Chapter 89.3 – The Reader and Protagonist Definitely Have to Be in True Love

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Chapter 89.3 – Protagonist: He is not me.

As they talked, the fighting has entered a white-hot stage, both the fallen and the angel were desperately fighting each other. The always silent man finally spoke: “Stop it, you’ve achieved your goal, don’t make unnecessary sacrifices.

“Ah …” Xiu chuckled: “Do you want to ‘serve the people’?”

“You’re not the only one who ‘serves the people,’ son of god.” Xiu’s voice was like a sigh and he stretched his hand to point at the angels and fallen who are at war. “You want to save this group of angels while I want to save the people who were oppressed by the angels.”

Hearing Xiu’s words, Eric’s dark green eyes ignited with anger. “So you persecuted them, used them, and killed the angels? You say you are ‘saving’ them?”

“Yes, I’m using them.” Xiu admitted it without hesitation. “But do you think that giving them light and then making them stop fighting is saving them?”

Xiu smiled. “Son of god of the Temple of Light, you gave them light in order to soothe their problems. They will be grateful until the angels come again next time. You want them to stop fighting in order to save their lives, so they will live in the darkness until the angels recover.”

“You are protecting these angels rather than saving the people,” he said. Xiu glanced at the overwhelmed governor. “Even though you pointed your sword at him, you never really thought of killing him. You wanted to help the civilians but you never thought about letting them rebel against the angel’s reign because, according to what you were taught, the angels are ‘good’ – they are the messengers of the god of light.”

“…!” Eric was about to refute Xiu’s argument but one of the fallen interrupted him. The rebel looked around him then tried to attack Xiu since he had the largest number of feathers but he was intercepted by Old John. The fallen had a lot of respect for the brown-haired man who gave them equipment and training.

“There’s only a little time before the dawn.” Old John pointed to the carriages not far away and kindly suggested: “If I were you, I would move the loot before the arrival of angel reinforcements rather than provoke those who should not be provoked.”

The fallen man hesitated for a moment but when he recognized his target as the silver-haired youth who could wipe out all of the fallen with just one spell, he turned and ran to the carriages that carried the chests.

When the chests were opened, the light inside lit up half of the night sky. The people in the battlefield stopped fighting. All of the fallen stared at the source of light, even when the angel’s weapons were striking at them.

“For the light!”

Du Ze didn’t know who first shouted it. All of the fallen seemed to become mad. Their eyes filled with tears and they ran to the light like moths to a flame.

“For the Light!”

The angel’s battle formation collapsed as the remaining angel guards were engulfed by the mad wave of rebels. The fallen rushed towards the loot. As more and more chests were opened, the bright light lit up the faces that were weeping with ecstasy.

Under the bright light, Xiu smiled and said his last words to Eric.

“What you protect is always the ‘light.’ I protect not just the ‘light’; that is the essential difference between you and me.”

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