End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Squeak! !

The bullet shattered the door bolt of the castle gate, and Russell lifted his foot to kick it open, and walked into it with M4A1 on his shoulder.

He didn't meet a single ghost at Cairo Continental Hotel yesterday, which made him very sad and felt that he was being targeted.

"The goddamned goblet organization actually bullies the few by virtue of the large number of people, playing crowd tactics and dispersing all the members, so I can't find the key targets."

Russell uttered angrily, the tactics were too shameless, there was nothing he could do.

At the same time, Russell decided to wash his hands after finishing the job tonight, and return to New York tomorrow to continue to be his evil nemesis.

Although what he is doing now is also the work of crime busters, but the global fight against crime is too ostentatious. During the suspension period, he just wants to keep a low profile and don't want to attract too many people's attention.

The decoration of the castle did not destroy the historical precipitation of the Middle Ages, simply set up some lights, and used extremely retro tools for the rest of the lighting - torches!

If it wasn't for the owner here deliberately pretending to be coercive, it can only show that the other party has a hole in his brain and a hole in his IQ.

Electromagnetic waves swept across the audience, and Russell quickly walked towards the densely populated area. The hunting target was closely protected by bodyguards, and the number of people was less than one hundred. Compared with the previous battles, this manager had no airs at all.

"He is a smart man, knowing that the number cannot change the result, so he simply leads to death."

Walking through the spiral upward stone steps, Russell entered the open-air top floor of the castle. On a small open space, bonfires were piled up in groups, and the orange-red flames illuminated the flat ground.

He swept across the bodyguards waiting in full force, and saw the target Gianna Dantonio, a half-year-old Italian, only looking at his elegant and luxurious attire and temperament, who would have thought that this was a bloody criminal And the patriarch of the family!

Jaina shuddered at Russell's sight, swallowed and looked at the Bishop of St. Louis beside her. She lowered her head and said, "The Bishop of St. Louis, he is Russell from New York. The devil who slaughtered ten thousand lives within seven days."

"My good sister, are you really crazy or fake crazy, I don't want to accompany you to die!"

With a ferocious face, McKead whispered to Jaina, looking at his eyes, wishing to strangle his sister to death on the spot.

He dared to show up with him because he believed in his sister's clever mind, and thought of ways to deal with Russell, such as feeding demons with his body, finding him a strong brother-in-law or something.

Although Jaina's beauty and youth are no longer, but...

What if the murderer is the devil!

Especially the aristocratic temperament on her body, the allure is far beyond what young and beautiful girls can match, many young people are fascinated by it, and are willing to work for her.

But in the end, facing the murderous demon king sweeping the underground world, his extremely shrewd sister actually pinned her hopes on an old man with a white beard.

It was ridiculous, McDermott always thought that the old man was just going through the motions and acting as a mascot.

"Shut up, McDermott, and stop your rudeness."

Jaina snorted coldly with a frosty face, and then said respectfully to the Bishop of St. Louis on the seat: "Bishop of St. Louis, the friendship between our family and the Holy See will last forever, please be sure to lend a helping hand."

"..."

Mike De despaired, removed the possibility, knowing that he was going to die today.

"No need to say much, there has never been a friendship between the Holy See and your family, I am here today,

It is to repay the favor owed to your father, other than that..."

The bishop of St. Louis with a beard opened his eyes and looked Russell up and down. He was standing out of shape with a gun in his hand. He wore sunglasses and a cigarette in his mouth at night.

The bishop of St. Louis is well-informed, and he naturally does not look at people on the surface. He knows that the skin is not important, and the inner soul is the key.

As for the soul in Russell's body, the bishop of St. Louis couldn't get a glimpse of the soul after several attempts. He only knew that there was endless darkness blocking his sight.

"The power of evil!"

The Bishop of St. Louis spoke seriously, feeling that the severity was not enough, and added: "It's terrible, huge and evil!"

Hearing this, Russell stood up straight and raised his trouser belt, feeling very embarrassed. The old man has good eyesight, but it is enough to know such things, and it is not suitable to say them in public.

low profile.

"Old man over there, are you here to support the scene?"

Russell made a friendly reminder: "If you want to clean up the evil, you might as well consider the two bastards around you first. My level is too high, and you are not qualified to challenge me yet."

"Devil, put away your arrogant face, in front of you is Rome..."

"Stop!"

Russell raised his hand to stop, and sighed: "If you want to say that this old man has a high status, then don't say it, because my status is higher, and he is not entitled to be known by my name, that's it."

Jaina's eyes widened angrily when she heard the words, and when she was about to say something, she was stopped by the Bishop of St. Louis raising his hand.

"He's right. In terms of identity and status, I'm not qualified to say my name. Besides, it's not a wise move to say my name in front of the devil."

The bishop of St. Louis took a deep look at the two of Jaina: "I don't understand what you did to provoke such a powerful devil to come to the world in person."

"The Bishop of St. Louis, he..."

When Jaina heard the words, she looked at Russell with fear, and tremblingly said: "Archbishop, are you also afraid of the power of the devil?"

