In the dim wooden house, a burst of flame suddenly ignited.
"You are finally here...I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
On the side of the long table, Messika said in a deep voice, her body that had long been without flesh and blood was trembling uncontrollably.
On the table, prophecy cards with gold edges and red backgrounds were neatly placed, and opposite Messika, a figure with flames all over his body was watching her silently.
"I missed you, and so did everyone else."
Finally, the flames on the figure dissipated, revealing the male face underneath and the black wings behind him.
"Countless years have passed, and you finally called my name, which also allowed me to find you. Come back to hell with me, Messika the Betrayer."
His long black hair hung behind him, his face was soft, but his eyes were very cold, and he held a red sword blade in his hand.
"Don't be so anxious..." Messika said calmly.
"No one can refuse me." His tone was calm, but there was an overriding power in it.
"I know, I know..." Maxijia said repeatedly, "You have changed a lot over the years, but this power has not changed at all."
"I'm not here to reminisce with you." He closed his eyes and opened them again after a few seconds. "I'm here to take you away and throw you into a lake of fire burning with sulfur and make you suffer eternal pain. .”
"You've been waiting for hundreds of years, so there's no need to rush, right?" With that said, Messika handed out the prophecy card on the side.
"I've seen this kind of trick of yours before." He said calmly, without putting the prophecy card in his eyes.
"Are you afraid? Afraid of revealing your fate?"
"A poor way to provoke generals." He shook his head, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "But I have never been afraid to look at my own destiny."
After saying that, he sat across from the long table and drew a prophecy card from Messiga's hand.
On the front of the card, there were two familiar figures painted on it. Messiga was stunned. She had only seen this card not long ago.
"Butch and Cecia." The person who said these words was not Messiga herself, but the person opposite her.
"I remember them fondly, and I think you do too, Messiga the Betrayer." He sighed and turned the card over.
Without waiting for Messiga's signal, he reached out again and drew another card from the card pile.
After turning over the prophecy card, a huge mushroom cloud leaped into view, and the flames below were blazing.
He looked carefully at the scene painted on the card, with a smile on his lips, and then turned the card over.
"That's wrong..." Messiga seemed to have discovered something and muttered to herself.
"What's wrong?" he asked casually, reaching out and pulling out another card from the card pile.
This time, there is no pattern covering the surface of the card. On the front of the prophecy card, there is just a special arched symbol, which is Omega, which symbolizes the end of everything.
Looking at the three prophecy cards he drew, this time, Messika finally realized the problem. Some of the cards he just drew were drawn by Rhodes and some by Inota not long ago.
Among them, the prophecy card that symbolized the Doomsday Judgment was cut out by Messiga herself, which undoubtedly told her something.
"Why is this happening?" Messiga covered her head. The purple crystal above her head flashed crazily, but no results were obtained.
"What exactly is bothering you?" Noticing Messiga's abnormality, he asked proudly, "Have you lost your mind just because you feel my fate?"
He stood up, walked around behind the long table, and said in Messika's ear: "You have seen my fate. I will impose the final judgment on the world. In the end, this world without God will be completely ended."
He covered the last prophecy card and gently put his hand on Messia's shoulder: "Are you ready to leave?"
His words came to her ears, and an inexplicable look flashed in Messika's eyes: "You mentioned God, how are you sure that He does not exist?"
His face darkened: "In order to serve God, I made supreme achievements in the holy war to drive out the aliens. Even so, I have never seen a real miracle that symbolizes God, let alone seen it. True God.”
"When I was thrown into hell and endured the burning fire of purgatory, God never appeared in front of me. Was it because He was pity for the feathers on his body and refused to spend a single bit of strength for me, or was it because He didn't exist at all from the beginning? ?”
He raised his head and spoke these words loudly, like a compassionate apostle questioning the injustices that had occurred.
"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to Him appearing in front of me and stopping all my actions. In this case, I can personally ask Him, where is He when I suffer and when my faith is shaken? Test it. Is my piety more important than enjoying my love?"
A strong momentum was released from his body. Messika trembled all over and could not say anything for a while. After a while, she asked: "What if... what if God never appears?"
His hands firmly grasped Messia's shoulder blades, but he didn't answer.
"Did you know? Not long ago, I discovered a man who opened my prophecy card, and what was revealed on the card was exactly the meaning of God."
Seemingly thinking of something, Messiga quickly added: "That's actually not accurate. To be precise, he has the potential to become a god."
"No one can become a god! Even I have never had such an idea." The man glared, and there was a burst of anger in his heart, and he immediately retorted.
Messika shook his head and sighed: "That's impossible to say... My destiny is to be thrown into a lake of fire burning with sulfur. I wanted to use his power to change my destiny, but I didn't achieve this. I just let it slip once and I got you here."
"If, just if, becoming a god is his destiny, will anything change?" The amethyst on top of Messiga's head flashed with light, and he whispered.
Seeing that the man behind him did not answer, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, Messiga took a long breath and let out a deep sigh: "After all these years, I have long known that such a day would come. You don't have to believe me. Everything, take me back to hell, Lucifer..."
"No, I'm suddenly interested in what you're talking about. What's that person's name?"
"Rhodes." Messiga answered.
"Rhode..." the man frowned and asked, "Where's your last name?"
"I don't know. He has never mentioned it to others. Maybe he doesn't have a last name at all." Messiga spread his hands, "But I have a hunch that you will see him soon."
"Okay, I'll take note of it," the man said slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, blazing flames ignited from his feet, and the Messika he touched disappeared into the light of the fire.
