Ha?

Yang Chen was stunned, and it could even be said that he was so frightened that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, but the pope on the ground was extremely pious, lying on the ground without any complaints, waiting for the "Lord of the Heavenly Gods" to let him get up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Chen thought that he would rush all the way into the church covered in blood, and then invite him to fight in front of the high Pope and his domineering manner, and he also thought that he had been directly beaten back by the other party's Heavenly Descent Divine Technique or a beam of white light before he entered the Holy See...... I thought about countless possibilities, but I didn't expect that in such a simplely furnished room, the Pope would be prostrate on the ground and call himself "Lord Heaven".

"Lord Celestial, since you came to the world eighteen years ago, the old body has been looking forward to your arrival, and now, you are finally here......" The Pope was very sure, the young man in front of him was the person he had been waiting for for many years, although the familiar aura on his body could not be weaker, but even if there was only a trace, it would not be wrong, so his tone became more and more respectful, and he couldn't wait to kiss Yang Chen's instep a few times at this time to express his piety.

"Uh...... Get up first. Yang Chen was stunned for a long time, only to find that the Supreme Pope was still lying on the ground, and said in a sneer, in fact, he has a lot of problems in his heart now, but he can't let people kneel and talk to him.

"Yes, Celestial. ”

If he received amnesty, the Pope stood up from the ground tremblingly, but he didn't dare to stand up straight, because of the region, even if he was old, he was still much taller than Yang Chen, but at this time, he was hunched over, trying to keep his head below Yang Chen's eyes.

"I don't understand...... His Holiness the Pope......"

Yang Chen got straight to the point and said, "We just met for the first time, why do you seem to have known me for a long time?"

"Lord Celestial, maybe this current body has blinded your perception, but the aura on your body is absolutely not wrong, you must have come here this time to get back your Flame Sword, right?"

Yang Chen frowned, he didn't understand why the Pope insisted that he was the Heavenly God, but the Pope's words made him start to think, from the beginning, when he came to the periphery of the Holy See, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, as if he was about to see an old friend.

At first, he thought he was so nervous that he had a problem with his mentality, but at this time, the word "take back" by the Pope made the feeling in his heart clearer, and in his mind, the appearance of a sword became clearer and clearer.

It was a long sword that was exactly the same as the two-handed greatsword used by the horsemen I had seen before, but this sword, with a raging fire, seemed to have burned from the beginning, and would not be extinguished until the world was destroyed.

It's a strange feeling, and it's getting stronger.

Yang Chen felt that something suddenly appeared in his head, some vague memory fragments, but he couldn't connect them.

At the same time, an unprecedentedly strong sense of urgency made him want to see the sword as soon as possible, and subconsciously asked, "Where is that sword now?"

Yang Chen swore that he had uttered this sentence completely in accordance with the wishes in his mind, and before that, he didn't know that the so-called artifact was a sword.

Hearing Yang Chen's question, the Pope was even more sure of what he was thinking, Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Yang Chen's eyes were filled with tears, and suddenly fell to his knees again, and shouted vigorously: "Lord, true God, you...... You...... You've finally heard us. ”

"Where is that sword now?"

Yang Chen asked again, he was starting to be a little impatient, and he was desperate to find out the truth, but this pope didn't know what nerves to have, so he knelt down again at this time, so there was also a trace of displeasure in his tone.

"Don't blame the gods, don't blame the gods......" Poor Lord Pope, usually only others are respectful to him, but now it is his turn to feel the pressure, big drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he quickly got up from the ground, and while guiding Yang Chen to follow him, he said: "Lord Tianshen Qing comes with me." ”

The Pope is old, but the speed is not slow, get up and turn around and walk smoothly, there is no fatigue that an elderly person should have, and he has already taken Yang Chen around the table in three or two times, standing in front of that row of bookshelves, I saw him press a few times on the table, and a rumbling sound sounded, and the bookshelves actually separated from the middle, revealing a secret door behind them.

Opening the secret door, Yang Chen found that behind this room, there was a storage room of hundreds of square meters, a large number of antiquities that looked like strong religious overtones were piled up in the entire space, and in the middle position, a sword was suspended diagonally in the air.

Buzz Buzz......

As if his heart was like a spirit, Yang Chen's realization had just fallen on the body of the sword, and suddenly a sword roar sounded, and there was a joyful emotion in his voice.

Seeing this scene, the Pope was once again prostrate on the ground, and his mouth kept muttering words such as "Lord" and "God of God".

Yang Chen didn't care about disdainful of the Pope's behavior at this time, but just looked at the sword with his eyes, as if he was looking at a lover who had been separated for a long time.

