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 in shame: "I don't know more about it than you. The only thing I know is that Wilbur Waterley may be dead long ago, and now he appears in front of us. This... thing is probably just covered in a human skin."

it?

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

In English, this term is generally used to describe things that are not humans or other than humans. 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 guardianship of heaven. It would be too rude to call me with this kind of vocabulary?" Wilbur, standing across a sinkhole, stood opposite. Under the sun's rays, instead of being insane, he was 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 the crisis is often 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 smell on your body, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael slowly stood up, and the golden hair fell down, covering his chest. The two proud mountain peaks, the slender white waists that can be gripped, even Lord couldn't help but look at them.

"You are wrong, the angel is crowned."

Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully and smiled relaxedly: "I am not acting, I am me, and I have never changed. Wilbur Waterley is me, and I am Wilbur Water. Thunder."

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

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth of the truth." Wilbur took two steps forward with a cane, looked up at the blue sky, raised his hand to block the dazzling light of the sun, slowly. Obtained: "Actually, I want to thank you, under the crown of a respected angel, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, or 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: "There are also fragments of the Spiritual Hell that fell here with me. This is one of the reasons that made it what it is now."

...... So 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 just found the key to open it. I saw the true God, He is not as high as you, but let In the endless emptiness, I have acquired the vast knowledge that I can't get in my entire life. That knowledge has 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 terrifying existence there are in those endless void and turbulent dimensions, they may give You are powerful, but they will always want you to ask for a reward, and that is a price you cannot bear!"

On this point, Lord agreed.

There are countless different dimensions in Marvel. 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 to 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.

"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 the choices of mankind." Michael hesitated and said: "If you encounter any difficulties and want to beg for help from the gods, then mankind will not have the progress it is today, let alone Created such a glorious civilization."

This explanation is quite far-fetched.

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

"Under the angel's crown, 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. He can't answer everyone's prayers, let alone satisfy everyone's prayers. It is just a stone statue in the church. "

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 suddenly shook.

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 made a weird smile on his lips: "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, glanced at it, and smiled: "Thanks to your willingness to listen to these things, I can perfect the 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, UU reading , but 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 put his pocket watch carefully into his arms, and then smiled and said, "Then please allow me to give a grand introduction to the other Wilbur Waterleys."

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

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

淅淅索索.....

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 has receded, 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, and some are wearing police uniforms...Each body type has heights and lows, males and females, and old ones. Few, but the strangest part is that everyone has Wilbur Waterley's face.

A rough count, there are at least a thousand people!

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

"Now...the ascension begins!"

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

"NS......"

Lord was stunned, and he was really miserable!

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