Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 467: God is dead

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　　 Hell...

　　 Lord was puzzled.

　　 then cast his gaze to the angel who was aside, hoping to get some answers from her.

　　 "Sorry...I don't know."

　　 Michael's cheeks blushed slightly, and he shook his head a little ashamed: "I don’t know much about it than you, the only thing I know is that Wilbur Waterley may have been dead long ago, now he appears This...thing in front of us is probably just covered in human skin."

　　It?

　　 Lord frowned slightly and noticed the words the angel used to describe Wilbur.

　　 in English, this word is generally used to describe things that are not human or non-human. It is usually used for animals and plants, but in some cases, it can also be used to refer to certain... ...monster.

　　"Under the crown of sacred Michael, you are the archangel who is in charge of the judgment and protection of heaven. It is too rude to call me with this kind of vocabulary?" Erber, instead of being insane under the sun, he is more like an elegant gentleman with a gentle smile on his lips.

　　 But such an abnormal performance does not make a few people put down their vigilance.

　　 Because often crises are hidden under the seemingly peaceful surface.

　　 The more abnormal, the more dangerous. This is the most easy-to-understand truth.

　　 "Even if you play similarly, I can smell the taste of you, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael slowly stood up, and the golden hair fell down, covering it. With the two proud peaks in front of his chest, and the slender white waist that could be gripped, even Lord couldn't help but look sideways.

　　 "You are wrong, under the crown of the angel."

　　 Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully and smiled relaxedly: "I'm not acting, I am me, it has not changed, Wilbur Waterley is me, I am Wilbur Waterley."

　　 Michael's eyes were a little cold, obviously he didn't believe what it was saying.

　　 "Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth of the truth." Wilbur walked two steps forward on crutches, looking up at the blue sky, raising his hand to cover the dazzling sun The light, said slowly and reasonably: "Actually, I want to thank you, under the crown of a respected angel, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, and something like that, I might not have seen the truth of the world in my entire life."

　　 Good fellow, you are the culprit of feelings!

　　 Lord glanced at the angel and coughed slightly. What did you mean by that?

　　 "It's... Fragments of the Spiritual Hell." Michael lowered his head, his face was a little helpless and regretful: "Those who fell here with me, and those from the Spiritual Hell Fragment, maybe this is one of the reasons that made it what it is now."

　　...you got it!

　　 Lord's mouth twitched twice, and he was also curious about where an ordinary British nobleman got the shards of the spiritual prison. This is a case solved. It turned out that the blazing angel caused the trouble.

　　 "Spiritual Prison is just a fragment, it is impossible for him to become like this." Michael explained to himself in a low voice.

　　"It is true, but it shows me the way forward."

　　 Wilbur took the conversation with a smile, and continued: "Spiritual Hell is like a door, and I happened to find the key to open it. I saw the real God, who is not as high as you are. Instead, in the endless emptiness, I obtained the vast knowledge that I could not get in my entire life. Those knowledge inspired me and made me realize the real world."

　　 "That's not a god!"

　　 Michael’s tone was a little cold, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes: "You are just an ordinary person, so you don’t even know what horrors are there in those endless void turbulence dimensions, they Maybe they will give you great power, but they will always ask you for a reward, and that is a price you cannot bear!"

　　 On this point, Lord agreed.

　　 There are countless different dimensions in Marvel, and there are all kinds of evil gods and gods. Sometimes messy communication is really easy to get into trouble.

　　 After all, not every **** can approach believers with kindness, respond and give them what they ask for, such as Domam in the dark dimension next door and his followers. They have a say in this respect. .

　　 "So what?"

　　 Wilbur said nonchalantly: "At least He responded to me. I have faithfully believed in God for twenty-nine years, but when I was tortured, where is this Almighty Lord?"

　　 "God... will not interfere with human choices." Michael hesitated, and said: "If you encounter any difficulties, you want to beg for help from the gods, then humans will not have the current progress. It will not create such a glorious civilization."

　　This explanation is quite far-fetched.

　　 Even Lord heard it, a tone of reluctance and guilty conscience.

　　"Under the crown of an angel, lying is not a good habit."

　　 Wilbur smiled slightly and said: "The reason the Almighty Lord does not help mankind is because He is not omnipotent at all, unable to answer everyone’s prayers, let alone satisfy everyone’s prayers. It is just a church in the church. The stone statue is nothing more."

　　 Michael was silent, neither refuting nor arguing.

　　 Lord seemed to read a faint sorrow from the dim brilliance of the angel's eyes, and his heart shook suddenly.

　　 Is that conjecture true...

　　The so-called God actually died a long time ago?

　　If this were not the case, it would be difficult to explain why Michael, who is "similar to God", would show such a sad expression.

　　 "I don't understand, it doesn't matter."

　　 Wilbur’s lips made a strange smile: "After all, I am not so lucky to have access to endless knowledge. You will soon understand what I mean."

　　 Lord tilted his head, and asked, "Are you finally going to do it?"

　　 "Yes, the preparation is complete."

　　 Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from his clothes, opened it and glanced at it, smiled and said, "Thanks to your willingness to listen to these things, I can perfect the last missing part of the ascension ceremony."

　　 "It's okay~"

　　 Lord also smiled back, and said calmly: "It just so happens that I am also preparing something."

　　 Wilbur's method of delaying time is very crude, he has already seen through this little trick~IndoMTL.com~ It's just that he is also arranging and preparing certain things, so this is the only way to go with it.

　　"Then I can rest assured~"

　　 Wilbur didn’t care, he carefully stuffed the pocket watch into his arms, then smiled and said, "Then please allow me to introduce you to the other Wilbur Waterleys."

　　Lord's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help his eyes widening.

　　 Michael took a cold breath, and seemed to be shocked by what was in front of him.

　　淅索索索.....

　　 I saw Wilbur one after another, coming out from all directions.

　　 They are like the hermit crabs that stayed on the beach after the tide recedes, coming in groups like to give birth to offspring, and they walked over like stiff puppets with almost neat steps.

　　 Some of these people are wearing dirty blue work clothes, some are wearing gorgeous dresses, some are wearing pajamas, some are wearing police uniforms...Each body shape has heights and lows, males and females, There are old and young, but the strangest thing is that everyone has Wilbur Waterley's face.

　　 A rough count, there are at least thousands of people!

　　 Thousands of people looked at them with stiff and strange eyes with the same face, a feeling of rising hair spontaneously arises.

　　"Now...ascension begins!"

　　 Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked enthusiastic and raised their arms together and shouted.

　　 "Fuck..."

　　Lord was stunned, and it was so unfortunate that he had said it!

　　 This Wilbur is not a monster at all, it should be said that it is a cockroach that is more appropriate!