"This is my best home?"

Hearing such words come out of the mouth of the Lightbringer, Rama Mujam's face, which was already like a dried skeleton, suddenly appeared a miserable smile. He knew that what the Lightbringer said was right, that he deserved to die, and that he should have died a long time ago. If it weren't for him, the country wouldn't be what it is today, and if it weren't for him, his family wouldn't have been treated so horribly. It is not a pity for him to die, but indeed it is not a pity to die. But he was not reconciled, he was not willing to die like this.

His enemy is still there, and his blood and vengeance have not yet been avenged, how can he die here like this, how can he die here willingly.

Hatred is a terrible force, and if love sometimes makes people forget, then hatred can make a person hold grudges for ten, twenty or even a lifetime most of the time. It can give people endless motivation, but it can also make people fall into the abyss. Today's Rama Mujam can be said to be like this, he has fallen into the abyss, but even if he has fallen into the abyss, he still does not forget to stretch out his hand, wanting to drag his enemy down.

This has become an obsession of his life. And it was because of such an obsession that he let go of his hand. Crawling in the direction of the shelter again.

What the Lightbringer says, he doesn't care anymore. If they didn't want to take themselves to meet the god, then he crawled over to meet him himself. If they won't open the door for themselves, then he will go inside even if he hits it with his head, even if he hits his head.

He didn't care about his death, he didn't care what would become of his body. He only wants revenge, and before revenge, no one or anything can stop him, and nothing can stop him at all.

He's crazy and unstoppable. The Lightbringer had already seen this, and he wondered what kind of person could have such a great hatred. Although he saw the sin in this man's soul, he could not see his past at all. This made him hesitate, hesitating not knowing what attitude to use to face such a guy. And while he was so hesitant, Ramammujam had already crossed him and crawled towards the shelter behind him.

He didn't climb very fast, in fact, with his current body, he couldn't climb too fast. But he climbed very firmly, and it was impossible for anyone or anything to interfere with his current movements. It was only a matter of time before he crawled to the shelter. All other problems, including his completely broken body, were insignificant.

And time always flies, so fast that no one else even thinks time is passing, and he is already in front of the shelter. There, the sun-like light curtain of the shelter kept him out, and feeling the ruthless rejection of him by this light curtain, Ramammujam smiled miserably and made a startling move.

He slammed his head against the top of the light curtain, as if he were smashing an egg against a stone. Although onlookers knew that this guy couldn't have hit his head on it like this. But when they saw such movements, they still had an indescribable tragic feeling in their hearts.

Because it's really miserable. There may not be blood on this head, but it is definitely flesh and skin. If you don't see any blood, you can say that he is not working hard, or you can say that he has no more blood to shed. But if the flesh is flying, then it can only be the latter.

How much strength and determination does it take for a person to smash the flesh and skin off his head. Ordinary people probably can't even imagine it. But now, Ramammujam is like that, again and again as if crazy, banging desperately and screaming desperately.

"Let me in, let me in!"

His behavior is too bizarre, and his behavior is too horrible. Not only the Lightbringer at the beginning, but many other Lightbringers also paid attention to such an existence at this time. And when they noticed such a being, they were immediately amazed at the sin in this person.

The world in the eyes of the Lightbringer is very simple. It represents the whiteness of the innocent, and the black of the sinful. There has never been a completely innocent person in this world, no matter who has done one or two wrong things to a greater or lesser extent. So there is never a pure white person, but in the same way, there is no pure black person.

No matter how evil people are, they will have a good side. Unless he has completely extinguished his conscience and completely fallen into darkness. Otherwise, no matter how great the sin is on your body, it will inevitably have some other colors. Like the believer who was transformed into an angel of light, he was guilty of great sin, but his conscience was not clear. This gave him a rare black and white color.

And if the guy before is special enough, then the guy in front of him is even more special than him.

His body was pure black, and the black was thicker than the ink. At a glance, the Lightbringers felt as if they were a black river, tumbling and tumbling. This means that he has sinned heinously. And if a person wants to sin to such a point, then the number of people who die at his hands is at least tens of thousands. Just by looking at the amount of money on this guy's body, the Lightbringer knew that there were more human lives on this guy's hands. And if a person has achieved such an extent, then it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not a pity to die.

It's not a pity for him to die, it stands to reason that they can let such a guy die here like this. But I don't know why, when facing such a self-suicidal guy, they can't help but sympathize with each other.

This is not just because of his miserable performance, but more because these lightbringers see something else in his sinful nature. He can be said to be pure black, but he can't be said to be all of them. Because in the thick ink rendering of the color on his body, there was a small patch of dark red like scabbed blood.

This is the most incomprehensible thing for them, because they know very well what this red means. It means the loss of what you love, and it is in your own hands.

Destroying what you love is perhaps the craziest thing to do, and the deepest sin. If a person has achieved such a point, then it can really be said that he is no longer qualified to be a human being. However, not everyone who has done such a thing is so mad that there is no cure. Some people are really helpless, and some people are really forced by reality.

In contact with the world, the Lightbringer encountered such an example. It was a cop, a cop who was hunting down the most vicious suicide bombers. In order to catch such a guy and prevent him from causing harm to the vast majority of people. He struggled to keep him in the suburbs, but what he didn't expect was that the organization behind the madman found out about his moves, and they kidnapped his family and made him choose at that time.

Let go of the person in front of you and treat it as if you didn't see it. He was also able to see his family. And if he still has to do his duty, then all he can see is the corpses of his own family.

This is a choice that can drive people to a dead end, and anyone who is faced with such a choice will fall into a painful entanglement. Let it go, and you're going to watch a bunch of innocent people die because of you. Stay, then you can only lose what you love.

Ordinary people are likely to choose the former after a painful choice. Because for ordinary people, nothing is as important as their own family. However, this man is not an ordinary person, he is a police officer and he has his own duties. This identity makes him have to think more than ordinary people, and he must bear more than ordinary people. So in the end, he finally made a choice that made him miserable for the rest of his life.

He chose his duty and allowed the murderers to kill his wife and children. Although he saved a lot of people, saved a lot of innocent families. But he himself had completely lost all of this. It was from that time that this being, who was praised as a civilian hero, had become a blood-red, a piercing blood-red.

It was the color that the Lightbringers couldn't forget, and the red on the person in front of them wasn't as dazzling as the blood-red, but it was that color, the red they couldn't forget.

This is probably the most precious thing in human beings. Not the pain that comes after sacrifice and loss, but love, the purest love. It's not love, it won't have such an extreme color. If it is not love, it is impossible for such a person to make them sympathetic. A person who can go crazy for love and go crazy for love is worthy of pity. He may have done all the bad things, and he can't write about it. But one thing is certain, and that is that the love in his heart allows him to always be called a person. And since he is still a human being, then he has the value of being saved.

So, should he be allowed to go inside the shelter? The Lightbringers do not have the authority to decide this, and the most they can do is inform their master of the existence of such a person. And whether he can be received by their master or not depends on whether he is so lucky.

Rama Mujam was lucky because he had his brain smashed to pieces. The Lightbringers got a herald from their master, and they set up the guy and took him into the sanctuary.

Obviously, this is the exception. But for such a thing, people outside can't talk about jealousy at all.

What he has done is beyond everyone's imagination, and no one dares to say that he can do what he does. They wanted to go inside just to live, but the man acted as if he didn't care if he didn't care about his life or death.

He doesn't even care about death, what does he want to do when he goes in? This may be something they can't figure out.