Chapter 1205: Chapter 102: In the Na of God and Justice (Part 2)_4
This is a Manifestation thod targeting sins specifically, where the guilty are bound by chains of punishnt, enduring unbearable suffering from which they cannot escape. Here lies the Fire Wind State, a land for the guilty Saints!
Seviss scread from the intense pain, the sensation of scorched flesh made her wish for death. The failure in the struggle for control turned into an opportunity for Jago, who took the chance to reclaim the authority over the quelling fla. The fire coalesced in mid-air, transforming into a hundred-ter-tall Fla Angel. It was Mikhail, the Fire Angel, the closest Angel Envoy to God, whose Fla Sword guarded the entrance to Heaven, ready to incinerate all who dared to approach.
“Sleep now, Seviss.” Jago’s voice was very soft, “And always be a happy Ranger… don’t worry about these pains that are no longer your concern.”
The angel swung its sword, the arcs of orange fire were enough to destroy a city, while the bound Seviss was as small as dust in its presence. Jago wanted to close his eyes; no matter what happened next, he didn’t want to see anymore. But the old man couldn’t evade it, and his instinct to face danger made him open his eyes wide. As the Fla Angel’s sword descended, it failed to stir any waves; the hundred-ter-long Divine Weapon disappeared into thin air halfway through.
It was swallowed whole by Seviss’s gun barrel! Like an insignificant wisp of smoke!
The female Ranger raised her head slowly, Jago had never seen such an expression on her face before; the emotion had surpassed confidence and verged on arrogance, unrefined but intensely wild, like a cunning, brutish creature birthed by nature.
“Angel Skill?” Seviss sneered, “You use the skill I invented against ?”
She casually swung her arm, instantly breaking the chains that bound her freedom. She raised her revolver, aiming at the man in front of the angel. lt Valley City was plunged into a silence akin to eternal night; light and color vanished, even the boiling flas cald. The revolver acted like a black hole consuming everything, draining and gathering all power within sight. The seven-colored radiance gathered around the muzzle into a “corona,” resembling a miniature eclipse, or the crown of a King.
In the last mont, the old man’s face softened, as if relieved from a heavy burden. He closed his eyes, silently thinking, truly worthy of you…
Then the Ranger pulled the trigger, and the fleeting rainbow tore through the great form of the Fire Angel. Monts later, light and color returned to the world; no one rembered the previous struggle.
lt Valley City was as usual.
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Seviss holstered the revolver back at her waist, stretching her sore muscles. It had been a long ti since she’d fought such an intense battle; she just wanted to return to headquarters and sleep for a while…
Damned, where is headquarters? Confused, now a ranger, now it’s 1702… Spit, 2010…
She hamred her head with force as if she were hitting an unruly TV. The fragnts of mories temporarily halted, and Seviss sighed with relief, moving lightly through the ruins.
Seviss landed in the battered Lava Lake, where more than half of the Mithril Bridge surprisingly survived. The fla mantis, protecting the severely injured Jago, stood at the edge of the broken bridge. She waved to the totem, and the mantis looked down at the injured Family Head, and after so thought, made a decision. It summoned chains maintaining the seal from the quelling fla, carrying them to Seviss’s hands.
Handling the corrosion took her a full ten minutes. Damn, what kind of disgusting skill is this? How did the Impermanence Skill end up like this so soon?
Seviss dismissed the gripes that didn’t belong to her now, and walked over to Jago. The last shot avoided his body, but even getting caught in the aftermath left the old man’s injuries extrely serious. If it were an ordinary person, they would have already passed out, yet he was still conscious.
“Do it, give the final blow.”
“Go to hell.” Seviss crouched down unceremoniously, “You, Jago. You’re rely feeling powerless about the situation, instinctively wanting to rely on the strong.”
“No, it’s not.” Jago said.
“Then what is all this fuss for? For justice?”
A difficult expression appeared on the old man’s face, and Seviss took a while to recognize it as a bitter smile.
“I wanted to fight for justice. To strive for the country’s future. I knew pure ideals couldn’t accomplish everything, I was ready to tarnish my hands… Therefore, I stood by Gaius’s side, knowing he wasn’t a ruler thinking for all the people, yet his rule would be better than this rigid status quo.
I thought I was prepared, willing to fight for Unison even with a bad reputation. But along the way, I watched your travels and saw you and a group of young people, unrelated to Unison, fighting for the simplest values. I asked myself, am I betraying children like these? Then how am I different from Marcius, who betrayed the Saints a thousand years ago?”
Jago closed his eyes, tears of pain streaming down his face.
“My friends, aren’t I perpetuating evil in the na of justice?”
Seviss said nothing. She knew soone else was more suited to answer this question.
Another agent wearing a trench coat walked in briskly, carrying her personally crafted Gun of Punishnt. Agent Will squatted beside his teacher, lifting his tattered clothes. Jago’s skin was marked with traces of whippings like a penitent monk; his Impermanence Skill was the Desolate Form, binding sinners and also punishing the guilty himself.
Jago had long given the answer himself; he knew that the naless agent would arrive today, and more so that his rampage would yield no result. He suffered in the questioning of conscience, wavering on the line of Realm.
He was long overwheld, only wishing to die as a sinner.
“Agent Jago,” Will stood up, “As the Gun of Punishnt, the Mithril Pillar, I hereby deliver my judgnt upon you.”
“Live on with your pain and anguish, and use your remaining life to atone for past mistakes.”
Will helped him up, and Jago saw Seviss smirking before falling unconscious. He felt profound helplessness, perhaps he should have decisively shot himself in the head – it would be easier afterward…
There was no need to ponder the divine, nor to worry about justice.
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