Boom! ! !
Just when Wilbur was about to devour Michael and directly complete his plan to become a god, he heard a burst of earth-shattering thunder above his head.
Roaring thunder rolled in, tearing apart the dark and thick clouds, and the roar of some kind of giant beast resounded throughout the sky for a while.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur suddenly raised his head, showing a shocked expression: "Isn't he... that man... trapped by the Weeping Angel?"
next moment!
The extremely brilliant thunder that destroyed all evil spirits was like a golden meteorite from the sky. It dragged a thousand-meter-long gorgeous fireworks, cut through the dark and thick night, and crashed into the factory.
boom----
This steel factory, full of cruelty and blood, was shattered by a huge shock wave almost in an instant. The supporting beams and structures collapsed, and the huge kinetic energy hit the surface, smashing every inch of land within sight into powder and then lifting. To an altitude of 100 meters!
The entire city of Newcastle was caught in an eight-magnitude earthquake, and countless huge cracks spread like a dense spider web.
Look at Wilbur's position again.
The golden lightning beam penetrated from the surface of the earth to the depths of the earth in one breath, leaving a sinkhole with a diameter of tens of meters.
One blow shook the mountains and rivers and collapsed the earth.
Looking around within a few thousand meters, the topography and landforms were completely changed by this blow!
In ruins.
Next to the huge sinkhole created by the thunder, the sacred Seraph wings were wrapped in a ball. The outer feathers were spotless and as white as jade. Even though they had withstood the aftermath of the previous blow, there was still no trace of any scars.
As the aftermath gradually disappeared, the wings of the sacred Seraph slowly unfolded, revealing Michael and Constantine inside. Fortunately, they seemed uninjured.
Although this dazzling archangel has lost most of his power after being trapped for many days, he is still a high-level seraph after all. At the moment before the lightning strike, he decisively used his seraph wings to wrap her and Constantine Inside.
Seraph wings are the source of power given to angels by God. Even if they cannot use the sacred power in them, their tenacity alone is comparable to that of an artifact. The aftermath of the current lightning strike is more than enough.
Without the cover of the factory roof, the dense rainstorm in the sky suddenly fell, mixed with a bit of bone-chilling coldness. Fresh air poured into the nose, no longer the disgusting smell of blood.
However, the thunder continued and even intensified. The sky shrouded by dark clouds was filled with dancing silver snakes for a while. Countless lightning bolts and thunder roared, pulling out branch-like traces, as if the sky was torn apart.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Thunder roared and the wind howled.
Looking into the dark night sky, golden ripples slowly rippled.
Roaring thunder surged through the dark clouds like a torrent, and thick rings of flames exploded and boiled one after another, turning most of the night sky into bright red, just like the scene of burning clouds.
A thin figure was bathed in the mighty thunder, like a high god, approaching with endless pressure.
Wherever it goes, the dark clouds recede!
Even the torrential rain seemed to be afraid of that majestic figure. As the gorgeous flames gathered into a tide, sweeping from the east, the rain gradually became smaller and then disappeared.
Newcastle, which has been shrouded in heavy rain all year round, finally showed its dazzling light at this moment.
Yes...He's coming!
Michael raised his slender gooseneck, his emerald green pupils reflected like a mirror, and the majestic figure from far to near revealed a hint of joy from the heart.
The warm sunshine shone down, bringing her a long-lost warmth. It was a warmth she had never felt since arriving here.
"I'm not too late."
A ray of light cast by the sun shone through the ruins of the factory and onto the man's face. Those blue eyes were quiet and steady, giving people an indescribable sense of peace of mind.
"Not early... but not late either."
Michael looked up and stared at the man in front of him, feeling a little sad in his heart. He pursed his thin pink lips and raised a quiet smile: "We haven't seen each other for a year, and you have become stronger... Lord Carr.”
"you know me?"
Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at this angel with curiosity. Anyone who had seen such a beautiful female angel would be deeply impressed.
But unfortunately, he didn't have the slightest impression, nor could he remember where he had seen such a blazing angel.
Gabriel...is the exception.
In Lord's aesthetics, Gabriel is definitely not a beauty. At most, he can only be called a beauty, which fits the definition of angelic neutrality.
"I forgot......"
Michael lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembling, and a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes: "You don't remember me now."
After hearing this, Lord's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression seemed a little strange. He looked at the disappointed Michael, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.
Fortunately, Michael lowered his head at the moment and did not notice his expression.
"It's exactly what you said..."
Lord quickly returned to normal. After pondering for a moment, he replied: "There is something wrong with my memory. It seems to be related to the situation here. Since you are Seraph, can you tell me what happened here?"
"Although I really want to tell you the whole story, that guy doesn't seem willing to wait." Michael did not answer him directly, but raised his hand and pointed to the back, where an illusory figure stood unknown.
"Sure enough, it appeared again."
Lord couldn't help but sigh, pinched his painful eyebrows, looked at the man with a calm face, and said: "Killing one after another, are you a human or a cockroach?"
He was wearing a long, slim-fitting suit with a windbreaker on top. His curly brown hair was neatly combed back with pomade. He wore expensive leather handmade shoes on his feet, and he was leaning on a gorgeous cane inlaid with gold wire in his right hand. Exuding an aristocratic temperament from the upper class from the inside out, this is obviously another Wilbur Whateley.
He can be 100% sure...
Wilbur, who had just been struck by lightning and fell to the bottom of the pit, was now completely dead. It could be said that there was not even a scum left.
Wilbur, who was hacked to death by...that guy before, is also unlikely to be resurrected again.
The person who appeared in front of them now was the second Wilbur Whateley he had ever seen.
Even the most stupid and slow-minded person can feel that something is strongly wrong at this time. After all, no matter what level it is, it is impossible for Wilbur Whateley to have so many individuals!
Is it...a clone?
Lord thought to himself, but quickly denied his opinion.
One advantage of being a god of death is that he can directly observe the soul state of the other party. In the Wilbur Whateley he saw, no matter which soul state he saw, he was intact and showed no signs of reduction or weakness.
This means that Wilbur Whateley is not a clone.
Every Wilbur Whateley who appears in front of them is the real 'him'!
But then, a paradox appears.
Since the souls are intact and show no signs of division, how can the three Wilbur Whateleys be explained?
