Chapter 465 Michael
"Kyrieeleison!"
As the last sentence of the long prayer fell, a mighty divine breath intertwined.
On the ground covered by the greasy and sticky minced meat, a white-gold divine radiance suddenly rose up, shrouding Constantine and Wilbur Whateley, and the sacred and noble magic filled this space. Inside, it turned into countless bright stars and slowly rose into the sky.
Yingying starlight, turned into a flying feather.
In this hell full of blood and cruelty, it is like the legendary circle of Eden.
On the surrounding hell-like ground, cumbersome and delicate formations slowly appeared.
Countless kinds of musical instruments were intertwined, and they played together. A huge shadow appeared in the distant sky. One after another, angel figures were flying, slowly falling from the vast clouds, scattering sacred feathers like snowflakes.
But... the problem is coming.
Wilbur brutally killed tens of thousands of people, and even imprisoned the Seraph, what qualifications does it have to enter heaven?
The smile on Constantine's face became brighter and brighter. He had wanted to enter heaven justifiably all his life, but unfortunately he had no chance until the end, so he knew better than anyone that the paranoiacs in heaven would not allow such a sinner to enter. of.
Those who have sins approaching heaven will only attract the purification of holy flames!
And this is his plan!
"You, guilty!"
The grand sound of the sky fell, and Wilbur was judged for his sins!
In the formation that symbolizes the light of receiving, there is such a filthy and evil thing, which is absolutely unacceptable to heaven. Therefore, the phantom of the holy seraph, who is in charge of the flames, waved the burning flames across the gate of heaven. Sword, descending noble and holy pure white flame.
Purify all evil in the world and wash away the original sin of all living beings.
"Ahhh-"
Wilbur only had time to let out a scream before being swallowed by the flames.
Endless pure white holy flames ignited like a corona smeared by the rising sun.
The holy flame does not harm the righteous, but it burns away all evil it touches.
The pure white flames containing the noble and sacred atmosphere stretched to all directions of the factory one after another, and the thick blood plasma was evaporated inch by inch. Freed from that endless pain.
The holy flames gradually dissipated. The rest of the Mars rustled down.
Looking at Wilbur Whateley now, he had been purified in the holy flame, leaving not even a single residue.
But at this moment, Konstantin's face did not show the slightest joy of victory. Instead, he put on a serious expression, and turned his eyes to the vast darkness outside, and there was a faint sense of solemnity and worry in his eyes.
All this is not over yet!
Wilbur Whatley, who died here, was just a clone of that man.
What awaits them next will be a more terrifying enemy!
"Cough cough...it's already...running out of time..."
Constantine's face was pale, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of blood. His pupils were even covered with bloodshots. Like a dying person, he kept coughing up blood mixed with pieces of internal organs from his mouth, and walked towards the culture tank step by step.
With the body of a mortal, summoning the gate of heaven, the price is not too heavy.
Although heaven acknowledged Constantine's righteous actions, the amount of magic power required was too huge. In order to completely kill Wilbur, Constantine used forbidden items to absorb magic power from the dark dimension.
The price the devil asked for was pain!
It's not a temporary pain of flesh and blood,
But a full decade of torture and pain.
Although it didn't endanger his life, it was equivalent to letting his back half be in this torture all the time to repay the gift of the devil.
Constantine endured the severe pain of his internal organs being shattered, and held up the Holy Hunter with his slightly trembling palms, his vision was blurred, and he could only barely aim: "This is me... .The last bullet...if...can't save you...I really...can't help..."
The trembling knuckles pulled the trigger hard.
Just this simple action seemed to have exhausted all of Constantine's strength. He couldn't even see the result, so he just fainted on the ground.
boom! ! !
Among the holy hunters, a splendid flame bloomed.
The rich smell of gunpowder was mixed with divine light, and along with the roar of the gun chamber, the golden bullet drew an extremely beautiful golden arc in the dark environment.
Fortunately, this time, no one can stop it.
The sacred bullet hit the cultivation tank, which contained the power blessed by Gabriel. In an instant, it destroyed the blood incantation outside the cultivation tank and penetrated the thick glass of the cultivation tank.
Snapped--
The thick glass shattered and burst, and the bright red liquid inside splashed out.
The beautiful woman lost her support and fell directly from the air to the ground. Six pure wings wrapped her delicate body, but her slender legs couldn't be covered, and her thick eyelashes trembled slowly. Pulled open, revealing the pair of flawless emerald eyes.
"Cough...cough..."
The woman coughed up a bunch of bright red thick liquid from her mouth, and her expression was mixed with a sullen breath.
Poppoppoppop......
At this moment, a burst of applause came from the darkness.
The unique crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground was approaching here little by little, and a figure came out of the darkness clapping his hands.
"Not bad, very good." The man's voice was low and cold, as if the cold wind swept his bones: "I didn't expect that you were really rescued. It seems that I still underestimate Constantine."
In the dark factory, dim yellow lights suddenly lit up.
The light hit the figure, gradually revealing a familiar face, it was Wilbur Whatley who died not long ago.
"Pity......"
Wilbur sneered, calmly tidied up his collar, and a sinister smile formed on the corner of his lips, and said, "It took a lot of hard work to save you, but what if I let you escape?"
There was anger in the woman's eyes, and she wanted to get up from the ground.
But after several attempts, she failed, and she couldn't even lift the Seraph Wings, let alone use her divine power.
Being imprisoned in that prison for too long, the wailing of the painful soul and the corrosion of the blood curse penetrated deep into her bones, so that she has no power at all now, even raising her Seraph Wings, or even from the filth. Stand up on the ground, such a simple action can not be completed.
Seraph?
Now she is weaker than an ordinary person!
"Look I said it, it's destined to be useless."
Wilbur stepped towards the woman, slowly opened his arms and said with a smile: "No one can stop my ascension plan, you should just accept your fate, give up your resistance and join us... Michael! "
Michael is the name of this imprisoned Seraph!
The seraph most similar to God is the head of the seven seraphs, in charge of the three functions of guardianship, justice and judgment. , also defeated the fallen angel Lucifer.
There are countless legends about him in the Bible.
It is described in all records as the most powerful seraph, and the most dazzling holy.
Courage, glory, and protection are the hymns of which the world praises Him.
Just this moment...
No amount of dazzling titles can protect Michael.
She lost her strength, like a weak lamb, about to fall into the wolf's mouth.
"Michael, the most dazzling angel, I will eat you directly!"
The devil-like man came, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, showing her a greedy evil look: "Although this is a bit wasteful, but I don't plan to wait any longer, just become one with me."