My vest is full of bosses

To be honest, his main body card for Archangel is indeed different from other cards.

It is the first card. Although the second identity was popped out suddenly by myself, it is still different. I can't tell what is different, but there is an inexplicable feeling that they are not just character settings.

As if the memories that came to mind were real, so were the pain and nostalgia in my heart.

The phantom at the end of the corridor gradually became real.

The white-haired young man dressed in a retro priest's attire looked like a heavenly being, with black boots stepping on the bright red carpet.

The pure white pupils looked at them motionlessly.

To be precise, it is only looking at one person.

The crowd is like an enemy.

"Do you have any wish?"

He didn't feel any malice towards them and his group from this "person", and because he just saw the filter of those pictures, Wang Chengyang asked him tentatively.

The white-haired young man was still staring in one direction motionlessly, his pure white snow pupils were expressionless, as if they were reflecting the snowy mountains in the evening.

Wang Chengyang repeated it several times, but when he saw that he still didn't respond, he gave up.

Just as Yan Yao felt that his eyes seemed to be looking at Bai Xuan, he saw Bai Xuan beside him looking straight at the white-haired young man, and said suddenly.

"Do you hate those people?"

Tears flashed in Messiah's white eyes for a moment.

hate it?

He has forgotten many things, and has been waiting here for many years with pain and despair. He has never hurt anyone, and he has never saved anyone in the country.

There is a voice in my heart that keeps saying.

"Messiah, have you forgotten your mission?"

Can't forget.

Don't forget!

But what did he forget?He couldn't remember any more, only a sea of ​​blood was left in the depths of his memory, and the desperate angel wailed in pain in the hot iron pot.

He stayed in the temple in a daze, but today was different.

who's that person?

In the dark temple, the black-haired and black-eyed boy whose soul exudes golden light gradually overlaps with the blond-haired and red-eyed seraphim in memory that he has not remembered for a long time.

"Michael."

He muttered to himself, repeating it over and over again.

"Michael."

"Lucifer."

"Gabriel."

"..."

Messiah recited those once familiar names word by word, and the memories in his mind kept churning.

He covered his head in pain, half kneeling on the cold ground.

"Who am I?"

Regardless of the surprised gazes of the people around, Bai Xuan came to his side, trying to support his body, but his thin white fingertips passed through him.

He pursed his lips, his voice firm.

"Messiah, you are the Messiah, Your Royal Highness Son of Heaven."

The moonlight in the temple was too gentle, covering them with a layer of tulle coldly, and a star shone faintly through the clouds outside the window.

Messiah stood up from the ground, and he has gradually stabilized. His body is no longer so illusory and ethereal, and his slender body has gradually become real and three-dimensional.

His eyes are gentle and watery, with a smile on his lips. Compared with the legendary Son of Heaven, he is already closer to human beings.

"Thank you." His gaze swept over Bai Xuan lightly, but he didn't recognize his friend without authorization.

"So it's been so long, thank you for waking me up from my sleeping nightmare."

"I may know the reason why you came, I'm sorry, I didn't guard the temple." He looked up at the plants and trees in the temple, "If I hadn't fallen for myself, I wouldn't have given the vampires a chance .”

"You know?" Wang Chengyang subconsciously asked.

Under Yan Yao's cold gaze, he shut his mouth in embarrassment. Yan Yao was also very puzzled. Although he realized that the identity of this person might be an angel, after all, the first picture in that painting was an angel, but Bai Xuan How do you know that he is the Son of Messiah.

The Messiah didn't mind, he had a less Western profile, with soft brows and a less tight jawline.

"I just haven't been conscious all the time, but I can feel what they did. They sacrificed countless human beings to resurrect Cain. They really deserve death."

Mu Xinyu trembled, she is also a vampire.

"Is the altar in the temple?" Bai Xuan asked him.

He nodded mildly.

"It's actually here."

As his words fell, the terrifying demonic energy escaped violently from the end, and the ferocious gust of wind roared towards him, and the thin clothes on everyone's bodies were rustled by the wind.

A hideous and ugly monster is standing and roaring. This monster looks like a strange meat ball. The whole ball is extremely tall, but the middle part of the body has a mouth, revealing dense fangs.

"Is this the blood demon?"

Yan Yao adjusted his glasses. This was different from the half-formed bodies fixed on the wall just now. The aura of this thing was obviously stronger.

"It seems that someone is afraid that we will find the altar."

Bai Xuan's vest has a very low level of awakening, and it is difficult to defeat this perfect body without revealing his identity as an angel. After all, his human identity is a supernatural being, and his supernatural power is to control time, so he doesn't have too strong attack ability.

Let alone the others, a few ordinary people, other people's abilities are not enough to fight the blood demon.

The Messiah is too weak now, and half of his power has been used to control his body to become a reality. He must return to heaven as soon as possible, instead of being absorbed in this polluted temple.

That being the case.

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A huge distortion suddenly occurred in the nearby space.

As if something was torn apart, a crack appeared out of thin air.

A pair of flawless and white jade-like hands grabbed the edge of the crack and forcibly tore it apart, forming a cave just enough for people to come out.

The boy with light blond hair climbed up from the crack and looked at them with a pair of green eyes. His eyes were faint, as if there was a vast green grassland inside, but when he saw a person, His eyes suddenly became bright.

"elder brother."

Before everyone could react, they saw this young man with western appearance flashing past like a gust of wind and pounced on Bai Xuan.

The corners of Bai Xuan's eyes twitched slightly.

Although this is indeed his vest, what he is doing now is the behavior of the vest when the choice of the vest is most in line with the character's logical setting.

This elf vest is a "brother control".

Bai Qingge's eyes changed, and he couldn't help showing a trace of sourness. Although he was not sure yet, he had an inexplicable intuition in his heart that this was his younger brother.

Where did this foreign kid come from?

"This is your brother?" Everyone was surprised.

Bai Xuan nodded, and stroked the blond hair of the other vest, um, it feels good.

"It's a half-brother. His name is Sylph Chinbel, and his mother's surname, and her mother is an American."

It also explains why his younger brother looks like a Westerner.

Only Messiah showed an ambiguous look.

The child has elven blood in him.

It has the same name as the Wind Spirit.

Does Michael know?

"Did you forget something?" Gan Lesheng on the side couldn't help but said weakly.

The crowd meditated.

"Wait, how did your brother come here?" Yan Yao asked suddenly.

Bai Xuan said, "This matter is not important, think about what we forgot."

Then they keep thinking.

"Damn." Wang Chengyang cursed for everyone.

"Isn't there another monster here?"

But what was strange was that the majestic monster just now shrank in a corner and shivered.

A cute smile appeared on Sylph's fair and delicate face.

"Is the monster you're talking about that ugly puppy?"

"???"

Wang Chengyang expressed disbelief. "You call that a dog."

Sylph looked at him suspiciously, "Isn't it?"

But what was strange was that when everyone looked at the monster again, they found that it was panting, and when everyone looked at it, it barked like a baby.

Everyone: split jpg.

Sylph said that he had hidden merit and fame, and all his coercion just rushed towards the monster.

He was just teaching, after all, how bad it is to fight and kill.

The corners of Messiah's mouth, who watched the whole process, couldn't help but draw a gentle and subtle arc, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and tapped lightly in the void.

The surrounding scenery began to change drastically.

A group of them were standing on top of a huge and wide ancient blood-red altar. Beyond this high altar were countless blood donations and distorted limbs, as well as countless huge cocoon-like spheres hanging in the sky.

Who can imagine that there is another parallel space in this ancient dark temple.