116 St. Angel Dawson

"I remember you."

The moment this piece of hell was shattered, Satan appeared silently in front of Bulkathos.

As this small piece of hell was shattered, his figure and his origin were like a cracked porcelain, and his body was gradually scattered in this place.

"Then you'd better take all your friends with you, you're too far away."

Satan is dying. After he is reborn from hell, he has to go through a long journey to collect the fragments of hell that belong to him.

After Satan is reborn with the help of hell, he is no longer a hell lord.

After losing the power of this dimension, he can only slowly seize power like a new demon.

Although he still has the authority of hell, he is no longer qualified to be called the hell lord like Mephisto and others.

In hell, being weak is a mistake.

"You can't always protect those guys."

Satan looked calm, as if he didn't take this extinction to heart. For Satan, who has existed for countless years, a temporary failure is nothing.

It was just the starting point of his long career.

Losing this dimension only brought him back to the beginning. He believed that he could do better than last time.

"Barbarians never shrink from fighting."

Bul-Kathos pulled up the Hammer of Judgment from the ground with both hands, and then looked at Satan.

This guy's performance finally had a bit of the spirit of the devil of hell, and he was no longer the kind of idiot who would only stay behind the scenes.

Strength will give birth to self-confidence, but the self-confidence given birth to is like an inflated balloon that will burst with a poke.

Only after losing strength, the belief that still fills the body is the foundation of the strong.

The real strong will fail, but will not be defeated!

In Satan's view, Bul-Kathos's eyes seemed to be looking for where to make the final blow.

The face of this hell lord bloomed with a slightly crazy smile, as always, as if he was high above.

"Pure than angels, more powerful than demons to destroy everything. I am curious about what your soul will look like."

Satan laughed more and more crazily.

The Barbarians have been growing up in the flames of war since their birth. To this day, no one knows how many Barbarians have died in the battle.

No one on Mount Harrogath will stop for the sacrifice of the warriors, but will continue to step onto the battlefield full of gunpowder and sulfur.

Although they will be sad, painful, and disappointed. But no barbarian will ever regret their choice.

Whether they become a blacksmith, a doctor, or even a coward and escape from the battle, or die in the demon army the next moment.

No one has ever regretted their choice.

Barbarians have never regretted it, and never shrunk from fate!

They exist in the way they want, and keep moving forward according to their goals, one after another!

For the sake of survival, justice and fairness, Nephalem has continued the existence of mankind from insignificance to this day.

The prophets foresaw the destruction of Mount Arreat, but no one has ever left that place.

Madok could see the ending before the battle, but he still chose to die in front of the gate of Mount Harrogath.

Bulkaiso will provide shelter to his people, provided that they need it themselves.

Satan's threats are nothing but useless nonsense in Bulkaiso's eyes.

"So, strong man, what is your name?"

Satan put away his madness and used his last strength to restore himself to his original appearance.

The pure white suit is neat and tidy, and his slightly fat body stands straight.

His eyes are blurred, and there is no sincerity or cunning.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth make him look like a real gentleman.

Lucifer, the real name of Satan.

At this time, he looks more like an angel than Gabriel and Manny before.

Lucifer waved his hand to sweep the ashes formed by the fragments on his body, and glanced at the wound on his waist.

"Bulkaiso, remember this name! Devil!"

Bulkaiso raised the hammer of judgment in his hand and smashed it down on Lucifer's head.

"Next time I see you, I won't be so miserable."

Lucifer's voice disappeared with the collapse of the dimension and the destruction of his body.

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"Okay, angel. Now you should go back to the hot spring and take a good bath. After washing, wait for your Lord's call."

Constantine turned into a panda-eyed man again. The black eye that Rumlow gave him the day before disappeared under the recovery of the blood bottle.

But the blow after drinking the blood bottle still turned into dark circles on his face.

Constantine walked to Manny with his head held high and stretched out a hand to "gently" poke the wound on Manny's waist.

"You know, angel! This feeling is called pain."

Constantine looked at Manny in front of him with a smile. He had long wanted to find a way to send this angel who was paying attention to him back to heaven.

"Angel, is our faith so unbearable in your eyes? Is our piety just the price of sacrifice in your eyes?"

Angel, who had been leading in the corner, walked to Gabriel, whose figure was still a little unstable, and glanced at the broken wing.

"Your faith has always been needed by heaven, but not every human being deserves salvation. I still think so."

Gabriel looked very embarrassed. Gabriel, whose power was taken away by Manny, was not much different from the girl in front of him.

"God is God, God is love, and this should not be restricted or classified!"

Angel tried to speak in a steady tone, but her trembling body also told of her unrest.

"When you use faith as a bargaining chip to seek help, you are no longer the devout lamb of the Lord."

Gabriel closed his eyes and spoke softly.

Matthew faced Gabriel to get the direction, as if he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head to wipe the hand axe on his waist.

Luke was not interested in this philosophical debate. He just lowered his head and looked at the complete kidney at that moment, as if he wanted to know the difference between the angel's kidney and the human kidney.

Rumlow took out the camera, took pictures of the traces on the ground, and then adjusted the parameters of the camera, deliberately taking a few pictures that could not see anything clearly.

After all, angels and demons are all supernatural things, so it is normal that they cannot be photographed.

He left some evidence so that he could report back to Nick Fury.

Then he could take these things to Pierce to let him know about the mysterious realm.

These are not things that mutants and cyborgs can explain, they are theology.

"From the moment faith becomes an exchange, it has affected heaven. Just like the angel over there."

Gabriel pointed at Manny.

"I know this, power breeds ambition?"

Luke finally heard what he could say, and looked up and said.

"That's right."

Gabriel raised his head and said softly.

"God is God, God is love!"

Angel said firmly, and a pure halo appeared on her body.

This halo did not pass through heaven, but directly descended into this world.

Gabriel opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Angel with an incredible look.

"You can be called Saint Angel Dawson from now on."

Ancient One held Manny's wings in his hand, pulled off the longest feather and handed it to Angel.

After humans exchanged faith for shelter, heaven had long been in chaos.

That God left heaven a long time ago, and there was no news of him. Everything after that was handled by heaven itself.

This was the first human recognized by God that Gabriel had seen in the hundreds of years since he came to the world.

"That's it, the farce should end."

Ancient One put away the butcher knife in his hand, and then crushed Manny into ashes with a wave of his hand.

"Ah, dear Supreme Sorcerer, can I be your apprentice?"

Constantine walked to Ancient One with a sneer.