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When Zhang Wu flew over the northern part of the mountain in autumn, the climate in the south was still very hot. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn the autumn, if it gets hot and humid, it will often be even more difficult than in the middle of summer.

The wind is tinged with heat, lazily blowing through the streets of the city of Lille. Hundred-year-old trees swayed their yellowed branches and leaves slightly in the wind.

Occasionally, a leaf falls.

The most magnificent building in Lille today is the recently completed St. Paul's Cathedral. The church represents the supreme achievement of Southern architecture, the most notable of which is the towering spire. Hundreds of angels of all shapes prostrate, worshipped, and clustered atop the golden spires, and in the midst of them stood the gods who overlooked all beings.

At the highest point of the entire church is the Pope's prayer room, where he listened to the oracles of the gods.

At this moment, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stood the Pope's thin, withered figure like a candle in the wind.

The sun had begun to set in the west, and a slightly reddish glow passed over the Pope's thin body, casting a long shadow on the scarlet carpet.

The door to the prayer room opened, and Augustus, dressed in heavy armor, entered. He walked towards the Pope, each step taking exactly the same amount of time and space he crossed, by any measure.

In the same sunset, Augustus' projection turned out to be much shorter than the Pope's shadow.

An invisible wind blew through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A fallen leaf swirled in the wind, and finally hit the long window, bounced back, and was carried away by the wind again.

The wind can't blow through the floor-to-ceiling window, but the pope's robe behind the window is fluttering in the wind.

"The wind is blowing......" the Pope seemed to mutter. Occasionally, he coughs twice.

I don't know how long it took, but the Pope said slowly: "Augustus, what do you see?"

The Blood Angel replied, "A fallen leaf." ”

"What else?"

The Blood Angel pondered his words and said, "I saw that the wind wanted to tear apart the fallen leaves, but in the end it could only send it into the sky. ”

The Pope nodded, coughed for a while, and then gasped, "You're right. In fact, if there is no wind, the fallen leaves will naturally fall to the ground, and finally the dust will return to dust, and the soil will become soil. But the wind doesn't want to stop......"

Augustus did not answer, he waited.

After a long time, the Pope sighed heavily and said, "The wind is strong again, and it seems that winter is coming." Alas, I am already old, and when winter comes, all the problems of my body come out. ”

Augustus cautiously said, "Charlie is dead. Perhaps, we should rekindle a fire for the coming winter. ”

The Pope said slowly: "Even God cannot control all the tributaries of fate. How can we be mortals, so how can we control all the changes in the world? Augustus, arrogance is a sin, and we must learn to admit defeat. ”

The Blood Angel lowered his head and said respectfully, "I wrote it down." But the north ......"

The Pope said: "North...... Let it go, it's almost time, and it's time for us to meet the servants of the Lord God. ”

He stretched out his trembling hand, and with a light touch in front of him, a ripple appeared on the fingertip like a dead branch. The ripples quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it became a spatial door.

After the Pope and the Blood Angel entered, the spatial door vanished.

Behind the door of the space, there is a very strange space.

It's a huge temple, a temple bigger than human imagination!

The four walls of the hall are as high as 100 meters high and the radius is up to several kilometers. There is no roof on the top of the hall, and when you look down, all you see is a void, no moon and blue sky, and no endless stars.

Below the temple, there was still a void.

The Pope and the Blood Angel appear in the center of the main hall.

The Pope stepped on the void and walked forward slowly. Under his feet, there seemed to be an invisible layer of ground, supporting the body that had been covered by the years.

In the center of the main hall were dozens of pale cyan crystal platforms, which were arranged in a circle, enclosing a stone altar in the center. There was a person lying on each crystal platform. These people all look very young and have perfect bodies. It's just that they all seem to have fallen into the deepest sleep, and they don't move, they just sleep on the crystal platform.

"This time we have sixty bodies, should it be enough?" asked Augustus.

The Pope smiled slightly and said, "This time, the people who are going to come are all the servants around the Lord God, and sixty bodies may not be enough. If you hadn't looked up to their light while you were still in the heavenly realm, you should have heard their names too. I heard that this time it was MGM and Macbeth who were coming......"

Augustus raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Aren't they angels who are with them before the god of order and justice, Frianmir......?

The Blood Angel involuntarily lowered his voice and said, "Is it for Audreyhe?"

The Pope coughed violently again, and it took him half a day to calm down. He said intermittently: "The radiance of the heavenly realm is too strong for me, an old man, alas! I heard that there is also an angel of light named Achilles......

"Achilles!" Hearing the name, even Augustus lost his composure. "Is he? Why did he come into this world?"

"Achilles......." the Pope whispered several times, and then asked faintly, "Is there anything special about him?"

Augustus said, "He...... He was born at the same time as Audrech at the hands of Master Tiratmis. Since then, Lord Tiramis has focused on perfecting Audrech, and Achilles has descended to other planes from the moment of his birth to spread the glory of the High God. ”

After a pause, Augustus' voice trembled slightly, and he added, "When I am reincarnated, Achilles ...... Nearly a hundred planes have been brought under the honor of the Most High God......"

The Pope's long eyebrows moved, and he was silent for a moment before he said lightly: "It's time, get ready to welcome the three adults." ”

A flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the void at the top of the hall!

After a short while, another long bolt of lightning swept across the entire void, and then countless tiny electric lights bloomed in the sky, like empty fireworks.

In the infinite void, there seems to be a door quietly opened. Perhaps because of the distance, looking up from the main hall, you can only see a faint point of light.

