Angel on earth

Micah, who had just stood up, screamed and fell to the ground again.Aaron slowly let go of Yana and looked at the blurred black-gold giant.Mikhail struggled to get up, but found a strange force coming from the section under his feet, and he saw his own reflection in it.

"Micah! Micah! My dearest and kindest brother!" Isabella turned wildly, all glittering with gems and gold and silver, like a shattered piece of stained glass.She cried out against the dust and the wind:

"I know it's you, haha! That's right, do you think you and Joshua's tricks can be hidden from me? It was Rollins and Hill who ambushed you. After you rescued Aaron, you couldn't even step into the city of Lieyang. To be able to lie in the Garden of Nations and watch all of us fall to this point! I won’t kill you, I want you to save Aaron, and you will definitely let him live, right? How terrible it is to live! Hahahaha! Will it be different this time? Come back! My brother! This is also your chance to redeem your sins!"

"However," her expression and voice suddenly became serious again, appearing disgusted and exhausted, "Is a man like Azaria who is self-righteous for fame and fame worthy of killing you? Sihekiah missed it. ——Ah, I Forgot, he was indeed blind during his lifetime, and Yana snatched one of his eyes after his death..."

Aaron had to stop Micah, blushing and locked his upper body, but the red-haired saint kicked his legs in the air and roared hoarsely: "You never told me that, Yana! You Do you know? Did you know? Did you know? Aaron, what about you?! Why didn't anyone tell me?! Only me all these years-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He cried and howled, pulling his hair incoherently.Distant family affection and hatred could not hurt him to such an extent, but as a fanatical believer and a loyal vessel that all gods shy away from, he began to collapse from the inside out the moment he entered the Pantheon.

Amidst the roaring and screaming of the collapse, Aaron felt a strange peace.For a few moments, he even felt that they had already won, or they would have won.He looked at Jana, who baptized himself as a baby, like a father looks at his beloved daughter; he didn't look at Mikhail, he could bear any harm to Mikhail, but Yana could not die in the here.

Otherwise, as Azariah said, even if Mikhail leaves with him, heart and soul will stay.

Isabella waved her arms and scythe and laughed loudly:

"I love you, Arnold, you are the one who loves me the most! I love you, Candy Kane, you are my best friend! I love you, Micah, you are my best friend. Wonderful friend! I love you Sisi, you are a wonderful father to us all! I love you Maria, you always make me happy! I love you, Jonathan, you are a lovely gentleman! I love you, Anna, you are a lovely daughter! I haven't forgotten you, Matthew, I wanted to protect you too!"

"I love you too, Aaron! I love you both, Brass Snake is our best brother, and you, I've always thought of you as my own child..."

"I love you the most, Mikhail! Of course I hate you too, I'm jealous of you! You were born with everything, of course you are capable and qualified to do good, and there will be more before you do anything People give everything for you! But I, I am also willing, just because there are people like you in this world..."

The hands of the headless harvest god finally closed.Those palms with flakes of stone flakes and shining soft light are as young and beautiful as a young man who seldom works. They swiftly passed over Joshua's head, grasped the dragon spear "Spirit of Wisdom", and swung the body of the gun neatly, To pierce his own vanished head into Isabella's proud chest.

Joshua let out a long sigh of relief, his hair turned gray immediately, and he lost his strength, falling like a feather into the ruins on the ground.

Mikhail stared blankly at the dragon gun standing still in front of him, brushing past his head, and in a strange way, he raised his hands and smeared his blood on the gun.

He seemed to hear a sigh of satisfaction, and the strangely colored light spots scattered by the exhausted "spirit of wisdom" fell on the top of his head, like a hug that fell on him through hundreds of years.

The pillars of the gods at the bottom of the Pantheon exploded one after another, and gradually shattered and collapsed; Ivan Kupala was torn apart at Mikhail's feet, and slowly disappeared into ashes; Isabella asked softly:

"...Are you here to save me, Father?"

The three heads at the top of "Kanova" screamed sharply at the same time, and were reduced to ashes in the flames, and the heavy scythe dropped to the ground.At the last moment, Isabella's pure, innocent, and contented expression like a girl still came to her senses, and she smiled at something unknown:

"No. I have no father. I have no mother. She has no father, no mother, no relatives, no friends, no husband, no sons. She is water without root, fire without source, soil without foundation, soil without cloud. The whirlwind; the end is approaching, and He will descend as a god..."

