After the sun came out, Safrot and Hong Wu naturally hid in the virtual curtain. This time Hong Wu rushed to use the virtual curtain. Although Safrot was stronger than him and the opened virtual curtain was thicker than his, But she didn't know what would happen later, so Hong Wu felt that it was more important for him to maintain his strength.
Those believers are still kneeling down and worshiping like this, so devout and forgetful about the world. In fact, now they look no worse than the ruthless look of angels.
Hong Wu and the others waited for a long time before they saw the Pope slowly walking out of the main hall. There was no shadow of those beings behind them.
"Where have they gone? Otherwise, they would have been up there a long time ago, right?" Hong Wu looked up at the sky curiously.
"Maybe they are just like us." Saffrot replied.
"This..." Hong Wu withdrew his gaze. Thinking about it, after all, their angels would not pay attention to such a ridiculous miracle display, so he turned his gaze back to the child. A teenage human could be so powerful. If he could , he wanted to know why, "Is he really human?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Saffrot didn't know clearly, but he had some guesses in his mind. After all, he was getting stronger and stronger, and Celtic had a lot of credit.
"Alas! I know that asking you is in vain." Hong Wu wanted to continue to insult Safrot, but suddenly felt a strong aura coming from above, so she shut up and looked up. For a moment, Hong Wu was stunned.
A group of angels in white robes with gold edges all spread their wings, covered with the rising sun, and slowly descended from the sky.
It turns out that this is a miracle. Although it is simple, but... the vision is extraordinary. Even Hong Wu, who is the same kind, was dumbfounded. He had never noticed the difference between angels of the same rank before, but now he discovered that they also had silver hair and silver eyes, and there were such big differences in their white wings, some were brighter, some were darker, and as for the one with golden eyes It's even more unusual. Rather than being white, the wings are more silver, and there are patches of gold flashing in the feathers.
Hong Wu looked obsessed, but she kept pushing Safrot, "It looks pretty good."
"Who are you talking about?" Safrot naturally only stared at that golden eye. After all, the other person was holding the person he loved tightly with both hands.
"Who?" Hong Wu turned back to look at Safrot, and saw a cold light flashing in his eyes, and felt a chill in his heart. Looking along his gaze, he realized that it was the one with golden eyes who had touched him for no good reason. Love, but looking at his current state, Hong Wu became interested, "Why don't you rush out and kill him? And snatch Luvian away by the way?"
"I'll leave the next four to you. If you can, then take action now?" Safrot looked back at Hong Wu, extremely serious. Hong Wu knew that he was not joking, but the four at the back... He didn't have that ability. , so he shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let's wait and see."
"Yeah." Safrot had the intention to scare Hong Wu, because he knew very well that the four people behind Satoris might be able to do it one-on-one. If Hong Wu was allowed to go one-on-four, let alone the chance of winning. There was no chance of survival.
The believers on the ground all looked up at the dazzling silver light in the sky, at the angels walking out of the silver light, and at the girl in the arms of the leading angel, with her long silver hair hanging straight down in the air. Not affected by the force of the wind, her face is cold and handsome, or cold and arrogant, without any human emotions. Let alone appearing in such an environment, even if she meets her on the street, she will not treat her as such. She thinks of it as human.
Her eyes were staring at the blank space at this time, and she seemed to be looking at something.
The Pope himself knelt down and worshiped, and then stood up to greet the angels who had landed on the altar.
"Welcome to the world!" Although he was in a lower position, he did not show any inferiority, which made the believers on the side sigh at his papal temperament.
"This is Miss Missilia, the being that the Lord God values most. Whether in heaven or on earth, she is the shadow of the Lord God. Now the Lord God has ordered us to appear in front of you in her honor. I hope you can see her with your own eyes. existence, I hope your faith will be more pious, and don't blind your eyes because of some dirty things, and you will not be able to see the truth and greatness of my god." Satris simply explained the purpose of his visit, without any exaggeration.
