Angel on earth

He covered his face, tears kept flowing from between his fingers, and his bare fingertips were trembling:

"Aunt Alice, let's go. Misha and I lead the church people away, whether it's a priest or a soldier...you will see. Don't take the elevator, lock the door of the stairwell hall, and you can delay it for a while Time... There is a suitcase underneath, I don't know if it is broken, Patricia and the others are inside, Jeremy and Aunt Anne have escaped, I hope you can...see you."

He covered his eyes with his sleeve, and was grabbed by the arm of Mikhail, who was full of resentment, and walked out. He soon encountered a patrol team, and Mikhail deliberately let one go, and let the man see clearly their faces.Edwards roared as he followed Mikhail: "That's not the case! What can Isabella do alone? Even if she wants us to die, we will sacrifice Isaac like Abraham. Why is she doing this?!"

He yelled madly, like a burning candle: "Misha! Misha! Why did you save me?!"

"Because I love you." Mikhail picked him up, stepped on the stone fence, and jumped lightly onto the opposite roof, "I love you, so I want to save you. Maybe you don't I understand, it's okay, I don't understand either..."

"What's the point?" Edwards asked.

Mikhail didn't know what he was referring to. He squatted down and punched the flat stone roof, protecting his head and falling from the sky amidst the rubble. Immediately, he blushed and screamed "I'm sorry", and fled: he In a moment of impatience, I forgot that this is the place where nuns clean their bodies before worship!

Edwards held him tight, not knowing what he was saying or what he meant, just a sudden sense of relief, like lying in a soft bed in the Emerald City, with the maid cleaning the floor and blankets, and stuffing the pillow with lavender and astragalus , It's like sleeping in the forest, walking all the way to go, and ascending to heaven with parents and brothers in the burning cemetery.

He raised his head, Mikhail's mandible was set in a serious and sacred arc, trembling eyelashes and eyes without pupils formed the phantom of the seraphim who came down to meet them.

"We're going to grab the Philosopher's Stone, we're going to set the whole monastery on fire, we're going to kill Isabella right now!" Mikhail strode through the corridors and aisles, smashing Stone carvings, lighting murals, overturning whale oil candles and pouring them on the embroidered carpet, "You still have Mr. Harry, don't you? There is no Christine, but maybe the Philosopher's Stone can save him! A word from God the Father will do." To keep people alive, His flesh and blood should be more! Mr. Edwards, please don't give up!"

On this morning before the sun had risen, it seemed that the bad luck of the whole world was making way for the saint of the sun god.He killed countless soldiers, monks, deacons, priests and even nuns. The blood of his former brothers and sisters overflowed the corridor and flowed like a waterfall into the garden.

They didn't meet a single saint, but the saints did hunt them, only to miss the two demons forever.

Not far from the top of the holy mountain hangs a colorful star river, with brutal flames sweeping through it, which is the vision from the official battle between Joshua and Micah.

The anger of the saints made the divine bell tower and the glorious dome in the center of the monastery tremble and shake. Mikhail felt Isabella's spear "Canova" among countless weapons, but she had not been able to lock him; he Hearing Ethan's roar, "Pride is before corruption, and madness is before falling![5]", he staggered a step, smashed a pillar sideways and slammed into a pillar to straighten himself up before falling; Gabriel, who was able to The "spring spring" that melted a city spread to his feet several times, and Jonathan sang ancient and magnificent poems like a black dragon, squeezing the entire area where he was.

Mikhail was in a hurry.In his eyes, people's faces and limbs were distorted like an illusion, and the whole space evolved towards a silent, paper-like flatness, but the young man in his arms did not respond at all.He realized that the narrow gate was nearby, and that mortals should not have the honor of being greeted by the kingdom of heaven, but Mikhail cursed:

"Go away! Go away! I will save him! I will save him! I will send you all to hell!"

The deformed space tore his body like mountains, his footsteps became heavier and heavier, he was out of breath after speaking a few words, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes and ran wildly.His shoulder and thigh were shot with arrows, and his back and calf were cut by Hill's sharp blade, bleeding gurglingly. At this moment, his most vivid thought turned out to be too wasteful!Edwards seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, his eyes widened, and he screamed, "Don't run away, don't run away Misha! Let me go! I won't go with you—Misha! Misha!"

Mikhail held him stubbornly and jumped into a room.He doesn't recognize all the saints of the Second Jihad, but this is Isabella's bedroom, and there's a little confessional in it, where she keeps all her important things, including the sanctuary key, which he went to with her when she was a child Sanctuary Ornamental Collection.Before the third jihad, each saint had a key to the Sanctuary, but after the Philosopher’s Stone was stolen, this system was abolished, and instead, two saints held the key every year, which was rotated every seven years. It was the turn of Mikhail and Anna.