She raised her chin slightly majesticly, folded her hands in front of her belly, and slowly disappeared in an increasingly narrow space.

Holding the unconscious Yana in one hand and the weeping Micah in the other, Aaron stepped on the falling rocks in the air lightly and nimbly, and rushed outside.This is not difficult, half of the dome of the Pantheon has completely collapsed, exposing the gorgeous spring sky like fireworks.

Then he saw the holy mountain, and the brand-new monastery standing on the top of the holy mountain, and the blizzard raged around the holy mountain, rushing, and rolling down.

The unprovoked illusion of calm was suddenly shattered.He stood on a flat section, his lips were pale, and the gemstone he swallowed was beating more fiercely than his heart, almost making him want to kneel down and vomit.He turned around, and a hoarse "Mikhail" was drowned in the continuous, violent and dull roar that had been going on since a few minutes ago.

He saw it.Countless vampires woke up from the ice and slavery, left the prison and took to the streets full of confusion and joy as if they had passed away.They are thin and ragged, their black robes, dried blood and gloomy faces, together with the black-clothed believers in mourning, formed an endless, slowly creeping black tide on the broken streets.

In his left elbow, Micah smirked.

"Father, father... Am I not strong enough? Am I not strong enough? Now you see... Have you seen it? Sihika, Aaron..."

Although it wasn't the "brass serpent" that Micah had in mind, Aaron saw it.

The section where his feet perched precariously on a post was as smooth as the neck of the Harvest God not so long ago.

Micah, the most violent adjudicator under the throne of the Sun God, the sword he slashed against Ivan Kupala not only cut off the head of the God of Harvest, but also cut the dome of the Pantheon Mountain!Now, amid the tremors of all the lands and seas of the world, the 6000-meter-high sacred mountain is falling!

Aaron looked down at Micah in a daze, unable to speak a word.But when he wasn't paying attention, Mikhail gave a low snort, threw himself at the crown of thorns in the air, grabbed it and put it on top of his head.

Aaron looked up suddenly, his eyes widening in horror.

Mikhail was transformed into a golden, burning god.He has a crown of thorns on his head, a lance on his back, a long sword hanging from his waist, and his bare feet stepping on the ground.The golden giant ran towards the holy mountain. It became taller and hotter, and it became almost as tall as the holy mountain in a few moments. "Prayer" pierces the top of the mountain from top to bottom, and turns the command of "fixation" into a law to restrain the holy mountain that is about to collapse.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

At his feet, the vampire uttered an extremely miserable scream.Just as Joshua climbed out of the ruins of the Pantheon, he was hit by Micah and Yana who fell from the sky. He watched Aaron frantically plunge into the burning fire.

What burned on Mikhail's body was the pure sun's divine fire, and the most fanatical and powerful saint Micah at that time almost couldn't bear the burning of just its backlash.But Aaron, who is neither a vampire nor a human, waved his arms in despair and roared at him. All living creatures, from spirit to flesh, screamed in the flames. Only he laughed when he saw it with any devil The rude way of rolling around makes a seductive sound:

"Mikhail! Mikhail! Mikhail! Abandon them! Tell them to die! People are always going to die, Lieyang City has enjoyed enough, do you want to send them to hell? Stop, come back, break it! Mikhail! Mine! Mine! Mine!"

He walked in the fire, happily hugging the newly formed steel heels, and pressed his forehead, eyes, cheeks—his whole body to it, as if he was already madly cold.His skin was injured and peeled off, and a new layer grew out immediately, the soft skin almost grew together with that piece of steel; he could no longer make a sound, because the scorching flame burned through his trachea, his heart and every muscle. It was as warm as when he leaned against Mikhail once.

But he still said:

"Misha, Misha, I give you back all this, all of your human blood that I drank. Let me take you away, let me take you away, far away from here, to your father and mother hometown..."

Until Mikhail returned to his original height and temperature, and threw down the shattered and destroyed crown of thorns to be held in his arms, he was still neighing indiscriminately.

"Aaron." Mikhail's blue-purple eyes, which were deeper than the starry sky and brighter than the ocean, drooped, "They all left."

Aaron heard nothing.

His restored hands left ten thin streaks of blood on the boy's cheeks, and Mikhail could hardly make out what he was talking about.In fact, before he managed to make a sound, Mikhail was so exhausted that he closed his eyes and fell asleep on top of him.

He uttered the same frenzied voice in a low, constant voice:

"Choose me."

"I, I, I, I, I, I...Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron—"