Tears blurred Hu ao's vision. He felt his body turning cold, as the wound left by the Red Falcon had already spilled a large amount of blood.
"I was so close to something beautiful, Mr. Holmes, why did you have to set it all ablaze?"
This grand coronation ceremony, the revelry of the Believers, Liya's hymns... all were destroyed. The theater square turned into a bloodied slaughterhouse, Believers dying one after another, and Liya's pure white dress was stained dark red.
Lorenzo didn't know what to say, just like when facing Lawrence's questioning, he couldn't say a word, and finally could only rigidly declare.
"Hu ao, this is a false God, the God of evildoers, a God that should not exist."
Yes, it's evil, Lorenzo deceived himself like this.
Hu ao fell silent, but then he used the last of his strength to roar.
"I am not like you, Mr. Holmes, I am not as strong, not as powerful, I can only try to believe in this kind of thing, deceive myself to escape!"
