The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Quote: "Without the cessation of war, at least two-thirds of the human race on Earth would die."

Jiang Bai Pingcuo was a little surprised: "So this move is for human beings? This god who holds the sword of Damocles has great love and is on the side of human beings? Then why didn't he deal with Samuel himself?"

Wu Lan shook her head: "He just prefers a human being, and the day an epic and magnificent script is performed, it needs the audience and thunderous applause."

Jiang Bai Pingcuo couldn't understand, and Wu Lan shrugged: "I don't understand either, the gods and gods are talking about it, it's the sequelae of Huang Jiang talking too much with the gods of Canaan."

As soon as the words fell, a shell grazed Wu Lan's cheek, hit the Transcendent behind her, and exploded. The huge impact sent Wu Lan flying about ten meters away, and the fragments pierced her back, dripping with blood instantly.

Wulan plunged the sword into the ground to ease the momentum, a one-eyed six-winged horror angel flashed above her head, and aimed at Wulan and threw a white beam of light. The attack took place within a few seconds, and she had no time to dodge, her pupils constricted, It reflects a white light that destroys the sky and destroys the earth.

In the next moment, his eyes went dark, and his body was pulled away by a force. Wu Lan raised his head and saw Jiang Bai Pingcuo who was kneeling on the ground. His eyes moved from his mountain-like rigid back to the smooth cut arm.

This old and vigorous legendary boss has experienced countless disasters in his life and was able to save himself from danger, but he lost most of his arms in order to save the younger generation.

When illuminated by the beam like a particle weapon, any substance can be reduced to ashes, let alone a mortal body?

The dark blue eyes were bloodshot, and he drew his sword and attacked the angel that was flying like a locust. He had no tricks, and exhausted all his sword and knife skills like crazy. The angel was crushed, leaving a deep impression on the ground and buildings. Mark of.

At this moment, the bell of the cathedral rang three times in a row, when!when!when!The minute and hour hands are at twelve o'clock—the final game is over. Both humans and the Holy See army are losers, and only God is the winner. His carefully planned doomsday script is finally released as expected.

On the dome of the cathedral, Samuel opened his arms, as if embracing the entire Blue Star Earth: "The Lamb opens the seven seals, and all peoples on the earth will weep. The seventh angel blows the trumpet, and the world will become the kingdom of God, and He will rule forever."

Samuel folded his arms around his chest, looked down at the rebels (human alliance) in the distance, and the rebels farther away (the Holy See Army whose faith was shaken), and said kindly and cruelly: "Send out the plague, let out death, and let out war and war." In the famine, those who betrayed me and those who resisted me will suffer severe torture before they can die in pain.

First, hail and fire mixed with blood fell from the sky and burned all the peoples on the ground. "

As soon as his words fell, countless people infected with unknown diseases and people who died of sudden emergencies appeared all over the earth. Famine and war had already burned to the South Pole and North Pole of the earth.

All over the world, colorful beams of light appear, hazy and illusory, as if the science fiction world and the real world overlap, and the rules of heaven and earth are reshaped in the hands of Samuel.

The giant bird Xize hovering over Egypt uttered a long cry, with its mouth protruding from the flames, the hailstones fell down, and any objects that touched the flames were burned to ashes.

"Second, the mountains burned and were thrown into the sea, and the sea was stained red with blood."

Behemoth, the giant beast in West Siberia, suddenly rose from the ground, breathed fire towards the mountains, pulled out the burning mountains, and threw them into the nearest sea in one fell swoop.

"Third, flaming meteors fell from the sky, fell to the earth, dug open the endless abyss, exposed billowing smoke and magma, and turned the earth into a huge melting furnace. Fourth—"

Samuel lowered his head, hooked his fingers, and flicked a hazy beam of light, easily grabbed a huge amount of energy, turned it into a particle beam weapon, and hit Wu Lan, Jiang Bai Pingcuo and others.

"Punish the disobedient, the offending, the disrespectful!"

The light beam glows with a faint blue light, like a wisp of smoke that will blow away at any time, light and floating, and the speed is very slow, but it can fold and leap through time and space, and it can reach Wu Lan's eyes in the blink of an eye. Wu Lan grabbed her arm.

From the corner of Jiang Bai Pingcuo's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Wulan's dilated pupils, as if he was frightened and dumbfounded, while the pupils reflected the beam of light coming in front of him. Biological instincts crazily clamored for danger, but for some reason, he was still distracted in this life-and-death line Confused dark blue expression——

It seems that there is no fear, just like the previous tricks against the Holy See army.

Does she have any other tricks?

These kids really are hiding a lot of things.

The last trick is related to the last companion in their team——

"Cen Jin!!" Wu Lan gritted her teeth and suddenly roared, "It's your turn to play! I can't hold on anymore!"

In an instant, time and space stopped, the light beam stopped in front of you, and the shells were fixed in the air. After the billowing smoke, soaring fire and sand were fixed, they looked like flowers with extremely high art, and at the same time, it was enough for people to see the slight arc of Samuel's mouth , exposing his violent and hypocritical side.

piada.

With a crisp snap of the fingers, time and space flowed in an instant, the noise and roar suppressed the silence, and the beam of terrifying energy was easily resolved, rising like smoke blown by the wind, without any deterrent effect.

Jiang Bai Pingcuo raised his eyes and saw a head of dazzling yellow hair. His eyes were slightly moist and hot. Then he lowered his head and stared at the ground in a daze. He strangely remembered what Wu Lan said: God prefers a human being, and the script needs the applause of the audience.

which human?

Cen Jin.

What type of screenplay?

Salvation script.

The world will owe this one forever.