However, the sudden fall of the chant showed that it was not an illusion, and that a door had indeed been opened.

It was the voice of the Heavenly Gate.

Two points of light flew out from the Heavenly Gate and appeared in the center of the main hall in an instant. At this moment, it can be seen that these are two faint angelic images. They have four wings on their backs, completely disembodied, only an illusion. Despite this, they still have an incomparably rich divine aura and a majesty that looks down on everything!

Augustus felt this majesty especially palpablely, and even his soul trembled and trembled before it!

This trembling stems from the huge difference in rank!

Although after his reincarnation, Augustus' soul trembled much less than the high angels who descended from the heavenly realm. But fear and obedience to those who are superior have been imprinted in his soul. In this world, although the Blood Angel has successfully broken through the limits of strength, it has a powerful combat power. His combat power is likely to be stronger than the two high-level angels who are about to descend, but this imprint on the core of the soul cannot be removed as his strength grows.

The blood angel, who was calm as usual on the surface, was trembling slightly. Only the Pope, standing there tremblingly, did not move.

In Augustus' senses, the dying old man remained like nothingness.

He was standing there, but as long as Augustus closed his eyes, he felt that there was a blank space in front of him, and there was no living creature at all.

A mournful cry interrupted Augustus' thoughts. He smiled slightly wryly and turned his head to look. I saw a young woman jumping off the crystal platform, her hands desperately clutching her throat, staggering forward, and screaming like a heart-rending scream.

Her facial features were bleeding thin lines of blood, and she looked terrible, but she herself seemed to be unaware, and she just desperately grabbed her throat with her hands until the skin was rotten, and she would not stop.

The last scream was particularly poignant, and the young woman, the woman covered in blood, had exploded into a cloud of blood.

In the blood mist, the phantom of the four-winged angel slowly emerged. He was still only an illusion, and the young woman's blood mist could not touch him at all. The two pairs of slowly fluttering wings of light were elegant and elegant, and each feather composed of pale golden shimmer was as soft as water waves, rippling in the air.

The angel's wings flapped slightly, and the strong divine aura immediately steamed the blood around him cleanly.

He looked around and flew into the body of a young man.

Screams rang out one after another.

"The sixth time that Lord MGM has descended, and the ninth time that Lord Macbeth has come ......" Augustus counted silently in his mind.

The Advent is finally over.

After sixteen failures, MGM finally succeeded in descending into a man's body for the seventeenth time. The body looked tall, handsome, muscular, and almost flawless. MGM held out her index finger, and a little divine flame ignited on the tip of her finger. He immediately wrote the laws of the heavenly realm in the air, and one by one beautiful and mysterious words were condensed in the air, lingering for a long time, and there was a majestic and deep voice, repeating the content of the laws of the heavenly realm in the earth.

It didn't take long for a celestial law to be written. MGM looks very happy with his new body.

A moment later, Macbeth also finished his arrival. This is the twenty-fifth body he has tried on, and from the outside, this is a man with a little murderous aura in his hand. As a post-advent routine, he also had to try a little bit of the power that his new body could hold and exert in his new body.

Macbeth pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other, and in the sound of clear cheers, a huge pillar of holy light instantly penetrated the endless void above and below the main hall!

In the pillar of light, the faces of the gods emerged!

Augustus nodded secretly. The lowest-level advent angels only have one chance to try to descend, and if they don't succeed, they will have to return to the heavenly realm, return to the most original state, and wait for the power to be restored. Those who are unfortunate will return to nothingness with the destruction that comes to the body.

And MGM and Macbeth actually came dozens of times in quick succession as if nothing happened, and it seems that if they don't succeed, they can continue to try.

"It's just a pity for these bodies...... Augustus sighed secretly.

These dozens of bodies are enough to easily contain the power of the archangel, and each one is extremely difficult to find, which can be said to be extremely precious. The Church of Light was able to gather so many bodies at one time, and its latent power was so huge that it could be said that there was no other church in the whole continent that could compare with it.

It's just that the power of MGM and Macbeth is still too large for these bodies, so that one after another the body can't bear it and explodes into a blood mist.

The hall was still spotless, and there was no smell of blood. The blood mist of the forty bodies was directly triggered by the divine power of the two high-level angels.

The gates of the heavenly realm are still not closed, and both the Pope and Augustus are still waiting. Even MGM and Macbeth looked up to the sky and waited in silence.

A little light lit up at the Celestial Gate, and it streaked across the void like a meteor and disappeared on the central altar.

The next moment, Achilles had stepped down from the altar.

He, indeed he, has stepped down from the altar.

He is of medium stature, and all the proportions and lines of his body can only be described as perfect. And his face is indescribably ice and beauty! Combined with his graceful curved bald head, the whole person exudes hysterical charm.

If it weren't for the fact that he was completely ** at the moment, Achilles would be a stunning alluring at all!

Achilles slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of bright red eyes, and the pupils were a pair of golden wings.

He put his hand in front of his eyes and watched silently. This is a slender hand that is enough to make any woman envious.

His five fingers spread out like orchids, and there was a crisp cracking sound in the palm of his hand. A small piece of space above his slender hand had been twisted, torn, and collapsed under Achilles' power! Achilles smiled faintly, clenched his hand, and held this frenzied spatial crack in his hand.

Achilles didn't look at MGM and Macbeth, but went straight up to the Pope and asked in his peculiar, almost feminine voice:

"Where's Odrech?"

(To be continued)