The Blood Hourglass

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After the sun came out, Saferot and Hong Wu naturally hid in the virtual curtain. This time Hong Wu rushed to use the virtual curtain. Although Saferot was stronger than him, the opened virtual curtain was thicker than his. But I don't know what will happen after a while, so Hong Wu thinks it is more important for him to maintain his strength.

Those believers still bow down like this, so pious, and selfless. In fact, they now look no worse than the ruthless angels.

Hong Wu and the others waited for a long time before they saw the Pope and the others slowly walking out of the main hall. There were no shadows behind them.

"Where did they go? Otherwise, they were already on it?" Hong Wu raised her head curiously and looked at the sky.

"Maybe they are the same as us." Saferot replied.

"This..." Hong Wu retracted his gaze, thinking about it, after all, their angels would not pay much attention to such ridiculous miracles, so they turned their gazes back at that child, a teenage human, who is so powerful. Yes, he wants to know why, "Is he really a human?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Saferot didn't see through, but he had some guesses in his heart. After all, he was getting stronger and stronger, and Celtic had a lot of credit.

"Hey! I know that asking you is a question for nothing." Hong Wu still wanted to continue to lose a few words of Safrot, suddenly feeling the powerful breath from above, so she shut up and looked up. For a while, Hong Wu was dumbfounded.

A group of angels with white background and gold-rimmed robes, all spread their wings, draped in the rising sunlight, slowly falling from the sky.

It turned out that this was a miracle. Although it was simple and ok, but... the vision was different, and even the red dance of the same kind was dumbfounded. He had never noticed the difference between angels of the same order before, but now he discovered that the same silver hair and silver eyes, and the white wings originally had such a big difference, some brighter, some darker, as for the golden eyes It is even more unusual. It is not so much white wings as silver, and there are patches of golden flashes in the feathers.

Hong Wu looked obsessed, but she kept pushing Safrot, "It looks pretty good."

"Who are you talking about?" Saferot naturally only stared at the golden eyes, after all, the other party was holding his loved one with his hands tightly.

"Who?" Hong Wu looked back at Saffrot, only to see the cold light flashing in his eyes, and his heart was chilling. When he looked at his eyes, he realized that it was the golden eyes that moved him. Loved, but seeing him like this, Hong Wu became interested, "Would you like to rush out and kill him? By the way, take Luvian?"

"Leave the last four to you. If you can, then do it now?" Saforot looked back at Hong Wu, very serious. Hong Wu knew he was not joking, but the last four... I don't have that. Ability, so he shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, wait a minute and look again."

"Yeah." Saffrott actually scared Hong Wu deliberately, because he knew very well that the four people behind Sartres might be able to go one-on-one. If Hong Wu goes one-to-four, let alone win, Even the chance of survival is impossible.

The congregation on the ground all looked up at the dazzling silver light in the sky, watching the angels walking out of the silver light, and the girl in the arms of the leader angel, with long silver hair hanging straight down in the air. Not affected by the wind, and her face is even more cold, or cold, arrogant, without any human emotions, let alone appearing in such an environment, even if she meets on the street, she will not She treated it as a human being.

Her gaze at this time has been staring at the blank space, she seems to be looking at something.

The Pope himself knelt down and bowed himself, and then stood up to meet the angels who had fallen on the altar.

"Welcome everyone to come to the world!" Although he was in a low position, he did not show a little bit of inferiority, so that the congregation on the side had to sigh for his papal temperament.

"This is Master Missilia, the existence that the Lord God values ​​most. Whether in heaven or on earth, she is the shadow of the Lord God. Now the Lord God has ordered me to wait for her to appear in front of you. I hope you will see her with your own eyes. I hope that your faith will be more pious. Don’t blind your eyes because of some filthy things and fail to see the truth and greatness of our God.” Satris simply explained his intention without any exaggeration.

"Yes! My lord, the appearance of you and Misselia has strengthened our will, and our faith is extremely pious. No matter what kind of temptation and filth, it is impossible to blind our eyes and deceive our hearts. , Because our hearts have returned to my god’s embrace, a bright and holy heaven. Now there is a holy lady Misselia." The Pope has arranged everything like this a long time ago, and he believes that there will be people waiting there. Waiting to take her away.

"Thank you! Your Pope!" Saffrot said, putting down the person in his arms.

"Master Missilia, please!" The pope greeted me and walked towards the main hall of the church. The congregation behind them did not get up, they prayed quietly, greeted Saffrot and the others ascending to the sky high, until they disappeared completely, and then walked to the main hall, hoping to see the saint again.

"Master Missilia, when I came to the world this time, I don’t know what you have brought us?" The pope said, leading me to the altar in the main hall. The flame in the altar has been since the moment it was lit. It has not been wiped out, and this flame carries the light of silver holy dust, symbolizing the existence of the Holy Church of Light.

"Eternity and salvation!" I said these long-decided words.

"Then please show the gift of God to all our followers!" The pope took a step back. I stepped forward and put the thing in my hand into the altar. The weak flame once again gained strength. The silver light covered the sunlight, and everything in the hall was covered with silver light.

Looking down at the worshipers below, I said coldly and arrogantly, "This is eternity! The flame in the altar will be with my God, eternal."

"What about redemption?" the Pope asked in cooperation.

"Does anyone need to be redeemed?" I turned my head to look at the pope.

"Of course!" As he said, the pope asked to bring out a priest who was seriously ill and dying. "He is the most devout believer to my god. He has contributed to the holy religion throughout his life, and even suffered from the entanglement of illness. Let him be redeemed."