"Yes! Sir, the appearance of you and Miss Missilia has made our will stronger, and our faith is extremely pious. No matter what kind of temptation and filth, it is impossible to blind our eyes and deceive our hearts. , because our hearts have returned to the embrace of our God, the bright and holy place of heaven. Now please invite the Holy Maiden Mysilia." The Pope has already arranged everything in this way, and he believes that there will be people waiting there. Waiting to take her away.
"Thank you! Your Majesty the Pope!" Saffrot said, putting down the man in his arms.
"My Lady Missilia, please!" The Pope greeted me as he walked towards the main hall of the church. The congregants behind him did not get up. They prayed quietly and sent Safrot and the others up to the heights of the sky until they completely disappeared. Then they walked towards the main hall, hoping to see the saint again.
"My Lady Missilia, when you come to the world this time, I wonder what you have brought for us?" the Pope said, taking me to the altar in the main hall. The flame in the altar lit up from the moment it was lit. It has never been extinguished, and this flame carries the light of silver holy dust, symbolizing the existence of the Holy Religion of Light.
"Eternity and salvation!" I said these words that I had already decided.
"Then please show God's gift to all our believers!" The Pope took a step back. I stepped forward and put the object in my hand into the altar. The weaker flame gained strength again. The silver light of the fire overshadowed the sunlight, and everything in the hall was covered with silver light.
Looking down at the worshipers below, I said coldly and arrogantly, "This is eternity! The flames in the altar will be with my God and will last forever."
"What about redemption?" the Pope asked in response.
"Does anyone need to be saved?" I turned to look at the Pope.
"Of course!" As he said, the Pope asked someone to carry out a priest who was seriously ill and about to die. "He is the most devout believer in our God. He has devoted his life to the Holy Religion and even suffered from illness. Then Miss Missilia can Let him be redeemed.”
"Okay! Pious believers should be saved by my God!" As I said that, I leaned over and tapped his purple-gray lips with my fingertips. His face immediately lost its lifeless look and became radiant. For a moment, After that, he woke up and could stand up. He knelt down to me excitedly and said, "Thank you to my God for your salvation! My God is an omnipotent existence, a symbol of eternity and mercy."
"My God is an omnipotent existence, a symbol of eternity and mercy." Immediately, the stunned believers below also sang in praise of the greatness and extraordinaryness of my God.
Seeing that everything was about to be completed smoothly, the Pope leaned slightly towards me and announced to all the congregants, "The miracles have been shown for a long time. All congregants are asked to return to their own dioceses and continue their work." Duty!"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!" After seeing off the congregants, the Pope turned to me, "I don't know, Miss Missilia, whether you want to go back to the temple to rest, or..."
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"Go back to the temple first." As I said that, I walked towards the temple.
"Yes, congratulations to Miss Missilia!" The Pope did not send me off, but watched me leave.
I walked forward, slowly, because I was feeling their presence.
I don’t know why they came again, and there are still two of them. Could it be that they want to invite me to tea
I smiled coldly, even I would not believe this possibility.
Satris and the others should have gone to the place called Myri at this time. They heard that something happened there and an angel was killed, so they rushed to have a look. Naturally, I stayed as a saint and lived there. Enter the temple and wait for them to return to heaven together.
He walked through the corridor, walked all the way into the temple, and entered his room. The door was not closed, after all, there were guests.
Feeling them walking in, I turned around and faced the door, "Please close the door!"
"Do you know we are here?" Suddenly, they appeared in front of me. A man with short purple hair smiled at me, his smile was charming and feminine.
"Are you an angel?" I looked at him, my silver eyes were the same as those of Estelle and others.
"Not really." He pursed his lips and smiled, "My heart is dark."
"Oh!" In fact, whether he is an angel or not, I have no idea. I just asked casually. After knowing the answer, I started to get to the point and turned to him, the person I was dancing with, "What do you want from me? Invite me to tea?"
