final doomsday

"George, how are you preparing for the hymn?" An old man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown on his head sat on a soft and comfortable chair. The scepter in his hand, which symbolized the power given by God, was filled with white light, illuminating his figure.

and the face shrouded in it.

A standard yellow-skinned Asian man was half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed humbly.

"His Majesty the Pope, the hymn is ready, and the believers are ready to welcome the angel's arrival."

The other party's respect made the old pope very useful, and a trace of pride flashed across his face under the white light. Oriental theists? People who grew up with a materialist education? In the end, they still have to bow at the feet of God...

"Do it, George. God has been watching you, and I hope you will not let down God's expectations." The old man's voice was full of kindness, and just these words could make people burst into tears. This kind of appeal is no longer ordinary human beings.

The level that can be achieved can only be achieved by a saint if it is not the use of magic that confuses people's hearts.

Is he a saint?

Cao Jin smiled and said nothing.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!" The Chinese man named "George" couldn't help but shed tears of joy, and his expression became more and more respectful. For a devout believer, being watched by the god he believes in is the highest honor.

The man picked up the red spear at his feet, stood up and walked out of the room step by step.

"George." The old pope suddenly called out to the other party...

"Listen to your teachings, His Majesty the Pope." George immediately stood up and bowed.

"You also participate in this battle. It is time for the world to convert to the embrace of God. God's mercy should be felt by many people, and you, George, are the Lord's favorite warrior. Go and spread the glory of the Lord.

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Hearing this, the man showed an expression of ecstasy and said enthusiastically: "Your Majesty the Pope, it is my honor to fight alongside the Lord's messenger! Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"George, this is not my expectation, but the Lord's wish."

"I understand, Your Majesty the Pope."

"That's good. Go ahead and do it. The Lord will be with you."

"The Lord is with me!"

The Asian man exited the room and walked towards the distant hall. The spacious hall was filled with people wearing armor like him, both men and women, all with enthusiastic faces. Perhaps full body armor was a rare treasure in ancient times, but in this

The era was extremely ordinary.

"Everyone," the man looked around, with a soft and crazy look in his eyes, "the final holy war has begun, and it is time to sacrifice our lives for the Lord! In order to create the Lord's kingdom on earth, in order to convert everyone to the Lord

In the arms of the Lord, let us fight! Clear out all infidels. For the glory of the Lord!”

"For the glory of the Lord!"

The man waved his hand and said loudly: "Follow His Majesty the Pope's order and play the hymn!"

The dazzling white light enveloped the entire temporary church, and shadows with snow-white wings emerged from the void, rushing into the believers. The white light gradually radiated outward, and more and more believers were

These shadows are attached to me.

At this moment, countless Catholic believers are gathering in various churches to pray. The power of their faith comes together under the influence of hymns, breaking the barrier between heaven and earth in one fell swoop.

"We finally came down." The leading woman stretched her wings behind her. Several feathers slowly fell down, "Believers, where are the enemies of the Lord?"

The Asian man who was half kneeling on the ground lowered his head respectfully and said softly: "Please follow me, Messenger of the Lord."

"We must fight the enemy as much as possible. The body of the believers will support our descent for a long time. The Lord's mercy is not there, and we cannot ignore the lives of the believers." The leader of the female winged tribe said softly.

"Dear angel, please don't worry. Our lives exist for the glory of the Lord. It is our glory to dedicate everything to the Lord. Before fighting the infidels, please meet with the Pope and convey God's will.

"The Asian man said nonchalantly while guiding the "angel" in front of him to the room where the Pope was.

The female Winged Tribe frowned slightly, and then quickly relaxed her eyebrows. It was as if all the anger just now was just a cloud.

"Believers, we are fighting angels. The only purpose of coming is to bring God's fire to the pagans. The most important thing now is to find those pagans, not chat with the Pope."

The Asian man was stunned for a moment, looked hesitantly at the pope not far away, and finally turned around resolutely: "In that case, I follow your order." The pope is only the Lord's spokesperson in the world, while angels are the Lord's representatives in heaven.

Messenger, how could the status of the two be the same? Between the Pope's order and the angel's will, he decisively chose the latter.

The female winged tribe secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was not the first time she had arrived. To be honest, the meeting with the Pope that annoyed her the most was the meeting with the Pope. Only they knew what those guys were thinking. It is said that there were angels in the past.

The reason why he failed to come back after his advent was because the pope in the human world was causing trouble.

To be honest, she really wanted to kill the opponent with one sword, but unfortunately the Lord would never allow it. Every pope is a master at playing with people's hearts, and the Lord needs this kind of talent. The cruelty of battles in heaven is not inferior to that in the human world.

The lives of angels cannot be compared with talents. Sometimes she wants to go to hell. She heard that the treatment of fallen angels there is much better than in heaven.

