Huh? Are they all real?.

Preventing evil from manifesting in the world is the first reaction of every normal person.

But after a moment of silence, Moen said:

"I can't stop it, and I don't intend to stop it."

"why?"

Quintus wanted to ask why, but then he saw the pit of corpses that was still not completely covered.

It was full of slave owners and traitors.

After three eras of accumulation, this continent had long since become a nameless but real abyss.

Moen's voice also rang out at this moment:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. So let the abyss end on its own."

Quintus paused for a moment, then lowered his head and said:

“You are absolutely right, sir.”

But Quintus didn’t notice that Mohn seemed to have only answered him halfway.

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The witches and the Abyss Watchers who had been attacking slave factories along the coastline have now separated.

The Abyss Watchers continued their attacks and rescues of the slaves along the coast.

But the Redemption Witch herself had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Roman Empire in Pompeii.

From here, she could even see the ancient city of Pompeii, built next to a dormant volcano, in the distance.

That was also the source of all evil in the entire Pompeii Roman Empire.

The witch really wanted to teach Pompeii a lesson.

But in the end she held back, because from the very beginning she had come for something more important.

Rescuing the suffering slaves was merely a secondary, incidental matter.

She is the last legacy Constantine left to the world, and she must shoulder everything Constantine left behind.

She has arrived at a canyon formed by the drying up of a river.

The pebbles that were once formed by the impact of flowing water have long since weathered and been buried in sand.

After walking several hundred meters forward, using the sun as a guide, the witch suddenly stopped.

She turned to look behind her.

After a while, the knight who had appeared in Quega also appeared behind her.

The other person raised their hand and said:

“I didn’t intentionally follow you. We were just worried about you, so we sent me here. After all, you came without saying anything.”

The witch lowered her eyes slightly and said:

"I hope you leave; this is the path I must walk alone."

The knight, however, said very seriously:

"Unless you tell me what you're up to, I will never leave. You know what I'm good at. If I can find the most hidden demons, then I can find you too."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pointed at the witch, saying:

"Do you know how strange you've been these past few days? You look absolutely terrifying! We've never seen you like this before!"

“We are comrades, we have worked together on the same front for thousands of years, and some of us have even known you for thousands of years.”

They have stayed in the Forsaken Land with the witch until now. Although many people have come and gone, many have remained rooted there.

He always took pride in Constantine as he monitored and fought against the Abyss.

So, as comrades who had been together for countless years, they knew very well that the witch's condition had been very strange in the past few days.

Especially when someone jokingly said:

'She's becoming more and more like a widow.'

These words instantly snapped them out of their daze.

The witch used to say that she was the last relic left by the saint.

But she had never been so sorrowful or so at ease.

"So, tell me what you're trying to do."

The witch remained silent.

The knight lowered his head helplessly and said:

"Over thousands of years, we have lost far too many comrades-in-arms. Some dedicated their lives, some fulfilled their missions, and some were unfortunately taken away from us."

"We'll see dawn soon, let's not lose our longest-standing friends in our final moments!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, the witch, who was about to disappear from the knight's side, finally stayed in place.

And then he spoke:

"Prophets can only predict the future and then arrange everything according to the prophecy. Whether it is the firstborn son or the two successors, they can only see and know."

"So what does the prophet have to do with you being here?"

The witch continued without pausing:

"But it is said that at the beginning of creation, there was a being who spoke of the future."

The witch raised her head and, amidst the other's disbelief, said:

"For everything He says will come to pass."

The knight, slightly realizing what was happening, asked seriously:

What did He say?

The witch took out a polyhedron from her black evening gown. The mysterious polyhedron, originally an opaque, earthy yellow, began to become transparent and multicolored when exposed to sunlight.

And countless rays of light are diffracted from the facets.

When the witch tried repeatedly to lift it to a special angle...

The scattering became a straight line.

This light is the direction and the guide.

Look in the direction the light is pointing.

The witch continued:

"Ever since Augustus' death, the Old World has begun to evolve into hell. This should have been a place of revelry for demons."

"But over the past three eras, the Old World has been the continent with the fewest appearances of demons. In fact, according to available information, the demons that have appeared on the Old World all came from other places."

"In other words, the Old World has never experienced a demonic manifestation on its own."

"And this is the answer."

Chapter 251 Ancient Revelation (3k2)

In the direction the light points, the soil and rocks fade, and the sand and gravel disappear.

A long archway, just wide enough for people to pass through, appeared before them.

The witch put down the polygonal object she was holding.

They then headed towards the archway.

Seeing this, the knight followed behind.

Where does this lead?

"A sanctuary."

"The Church of Mourning? But isn't that supposed to be in Argas, where Augustus was?"

When people mention the sanctuaries of the Old World, almost everyone's first thought is the Sanctuary of Mourning, which is rumored to contain the Holy Sword.

"It's not a very old sanctuary, but in terms of its own holiness, this one is no less impressive."

The witch's voice was always so mournful and clear.

Ever since the man who traded himself to bring her back from hell left, her life, like her attire, has turned black and white.

The only splash of color was that afternoon in that broken, nameless church, bathed in sunlight, where the saint declared he had redeemed her from the abyss.

This was the only color in her thousands of years of life, and also her last.

What you gain is fleeting.

Trust is the only thing that can be lost.

The saint used her redemption to bring his legendary life to a perfect close.

Everyone who knows about this will praise the saint's glory and holiness.

But for her, it was an unimaginable nightmare.

It left her life with nothing but black and white nightmares.

"Isn't this better than a memorial altar? Whose sanctuary is this? What sacred objects are enshrined here?"

As they ventured deeper, the knights finally discovered more and more man-made structures, rather than the rock and soil they had encountered before.

"Augustus ruled Rome for seventy-three years, but in the end, just as he was about to become the ruler of the world, he was assassinated by the senators."

"The gods and kings, who were already waiting for Augustus's death, were naturally pleased with this. They acknowledged Augustus and were willing to wait for his departure."

"But they also wish to see the mortals standing above them leave as soon as possible."

"The others were the same; no one liked having a world lord above them. But the Augustus Honor Guard, Augustus's generals, and governors all remained silent."

"Why do you think this is?"

The knight, who was asked the question, said:

"Because, because, well, I don't know why either."

It's not surprising that the senators made a foolish move, but it's strange that Rome remained silent. This was tantamount to Augustus having almost no loyal followers.

"Because after realizing that he no longer needed an army to fight, and knowing that he was going to die, Augustus voluntarily accepted the senators' peaceful evolution of him."

“That should be very much to Augustus’s liking, since he really came here only to mend that broken world.”

He knew he was leaving in a hurry, but he had to leave in a hurry, because a mortal's life is short.

"Therefore, he was also well aware that his hasty departure would inevitably leave behind a Rome that would expose countless problems after his death."

"Therefore, he did not want to leave behind too many people who cared about him to continue to bleed for Rome after he left."

"In the forty years that followed, when there was no need for war, he quietly saw off his true warriors and followers, and ceased cultivating his own retinue. Presumably, with Augustus by his side, they were able to enjoy their later years and reach the place of rest originally promised."

The knight then realized why Augustus had died so easily.

Augustus never intended to live on and rule the world; he was content once the world was mended.

"What a great man, he's practically a saint."

This subconscious remark instantly stopped the witch in her tracks.

She suddenly turned around and asked:

"What did you say?"

"What a great man!"

"Next sentence!"

"He's just like a saint, or rather, a saint is just like him!"

The saint is practically like him!

The witch, who had never thought of this before, was suddenly stunned.

Until the knight cautiously asked: