Chapter 1484: Twilight Event (Part 6)

A disturbance suddenly came from outside the auditorium of Westminster Abbey. Red Robin turned his head abruptly and saw an elderly clergyman stumbling in through the crack in the door, holding a 'Bible' in his hand.

"God, God! I pray for Your protection, please end my life, I will return to Your side with a pure body..."

And when the old pastor pushed open the door and saw Red Robin standing in front of the pulpit, he widened his eyes abruptly. The expression on his face was not anger but joy.

"Are you a gift from God to me? Quick, boy, come here, pierce my heart with this cross, quick, kill me!"

Red Robin rushed over quickly and supported the old pastor, but the old pastor still stumbled and fell. Red Robin could only place him on the chair beside him. As soon as he lifted his clothes, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

"Vampires have invaded London, their first stop must be the cathedral..." The old pastor gasped with difficulty, clutching the 'Bible' in his hand tightly and said: "I was bitten by a small scout, I can't live anymore, but I must never become that kind of bloodthirsty monster!"

"I have served God all my life, just to redeem my sins to the Lord, I must never make myself unclean at the last moment... Child, take this cross and insert it into my heart, this is the only way to stop me from becoming a monster!"

The old pastor grabbed Red Robin's wrist with his thin, dry palms, looked up, and stared into Red Robin's eyes with cloudy, aged eyes: "I can see, I can see that you have done countless good deeds, you are a righteous man of God, and today you will also allow me to have a good end!"

Red Robin held the cross. There was no hesitation on his face, only a trace of coldness he had never shown before. He pressed the old pastor's shoulder to make him lie back, supported his chest to help him breathe, and said: "Is there any other way to save you?"

"There is no other way, child. The teeth of this group of flying rats have venom. Even if holy water can detoxify, I am already too old to survive the violent collision of two kinds of energy. If there were a young warrior, you could save him this way."

"I remember. I can help you, but I hope you promise me one condition."

"I am a dying man, I have nothing to give you..."

"You still have your corpse. I need to use your corpse to leave a letter, and then go do what I must."

The old pastor stared into Red Robin's eyes, watching his still slightly youthful face being separated into black and white sides in the light leaking from the crack in the cathedral door.

"I promise you, child. Please remember, if your hands are stained with blood, you must keep the glory of the Lord in your heart, and you will not fall, never..." Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

The cross was inserted into the old pastor's heart. As the aged heart stopped beating, the deterioration of the bloody wound on his neck stopped.

Red Robin closed his eyes tightly. He pulled out the cross and exhaled. As if wanting to distract himself, he said to Lilith in his mind: "Do you know what I saw on the pulpit?"

Before Lilith could answer, he explained to himself: "In the eyes of a certain type of person, art is not the beauty of existence, but the eternal, irreparable regret and scar caused by the moment beauty is destroyed."

"To them, the meaning of life's existence is not the process of its existence, but how the world will understand it at the moment its existence ends."

"They look at everything in this world from another angle, therefore, let the sacrificed be sacrificed, let the immortal be burned out, let the precious be abandoned... let the flying fall."

"Unfortunately, I am that type of person."

Red Robin reached out and hugged the old pastor's corpse, then walked toward the pulpit step by step.

"I am different from all other Robins. They admire Batman's greatness, while I admire his pain, admire the darkness caused by his eternal, irreparable regrets."

"They look up to Batman; only I am looking down at him, looking down at this scarred soul wandering in the darkness without release, and then fantasizing that only I can give him release."

"One day, I will either save him or kill him. This can only be done by me. No matter which opportunity comes first, I will not let it go."

Red Robin gently placed the old pastor's corpse in front of the pulpit, then knelt on the ground, pressing his hands on his chest.

"When I saw what was on the pulpit, I knew I had met a kindred spirit. He is as morbid as I am, admiring the same kind of beauty, only he has the ability to put it all into practice."

"He hopes I will do the same, so he painted three parts of a painting and left only one corner."

"No one can refuse to work with a master to complete a great work. I cannot resist this temptation, so I will help him complete his art, and complete mine as well."

"Until the sacrificer is sacrificed, the immortal is burned out, the precious is abandoned, and the flying beast falls."

"Stop talking." Lilith's voice sounded in Red Robin's mind, with a somewhat hysterical flavor: "I don't want to hear these crazy words of yours, don't think about tempting me to help..."

When she said this, the voice stopped abruptly. Lilith realized what she had said, so she growled even more angrily.

"Are you tempting me?! Are you the devil or am I the devil?!

"

Red Robin flipped the old pastor's body over, letting him lie face down on the ground, his arms spread out on both sides of his body, lying in front of the pulpit, his head facing the door, and then took a dagger from his waist.

"When was the last time you contracted a human?"

"One or two thousand years ago." Lilith sighed and said: "Have humans developed like this now?"

"Yes, this is human. Welcome to human society."

Red Robin said while his hands didn't stop. He pressed the tip of the sharp dagger against the protrusion of the spine at the base of the old pastor's neck.

With a 'squelch', the knife was stabbed between the ribs on the back of the corpse, and then a not-so-small incision was made.

Red Robin used slow and steady movements, using a strange way of cutting to peel off the skin on the old pastor's back and lift it upward.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Lilith's tone rarely carried a trace of fear and uncertainty. She took a deep breath and emphasized: "You are desecrating the corpse of a clergyman in the largest church in London, in front of God. Aren't you afraid..."

"If I were afraid, the call wouldn't have been made to you."

Lilith was silent. As Red Robin's movements became faster and faster, Lilith still couldn't help but ask: "What on earth are you doing? I remind you, if God really comes later, I will say it was all your doing, it has nothing to do with me."

"No way, I will immediately cry to Him and say you tempted me. Otherwise, what do you think my purpose for bringing you along is?"

"You..."

"I said, welcome to human society."

Red Robin carefully flipped the two pieces of back skin he had peeled off upward and pasted them on the old pastor's shoulders, then he reached into the old pastor's body and gently pulled out the aging lungs.

"I warn you, that's enough!" Lilith was almost gritting her teeth. Her tone was full of anxiety: "If God is really summoned, we will both be finished!"

"If God were to come, He would have come when His believers were harmed. Since God let him die, I am not overstepping."

Red Robin took a deep breath and began to cut the lungs into strips with the dagger, then covered them with skin.

After a long and meticulous operation, Red Robin finally stood up, walked down the steps with the dagger, and then turned to look at his results.

The old pastor was arranged to lie on the ground with his arms spread, his head facing the door. Because of the steps, people walking toward him could just see the scene on his back.

It was a pair of bat wings made of lungs as bones and covered with skin, quietly spread between his arms. The faint light passing through the three Gothic pointed windows shone on it, revealing a lot of aesthetic feeling from the weirdness and bloodiness.

The noise outside the auditorium of Westminster Abbey became more and more chaotic, and the moonlight became more and more gloomy. An invisible wind pushed the door completely open, and countless blood-red eyes coveted the sacred ground of God.

Accompanied by a breeze, a pair of pitch-black boots fell from top to bottom, gently stepping on the fluff of the soft carpet. Between the two shoes, the blurred shadow of the corpse became clearer and clearer.

The joy of victory in Cain's blood-red pupils disappeared in an instant, leaving only deeper gloom and coldness, and an anger that had never existed before and was almost unstoppable.

"Have you ever heard of a theory? The best way to punish a sinner is not to do good, but to do worse things in front of him."

By the Thames, Red Robin held the railing with both hands, facing the river, watching the raging fire on the opposite bank, and said: "The letter I left for Cain will definitely make him extremely angry."

"Because he died and was resurrected, gathered his tribe, and launched a war, just to take revenge on God, and the method of revenge is to attack the church and desecrate God. But I did this first."

"There is only one chance to defile Westminster Abbey. As long as I win first, he can't win."

Lilith was silent for a long time before opening her mouth: "As long as you do the devil's work, the devil has no way to spread evil. Don't you think your idea is a little... putting the cart before the horse?"

"That's because your understanding is too shallow." Red Robin smiled and supported his face with his hand: "Spreading evil is the devil's work, but it is not mine. I took the devil's work as a hobby. Who loses?"

He snorted coldly and said: "Cain spent so much effort to resurrect just for revenge, and I am just looking for some amateur activities in my spare time."

"I am not touching a corpse for the first time. There are countless corpses in this world that I can touch. Cain is attacking the cathedral for the first time, but there is no second Westminster Abbey in this world that can let him feel the pleasure of defiling the sacred in a brand-new state."

Lilith also had a bad relationship with God. She substituted herself in and sighed: "You and my good nephew don't have such a big grudge, why go this far?"

"Oh my God, what am I saying?!" Lilith's slightly collapsing voice came again: "You are the only human I haven't successfully tempted in thousands of years! You actually want me to take the blame for you? I shouldn't have answered your call in the first place!"

Red Robin revealed a smile and said: "Do you think this is my fault? Have you ever thought that maybe someone else tempted me?"

"... That murderer?"

"That's right, that murderer who killed the vampire—Professor Schiller. I think I know now why Jason was so afraid when he first met him."

"He saw through me in just a few days of getting along, and when needed, guided me step by step to do these things."

"Tempting a detective with the truth, making me have to go to Westminster Abbey to confirm whether my guess about the theme of the vampire's death was correct, using the scene in the church and that bottle of fat to let me read the theme of his crime, using my ability to appreciate this kind of art to let me read the beauty in it, and wanting to help him complete the work."

"Using the death of the innocent and the chaos of the orderly society to arouse my sense of justice, making me want to punish Cain, using my talent in murder to make the most important moment of Cain's revenge action never achieve perfection."

Red Robin sighed lightly, raised his hand, looked at his fingertips trembling slightly under the gloomy moonlight, and said: "... What's more terrible is, it makes me enjoy it, and even makes me tremble with excitement."

This time Lilith was silent for longer, seemingly organizing her language. After a while, she evaluated it very objectively.

"If he were born in the Garden of Eden, what would that snake have to do?" ===== CHAPTER 1485 =====