"No! I want to ask you to leave with me." His expression was very serious, not at all the relaxation and comfort he had while drinking tea.
"I said, I will not leave with you." As I said that, I looked directly into his eyes calmly, and then told him, "I think you, like some people, have recognized the wrong person. I am Missilia, and It’s not you who want to find someone.”
"You..." He was startled, then paused and continued, "I know who you are better than you, so I hope you can agree to leave with me without me taking action."
"Do it? Do you think you can hurt me?" I smiled coldly. I asked Satris, so I know that creatures with red eyes like them are called vampires, and humans call them vampires because they It feeds on human blood, so it is what humans often call devils. But in the eyes of angels, they are just low-level creatures living in the darkness. And he is still an enemy, so there is nothing wrong with me hurting him today.
"I don't want to hurt you." There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but more of a determination, "But I must take you away now, otherwise I will have no chance."
"Hmph!" I snorted coldly, "Indeed, if Satris and the others come back, you won't even dare to show up!"
"You..." The purple-haired dark angel glared at me angrily, "I didn't expect you to look at us like this."
"Then what should I think of you? You have been here several times, but you don't dare to show up. If it's not because of Satris and the others, why else?" I glanced at him coldly with disdain, and then moved my gaze away. Turning to the vampire with eyes, "Although I know very well that you want to take me away because you regard me as someone else, but let me tell you again, I am Missilia, not someone else. If you insist If you insist, then I can only fight with you, although I am not the sweeper that Satres calls, and I have no obligation to clean you up."
"You... are going to clean us up?" Hong Wu laughed, "Don't forget, we are the ones who need to be cleaned up, not you cleaning up me and Saffrot."
"I said, I am Missilia, not the person you call me, or a vampire, so please don't treat me as her, or treat a god as a devil." I was a little angry, and treated me as a devil. Their kind, that's an insult to me.
"Devils? You mean we are devils?" Hong Wu stopped laughing and looked at me with wide eyes, "But it's right to think about it, but you are a monster, a more terrifying existence than us."
"You..." I finally couldn't help but rushed towards him, but I didn't have a weapon in my hand.
"You want to hurt me like this?" The other party avoided with a smile, "At least you need a weapon to kill people, and don't forget, we are still devils, and you have to use a better weapon to kill devils, otherwise it won't work! "
"..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak. If I had known better, I would have asked Satris for one, so I wouldn't have been teased like this by him. And he is indeed not weak, and the injury on my chest has not completely healed, so I can't hurt him with my hands. If there is a weapon...
"Do you want a weapon?" Suddenly the voice deep in my soul rang again. It seemed that she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"You want to give me a weapon?" I asked carefully.
"I didn't give it to you, it was originally yours. I just don't want you to lose to such a weakling and make me suffer shame together with you."
"you… "
"Do you want it?" she asked again.
I thought about it for a moment and bowed my head to her. It was better to bow to her than to admit defeat to my opponent.
"What's wrong? Already given up? You never gave up like this before!" The other party dodged easily and mocked.
"Really!" A trace of murderous intent flashed in my eyes, and I reached for my earlobe. Then I pulled out a long red knife from my hair and swiped it hard. He was startled, jumped two meters away, and looked down at me. chest, "Do you really want my life?"
"Since you don't want to leave, then I will be a sweeper." Looking at him two meters away and the vampire not far away from him, "You can stay completely!"
"You..." Hong Wu was startled. He still couldn't completely regard the person in front of him as another person. But after hearing these words, he completely woke up and turned to look at Saffrot.
"I'll do it!" Saffrot has been watching for a while, and now it's time to take action. In fact, how much he hoped that Hong Wu could subdue the opponent, so that he would not have to fight with her, and maybe it would be a life and death fight, but the reality was not as he wished.
As he said that, he came forward and faced me, "I hope I won't hurt you!"
"I don't mind hurting you." As I said that, I rushed towards him like lightning. (To be continued)