Chapter 467 God is Dead

Falling in love with youkanshu.com, a Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

heck...

Lorde was puzzled.

Then he turned his attention to the angel beside him, looking forward to getting some answers from her.

"Sorry...I don't know either."

Michael's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shook his head a little ashamedly: "I don't know more about it than you, the only thing I know is that Wilbur Whatley may have died a long time ago, and now he appears in front of us. This... thing, it is very likely that it is just covered in human skin."

it?

Lord frowned slightly, noticing the words the angel used to describe Wilbur.

In English, this term is generally used to describe things that are not human or human, usually used for animals and plants, but sometimes, it can also be used to refer to some... monster.

"Your Majesty the Holy Michael, you are the archangel who is in charge of the judgment and guardianship of heaven. It's a bit rude to call me this term, isn't it?" Wilbur, who was standing across from a sinkhole, Under the sunlight, instead of being insane, he looked more like an elegant gentleman, with a warm and kind smile on the corners of his lips.

But such an abnormal performance did not make a few people let their guard down.

Because often the crisis is hidden under the surface of those seemingly peaceful.

The more abnormal, the more dangerous, this is the most straightforward truth.

"Even if you play a similar role, I can smell the smell on you, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael stood up slowly, his golden hair hanging down, covering his chest The two proud peaks of the , and the snow-white waist is slender enough to hold, even Lord couldn't help but look sideways.

"You are wrong, Your Majesty the Angel."

Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully and smiled lightly: "I'm not playing, I'm me, I've never changed, Wilbur Whatley is me, I'm Wilbur Walter thunder."

Michael's eyes were a bit cold, obviously not believing the nonsense it said.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth of the truth." Wilbur took two steps forward with a cane, looked up at the turquoise blue sky, raised his hand to block the dazzling rays of the sun, and took it slow. Gottao: "Actually, I want to thank you, Your Honorable Angel, if it wasn't for your sudden appearance and things like that, I might never have seen the truth of the world in my lifetime."

Good guy, you are the culprit of your relationship!

Lorde glanced at the angel and coughed lightly, which means what did you do?

"It's... a fragment of the Lingbo prison." Michael lowered his head, with some helplessness and regret on his face: "The one who fell here with me, there are also fragments of the Lingbo prison, maybe That's part of what made it what it is today."

...So it was you who got it!

The corner of Lord's mouth twitched twice. He was also curious as to where an ordinary British nobleman got the fragments of Lingbo prison. This is considered a case of solving the case. It turned out that this blazing angel caused the disaster.

"Lingbo Prison is just a fragment, it is impossible for him to become like this." Michael explained to himself in a low voice.

"That's true, but it showed me the way forward."

Wilbur continued with a smile and continued: "Lingbo prison is like a door, and I just found the key to open it, I saw the real God, He is not as high as you, but let me In the endless void, I have acquired vast knowledge that the poor can never get in my entire life, and that knowledge inspired me and made me realize the real world."

"That's not God!"

Michael's tone was a little cold.

There was a hint of chill in his eyes: "You are just an ordinary person, so you have no idea what terrifying existences exist in those endless void turbulent dimensions, they may give you powerful power, but they Always want you to ask for compensation, and that's a price you can't afford!"

On this point, Lord agrees.

There are countless different-dimensional dimensions in Marvel, and there are all kinds of evil gods and demons. Sometimes it is really easy to get into trouble with random communication.

After all, not every god can contact believers with good intentions, respond and give them what they ask for, such as Dormammu in the dark dimension next door and his followers, who have a great say in this regard.

"so what?"

Wilbur said nonchalantly: "At least He responded to me. I have devoutly believed in God for twenty-nine years, but when I was tormented, where is this Almighty Lord?"

"God...will not interfere with the choices of mankind." Michael hesitated, and said, "If you encounter any difficulties, you want to beg for help from the gods, then mankind will not have the progress it is today, let alone Create such a brilliant civilization."

This explanation is quite far-fetched.

Even Lord could hear it, a tone of reluctance and guilty conscience.

"Your Majesty, lying is not a good habit."

Wilbur smiled slightly and said, "The reason why the Almighty Lord doesn't help mankind is because He is not omnipotent at all, unable to answer everyone's prayers, let alone satisfy everyone's prayers, it's just a stone statue in the church. "

Michael was silent, neither refuting nor arguing.

Lorde seemed to read a faint sadness from the dim brilliance of the angel's eyes, and his heart suddenly shook.

Is that conjecture true...

Did the so-called God actually die a long time ago?

If not, it would be difficult to explain why Michael, who was 'similar to God', showed such a sad expression.

"I don't understand, it doesn't matter."

There was a strange smile on the corner of Wilbur's lips: "After all, not everyone is as lucky as I am, and can obtain endless knowledge, and soon you will understand what I mean."

Lord tilted his head and asked, "Are you finally going to do it?"

"Yes, preparations are complete."

Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from inside his clothes, opened it, glanced at it, and smiled: "Thanks to your willingness to listen to me about these things, I can perfect the last missing part of the ascension ceremony."

"It's okay~"

Lorde also smiled back and said indifferently: "It just so happens that I am also preparing something."

Wilbur's way of delaying time is very crude. In fact, he has already seen through this little trick. It's just that he is also arranging and preparing something, so that's why he just chatted with it.

"Then I'll be relieved~"

Wilbur didn't care, he carefully stuffed the pocket watch into his arms, and then smiled: "Then please allow me to introduce myself, the other Wilbur Whatleys."

Lorde's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Michael sucked in a breath of cold air, and seemed to be shocked by what was in front of him.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I saw one Wilbur after another, coming out from all directions.

They were like the hermit crabs left on the beach after the tide receded, flocking to give birth to their offspring, walking in almost uniform steps, like stiff marionettes.

Some of these people are wearing dirty blue work clothes, some are wearing fancy dresses, some are wearing pajamas, some are wearing police uniforms... Each person is tall and low, male and female, old and old Few, but the weirdest thing is that everyone has the face of Wilbur Whateley.

Roughly counted, there are at least a thousand people!

Thousands of people with the same face, stared at them with stiff and strange eyes, a feeling of hair standing up spontaneously.

"Now... ascension begins!"

Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked frantic, and raised their arms and shouted in unison.

"Fuck..."

Lorde was stunned, and unfortunately he was hit by his words!

This Wilbur is not a monster at all, it should be said that it is a cockroach that is more appropriate!