Chapter 593

Chapter 593 the attraction of the silver haired angels

Nowitzki suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He asked the four winged angel, "may I ask your angel, what do we need to pay?"

The four winged angel said: "the son of light is about to come to this world, and he will become the leader of the angel army to guide the earth's civilization. However, the arrival of the son of light needs a price. Therefore, we need sacrifices and a lot of life as sacrifices. There are 3.25 million people here. In addition to meeting the needs of the coming of the son of light, many people can be left to become children of light The Legion under your seat. "

Nowitzki's heart was cold: "sacrifice, you also need a lot of life as a sacrifice?"

Sacrifice is too common. Any qualified divine civilization seems to master such skills, which seems to have become a necessary requirement for the arrival of the strong.

When he heard that they needed sacrifices, Nowitzki's heart was cold. Could it be said that the army of angels he had worked so hard to establish would eventually become the sacrifice of the son of light?

No, he can't take it!

"I don't know what you're talking about, but we're all fighters of a fighting nation, and we're not going to be the sacrifice of the son of light that you're talking about," he said sharply

The four winged angel gave a smile, and then the light on her body began to converge and said, "I am not asking for your consent. I just want to inform you. After all, you are the most loyal servant of the true God. You have made great contributions to spread the glory of your body. To inform you once also represents our affirmation of your contribution."

When the glory of the four winged angel converged, Nowitzki finally saw his true face: "Wes norrain, you are the leader of the pseudo Angel army!"

Then, he looked at the "angels" around him, and an absurd guess inevitably appeared in his heart: "these are your pseudo Angel Legion disguised."

Because he had preconceived ideas before, he didn't think of it. Moreover, the true faces of these angels were covered by the holy light, and his heart was full of crazy ideas. There was no room for reason at all.

Now that he has seen the silver haired angel vestorean, the leader of the false angel, can he not guess the truth of everything?

He just felt a chill freezing his fingertips, and began to transmit to his body: "this, all this is your conspiracy, all this is your arrangement?"

If this is true, then he will become a criminal of the fighting nation.

Visnorrain shook his head and said, "no, it's not me who arranges this. It's you. I just give you a chance to go on the right path. But it's you who lead the fighting nation out of the sea of misery and onto this bright road."

Hearing the affirmation of the silver haired angel, Nowitzki felt his teeth tremble. He reluctantly let himself say in a loud voice: "don't accept these forces. Stop now."

However, his voice has not been heard by anyone, or no one has made any response to his voice.

After two shouts, he could not speak.

Looking at the people kneeling under his feet, he only felt that this was no longer a fighting nation, they had become a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

But it was himself who made it all.

The silver haired angel said, "it's useless. The arrival of the son of light can't be stopped. Of course, if you can kill everyone in a short time, there may be a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, you can only witness the arrival of the son of light with me."

Nowitzki suddenly said, "why didn't you kill my mind? If you can not erase my mind, can others still retain it? "

The silver haired angel said: "I will not erase anyone's mind. God's will will will come to everyone, awaken their deep desire, and expel some unnecessary emotions from them. It will turn the unqualified life into a good soul, but you are excellent originally, so there is no need for any change."

It sounds like a compliment to Nowitzki, more than any satire in the world.

There is no need for any change, that is to say, to bury the whole fighting nation as a sacrifice to the son of light is entirely out of his own will, not because his mind is affected.

Such a conclusion made him more miserable and desperate.

The silver haired angel said, "these offerings have been prepared too much. Your performance is far beyond my expectation, so now I will give you a reward on behalf of the true God. The son of light is about to come and guide the earth's civilization to the light. His seat needs some talents. With your credit, you can be the commander in chief of the army. "

Nowitzki gave a bleak smile: "let me be the commander-in-chief of the Legion, will you still rest assured of my self-consciousness?"

The silver haired angel said: "of course, the spirit will not change anyone's will. It will only wake up the original idea in one's heart. Your will does not need any change, because after you become the commander-in-chief of the Legion, you can continue to serve as the commander-in-chief of the fighting nation. All your legions will be composed of soldiers of fighting nations. How much prestige can be won by all of them You has the final say. "Nowitzki was shocked. He was clearly a sinner of the fighting nation. However, in the eyes of the false angel, he became a meritorious official. Now the other side didn't want him to pay any price, so he became the commander-in-chief of the regiment.

Is he going to promise?

When he hesitated, some thoughts involuntarily appeared in his mind: even if they became angels, they would still be the angels of the fighting nation. It is better to let them become the servants of others than to let them become their own subordinates and retain the dignity of the fighting nation.

Then, he thought about the matter of free will. Can a fighting nation be regarded as a fighting nation without its own self-consciousness?

But the idea only appeared for a moment, and he found a solution for himself: since I can retain the sense of autonomy, some of them should be able to do it, and the rest just need to obey the order, there is no need to care too much. And when my strength grows stronger, I may be able to find a way to restore their minds, or I can infuse the fighting nation's spirit into their minds.

At the thought, he was not only excited by his wit.

The silver haired Angel urged, "answer quickly! Otherwise, we will choose other candidates as the commander-in-chief of the angel army of the fighting nation

Nowitzki was half kneeling on the ground with his right hand close to his heart: "I would like to be the vanguard under the seat of the son of light, to fight for the true God, for the light, for the glory of the fighting nation."