I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 455 Michael

No one can threaten the sleeping killer Angel, he can only quietly wait for the moment when the killer Angel falls, and then take over that powerful body and become the real eternal god!" Who are you?

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But just a few seconds after Wilbur was happy, a gust of wind suddenly blew up behind his head, accompanied by the sound of fast and dense footsteps, breaking the empty silence of the factory.

Another person?

Wilbur's heart sank, he hurriedly turned around to see who it was, suddenly, a flash of light bloomed in front of his eyes, extremely dazzling!

Suddenly illuminated by the blinding light in the darkness, Wilbur felt a sharp pain in his eyes, unable to see clearly what was ahead.

Although his sight was blocked by the strong light, it only caught Wilbur a little off guard and left no impression.

Due to the excellent functional response of his body, Wilbur reacted "183" quickly, took a step back, intending to shorten the distance, and waited for his eyes to adapt to the strong light before launching a counterattack.

But the man was ready; he pulled out a golden nail and drove it with all his strength into Wilbur's heart.

A sacred taboo power poured into Wilbur through the golden nail, instantly sealing his limbs and movements.

At that moment, Wilbur's blurred vision finally returned to normal, but he couldn't help being shocked when he saw this man in front of him, Kang Constantine. Are you not alive!"

"Surprise? You bastard!"

Constantine's mouth twitched into a disgusted grin, and he rolled over on top of Wilbur, putting one hand on his head and grinning. "I crawled out of hell on purpose to get revenge on you!"

"damn it!"

Wilbur was furious at once, his facial muscles contorted into a hideous face, and he threw himself on the man on top of him, roaring angrily. "I can't believe I've been duped again, you bloody brute!"

"I'm surprised that the person who gave you strength didn't tell you anything." Constantine knelt down, put her body next to Wilbur's ear, and said each word: "Then I will tell you, remember, always Don't....trust Constantine!

"You bastard!"

"You think you can trap me?"

"Don't even think about it! I'm an ahhh god!"

The blood around Wilbur boiled, and a monstrous ferocious momentum swept the ground around him like a tsunami. The nails that had been nailed to his heart were now crumbling, as if they might be knocked off at any time.

"too late..………."

Constantine stood up slowly, put one hand on Wilbur's face, pulled out a Bible with the other, and grinned. "You're not the first to be fooled by me, and definitely won't be the last, the next person is my special gift... a package from heaven, enjoy it, bastard!"

"Proclaim it!

I teach to kill, and I teach to live.

Whoever hurts me, I heal.

Can't escape my palm, can't escape my sight.

Make it broken; broken and old, I remember both.

Trust me, learn from me, follow me.

Before you forget the song, before you forget the prayer, before you forget me, take a moment's rest.

With my lightness, I remove all burdens.

Rest in my hands, bone and brand for your sins.

Eternal life is given by death, forgiveness is now, and vows are given by my flesh.

As the last words of the long prayer sounded, a huge amounts of divinity halo intertwined descended.

A Baijin-colored divine light suddenly rose from the ground, covered with slippery sticky flesh, and enveloped Constantine and Wilbur-Watley, and, filled with divine magic power in the space, it formed countless bright stars The form slowly rises into the sky.

The shining starlight turned into passionate flying feathers.

In this bloody and brutal hell, it is similar to the circle of Eden in the legendary kingdom of God.

On the Infernal Way around them, cumbersome and complicated formations slowly emerged.

Countless musical instruments were intertwined, reproducing the sound in front of the gate in the distant sky, and Angel-like figures flew over one after another, slowly descending from the clouds, and sprinkled them with sacred feathers like snowflakes.

But here comes the problem.

Wilbur brutally killed tens of thousands of people, and even imprisoned the killer Angel, what right did he have to go to heaven?

The smile on Constantine's face became even brighter; he wanted to go to heaven in a legitimate way all his life, but unfortunately he didn't have this chance until the end, and he knew better than most that the paranoia in Weitang would not let such sinners go... ...

Taking sinners to heaven only brings the purification of the holy flame one step closer! That's his plan.

And this is his plan!

"You guilty man!"

A glorious voice of nature discerns Wilbur's sin! And condemns him.

It is completely unacceptable for such a despicable and evil thing to appear in the formation that symbolizes the light of reception. Therefore, the holy blazing Angel, who is the master of the flame, with a sweep of his flaming sword, pierced the gate of heaven, sending down the noble and holy pure white flame.

Purify all evil in the world and wash away the original sins of all beings.

"Ahhh..."

Wilbur had only time to scream before the flames engulfed him.

The flames of the endless pure white holy fire burst out, like the sun rising in a majestic halo.

The Holy Fire does not harm the righteous in heart, but it burns away all evil it touches.

The waves of pure white flames were endowed with a noble and sacred aura, extending to every direction of the factory, vaporizing every inch of thick blood plasma, and liberating the innocent souls trapped here from the endless pain of the blazing white flames.

The holy flame wave gradually dissipated. The remaining sparks come and go.

At this moment, when we look at Wilbur Whatley again, he has purified himself in the sacred fire, leaving no trace.

But at this moment 0.9, Constantine's face did not show the joy of victory; instead, his expression turned serious, staring at the endless darkness outside, with lingering gloom and worry in his eyes.

It's not over yet!

Wilbur Whatley, who died here, was just one of this person's substitutes.

There is an even more terrifying enemy waiting for them!.

"Ahem......... Already... almost no time..."

Constantine's face was very pale, with no blood visible on it, and his pupils were even bloodshot. He looked like a dying man, coughing blood mixed with visceral fragments from his mouth as he walked towards the culture tank step by step.

Summon the gate of heaven with a mortal body, and the price will not be returned.

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