For some reason, a feeling of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, and he muttered, "It's been a long wait. ”

Three words flowed from his lips, and the sword seemed to be able to understand human speech, and it hummed loudly and trembled with a powerful tremor that shook the objects piled up around it.

Then, under the Pope's shocked gaze, the sword vibrated more and more violently, and suddenly, a cluster of flames ignited from the sword body, and then flew into Yang Chen's hand with a whoosh.

At this time, Yang Chen didn't notice the shock in the Pope's eyes at all, and a large amount of information kept pouring out of his whole mind.

In the year 776 of the Angelic calendar, a flaming sword was born in the void, and the Holy King bestowed it on the right wing, and became a symbol of the ruling angels......

In the year 920 of the Angelic Calendar, the fallen angels colluded with demons, and the city of angels encountered an unprecedented crisis......

Angelic Calendar ......

A series of information, fragments of memory, rushed to converge in Yang Chen's mind, and finally coherent into a complete memory chain, Yang Chen finally knew why he opened his eyes to see an angel, and also knew why there were always some fragmentary memory fragments in his body's mind.

However, he struggled with why he had answered the wrong question about Gabriel, because he himself was Gabriel himself.

Yang Chen, who was sorting out the information that came out of his mind, didn't notice at all that his body had changed dramatically.

In the Pope's burning eyes, first of all, his hair, which was originally short black hair, began to grow gradually, then spread to the waist, and in the process of growth, starting from the roots, a circle of snow white began to spread downward, and finally became completely silvery-white.

Then there are the eyes, the black eyes turned golden in an instant, and a blinding light was projected, making people dare not look directly.

Then on his body, suddenly there was a raging flame, all his clothes were burned, and a circle of golden light suddenly burst out, making people unable to open their eyes, the golden light dissipated, and a golden armor appeared on him, like a god.

Behind him, white wings appeared along with the armor, and the massive wings dragged almost to the ground, twice the size of his body.

If you count carefully, six petals on each side.

Twelve-winged Angel!

Needless to say, the Pope was originally kneeling on the ground, and at this time, he threw himself on the ground and worshiped to his heart's content.

To tell the truth, as Yang Chen had guessed before, eighteen years ago, this sword suddenly fell from the sky and landed in the Holy See, and anyone who approached it would improve his strength in a short period of time, and His Holiness the Pope had already prepared that if he ascended one day, he would use this sword to increase his strength and increase the chance of successful ascension.

But since that dream five days ago, his thoughts have changed, especially today when he heard that someone had broken into the Holy See, and he himself felt a breath of pure holiness approaching, and he completely cut off all thoughts about the sword.

Knowing that there are higher beings, the Pope scoffs at the remarks of some scientific bigwigs against theology, so when he learns that it is most likely held by a higher being than him, all unrealistic illusions in his heart are shattered, and finally become flattering.

Because of seeing, so fear.

Because you know it, you know how small you are.

Moreover, the Pope's whole life was dedicated to that existence, so in the face of visitors at that level, he didn't dare to have any slackness.

At this time, the changes in Yang Chen's body had confirmed to him that everything he believed was true, how could it not make him ecstatic?

"Arise, your piety, I remember. Yang Chen said to the Pope.

It's just that the coldness in his voice without any emotion makes the latter smile bitterly in his heart.

In fact, it's no wonder that Yang Chen is ruthless and cold-blooded, but for some reason, after holding that sword, countless memories poured in, and he couldn't get used to these memories for a while, and the tone of voice he revealed when he spoke naturally merged with the owner of these memories.

However, looking at the Pope's prostrate body on the ground, he didn't bother to explain, although there was no support of energy particles in his body, but the eyesight of those Taoist true cultivators back then was still there, he had already seen a circle of golden light on the Pope's head, which was obviously beyond the scope of people, but I was afraid that his time in the world was short, and if he had time, they would still meet.

Thinking like this, Yang Chen's mind moved, the twelve petal wings behind him spread out, and the whole person soared into the sky, and there was no leakage in the tight roof, he had already appeared at a height of tens of thousands of meters.

The flaming sword in his hand was raised slightly, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky, and his lips gently spit out a word: "Break!"

In an instant, a huge crack appeared in the blue sky silently, just like when the angel left when he first came to this world.

At this time, he already knew that the beautiful angel was called Yu, the left wing guard of the Holy King, and like him, he was a twelve-winged angel, but in order not to cause turmoil in this paper world space, he suppressed his own strength to the eight wings, in order to save him. (To be continued.) )