The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Damn it...

Lord was puzzled.

Then he turned his attention to the angel beside him, expecting to get some answers from her.

"Sorry...I don't know either."

Michael's cheeks turned slightly red, and he shook his head in shame: "I don't know much about it than you do. The only thing I know is that Wilbur Whateley may have died a long time ago, and now he appears in front of us.

This... thing is probably just wearing human skin."

it?

Lord frowned slightly and noticed the words the angel used to describe Wilbur.

In English, this word is generally used to describe things that are not humans or other than humans. It is usually used for animals and plants, but at some times, it can also be used to refer to certain...

monster.

"Your Majesty the Holy Crown Michael, you are the archangel in charge of the judgment and guardianship of heaven. Isn't it a bit rude to call me this way?" Wilbur, who was standing opposite across a sinkhole, said,

Under the sunlight, not only did he not look crazy at all, but he looked more like an elegant gentleman with a gentle and kind smile on his lips.

But such an abnormal performance could not make a few people let down their guard.

Because often crises are hidden beneath those seemingly peaceful surfaces.

The more abnormal it is, the more dangerous it is. This is the most simple and easy-to-understand truth.

"No matter how similar you play, I can still smell the smell on you, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael stood up slowly, and his golden hair fell down, covering his chest.

The two proud mountain peaks and the snow-white waist that is so slender that it can be held in one's hand made even Lord couldn't help but look at them sideways.

"You are wrong, Your Majesty."

Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully and showed a relaxed smile: "I am not pretending, I am who I am, and it has never changed. Wilbur Whateley is me, and I am Wilbur Watt."

thunder."

Michael's eyes were a bit cold, and he obviously didn't believe the nonsense it was telling.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Wilbur took two more steps forward on crutches, looked up at the blue sky, raised his hand to block the dazzling light of the sun, and spoke slowly

Dedao: "Actually, I want to thank you, my dear Majesty the Angel. If it hadn't been for your sudden appearance and things like that, I might never have seen the truth of the world in this life."

Good guy, you are the culprit of feelings!

Lord glanced at the angel and coughed twice, "What on earth did you do?"

"It's... fragments of Limbo." Michael lowered his head, with a look of helplessness and regret on his face: "Those who fell here with me are also fragments of Limbo. Maybe

That’s part of what makes it what it is.”

...It turns out it was you who got it!

The corner of Lord's mouth twitched twice. He was also curious about where an ordinary British nobleman got the Limbo fragments from. Now the case was solved. It turned out that it was all the fault of this Seraph.

"Limbo is just a fragment, there is no way he could become like this." Michael explained to himself in a low voice.

"That's true, but it pointed the way forward for me."

Wilbur took over the conversation with a smile and continued: "Limbo is like a door, and I just happened to find the key to open it. I saw the real God. He is not aloof like you, but allows

In the endless void, I gained vast knowledge that I would never be able to obtain in my lifetime. That knowledge inspired me and made me realize the real world."

"That's not God!"

Michael's tone was a little cold, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes: "You are just an ordinary person, so you have no idea what kind of terrifying existences there are in those endless void and turbulent dimensions. They may give you

You are powerful, but they will always ask for reward from you, and that is a price you cannot bear!"

Lord agreed with this point.

There are countless different dimensions in Marvel, and there are all kinds of evil gods and demons. Sometimes it is really easy to get into trouble if you communicate randomly.

After all, not every god can approach believers with good intentions, respond and grant them what they ask for. For example, Dormammu and his followers in the dark dimension next door have a great say in this aspect.

"So what?"

Wilbur said nonchalantly: "At least He responded to me. I have believed in God devoutly for twenty-nine years, but when I was suffering from pain, where was this almighty Lord?"

"God... will not interfere with human beings' choices." Michael hesitated and said: "If you encounter any difficulties and ask gods for help, then human beings will not make the progress they have today, let alone

Create such a brilliant civilization."

This explanation is quite far-fetched.

Even Lord could hear a tone of reluctance and guilt.

"Your Majesty, lying is not a good habit."

Wilbur smiled slightly and said: "The reason why the Almighty Lord does not help mankind is because He is not omnipotent at all. He cannot answer everyone's prayers, let alone satisfy everyone's prayers. He is just a stone statue in the church.

"

Michael was silent, neither refuting nor arguing.

Lord seemed to read a hint of sadness in the dim light of the angel's eyes, and his heart suddenly shook.

Is that conjecture true...

Did the so-called God actually die a long time ago?

If this were not the case, it would be difficult to explain why Michael, who is "like God", would show such a sad expression.

"I don't understand, it doesn't matter."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Wilbur's lips: "After all, not everyone is as lucky as me and can gain endless knowledge. Soon you will understand what I mean."

Lord tilted his head and asked, "Are you finally planning to take action?"

"Yes, preparations have been completed."

Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from his clothes, opened it, took a look at it, and said with a smile: "Thank you for being willing to listen to me talk about these things, so that I can complete the last missing part of the ascension ceremony."

"It's okay~"

Lord also smiled back and said calmly: "I just happened to be preparing something."

Wilbur's method of delaying time was very crude. In fact, he had already seen through this little trick, but he was also arranging and preparing something, so he just continued with it.

"Then I'll rest assured~"

Wilbur didn't care and carefully stuffed the pocket watch into his arms, then smiled and said: "Then please allow me to introduce the other Wilbur Whateleys."

Lord's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Michael took a breath of air, seemingly shocked by what he saw in front of him.

Soothingly...

I saw one Wilbur after another walking out from all directions.

They were like the hermit crabs that stayed on the beach after the tide receded, gathering in groups to give birth to their offspring. They walked over in almost uniform steps, like stiff puppets.

Some of these people are wearing dirty blue overalls, some are wearing gorgeous dresses, some are wearing pajamas, some are wearing police uniforms... Everyone is tall or short, male or female, old or old.

There are few, but the weirdest thing is that all of them have the face of Wilbur Whateley.

At a rough count, there are at least a thousand people!

Thousands of people had the same face, staring at them with stiff and strange eyes, and a feeling of hair standing on end arose spontaneously.

"Now...the ascension begins!"

Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked fanatical and raised their arms in unison and shouted.

"grass......"

Lord was dumbfounded. Unfortunately, he was right!

This Wilbur is not a monster at all, it would be more appropriate to say he is a cockroach!