The sacred syllables vibrated and beams of majestic and peaceful light fell from heaven and stopped Satan in his way.

One after another, the gates of heaven opened, and the divine sights like miracles spread in the void, and endless light flowed out of the heavens, dispelling the dark power of Satan, and countless faint and dusty angels flew in the sky, holding musical instruments, blowing trumpets, and the sounds of praise, blessings, and prayers were intertwined into a heavenly music.

Then, illusory angels emerged from the heavens, clad in armor and holding swords.

When these angels came out, they stood on both sides, their wings covered with their faces, and their eyebrows lowered, as if they were waiting for some big man to appear.

"Someone's coming out. ”

"Which angel is it?"

"Is it the great Lord?"

Under the light of the light, the pious faces showed excited looks, looking at the light in the sky with anticipation.

Under everyone's gaze, an even more magnificent gate of heaven suddenly opened, and a seraphim with a cross-sword and a battle suit roamed the void.

His handsome and peerless face was filled with the smell of the divine, and as his wings fluttered, pure white feathers fell and turned into brilliant brilliance, illuminating his surroundings and setting him off with incomparable dazzling.

The moment he saw Him, the excited hearts of the believers present throbbed as if they were about to jump out of their chests.

"God, it is Michael, the commander of countless angels, Michael the King of Heaven. ”

"The most holy and dazzling angel in heaven, the king of angels at the right hand of God. ”

"He has brought an army of angels to protect the Son. ”

The king of angels did not care about the surprise and admiration of these believers, and came to Sister Angelica without joy or sorrow, slowly knelt down, and recited a hymn to the unborn "My Lord" in the womb of the Virgin, praising the greatness of "My Lord".

After a few moments, He stood up, turned around, raised the sword of the cross in his hand, and aimed it at Satan.

"Michael!"

When the enemy saw him, his eyes were very red, and the ancient snake roared angrily, and it pounced, opened its bloody mouth, and bit down on Michael.

In the face of Satan's might, Michael, the king of heaven, who is known as the crown of the kings of angels, did not have the slightest fear, he raised the cross sword in his hand and slashed down at the ancient serpent.

In an instant, there was a 'boom'.

Incomparably terrifying ripples exploded when Michael's crossed sword collided with the ancient snake, and in an instant, black cracks burst out.

Although the rift appeared only for a short time, all those who were staring at it could see clearly the rift and the looming starry sky behind it.

"What is that. ”

"I don't know what it is in terms of science, but if it is explained by magic, then it should be a spatial rift. ”

"How powerful are they, the explosion of a nuclear bomb will not blow up cracks in space, how do I feel that an ordinary fight between them is greater than the energy generated by a nuclear bomb?"

"What is a nuclear bomb. ”

"Spatial cracks have appeared, will there be a space collapse? Will there be a black hole? If it does, then the blue star will be finished. ”

"Wake up, the blue star will be finished soon, but not by the black hole, but by the Lord of your faith. ”

"Come on, Satan. ”

In a YouTube live broadcast room, everyone made a noise.

Although the YouTuber in this live broadcast room has never shown up, although I am surprised why this YouTuber dares to start a live broadcast at this time, this little doubt has long been forgotten by everyone in front of the content of the live broadcast.

They sat dead in front of the computer, holding their mobile phones, watching the battle that would determine the fate of mankind.

Although whether from the perspective of mythology or the number of believers, those who support God should account for the vast majority, but in the live broadcast room, it is the majority who support Satan, and occasionally those who support God are also sprayed and dare not come forward.

In the face of their own lives, they have countless reasons to support Satan.

Justice, at this moment, is reversed.

While everyone was still arguing, the staring screen changed again, and Michael, the king of angels known for his bravery, slammed Satan away.

The ant-sized person actually bounced off the incomparably huge giant snake, and this picture made countless people's jaws fall off in shock.

Satan, who was bounced away, immediately rushed forward, and the Devil King reverted back to the form of the Seven Great Red Dragons and fought fiercely with Michael.

Sometimes it transforms into a serpent, sometimes into a big red dragon, sometimes in hand-to-hand combat, sometimes with long-range magic bombardment, sometimes alone in attack, sometimes summoning the demons of hell to help, creating indescribable effects, all kinds of incredible power in the hands of Satan, the heavens and the earth everywhere its power manifestation.

And no matter how it changed, Michael only attacked with the cross sword in his hand, defusing Satan's attacks one by one, quite a grain of broken magic in it, and all kinds of brilliant light burst out from him, shining half of the sky like day.

One of these two people is the monarch of hell and the king of the devil, and the other is the king of heaven and the commander of all angels.

They struck all the way from heaven to earth, and from earth to heaven.

And when the two bigwigs were fighting, Satan's sinners were the first to be impatient and rushed towards Sister Angelica, and before the believers could form a human wall to protect the Virgin, those angels had already joined the battlefield.

They held their swords in their hands, and in their other hands, their brilliance condensed into shields and stood in front of the sinners.

Satan summoned millions of sinners, they took advantage of the black fog to come and directly drowned the angels in it, but before their cheers rang out, countless rays of light burst out from the black mist, completely piercing the black mist, and the sinners who approached each other let out a miserable scream in the light.

Even if they are completely inferior in numbers, even if the sinners borrow the power of Satan, they are as vulnerable as paper paste in front of these angels.

If it weren't for the sheer number of sinners, who had already died once, and who had been resurrected with Satan's promise that they would not be afraid of death at all, they would have been defeated by the angels long ago.

At this moment, above the sky, behind Michael, the figure of Lucifer appeared, stretched out his hand, aimed it at his heart, and thrust it into it.

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