He put Edwards on the chair and knelt down on the ground.He opened his mouth, his chest heaved violently, and the saliva and sweat dripped into the cashmere carpet.Edwards knelt beside him, glanced at the door, stroked his back, helped him up vigorously, looked into his eyes and shouted sharply:

"Relax! Misha, relax! Take a deep breath—"

Mikhail's heart was beating faster and faster, he grabbed his hand and staggered towards the confession room, for fear that he would abandon himself to distract the pursuers.Above the confessional hangs an icon of a man with soft, curly brown hair and jewel-green eyes, gazing tenderly and mournfully at the two thieves below.Mikhail punched and punched, smashing all the cabinets and secret compartments, grabbed a brass key and Edwards' hand, and walked towards the hidden door in the bedroom.

How strange, there should be an aisle leading to the shining dome at the back, and the exit is an essay by Leonardo di Siena, it should not be the gallery of thousands of mirrors!But Mikhail couldn't think anymore, his head was congested with blood, his eyes were dim, and he could only hold Edwards' hand and the key of the sanctuary tightly, their shadows and blood passed through the light and silence to the gates of the sanctuary, to the Philosopher's Stone and the land of Canaan flowing with milk and honey!

Mikhail unlocked the door and turned the key.The two gold-clad doors made of cedar wood were too heavy, and he had to let go of Edwards's hand temporarily. The veins on his arms were bulging, and he arched his back to pull them away.But before he could turn around, he was kicked into the crack of the door. Edwards slammed the door hard, and the bloody knife tip pierced through the wooden door and reached Mikhail's forehead.The stone bricks under his feet disappeared, and it took only a moment for him to realize that this was not the door of the sanctuary, no knife could pierce the door of the sanctuary, this was the narrow door behind the Pantheon!

There was silence in the Pantheon, and everyone was stunned.

The next moment, the sound of Mikhail slamming on the wooden door crazily sounded in the empty hall.

He slammed on the wooden door without a lock or handle, quickly clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, and hit his arms like two battering rams. The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible amidst the continuous impact, but he didn't realize it , just kept beating, beating, beating, tears were everywhere on that distorted face, falling together with the blood on his fist, he clenched his teeth trying to squeeze out all the future from the cracks in his undeveloped bones Power, O God our sun god Mithras in heaven my father put me in let me save him I give you everything I beg you save your ignorant—!

The Sun Knight is unarmed, using every bone in his body to charge towards the past history, but the Narrow Gate is completely different from its creator, without the slightest sympathy, standing there motionless, even stingy with alms for a raised sawdust.Mikhail's slender palms, straight shoulders, white forehead, and round knees were all helpless. Finally, he knelt in front of the door and breathed heavily. His broken fingers scratched ten bloodstains on the ground, and there was no place on his body. No pain, just the smell of blood in my chest.

It was not until another candle burned out that Mikhail Kupala uttered his first desperate cry,

Behind him, the four saints who had been waiting for a long time came forward, the Pope also got up and took off the crown, and they bowed to him in unison.Two hours ago they saw a proud and conceited Mikhail walk through the narrow gate in armor, and now they saw a sincere and repentant Mikhail come out, all new, wearing the clothes that God the Father had put on. white robe.At this moment, Mikhail was closer to heaven than anyone else in the world.

The female idol in front of the door made a cracking sound, as if crying for Mikhail's cry.

Under the surprised gazes, the stone statue shattered inch by inch, and the gems and aphorisms inlaid on her body crashed to the ground.Her child lay on the ground like a dog, with tears, snot and blood all over his face, and the stones fell on him and turned into soft and fragrant pansies, like the embrace of a mother he never had.

Mikhail prostrated himself at the door instead of his mother for a whole year.All military operations of the church were stopped, and the Pope issued an oracle, asking people not to fight for three years and six months, and offer joy and prayers for the return of God the Father.He and the saints gather in the Pantheon every day, and sometimes everyone is silent, only Constant's sacred, ethereal, slightly joyful voice recites the Sun God's tome.

A year later, all the living saints returned from various places.As if waking up from a long dream, Mikhail stood up and looked at his brothers and sisters with fresh anger and tears on his face.

Hill, Rollins, Constant, Ethan, Matthew, Isabella, Jonathan, Jasmine, Stanley, Anna, and Gregory, with their sculptural and unified smiles, no one could Did not speak.

Gregory put his own three-fold crown on his head, and Jasmine in human form wiped the blood from his face with a blue-green veil on her bare feet. Arrived at Morning Star Lake.They asked him to wash his body with soap and his feet with ointment, presented him with a new white robe, and took him back to the monastery.He was surrounded and walked up to the highest room of the Divine Will Bell Tower, standing still in front of a painting, and then the pope led the saints away, the door and stairs were locked heavily, and eleven imprisonment spells vibrated like ripples.

Mikhail stared blankly at the oil painting by Alphonse Tarikh.In his later years, all the enthusiasm and anger of that white man was wiped out. The holy mountain and monastery in the picture were snow-flying, silent as a dead baby, and Talih's own brushwork disappeared under the whip's pursuit of "truth".

After the three major doors were locked, Mikhail lowered his head and spread out his left hand that had been tightly clenched all along.

In the palm lay a dull brass key.

The author says:

The next chapter is still the same... The Adventures of Misha.Eighteen chapters, he finally wants to know his wife's name (hello)