Chapter 379 The weak cannot resist their own destiny

At the beginning, he also cried, was sad, and felt uncomfortable.

Even now, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw such a scene again; but there was nothing they could do, except watch sadly.

In this world, the weak do not have the right to speak, especially ordinary people. They do not even have the right to know the truth about the world. All they can know is the truth compiled for them by various countries.

Even these mysterious guys just knelt down in front of the God of Disobedience and the Demon King, praying that they could restrain their strength and not cause great damage to mankind.

Human beings think they are the masters of this planet, but it is just a fairy tale; the real masters are the gods they created, the gods who stand above the clouds.

The cruelty of reality is far beyond your imagination.

However, somewhere they couldn't see, Naruto and Tony were looking at them calmly.

Emotions such as pity, pity, and sympathy did not appear in their eyes, they just looked at the scene in front of them indifferently.

There are too many poor people in the world. Even if their death is due to the aftermath of the battle between the two, they will not have any feelings. The devil does not care about human feelings and thoughts when he causes destruction.

"Someone will take care of it."

Tony said suddenly.

"I know."

Naruto also said calmly.

"However, when you stand at a certain height, you will always give charity to the weak because of some strange emotions."

"Me too."

After the words fell, Naruto's body slowly exuded a holy white light, and a huge angel silhouette stood behind him holding a golden book, seeming to be murmuring something, as if pity. These mortals.

The white brilliance attracted Erica and everyone in the magic association. They couldn't help but raise their heads. What caught their eyes was the shadow of a twelve-winged angel that looked like the guardian of God. It was sacred, soft, and all the beautiful words in the world seemed to be able to describe it. add to it

The wings waved gently, and countless white feathers fell down with mysterious power. The breeze blew gently, and the white and sacred feathers scattered on the ground, like heavy snow, trying to take away all the sins and sorrows in the world.

What is a miracle?

This is a miracle!

The white feathers exuded endless tenderness, and wherever they flew, there was a soft white light; soon, the entire Sardinia was enveloped in a white world.

Erica touched a white feather that was still falling in the air with trembling hands, feeling that it contained an unimaginable soft and sacred power; then, in front of him, countless ruins and damage The ground began to tremble, and then, it turned into phantoms and reorganized, turning into the shape before it was destroyed.

"Is time turning back? Or is it just repairing broken Sardinia?"

Either the former or the latter is enough to surprise Erica, but even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she still hopes it is the former, because if it is just streets and buildings, they can be rebuilt with the power of the magic association; but Those who have passed away can never come back.

If this kind of miracle, which is like turning back time, can really restore Sardinia to the way it was before the battle began, and resurrect those who died, then I will be willing to bear it no matter what the cost.

King, please listen to my wish; I know that I have no value for you to use my power, but I am willing to give all of myself. "

Erica put her hands together, like the most sincere believer of the Lord, praying to the Almighty Lord.

"I heard your wish."

The divine and majestic voice resounded in Erica's ears. In her heart at this moment, there was no greater and more perfect voice in the whole world!

"Thank you, my supreme king!"

The collapsed high-rises, castles, and buildings were re-erected in the sacred light, and the damaged earth was slowly stitched together in the soft white light; from a distance, Sardinia looked like a giant lamp standing on the sea.

"How is this possible! How can humans master such power, even the God of Disobedience."

Everyone in the magic association looked at the scene in front of them in horror. In their memory, no one had ever mastered the ability to turn back time!

Even gods rarely have this kind of power!

If it were just the power of Hades plus the power of the earth, it could still be explained; but everything in front of us is more like the time system's ability than these two powers!

Time. This is an ability even rarer than space. There should be no such ability among the gods of disobedience who have appeared in the world so far, right? !

"Gulu."

They couldn't help but swallowed. In front of them, except for the group of people who stood on the edge as if they were rejected by the power, everything in their sight slowly changed to what it was before.

Those who died due to crushing in the crowd slowly opened their eyes in the soft white light of the sacred feathers. Their bodies were no different from before, and even their damaged clothes were completely repaired.

Those buildings were just as they were before the disaster started, with no trace of damage at all.

So, is it the reversal of time or the resurrection of the dead and the power of the earth?

Their mission is not only to help Erica evacuate the crowd, but also to collect information about each other.

But how should we describe this scene? How to explain this?

Unlike them, who were in complicated moods, those who were resurrected and the people who witnessed the miracle were already stunned.

Because of their personality, they couldn't see the phantom of the gods, nor the so-called sacred wings; they just saw that the world in their eyes seemed to be restored like a game, and those who should have died have also been resurrected. Got it!

"What happened just now?"

One person asked a little stupidly.

"It seems like time has been turned back?"

An uncertain voice sounded.

"What's the reason? Did the gods hear our prayers or did the devil deceive our eyes?"

"Even if it's a devil or a lie, I'm willing to sink into it!"

All the people who saw this miracle were either frightened, excited, worried, or crying with joy; they didn’t know because of whom everything in front of them happened, whether it was the mercy of the gods or the devil’s joke;

They could not see the shadow of the twelve-winged angel standing in the sky, nor could they see the soft white light that enveloped the entire island of Sardinia.

They can only see that the hell on earth that was originally transformed by the disaster has turned into the paradise of the past.