"Shut up, stand aside honestly, don't interrupt."

The Bishop of St. Louis scolded, and Mike De, who was next to him, pulled his sister away. He thought the old man's acting skills were very good, and wanted to see how he would develop next.

Will he pull a grail or some other holy vessel from the back of his ass, perform a show of exorcising the devil, and then get shot in the head by Russell.

The Bishop of St. Louis looked directly at Russell and said, "Devil, you have the power to destroy the world. I am not your opponent, but..."

"No, but I've used this strategy before. First, commercially blow up a wave of opponents, and then subdue them, so as to set off my own strength."

Russell waved his hand: "But not today, unless you can invite another angel, preferably with six wings, otherwise don't blow it up, it will explode!"

The Bishop of St. Louis was taken aback for a moment. He really had this idea, and asked an angel to come down to drive the devil back to hell.

"as you wish!"

He lifted up the cross necklace on his chest, then opened the Bible he carried with him, and solemnly prayed: "Our Father in heaven, may the world hallowed be your name... may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as in heaven."

It was a long prayer, enough for Russell to have a meal, take a bath, and then return to New York to have a heart-to-heart talk with the bankrupt sisters.

But he didn't interrupt, and waited for the angel to come to the world with full anticipation. As long as the angel dared to show up, he dared to draw a relationship and rushed in to meet God.

Finally, when this day came, he thought about it and was a little excited.

After praying, the Bishop of St. Louis closed the Bible, held up the cross above his head, and the light burst into bloom. A ray of holy light shot straight into the sky, turning from dark to bright, illuminating most of the night sky.

At the same time, the bell of the Roman Cathedral rang, and the melodious sound conveyed solemnity.

In the open space, one hundred and ten members of the Dantonio family bowed and knelt down, reciting devout prayers.

It's strange that they have faith, but it doesn't prevent them from being outside of morality and law.

Mike De opened his mouth wide and looked at the white door slowly opened high above. He confirmed that it was not magic or special lighting effects.

That's bad, and means he'll go to hell when he dies!

McDermott: Is it too late to change your mind and be a good person?

In the entire open-air square, only the Bishop of St. Louis holding the cross, and Russell with shining eyes stood.

The gate of heaven is opened, and the faint light can be seen gathering and gathering, turning into a vague silhouette, which may be a person, with three pairs of wings fluttering behind it.

"Hahaha, finally let me wait."

Russell's face showed joy, and he spread a pair of holy wings behind his back, and took out the starlight sapphire cross: "Look here, it's my own, I've been looking for an organization for a long time..."

The voice stopped abruptly, only because a big stick was knocked down with lightning speed behind the vague angel.

After the muffled sound, the angel's fluttering wings drooped and was dragged back to the gate of the kingdom of heaven. Almost at the same time, the passage of heaven was tightly sealed, and the holy brilliance disappeared without a trace.

(°?°〃)

Russell: OK, so fast!

Not to mention the extremely speechless Russell, the other people in the square all withdrew their horrified gazes from a high altitude, focused on Russell, and collectively fell into doubts about their lives.

Jaina: It's over, the family is over, and the High Table is over!

McDermott: If a murderer can be an angel, doesn't that mean I can go to heaven too?

St. Louis Bishop: God, did an angel get sap just now?

Walk-in: I'm going to die!

"What are you doing running so fast, I have no idea..."

Russell put away the wings of the Holy Light, and stuffed the cross back behind his buttocks. He felt extremely regretful. He knew that he would not climb up with his relatives, so he rushed in directly.

Also, whoever hit the sap, looks so skillful.

"God, angel..."

The Bishop of St. Louis tremblingly held the cross in his hand, looked at Russell with shocking eyes, and was so excited that his beard trembled.

"It's not an angel, it's a devil." Russell replied angrily.

"No, you are an angel. I was the one who offended you and mistakenly regarded you as a noble..."

"No, you are right, I am indeed a devil."

Russell spread three pairs of black wings behind him, and waved countless twisted black arms from the ground, one of which grabbed the white beard of the Bishop of St. Louis: "Open the gate of heaven again, if God still refuses to see me, I will Destroy the world."

"..."

The bishop of St. Louis didn't speak. He was too old to bear the impact of his faith, so he closed his eyes and passed out.

"What, just this psychological quality, and said that he is a priest who serves the Lord."

Russell spit on the ground, and the thick darkness and thunder mixed together, causing a corner of the castle to corrode and then collapse.

He put away the black six wings on his back, pulled the bolt of the M4A1, and walked in front of Jaina: "Gianna Dantonio, a high-level member of the Goblet organization, did I find the wrong person?"

"Sorry, we don't know your identity."

Jaina's face was as white as paper, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "Please give me a chance, I swear, there will never be another..."

Boom!

"Apologizing is useful, why do you need the police!"

Russell raised the gun for a while, and after changing the magazine several times, there was no more criminal family alive in the open square.

He thought about it, mentioned the unconscious Bishop of St. Louis, took out the sapphire cross and put it around his neck, and decided to try his luck in the cathedral.

There must be someone who can summon angels to descend and open the gates of heaven.