Of course, there is no need for her to say this to the believers in the world. She is just a mortal, so she can just be their mortal with peace of mind.

"Believer, who are the enemies of the Lord? Are they still the mages of the Council?" The voice of the female winged clan was soft and filled with warmth. This was of course also a charming effect.

"The bastards in the parliament are just one of them. We have many enemies." The Asian man carefully considered his words and said cautiously.

"A heroic spirit?" She still had that gentle look on her face, but she was laughing in her heart. They were both human beings, but they still called each other a bastard. The mortal world was really interesting.

"Exactly. The power of the heroic spirits is far beyond what we can match. One of the heroic spirits is also a saint of the church. Humph, she actually wielded a knife against the Lord's believers. She is not worthy of being called a saint at all."

"oh?"

"That heroic spirit is Jeanne d'Arc, a woman who was burned to death on the stake. If she hadn't lost her magic power supply and died, I would definitely burn her to death again!"

"From the moment she attacked the believers of the Lord, she has been our enemy. Your idea is correct, believer. Well, how about talking about other heroic spirits?" The female winged clan changed the subject without leaving any trace.

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"...Please forgive us for our dereliction of duty. The knight sent out failed to return the enemy's information. May her soul rest in peace in the kingdom of the Lord." The Asian man opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head in shame.

"Yes. Believer." Rest? What a good word.

The two fell into silence until they walked out of the temporary church. People wearing white robes got on the truck in an orderly manner. Most of them were the winged tribesmen who had arrived, and the rest were the armed forces of the church.

Those with wings can fly there, but they can't.

"Please." The Asian man opened the car door and extended his hand to guide us. "It's a long journey, so we have to use outside help."

"It doesn't matter, this is also a strange experience." The female winged tribe retracted its wings into her body and bent down slightly awkwardly to get into the car. When she came last, there was only a carriage in the world, that bumpy thing...

She will never sit there again.

This thing can't be that shaky, right?

The Asian man gently closed the car door, got into the cab, and skillfully lit the ignition and started it. He had also passed the driver's license test, so driving was not a problem.

"Dear angel, please forgive me for transgressing. I wonder if you can tell me your name?"

The female Winged Clan smiled slightly, the happiest time had finally come.

"My name is given by the Lord. You can call me... Michael."

The Asian man was so startled that he almost drove his car into a ditch. Who is Michael? That is the most famous and dazzling one among the angels! He annihilated the 150,000 Assyrian army that invaded Jerusalem in one night and stopped Abraham.

She sacrificed her only son, summoned Moses in the burning bush to lead the Hebrews out of Egypt, and captured and imprisoned the thousand-year-old snake Satan. These are all her deeds. Her power is second only to the Lord who created the world.

It is "the one closest to God".

Even such a famous angel has descended, so it will definitely not be a problem to eliminate those pagans!

"The so-called name is just a symbol, you don't need to care about it."

"Yes, yes, Lord Michael." The Asian man took a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart and said seriously.

"Believer, can you introduce to me the details of the pagans?" Michael accepted the offer as she was afraid that he would be so excited that he would die of myocardial infarction.

"The enemy is divided into three parties, and we are going to one of them now. We cannot observe the details of the other party, and the shielding ability there is quite strong. Whether it is magic or technology, none of it will work. If we know that you are personally

Come, we will not unite with those two pagan parties at all."

To put it simply, I don’t know. Really, it’s just for ordinary people to use.

"It's not your fault, believers. When the power of mortals will eventually be exhausted, the only one who can achieve omniscience and omnipotence is our Lord. Don't worry, those coming with me this time are the three thousand most elite angels under my command.

The Holy Grail is definitely ours. Where the glory of the Lord is, all evil will eventually be destroyed in the presence of the Lord’s warriors.”

"For the glory of the Lord!" The Asian man was so excited that he almost pulled off the steering wheel.

"Here he is... eh? Why did he come by car? Such a big convoy, it's a shame they were able to gather it together." Liu Li murmured to herself. Her Jing Ring magic can not only predict Jing, but also see.

Live broadcast from a distance. Of course, this is not actually a special ability, and quite a few magical girls can do it.

"Player, are there many enemies?" Saber Nero asked curiously.

"There are quite a few, more than 400 large trucks. Did they hijack the Self-Defense Forces in District 11?" If that kind of truck can hold forty or fifty people, it can only be used in one car.

Calculating if there are ten people sitting there, it’s about 4,000.

"Tsk, it's really well covered." Liu Li looked left and right, standing, sitting, jumping up, lying down... Unfortunately, she couldn't see what was going on in the car, so she could only mutter to herself sadly.

Sophia stared into the distance in ecstasy, blood surging around her body.

"It's the people from the church, it's definitely them!"

"How do you know?" Liu Li was a little unconvinced.

"I recognize them all when they turn into ashes!" To be continued.)

ps: (Lonely birthday, alas.