?"

The situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to explain that he had not been in danger before, but had received a memory from the little devil, and then slept soundly on someone else's bed for a day and a night. When he woke up, it was directly on the Day of Judgment.

Anthony was the first to react, "It's not good."

Fortunately, he has been following Fanzhuo for a long time. Although he is sometimes impulsive, he is still good enough in all aspects, otherwise he would not be able to reach the position of second in command of the Night Clan. This is also the reason why No.2 specially transferred Anthony to Zong Jiu's team. He should take care of him if he can.

"Just now, the Pope left the cathedral with all the nuns and walked to the courtroom. But for some reason, the Pope was actually wearing chains and shackles."

This is also what the trainees are most puzzled about.

Judgment Day has not yet completely kicked off, but at the moment when the holy light appears in the sky, all the trainees who still have black lines on their arms will have a dark black shackle on their wrists, symbolizing their guilty status.

For example, Anthony has iron chains around his handcuffs and ankles. As long as the thought of breaking free occurs in his mind, the area next to his flesh will start to emit scalding heat and sizzle.

He had long known from the townspeople that because his identity as a vampire was inherently unacceptable to heaven, he would most likely not be able to pass the Judgment Day. Now he had only verified his idea.

But the Pope is different.

The Pope is obviously a "born holy man", how could he be shackled like a sinful person?

Hearing this, Zongjiu frowned.

After saying "I'll go take a look," he rushed to the square in the center of the town without stopping.

The other trainees looked at his back, looked at each other, and followed suit.

By the time Zongjiu ran to the square, the trial court was finally completed.

A huge judgment seat filled with countless rays of light slowly took shape in the sky. Higher up, the light covered everything. One look at it would burn your eyes, making people no longer dare to look directly at the gods.

Thousands of angels made of pure light elements floated next to the Tribunal, with white wings flapping behind their backs. No words could be used to describe their sanctity and beauty.

They floated below the Tribunal in perfect agreement and could not exceed the majesty of God.

Things beyond dimensions are just like that, unobservable and incomprehensible.

"The trial is about to begin."

The first angel declares in a calm, distant tone, "Judgement begins with the sinners."

The next second, a meteor streaked across the sky, and the cross with its cold luster plunged deeply into the earth, sending up a burst of dust.

The Pope's scarlet cloak was nailed to the ground by a cross. The little devil's eyes were closed, his limbs were bleeding, and he was holding a rabbit doll in his arms. His life and death were unknown.

The townspeople shouted in disbelief, "How is this possible? Your Majesty has always been a holy person by nature, how can he be guilty!"

"Your Majesty has forgiven our sins. You are so kind and merciful. Why do you bear the sins yourself?"

The angel said coldly: "His sin came from his own body and has nothing to do with what you think. He deserves to be judged and fall into the nine levels of hell. It is not an exaggeration to say that he will be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."

Everyone was in an uproar.

The angel stopped explaining. Crosses descended from the sky again, nailing the sinful ones to the earth one after another.

At the end of the trial and at the time of execution, the good people ascend to heaven. These sinners who were nailed to the ground by crosses and whose hands and feet were tied with heavy chains were unable to struggle and move. They eventually fell into the cracks in the earth, were swallowed by the lava, and fell into hell.

The white-haired young man stood watching this scene, but an old and kind voice came from behind him.

"You still choose to return to the earth, child."

Zong Jiu didn't even look back, "Do you know my choice?"

"Standing here means you have made your choice."

The old nun wearing a black headscarf shook her head, "I knew you wouldn't come to see me, so I came."

Zong Jiu sighed, "What do you think the prophecy is?"

"That's what prophecy is. No matter what choice you make, it will only be in line with its development in the end."

Yes, no matter what choice he makes, it will only suit his development in the end.

Just like what Zong Jiu saw.

The original devil is actually the appointed savior.

Because of human greed and malice, they eventually degenerated into the Great Demon King.

The original Zongjiu had no emotions, liked to seek excitement, and was not bound by anything. On the contrary, he was more like a big devil in the traditional sense.

Without the twisted jewel of the devil, even Zhuge An would not be able to connect him with the savior.

But the old nun guided him and asked him to put a chain on himself. Then turn back to the right path.

A prophecy is a prophecy, and no matter how it changes, it will still adapt.

"Avoidance" and "knowledge" have long been included in the scope of prophecy.

Just like in ancient Greek mythology, Cronus overthrew the rule of his father Uranus and became a new generation of god-kings.

Uranus cursed that Cronus would suffer the same fate as him, being overthrown and usurped by his own son.

So Cronus swallowed all the children into his belly when they were born. Only the youngest son Zeus escaped all this. Sure enough, when he grew up, Zeus overthrew the rule of Cronus, followed the prophecy, and became the third generation of god kings.

If there hadn't been the intervention of those survivors, if there hadn't been the old nun. Perhaps today's great devil will become the savior, and the savior will be the great devil instead.

Unfortunately, it only stops at "maybe".

It's this possibility that is really... infuriating.

"Thank you. Although I know in my heart that you are not her, your presence always makes me feel at ease."

“Whatever you want to do, just do it.”

The old nun smiled, "Guiding the lost, this is the greatest meaning of my existence."

This copy called "Judgment Day" is so realistic that everything is indistinguishable from reality.

For example, it was now clear to her that the white-haired magician would not stop for anyone.

"So kid, what are you going to do now?"

The white-haired magician took off his windbreaker and threw it into the wind, revealing a neat white shirt and trousers on his back.

He silently raised his hand, held his earring, and showed the card between his other fingers.

The cold physical sword slipped into the magician's hand and quickly turned into a crowbar.

In the wind, he dropped a fleeting sentence.

"Go save people."

The author has something to say: Tell me something.

The big devil and the little devil basically belong to two individuals in my setting. The infinite loop also needs to add the time in the instance. Whether it is calculated according to normal time or according to two different personalities, the age of the devil cannot be unspecified. adult. Including the plot line where I wrote the little devil, I also avoided developing in this direction. It is obvious to everyone, so please stop using words like "underage" and "pedophile" as jokes in the comment area. Such comments will give I cause a lot of trouble and distress. Please understand, thank you all! !

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