At this moment, Tuyumen was already unconscious, suffering the collapse of his inner body, and his already devastated body was lying weakly on the floor.

“…… Big stupid! ”

The smell of blood and the friends lying in pools of blood reminded Shen Crack of distant memories.

At that time, the god crack was still an Amakusa style female pope, at the age of ten, such a status and the reverence and courtesy were too high, but at that time, the god crack always had a question in his heart, every time before going to bed, the clergy would always read the Bible for the god crack like a story, but one of the verses of the Bible always made the god crack puzzled.

Heaven and Hell.

It is said that after death, God will decide whether the person should go to heaven or be sent to hell, so people must do a lot of good deeds to prepare for heaven.

But if God has the power to save all, why do you need hell?

If God has the power to save all people without exception, why not? For those who have gone astray, is it okay to just direct him to the right path? If there really is a saving hand of God, why not let everyone be equally happy and let everyone laugh happily?

Why is it that only a part of the population is happy? Why do the unchosen have to go to hell?

God Crack has always been the chosen one, but as a result, the people around him have no way to choose.

When the plane that God Crack was riding in fell, God Crack survived, but the others lost their lives, God Crack was killed and sniped with a gun, the bullet missed, but the off-track bullet pierced into the other people's bodies, and when the room where God Crack was located was completely destroyed by the bomb, several people stacked on top of God Crack, blocking the impact, including even children under the age of ten.

The people who were not chosen by God until the end laughed happily when they saw the God Split.

"Ah, great, Your Highness, as long as you're okay."

They said this, and squeezed out the last of their strength, reached out and stroked the young god's head, comforted the tearful god, and then closed their eyes with happy expressions, and the hand they touched gradually lost its strength.

This qiē is all the fault of the gods, and the gods must have missed when assigning luck.

Therefore, people like God Crack, who are not strong at all, are especially favored, and countless people have endured the suffering in her place. Therefore, God Crack does not want to contribute his strength to those who are chosen like himself, because the chosen people can survive on their own.

The power should not be monopolized by the chosen ones, and if the power of the Divine Crack is taken from the unchosen, then it should be returned to them.

Because those who extend the hand for help are always those who have been coldly abandoned by fate and have not been chosen.

So the Divine Crack can't kill people, even if she has great power, she can't kill people, once an enemy asked the Divine Split: Why don't you kill me? The answer is simple, it's not that you don't kill, it's that you can't kill. Because the gods want to protect those who are harassed by unreasonable violence and extend their hands for help.

So God split his mind.

Pour your only faith into your own long knife and forge your own path with your own long knife.

God, if you are willing to save only those whom you have chosen, then let me save all those who are not chosen.

And when I don't have this strength, that person will also come forward, although he has always been an unreliable His Royal Highness the Holy Son, and his bad heart is to the extreme, but such a gentle His Royal Highness the Holy Son will not let the tragedy happen.

With the power of His Highness the Holy Son, there must be an ending where everyone is looking forward to it, everyone is laughing, and everyone is happy, right? It must be an ending where no one is harmed, nothing is lost, everyone is smiling, and everyone can go home safely, right?

Thinking like this, Shen Crack raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

There, the final battle is taking place.

……

The sky where the beach meets the sea, the sun and the moon are juxtaposed, the scorching breath spreads wantonly, and the milky white light illuminates the otherwise dark night.

Xiao Bai slowly instigated the huge wings of light behind him, suspended in the air, and the light flames around him continued to scatter milky white sparks, reflecting the high-spirited battle intent on his face.

At this moment, when the light flame falling from the sun disappeared, a pair of exquisite platinum armor appeared on Xiao Bai's body, the white light flickered, the wind and clouds rolled, and the six light wings behind him stretched, coming from the sun in the sky, and the flames and holy light wrapped the legendary figure.

It was a platinum battle armor woven like an angel's metal feathers, shining with holy brilliance, just like a posture condensed by a qiē flame of light in the world, although each part is so gorgeous, the combined posture gives people a strong impression beyond the gorgeous, what a wonderful existence.

Rumble! A roar of rage rang out.

In an instant, at a speed that was incomprehensible to humans, the ice-blue ice crystals pouring down like a torrential rain collided violently with the dense light wings that pierced out like a sword array, and the ice crystals were shattered by successive attacks, and the light wings continued to break and dissipate into points of light.

The archangel quickly swung down the fifty-meter-long 'water wing' from the top of his head, and was cut off by the light wing behind Xiao Bai who was ten meters in front of him like a tearing tentacle.

But the 'power of the gods' didn't care at all, no matter how many hydrofoils were cut off, they could be repaired, this time the hydrofoils were swung horizontally from the left, and after this blow was also cut off by Xiao Bai, the next blow was aimed at Xiao Bai's back from the right.

There was a distance of ten meters between the 'power of the gods' and Xiao Bai, and the angel seemed to want to maintain such a distance, continuing to attack Xiao Bai with hydrofoils in turn, so that Xiao Bai had no chance to get close.

At this moment, Xiao Bai flipped his light wings, and the white light flashed and cut the water wings behind the attack in two, and seeing the timing of this moment, the three water wings of the God's messenger struck down from the air with a slight time difference.

Although there is a time difference, the gap is measured in hundredths of a second, and the speed at which ordinary people have entered the realm of the gods cannot feel the gap at all.

It takes 0.18 seconds for the human body to transmit commands from the brain to the fingertips, but Xiao Bai, who has incarnated as the Holy Son, has already gained the ability to transcend the mortal realm, so it is not applicable to such common sense, and the blood vessels, muscles, nerves, internal organs, and bones have all gained the ability to 'kill gods' under the influence of the Holy Son's person.

Chop! The first of the three water wings was cut off by Xiao Bai's light wings.

Before the next hundredth of a second arrived, Xiao clasped his hands to his chest, looking too leisurely, too relaxed.

Xiao Bai smiled in hundredths of a second.

But at this moment, the second hydrofoil of the archangel actually exploded by itself, and thousands of ice blades like tiny glass shards shot towards Xiao Bai, and just as Xiao Bai wanted to deal with the 'Blade Heavy Rain' in front of him, the third hydrofoil actually rushed down at a speed that surpassed the 'Blade Heavy Rain'.

"Interesting...... you?"

In the light wings behind Xiao Bai, the white light exploded like fireworks again, turning into ten, ten into hundred, forming a huge meteor group like an ocean of light.

When the meteor shower collided with the 'Blade Rain' in the sky, the invisible storm was stirred by this force, and countless whirlpools were rolled up like a rush of light.