God, Typhon is immortal. ”

"It says it's immortal on this planet, but what about outer space? I think we can try to transport it to outer space, maybe kill it. ”

"The question is how to transport it into space, it's so huge, it's not light, with modern transportation capabilities, it can't be transported to space all at once, and Typhon isn't a dead thing, and won't stand and let you put it in a box. ”

"All attacks that don't kill me make me stronger, this sentence sounds familiar, it seems like a character from one of our anime, does Typhon also like to watch our anime? If that's the case, I suddenly think we might try to woo Typhon. ”

“...... What are you thinking, this sentence was said by Nietzsche, the original words are 'What doesn't kill me, it only makes me stronger'. ”

"Every time he is killed, he gets stronger, Typhon is a bit like the leaf rot in Ultraman, but in Ultraman, the leaf rot is known as the most difficult monster in the universe, even Ultraman Max can't kill him, and in the end he can only send it away from the earth, I don't know if this angel can also send Typhon like Ultraman Max. ”

"I guess it's hard. ”

"How can there be such an unscientific monster in the world. ”

“......”

After seeing that Typhon had recovered and was stronger than before, the experts around the world's high-level people were shocked and began to think about how to deal with Typhon, after all, Typhon could appear in Sicily today, maybe Typhon or other demons would appear on his doorstep tomorrow, and it would be always right to accumulate more plans.

And the people of Dongying even whimsically let people use anime to win over Typhon.

Although the person who came up with the idea also knew that this plan was as unreliable as the last time he hit Cthulhu with a boat, he was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, in case...... What if it succeeds?

Once successful, Dongying will immediately be able to go to the next level, as for failure...... The most that fails is that the people who go to negotiate leave their lives there, and Dongying lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of those who 'voluntarily' sacrifice themselves for Dongying.

But before he could speak, he was poured cold water on his companion. The 'evidence' on which he was based was also refuted, and he had to bow his head in embarrassment.

In the Mediterranean, the resurrected Typhon roared, and the air shook, and the sound that came out of the mouths of those snakes stimulated the eardrums of millions of mortals on Sicily, and many of them suffered from temporary deafness.

A tsunami tens of meters high, nearly a hundred meters high, was lifted by Typhon, and the air was full of turbulent air currents and cyclones, and terrifying whirlpools were created at Florence's feet.

In an instant, the sea near Sicily became a Jedi.

If it were an ordinary human, even if it was an aircraft carrier created by human cutting-edge technology, it would probably be swallowed up by the sea, and then become a shipwreck that would be discovered a few years later, but for Florence, the angel, this desperate situation is just a spectacle of nature.

What really deserved his solemnity was Typhon, who rushed over.

"O Lord Almighty....... ”

As Florence shouted praise, a little light descended from the heavens, where they did not know where they were.

This light expanded and covered him silently, and a sacred church phantom appeared in the light.

The Gothic church enveloped Typhon, a church that seemed to be about the same size as many small churches in small remote cities, but it was a wonderful inclusion of Typhon, tall and short, large and small, no longer an absolute contrast in front of it.

The divine light shines through the stained glass windows, the rows of seats are empty, and in the very center of the church, a huge silver-white cross is erected.

"What do you want to do? ”

Typhon was forcibly pinned down in place by some invisible force, unable to move, and the power that had been surging from the void and pouring into his body was cut off by this church, and the telepathic sense was frantically alert.

Florence, an angel named salvation by the Cruciasians and countless believers, slowly walked to the center of the church.

He stood in front of the cross, half-closed eyes, knelt down slowly, and crossed the cross in front of his chest, three pairs of pure white wings trembling slightly.

As if sensing something, the little angels flying around him sang songs in a sad tone that did not belong to any of the languages on the Blue Star, and the inexplicable sadness was revealed, infecting every inhabitant of Sicily.

"It's so uncomfortable, I don't know why I suddenly feel so uncomfortable. ”

"I feel like something important is being lost. ”

"I want to cry. ”

“......”

Florence stood up, walked to the cross without joy or sorrow on his face, slowly turned around, leaned his back against the cross, his pure white wings shook a few times, and the feathers slowly fell off, and in just a few breaths, the three pairs of wings behind him were all separated, and there was no trace of wings.

It was as if Florence, who had become a mortal, spread his hands, and in an instant, there was an illusory figure of Florence in the red archbishop's robe in front of him.

"How come there are two Florences?"

"The Phantom of Florence standing in front of him seems to be the Florence who stabbed the Messiah to death, do you see the blood stains on the body of the Phantom of Florence and the dagger in his hand, it doesn't look like the action when he stabbed the Dagger into the Body of the Messiah the Son?"

"I just compared the original photos and they are really the same. ”

"Could it be that phantom is the Florence of the past?"

"The cross with open arms, the summoned Florence from the past, is he learning from the Messiah the Son?

“......”

Everyone looked at each other and speculated, so Lucifer, the king of angels, once showed the relationship between the long river of time, and everyone leaned on time, guessing that the phantom came from Florence in the past, and the current Florence, who had turned into an angel, was studying the Messiah of the Holy Son.

As the ritual was about to begin, an inexplicable feeling of horror appeared in Typhon's mind, as if to foretell that great terror was about to befall it, even if it was immortal, even if it only had to gain power on this beautiful planet, it would face some kind of supreme judgment.

"Praise be to my Lord the Messiah...... ”

Florence gently crossed the cross on his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

Florence, who he had summoned from the past, closed his eyes at the same time, and stabbed forward with the hand holding the dagger.

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