"Okay! Pious believers deserve my God's redemption!" As I said, I leaned over and lightly tapped his purple-gray lips with my fingertips, and his complexion faded away, and he became radiant for a moment. After that, he woke up, and could still get up and kneel to me excitedly, "Thank you for my God's salvation! My God is an almighty existence, a symbol of eternity and kindness."

"My God is an omnipotent existence, a symbol of eternity and kindness." Then the believers who were dumbfounded below also echoed and praised the greatness and extraordinaryness of my God.

Seeing that everything depends on the smooth completion of his plan, the pope leaned over to me slightly, and then announced to all the congregations, "This is the end of the miracle. Please all congregations return to their parish and continue their own Duty!"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!" After sending away the congregation, the Pope turned to me, "I don't know if Master Misselia will go back to the temple to rest or..."

"Go back to the temple first." As I said, I walked towards the temple.

"Yes, send Master Misselia!" The Pope did not send me away, but watched me leave.

I walked forward slowly, because I was feeling their presence.

I don't know why they are here again, and they are still two, do you want to come and invite me to have tea?

I smiled coldly, this possibility even I would not believe.

Satris and the others should have gone to the place called Mili at this time. They heard that something happened there and an angel was killed, so they rushed to have a look, and I naturally stayed here as a saint. Entered the temple and waited for them to return to heaven together.

Going through the cloister, walking into the temple, and entering his room, the door is not closed, after all, there are guests.

Feeling they walk in the door, I turned around and faced the door, "Please close the door!"

"Do you know we are?" Suddenly, they appeared in front of me. A man with short fuchsia hair was smiling, his smile was charming and feminine.

"Are you an angel?" I looked at him, silver eyes, just like Esther and them.

"No." He pursed his lips and smiled, "My heart is dark."

"Oh!" In fact, whether he is an angel or not, I don't have any feelings. I just asked casually. After knowing the answer, I started to get into the topic, turned to him, the one who danced with me, "What are you looking for? Please me for tea?"

"No! I want to ask you to leave with me." His expression was serious, not at all relaxed and comfortable when drinking tea.

"I said, I won't leave with you." As I said, I looked directly into his eyes calmly, and then told him, "I think you are like some people. It’s not that you want to find someone."

"You..." He was taken aback and paused for a while to continue, "I know who you are better than you, so I hope you can agree to leave with me without me."

"Hands? Do you think you can hurt me?" I smiled coldly. I asked Satreus, so I know that creatures with red eyes like them are called blood races, and humans call them vampires because of them. It takes human blood as food, so it is the devil that humans often call. But to the angels, they are just some low-level creatures, living in darkness. And it's still an enemy, so there is nothing wrong with me hurting him today.

"I don't want to hurt you." There is a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but more determined, "but I must take you away now, otherwise there will be no chance."

"Humph!" I snorted coldly, "Indeed, if Sutters and the others come back, you wouldn't even dare to show up!"

"You..." The dark angel with purple hair stared at me angrily, "I didn't expect you to look at us that way."

"Then what should I think of you? You have been here several times, but you don't dare to show up. It's not because of Sartres and the others, but because of what else?" I gave him a coldly disdainful look, and then looked away. To the vampire with eyes, "Although I know very well that you are taking me away because you think of me as someone else, but I will tell you again that I am Missilia, not someone else. If you have to Forced, then I can only do it with you, although I am not the sweeper that Sutters said, and I have no obligation to clean you up."

"You...clean us?" Hong Wu laughed as she listened, "Don't forget, we two are going to be cleaned up, not you clean up me and Saferot."

"I said, I am Missilia, not the person you are talking about, or a vampire, so please don't treat me as her, and treat the existence of a **** as a devil." I was a little angry and took me as Their kind, that is simply an insult to me.

"Devil? You mean we are the devil?" Hong Wu stopped laughing and stared at me with wide eyes. "But it's right to think about it, but you are a monster, a more terrifying existence than us."

"You..." I finally couldn't help but rushed out to him, but there was no weapon in my hand.

"Do you want to hurt me like this?" The other party smiled and avoided, "At least we need a weapon to kill, and don't forget, we are still the devil. You must use a better weapon to kill the devil, otherwise it won't work! "

"..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak, and I had asked Sartres for one if I knew it, so I wouldn't be so teased by him. And he is really not weak, plus my chest injury is not completely healed, so I can't hurt him with my hands at all, if I have a weapon...

"Do you want a weapon?" Suddenly the voice in the depths of the soul rang again, and she seemed to know what I was thinking.

"You want to give me a weapon?" I asked carefully.

"I didn't give it to you, it was you. I just don't want you to lose to such a weak person and put me in shame with you."

"you……"

"Do you want?" she asked again.

I thought about it, but bowed my head to her, it is better to bow to her than to concede defeat.

"What's the matter? Already gave up? You didn't give up like this before!" The other party dodged easily, and even mocked.

"Really!" A trace of killing intent flashed in my eyes, and my hand stretched to the earlobe, and then a red long knife was pulled out from the hair, swept it hard, he was startled, jumped out two meters away, looking down at himself "Do you really want my life?"

"Since you don't want to leave, then I will be a sweeper." Looking at him two meters away, and the vampire not far from him, "You stay here forever!"

"You..." Hong Wu was startled. He still couldn't completely treat the person in front of him as another person, but when he heard these words, he was completely awake and turned his head to look aside Saffrot.

"I'm coming!" Saferot had been watching for a while, now it's time to take action. In fact, how much he hopes Hong Wu can subdue the other party, so he doesn't have to fight her, maybe it will be life and death, but the facts are not what he wants.

As he said, he came forward and faced me face to face, "I hope I won't hurt you!"

"I don't mind hurting you." With that, I rushed towards him like lightning.

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