My vests are all big guys

To be honest, he did treat the Archangel card differently from other cards.

It was the first card, and although the second identity suddenly popped up, it was still different. He couldn't tell where it was different, but he had an inexplicable feeling that they were more than just character settings.

It was as if the memories that emerged in his mind were real, and the pain and nostalgia in his heart were also real.

The shadow at the end of the corridor slowly became real.

The white-haired young man dressed in a retro priest outfit seemed like a god, with black boots stepping on the bright red carpet.

The pure white pupils looked at them motionlessly.

To be precise, they only looked at one person.

Everyone was as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Do you have any wishes?"

Wang Chengyang asked him tentatively because he didn't detect any malice towards them from this "person", and because he had just seen the filters of those pictures.

The white-haired young man still stared at one direction motionlessly, his pair of pure white snow pupils were lifeless, and the clarity seemed to reflect the dusk snow on the mountains.

Wang Chengyang repeated it several times, but gave up when he saw that he still didn't respond.

Yan Yao just felt that his eyes seemed to be looking at Bai Xuan, and then he saw Bai Xuan beside him looking straight at the white-haired young man, and suddenly said.

"Do you hate those people?"

Tears flashed in Messiah's white eyes for a moment.

Hate?

He forgot a lot of things, and walked here for many years with pain and despair. He didn't hurt anyone, nor did he save anyone in the country.

There was a voice in his heart saying.

"Messiah, have you forgotten your mission?"

Can't forget.

Can't forget!

But what did he forget? He couldn't remember it, and there was only a sea of ​​blood in the depths of his memory, and the desperate angel wailing in pain in the boiling iron pot.

He was guarding the temple in a daze, but today was different.

Who was that person?

The black-haired and black-eyed boy whose soul radiated golden light in the dark temple gradually overlapped with the golden-haired and red-eyed Seraphim in his memory that he hadn't remembered for a long time.

"Michael."

He muttered to himself, repeating it over and over again.

"Michael."

"Lucifer."

"Gabriel."

"..."

Messiah recited those familiar names word by word, and the memories in his mind kept surging.

He covered his head in pain and half-knelt on the cold ground.

"Who am I?"

Ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, Bai Xuan came to his side and wanted to support his body, but his thin white fingertips passed through him.

He pursed his lips and his voice was firm.

"Messiah, you are Messiah, His Highness the Son of Heaven."

The moonlight in the temple was too gentle, and it coldly spread a layer of gauze for them. There was a star outside the window shining faintly through the clouds.

Messiah stood up from the ground. He had gradually stabilized. His body was no longer so illusory and ethereal, and his slender body gradually became real and three-dimensional.

His eyes were gentle like water, and there was a smile on his lips. Compared with the legendary Son of Heaven, he was closer to humans.

"Thank you." His eyes swept over Bai Xuan, but he did not recognize his friends without permission.

"It turns out that so long has passed. Thank you for waking me up from my nightmare."

"I may know why you came. I'm sorry that I didn't defend the temple." He looked up at the grass and trees in the temple. "If I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have given the blood clan an opportunity."

"You know?" Wang Chengyang asked subconsciously.

Under Yan Yao's cold gaze, he shut up. Yan Yao was actually very confused. Although he realized that this person might be an angel, after all, the first picture of the painting was an angel, but how did Bai Xuan know that he was the Son of God, the Messiah.

The Messiah didn't care. He didn't look like a Westerner, with soft eyebrows and a less tight jawline.

"I just didn't realize it, but I could feel what they did. They sacrificed countless humans to resurrect Cain. They really deserved to die."

Mu Xinyu trembled. She was also a vampire.

"Is the altar inside the temple?" Bai Xuan asked him.

He nodded gently.

"It's actually here."

As he finished speaking, the terrifying demonic energy surged out from the end, and the ferocious wind roared over, and the thin clothes on everyone were rustled by the wind.

A ferocious and ugly monster was standing and roaring. This monster looked like a weird meat ball. The whole ball was extremely tall, but there was a mouth in the middle of the body, revealing dense fangs.

"Is this the blood demon?"

Yan Yao adjusted his glasses. This was different from the semi-adults fixed on the wall just now. The breath of this thing was obviously stronger.

"It seems that someone is afraid that we will find the altar."

Bai Xuan's vest was awakened at a low level. It was difficult to defeat this complete body without exposing the identity of the angel. After all, his human identity was a superpower. The superpower was to control time, and he did not have a strong attack ability.

There was no need to look at the others. A few ordinary people, the superpowers of others were not enough to fight against the blood demon.

Messiah is too weak now. Controlling his body to become a physical entity has already used up half of his strength. He must return to heaven as soon as possible, rather than continue to absorb power in this polluted temple.

In this case.

——

The space nearby suddenly distorted greatly.

It was as if something was torn apart, and a crack appeared out of thin air.

A pair of flawless white jade-like hands grabbed the edge of the crack and tore it open, forming a cave just big enough for people to get out.

The boy with light golden hair climbed up from the crack and looked at them with a pair of green eyes. His eyes were indifferent, as if there was a vast green grassland in them, but when his eyes saw a person, his eyes suddenly became bright.

"Brother."

Before everyone could react, they saw this young man with Western appearance flashing like a gust of wind and pounced on Bai Xuan.

Bai Xuan's eyes twitched slightly.

Although this is indeed his vest, what he does now is the behavior that the vest chooses to make when it is most in line with the character's logical setting.

This elf vest is a "brother control".

Bai Qingge's eyes changed, and he couldn't help but shed a trace of sourness. Although he was not sure, he had an inexplicable intuition in his heart that this was his younger brother.

Where did this foreign boy come from.

"Is this your brother?" Everyone was surprised.

Bai Xuan nodded and touched the golden hair of another vest. Well, it feels good.

"He has the same mother and father. His name is Sylph Chimbel, and his mother's surname is American."

This explains why his brother looks like a Westerner.

Only Messiah showed an ambiguous look.

This child has the blood of the elves.

The same name as the wind elf.

Does Michael know?

"Did you forget something?" Gan Lesheng on the side couldn't help but say weakly.

Everyone pondered.

"Wait, how did your brother come?" Yan Yao suddenly asked.

Bai Xuan said, "This matter is not important. Think about what we forgot."

Then they continued to think.

"Damn." Wang Chengyang cursed for everyone.

"Isn't there another monster?"

But the strange thing is that the monster that was so majestic just now is now shivering in the corner.

A well-behaved smile appeared on Sylph's fair and delicate face.

"Is the monster you are talking about that ugly puppy?"

"???"

Wang Chengyang was incredulous. "You call it a dog."

Sylph looked at him in confusion, "Isn't it?"

But the strange thing is that when everyone looked at the monster again, they found that it actually made a gurgling panting sound, and when it saw everyone looking at it, it also made a coquettish sound of barking.

Everyone: Crack open jpg.

Sylph said that he was hiding his merits and fame, and all his pressure just rushed towards the monster.

He was just giving a lecture, after all, fighting and killing is not good.

Messiah, who watched the whole process, couldn't help but hook a soft and subtle arc at the corner of his mouth, and his delicate eyebrows were slightly curved.

He no longer hesitated and lightly tapped in the void.

The surrounding scenery began to change dramatically.

They were standing on a huge, wide, ancient blood-red altar. Outside this high altar were countless blood donations, twisted limbs, and countless huge cocoon-like spheres hanging in the sky.

Who could have imagined that there was another parallel space in this ancient dark temple.

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