Chapter 116 St. Angel Dawson
“I remember you.”
The moment this hell was shattered, Satan appeared silently in Bulkai Suo's eyes.
As this small piece of hell is shattered, his figure and his origin are like porcelain full of cracks, and his body is gradually scattered in this place.
"Then it's best to bring all your friends, you are too far behind."
Satan is dying. After he is reborn from hell, he will have to go on a long journey to collect his own fragments of hell.
After Satan is reborn with the help of hell, he will no longer be a hell monarch.
After losing the power of this dimension, he can only slowly gain power like a new demon.
Although he still has the authority of Hell, he is no longer qualified to be called the Lord of Hell like Mephisto and the others.
In hell, weakness is a mistake.
"You can't always protect those guys."
Satan looked calm, as if he didn't take his death to heart this time. For Satan, who has existed for countless years, a temporary failure is nothing.
This is just the beginning of his long career.
Losing this dimension just brought him back to the same situation at the beginning. He believed that he could do better than the last time.
“The barbarians never shrink from fighting.”
Bulcaisel pulled up the Hammer of Judgment from the ground with both hands, and then looked at Satan.
This guy finally behaved like a devil from hell, instead of the kind of idiot who only stayed behind the scenes.
Strength breeds self-confidence, but the self-confidence that is created is like an inflated balloon that bursts as soon as it is popped.
Only faith that still fills the body after losing strength is the foundation of a strong person.
The truly strong will fail, but they will not be knocked down!
To Satan, Bulcasso's eyes seemed to be looking for a place to strike the final blow.
A slightly crazy smile bloomed on the face of this hell monarch, as always, he seemed to be aloof.
"Purer than angels, more powerful than demons in destroying everything. I'm curious about what your soul will look like."
Satan laughed more and more crazily.
The barbarians have been growing in the flames of war since their birth. To this day, no one knows how many barbarians have died in the battle.
No one on the sacred mountain of Harrogath will stop for the sacrifice of the warriors, but will continue to march on the battlefield filled with smoke and brimstone.
Even though they will be sad, they will be in pain, they will be disappointed. But no savage ever regretted his choice.
Whether it is becoming a blacksmith, a doctor, or even becoming a coward and escaping from the battle, or dying in the army of demons the next moment.
No one has ever regretted their choice.
Barbarians never regret, nor shrink from fate!
They exist the way they want, keep moving forward according to the goals in their hearts, and keep going!
For the sake of survival, justice and justice, the Nephalem have continued human existence from the beginning to the present.
The prophets foresaw the destruction of Mount Arreat, but no one ever left that place.
Mardoc could see the outcome before the battle, but he still chose to die in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain of Harrogath.
Bulkessor will provide shelter to his own people, provided that they themselves need shelter.
Satan's threats seemed to Bulcaisel nothing more than useless nonsense.
"So, strong man, what is your name?"
Satan put away his madness and used his last strength to return to his original appearance.
The pure white suit is neat and neat, and the slightly fat body stands upright.
My eyes were blurry, showing no sincerity or cunning.
The slightly raised corners of his mouth made him look like a true gentleman.
Lucifer, the real name of Satan.
At this time, he looked more like an angel than Gabriel and Manny before.
Lucifer waved his hand and swept away the ashes formed by the fragments on his body, and glanced at the wound on his waist.
"Bulkessor, remember this name! Devil!"
Bulcaisel raised the hammer of judgment in his hand, aimed it at Lucifer's head and struck it down.
"The next time I see you, I won't be so miserable." Lucifer's voice disappeared along with the disintegration of dimensions and the destruction of his body.
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"Okay, angels. Now you should go back to the hot springs and take a good bath. After washing up, wait for your Lord's inspiration. ”
Constantine turned into a panda with eyes again. The black and blue eyes that Rumlow gave him the day before disappeared after the recovery of the blood bottle.
But the blow he received after drinking the blood bottle still turned into a dark circle on his face.
Constantine strode up to Manny, stretched out a hand and "gently" poked the wound on Manny's waist.
"You know, angel! This feeling is called pain."
Constantine looked at Manny in front of him with a smile. He had long wanted to find a way to pay attention to this. His angel was sent back to heaven.
"Angel, is our faith so unbearable in your eyes? In your eyes, our piety is just the price of sacrifice?"
Angel, who had been carrying him in the corner, walked up to the figure Gabriel, who was still a little unsteady, glanced at the broken wings in front of him.
"Your faith has always been needed in heaven, but not every human being is worthy of redemption. I still think so."
Gabriel looked very embarrassed. Gabriel, whose power was taken away by Manny, is now no different from the girl in front of him.
“God is God, God is love, this should not be limited and classified!”
Angel tried her best to speak in a calm tone, but the trembling in her body also showed her uneasiness.
“When you use your faith as a bargaining chip to seek help, you are no longer the devout lamb of the Lord.”
Gabriel closed his eyes and spoke softly.
Matthew faced Gabriel and seemed to have something to say, but in the end he lowered his head and wiped the hand ax on his waist.
Luke was not interested in this kind of philosophical debate. He just lowered his head and looked at the complete waist at that moment, as if he wanted to know the difference between the angel's waist and the human waist.
Rumlow took out his camera, took pictures of the marks on the ground, then adjusted the parameters of the camera, deliberately taking a few pictures where nothing could be seen clearly.
After all, angels and demons are all supernatural things, so it’s normal for them not to have any impact when filming.
He left some evidence so that he could return to Nick Fury.
Then you can take these things and go to Pierce to let him know about the mysterious realm.
These are not things that mutants and modified people can explain, these are theology.
"From the moment faith becomes an exchange, it has already affected heaven. Just like the angel over there."
Gabriel pointed at Manny.
"I know this, power breeds ambition?"
Luke finally heard what he could add, raised his head and said.
“Exactly.”
Gabriel raised his head and spoke softly.
"God is God, God is love!"
Angel said firmly, and a pure halo appeared on her body.
This halo did not pass through heaven, but fell directly into this world.
Gabriel opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Angel with disbelief.
"You can be called Saint Angel Dawson from now on."
Gu Yi held Manny's wings in his hand, cut off the longest feather and handed it to Angel.
Heaven has long been in a state of chaos after humans exchanged faith for shelter.
That God left heaven a long time ago, and there is no more news. Everything after that will be handled by heaven itself.
This is the first human being recognized by God that Gabriel has seen with his own eyes in the hundreds of years since he came to the world.
"That's it, the farce should be over."
Gu Yi put away the butcher knife in his hand, and then crushed Manny into ashes with a wave of his hand.
"Ah, dear Supreme Mage, can I be your apprentice?"
Constantine wandered up to Ancient One, grinning.
(End of this chapter)