This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-05-05

Chapter 267 Silver

The sun did not set, but the clouds were still dense.

Geralster stood quietly under the dark and treacherous sky, his head bowed, unable to see clearly. The clenched fists and the slightly trembling body told everyone that he was not in a peaceful mood. The fake in front of him was devastated, and the huge body leaned against the building beside him, swallowing the rays of light.

Falsehood is not dead.

Contaminated with false blood, Geralster raised his head and covered his face with one hand. The crossed blade was hanging on the ground, reflecting a faint silver halo.

“Old bastard, what you said is wrong…”

Geralster’s dull voice sounded from under his palm, he clenched the sharp blade in his hand, and his veins burst, “I still Really not a good Master.”

I taught Roja how to identify the evil of human beings and how to deal with human nature, but in the end it was myself who was betrayed by human nature. I have taught him too much, but I have not taught him one of the most important truths.

“No one can save those who do not save themselves.”

The holy silver light slowly flows from Geralster’s heart in his blood, Geralst Putting down his hand, the ghost mask forged in silver covered his face.

Those who give up, those who are not grateful, those who choose to live their lives with numbness, those who hate those who choose to change. Roja, you didn’t understand until the end that it wasn’t that these people were worth saving, but that you couldn’t save them at all.

You can’t save anyone at all, not if it’s worth it, but because you can’t.

“hu~”

The steady, soothing breath suppressed the anger in Geralster’s chest. This is his anger towards the false god, but also towards himself, and it is also a helpless sadness.

What Roja didn’t know was that humans never needed a savior, nor a second god. The hero who once saved the world, his greatest role in disasters has never been absolute martial power or spell of destruction. The one who truly saves the world is the human beings united by the hero.

“I only killed one hundred and thirty monsters in the grotesque disaster.”

It seems to be talking to myself, and it seems that I can never respond to The people who spoke to him were just like talking, Geralst felt the power of the blade in his hand gradually condensing, and muttered to himself: “Christian killed one hundred and twenty, and you killed fifty.”

” There are 1,000 grotesques in total, and only 300 were killed by us so-called heroes.”

The silver radiance in the bloodline began to dim, and Geralster raised the cross-blade. , In the cloudy Jordan, Geralst did not have any mood swings, he was like a body that had lost his soul and lost his “color”.

“It was the 126,713 soldiers who died in battle and the 3 million people who lost their lives in the disaster who really saved this country.”

The trembling hand stopped, and the huge body like a mountain slowly stood up in front of him. The falsehood that regained power tore open the silt in his body and slammed it on his chest. And Geralster just closed his eyes tightly to keep himself from looking at the fake body. He wants to hold him back until falsehood is fully restored to authority.

The savior saves the world.

Humans need to save themselves.

“You’re not human!”

A roar of false anger that could sense Geralst’s soul fluctuation, he didn’t completely use his power to create the perfect fusion. Implanted into Geralster’s body, before at the peak period he could completely control Geralster, but now, he has lost this ability.

He must be stopped, he must be stopped!

“You’re not human at all! You’re a grotesque, an illusion, a stitched monster! Why would you save those who betrayed you?”

“Help me, I let You become Demi-God and I’ll put you in charge of Jordan. I can get this world, I can get all the power of Spiritual God, you follow me, I’ll give you Supreme! I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Huh.”

Bowing his head and biting the last cigarette, Geralst wiped his fingers and lit the cigarette butt, raised his eyes, his scarred eyes stared at the malicious body, and Geralster smiled.

“Do you want one?”

The evil disaster, the silver certificate.

The silver light shines on the sky. This is the “God’s gift” that Geralster obtained after stepping into the God-given field. Unfortunately, he has never used this power before. Not quite up to the mark, not even the Plague Knight.

The silver cross like Divine Vestige has captured the rays of light of the sky, it has no shadows, and there is nowhere to hide. The false open mouth roared loudly, but to no avail.

“I bet I can do it.”

Muttering in a low voice, drowned out by a harsh roar, Geralst held up the cross-blade in his hand and took a heavy and slow pace, bringing the The Judgment Cross brought by the Silver Proof goes toward the falsehood.

“This is impossible!”

The cross that plundered Darkness and Light shined on the false body, he stared at the huge cross in horror and roared in disbelief : “I’ve never given you this kind of power!”

“I know.”

With heavy steps, the faint light of the cigarette butt shone in Geralster’s eyes. With a calm expression on his face, he said softly, “You don’t deserve this kind of power.”

“Neither do I. 0”

The little mortal held the God-given cross and pointed towards The kingdom-devouring Khorne grotesque ambles along. In this battle of Divine Vestige, Geralst is like a witness, very insignificant.

The cross of judgment fell, and at this moment, all the rays of light were taken away. The black has lost its existence, the haze cannot remain in the world, in the sky is still covered with dark clouds, but the earth is shrouded in brilliance.

Falsely seen.

He saw why, Geralster had this power.

“Gaia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The hysterical roar was replaced by the rumbling sound, and the falsehood was stabbed to death by countless lights Nailed in place, he was strangled by an invisible force, slowly lifted, and placed on the cross. The rays of light slowly faded, Geralster slowly slumped on the ground, the soot fell on his neck, leaving faint black marks.

“I won the bet, as usual, a bottle of ale.”

His vision began to blur, feeling the falsity of constant struggle, Geralster raised his feeble hand, He slowly took off the scalding cigarette butt and threw it aside.

Unfortunately, this time you have to miss your appointment.

Close your eyes and the darkness sweeps in. When the silver cross that Gaia used to suppress the false power in his body left his body, the falseness began to erode his body.

The grotesques that had been cut off began to regain their strength, and they began to swarm, continuously rushing in false directions. Falsely angry, this time, he is going to destroy the city.

Gerlost was lying on the ground, he could no longer feel the cold touch, and now he seemed to be thrown into the abyss of nothingness, and the illusory distortion spread to every inch of his body, devoured his consciousness. He closed his eyes, sighed, and laughed.

didn’t expect it, me too.

I can’t drink anymore…

“One is enough.”

A familiar, reassuring voice suddenly sounded.

“It’s really hard for me to die two.”

The Dark Emperor emerges from the Void Portal, holding the Sword of Power.

(End of this chapter)