The Endless Shuttle

But... but... that burning star, the leader of the flaming vampire... the alien god named "Cthugya"... is that it is not wrong!

Michael's sacred posture is distorting, appearing as an angel with wings for a while, and appearing as a collection of sun-like flames for a while.

In the end, after several rounds of reincarnation, it was fixed on the traditional image of a beautiful angel.

"The situation is already clear."

Rope said sarcastically.

"All of this is your own problem, Michael, and has nothing to do with me."

"No, no!"

Michael shook his head frantically.

"Something is wrong, there must be something wrong... I am Cthugya, I am Michael... and who is Michael?"

"Michael is you, the vice prince of the kingdom of heaven, the greatest angel recorded in the Bible."

At this time, three more rays of light descended.

It illuminates the dim hell flowing with magma like daylight.

The light dissipated, and three indistinguishable angels appeared, one of whom comforted Michael with a gentle tone.

"You are the head of the four angels, our leader, don't forget this, Michael."

"Raphael..."

Michael woke up instantly.

The archangel in charge of "wind", Raphael looked at the red dragon on the obsidian throne.

"Azazel, I apologize to you on Michael's behalf. Maybe this incident is really a problem in our heaven."

"Hehe, it's good that you understand in your heart."

"Your responsibilities have been perfectly executed, and we can see this." Raphael continued: "Many people in the lower class who have been ravaged by the battlefield have tended to enter dystopia. If you can’t protect us, then throw yourself into the arms of the devil.” This is exactly what our biblical gods want. "

"However, Azazel, your deeds are not unseen by heaven."

"Although what happened to you constantly, you want to escape from the established fate, the fate of being defeated by Michael, right?"

"Please don't do things that bother us anymore. You are a demon born from the concept of the enemy of gods. Naturally, you must shoulder the responsibility worthy of this spiritual status."

"There is no way for you to escape."

After Raphael finished speaking, the scene fell into a long silence.

Then, a burst of loud laughter spread far away.

"Hahahahaha... do you think so?" Luo Pei supported the dragon's head, his eyes were full of jokes: "The moment you spoke, I still had expectations for you, thinking that you could judge Uncover the truth behind the fog..."

"Am I wrong? What are you hiding?"

"You will know when the time is right and the stars are in the right place."

Rope spread his hands.

"Now, have you finished talking? Please leave my territory after you finish speaking. Hell does not welcome the existence of divine light shining on your body."

"Azazel..."

Raphael wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Rope.

"I know, everything is still going according to plan."

"……Is it."

Without further words, the four archangels turned and left.

Luo Peilongtong has been watching their backs.

In his line of sight, Michael's shadow has turned into the appearance of Cthugha. Gabriel is full of the breath of the deep sea, Raphael is wearing a yellow robe, and Uriel is composed of various ever-changing images.

The erosion has already begun.

From the outside to the inside, and from the soul to the body.

The change of concept is only the first step. When the position is distorted, these archangels are really no longer the sacred existence of heaven, but the indescribable evil gods in the folk myths of the sixteenth century.

Together with their subordinates.

"What kind of tactics are you going to use to fight back against me? Jesus Christ..."

In the two-digit Supreme Heaven, there is a middle-aged man wearing a crown of thorns.

With his eyes closed, he ran long distances in tattered white cloth, like a medieval ascetic.

But it was such a simple image that made him feel supremely divine.

He is the condemned, the crucified saint, the central being of the biblical system.

--Jesus Christ.

A white bird flew by and landed on the shoulder of Jesus Christ. After a while, the bird turned into a lovely child angel, playing beautiful music to wake up the Son.

"Boundless shadows, boundless curses... are they coming? My trials, my catastrophes..."

Jesus Christ murmured, staring unfocused at the distant sky.

At the same time, at the outermost gate of Hakoniwa's three-digit number, two lower ranks entered through the realm gate.

"Is this the three-digit land of Hakoniwa? It looks no different from the lower level..."

It was a combination of young men and girls.

The girl has beautiful facial features, short golden hair, a simple and extraordinary white dress, and a long cane in her hand.

"Baron, are you sure we've arrived at the three-digit gate? Could it be that Di Shitian is lying to me? Hey, if you don't say anything, I'll throw away all your rum."

"Bastard! Has anyone ever been born who dared to threaten me with cigars and drinks?"

The man in the tuxedo spit on the ground in disgust, showing a vulgar gesture.

I'm afraid no one would believe that this man in a tuxedo would be an aloof god, but would instead think that he was an uneducated person.

The fact is exactly the same, Croa Baron, the Baron of Crossroads, this god of death is synonymous with vulgarity.