Chapter 1108 The 7 Seals and the Golden Ark of the Covenant
Fenrir was confused by Hawke's behavior of recognizing his ancestor.
Kuaiyin, who was in the next room, was even more shocked and dumbfounded after hearing this uncle's shameless behavior.
He couldn't wait to stick to the wall and use his superhuman hearing to continue to explore the follow-up content.
"Ancestor, for the sake of our close blood relationship, please help your descendants!" Hawke started a movie-star performance, wiping his nose and tears and crying: "We are all one family, old man If you don’t help me, ancestor, who else can help me?!”
Ancestor? family? Descendants?
Next door, Kuaiyin was silent, trying hard to control his facial muscles to avoid laughing.
"Wait a minute... let me sort it out!"
Fenrir felt a little confused and said with a confused look: "What is your name? Wolf ancestor? Am I familiar with you? We are not of the same breed. What kind of blood relationship are you talking about with me? Are you kidding me? Woolen cloth!"
"That's right, ancestor!"
Hawke said anxiously: "You are the giant wolf that destroys the gods in mythology. I am a werewolf, so aren't we just a family? Although my bloodline is a bit distant, we cannot deny that we are all descendants of your bloodline!"
"Well......"
Fenrir fell into an eerie silence and began to doubt himself a little: "It seems...that's it?"
If we really start from the generation of mythology, the origin of werewolves is more or less related to it. After all, no matter what, everyone has inherited the appearance and bloodline of 'wolf'.
"My ancestors, the bloodline heir Hawke kowtows to you!"
Hawk was a standard climber. Seeing that Fenrir was hesitant, he immediately kowtowed vigorously. He was so generous that he made a hole in the floor and his face was covered with blood. He couldn't be called unfilial. .
"Well......"
Fenrir hesitated for a moment, it was indeed a little moved.
But after another thought, it still shook its head and said: "It's not impossible to teach you, but I will only teach you how to become stronger after the master comes back and gets the master's consent. As for now... "
"It's okay, ancestor!
Hawke looked firm: "Even if you don't recognize me, I am still your blood descendant, and I will do my best to serve you!" "
Serve me?
Fenrir licked his lips and became even more excited. He hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's do this first."
Can you still do this?
At this moment, Kuaiyin felt that his world view was about to be shattered, and at the same time, he had a new understanding of Uncle Hawke, who had always been by his father's side, trusted him and was known as his right-hand man.
It turns out... shamelessness is the real way to go!
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Lord and Michael encountered a little thorny problem.
It's not that the Avengers are looking for trouble again, but that they were having so much fun that they forgot about important matters and returned to the ruined church to look for the cross sculpture.
The process was not difficult. As soon as Lord's spiritual pressure detection field was opened, he quickly found the remains of the cross.
From the remains of the cross, Michael successfully found what the unknown angel left behind. It was a yellowed and worn-out parchment scroll, tied tightly with hemp rope.
On the parchment scroll tied with hemp rope, there are seven blank circular seal imprints from left to right.
Obviously, there were seven seals on the previous parchment scroll.
But for some unknown reason, all seven seals disappeared when they appeared in their hands, leaving only an ancient sheepskin scroll.
The problem that made Michael feel thorny was precisely because of the seven missing seals and this ancient sheepskin scroll.
Ever since she got this ancient sheepskin scroll, her face had become extremely solemn. In the past, Lord rarely saw Michael showing such an expression. Even when facing Lucifer, she had never been so nervous. .
"I didn't expect it to be hidden here."
Michael took a deep breath and clenched the ancient parchment tightly, with an indescribable solemnity in his eyes: "We will be in big trouble soon, maybe... the final battle will be You have to be prepared in advance.”
"It also involves the final battle..."
Lord frowned and asked, "What exactly is this ancient sheepskin scroll?"
"Have you read the Book of Revelation?" Michael did not answer directly, but asked an unrelated question.
"No, what am I looking for?"
Lord shook his head. He had never been interested in the Bible and only knew a few things about it.
"guessed......"
Michael sighed, handed over the ancient sheepskin scroll, and said: "Let me briefly describe it. The end of the world recorded in the Book of Revelation originally started with the seven seals. When the Lamb opened the first seal, the Plague Knight Then it will come. At the second seal, the knight of war will come. At the third seal, the knight of famine will come. At the fourth seal, the knight of death will come."
"When all seven seals are unlocked, the world will come to an end."
"The real God will come back to the world and begin to cleanse all enemies who do not respect the Lord. Gabriel will sound the doomsday trumpet. Under the leadership of God, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will exterminate one-third of the world's population and create a new world. world."
"Don't tell me, this was all predicted by God?" Lord asked.
"Of course not. It was just a mortal who accidentally encountered the writing left by God on Patmos Island and misinterpreted it, so the world mistakenly thought it was like this." Michael shook his head.
"Apocalypse, does it have anything to do with it?" Lord stared at the ancient sheepskin scroll, feeling a familiar feeling coming over him.
Obviously, this thing is inextricably linked to the dead God.
Michael sighed and said in a heavy tone: "Although most of the contents recorded in the Book of Revelation are stories made up by mortals to enforce their rule, some of them are real."
Lord was not a stupid person, and he quickly guessed the reason. He focused his eyes on the ancient sheepskin scroll, the seven blank seals, and said in a deep voice: "Don't tell me, this ancient sheepskin scroll is... .Seven seals?”
"Or... you could call it 'Apocalypse'."
Michael sighed deeply and said with complicated eyes: "There were originally seven blood seals in the Book of Revelation, which were seals cast by God with His blood. It is said that inside are...the three pillars of God. The broken body of one.”
Although she didn't specify who it was, Lord immediately realized it.
The three sealed gods...are Nyarlathotep!
"so now......"
Lord stared at the ancient sheepskin scroll and took a breath: "This guy has completely broken the seal and escaped God's seal, right?"
"If nothing else... it should be."
Michael looked at him deeply, his expression inexplicably sad: "The person responsible for guarding the seven seals is the saint who is called the incarnation of God and walks in the world...Jesus, the seven seals of the ancient parchment scrolls If all the blood seals are gone, it means that He...is dead."
Jesus... actually died too!
Lord was silent, feeling that an unprecedented crisis was forcing him to move towards the predicted fate.
“Although Jesus is dead, His will is definitely still there.”
Michael cast his gaze into the distance and murmured: "Even if the saint dies, his body will be immortal, so we must find his body and piece it together to revive his will."
"Found it, what next?" Lord frowned, a little confused.
"Ask for the whereabouts of the 'Golden Ark'."
Michael said solemnly: "Even if all seven seals are opened, we still have the last chance to save it. As long as we can find the golden ark, we can stop that guy's ambition to resurrect!"
"Do you know where his body is?" Lord asked again.
"I only know...the approximate location."
Michael frowned slightly and said confusedly: "It seems that in order to cover up his position, he used some special means to specifically target us people to prevent being found by that guy, but I can be sure... Right here on the North American continent.”
Lord was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "How about... let's hold a horse racing competition?"
It's not that he plagiarized on purpose, the point is... the sense of déjà vu is so damn strong!
The remains of saints are scattered all over North America. If we don't hold a competition, it seems that we can't afford this setting!