MTL - Why Did You Summon Me?-v2 Chapter 537 Advent

In the series of "Yoo ~~~~" screams of Artie, Bai Yizheng poked her cheek's right hand suddenly felt light, and then looked down again, the whole right hand had been broken? It was like being cut off by a shadowless and invisible sharp blade when he didn't respond, and when he hit the ground with a bang. .

The expression on Atie's face at this time was no longer the pitiful look when Bai Yi was bullied, but cold and arrogant, looking at him with cold eyes.

Turning around again, the original room was full of people and disappeared. The lively living room just cooled down and there were only two left.

"Yo ~ I haven't seen you in a long time." Bai Yi said a little awkwardly, bending over and picking up his broken arm. He didn't rush to pick it up, but asked tentatively: "They should be all right?"

Silently, the **** of war who came to Artie's body did not answer this boring question, but just glanced at him and asked, "You met an angel?"

"She claims to be Nevisel, the fourth angel of the gods, and the angel under the seat of time. Do you know her?" Bai Yi asked.

God of War did not answer, but just continued to ask, "What have you encountered before?"

Bai Yi briefly described his experience and asked, "So, what exactly happened?"

The army **** shook his head silently, "I don't know."

"what?"

"Time is in Tirham's realm, and I have no right to interfere," explained the army god, and continued to ask, "what about the armor that brought you back to the past?"

"I don't know." Bai Yi shrugged. "I came back from the kitten puppet, so what should I do now? How can I rescue Mia?"

"Wait." The **** of war gave a puzzling answer.

"Waiting?" Bai Yi was startled. Shouldn't he wait for Miya to survive the long 6,000 years and come back to himself? Even if she can live that long, will she still be a cute little girl after she returns? Can I still keep my petite and pleasant figure? And is this too much? You must know that Lolly in 495 is already too much!

The God of War apparently didn't know the cranky thoughts in his head, and continued to answer with a serious answer: "Wait and remember." Then, he unexpectedly put away the icy look that was high above him and gave Bai Yiyi "I can only say so More "eyes.

It's a little bit messy inside? Bai Yi's heart moved slightly, and then he asked, "Now Mia, shouldn't she be in danger now?"

The **** of war still shook her head, wondering if it was okay or did not know the meaning, and then when she was about to say something, she suddenly cast her eyes out the window and looked as if she was lost.

Obviously, this should not be a deity that a **** should have. Bai Yi also felt that something was wrong. He was about to ask a question, but the **** of war turned back, and even his tone became more urgent. He said, "Hurry up."

"Wait a minute!" Bai Yi realized that the uncle was about to run, and quickly asked: "Who is Nehemia?"

There was a slight vibration visible to the naked eye of the army god's body, and he replied coldly, "I don't know." Then he fell to the ground softly, and it looked like he had run away, and Bai Yi's originally broken arm , Also wonderfully restored to its original state.

"Well, this guy, is something abnormal?" Bai Yi picked up the kitten maid and recalled this contact with the army god. It was almost a sentence between the two before, to know that he was quite a word when he left a message. When he comes down, he will defend his own ambassador. There is also a talented person who patiently summons the harm of popular science angels to others. Why is this time suddenly holding up the frame that the gods deserve, and speaking is also eloquent?

Is it because you have contacted an angel? Bai also speculated that, unfortunately, the **** of war would definitely not give him the answer, and from the embarrassment of fleeing the desert, it seems that other important situations have happened.

At this time, the other Voidwalkers were sitting in a university garden and discussing what they were doing. When the **** of soldiers came, they sent them who were still talking about it, and returned to God. It had already fallen into a nearby garden, and scared two young girls beside me.

So this group of people sat like this and started to discuss the topic of the army god. The magician also said with a heavy emotion: "The power of this **** is really difficult to speculate with common sense. The situation we will face next I am afraid it will not be so smooth. "

"Let ’s talk about the angel first," the preacher muttered, usually not afraid of shame. When he mentioned the angel, he seemed to be a little irritated, and his voice was a lot smaller, and he suddenly said It's like seeing something, and looking away in a distant direction.

The direction that the **** of war and the missionary jointly cast their eyes on is exactly the direction of the holy city of Cunningham

At this time, the holy city of Canning does not seem to be much different from usual. Believers are still whispering, workers are still working hard, and have been sealed up for thousands of years before one. In the secret church that was reopened only a few months later, some young girls and girls in church robes were still whispering something.

The robes on them looked more luxurious than those on the Pope, and precious jewelry were falling everywhere, but with the careful combination of the designer, they were not vulgar and impetuous at all. They only made people feel noble and elegant. With gorgeous face value, can be described as handsome men and women.

They are young believers gathered by the church from various places, some are ordinary devotees, some are choir apprentices, and some are saints' alternates. When told of the opportunity to become containers of angels, these young people left their families without any hesitation. , Curled up in this church called the Advent Hall, every day in a circle around a circle, chanting some strange prayers.

This situation has been going on for two months. Repeating this boring thing every day did not make these young people feel impatient. Instead, they looked with longing and excitement, waiting for luck to come to their heads.

Behind the scene of the Advent Hall, there is a small room covered by a heavy curtain. It is such a small space that looks like a confessional room, but it is crowded with the current Pope, the Chief Justice, and the Grand Priest. Of the current church.

"Isn't your judgment wrong?" The pope, who looked at him, asked the priest nearby.

The great priest looks very old, and seems to be dying in the next second. His position was originally very noble, but did not have much power, but since the angel summoning project began, the entire summoning process was led by him. The team of priests was in charge, and the status naturally rose, and even the Pope had to respect him.

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong." The old priest replied tremblingly. He looked very excited compared to the calmness of the pope and the chief justice.

"However, this is too early," the Chief Justice whispered. "The angel's advent is only three days, and the progress of the entire project cannot be completed at that time. With only one angel, it is difficult to pose a threat to that demon. . "

"The mages and the aristocratic nobles, they should all be thrown into the black jail for trial." The pope said coldly, "but I believe that when an angel comes, they will change their views, those Wall grass should be able to see the situation clearly. "

Seeing that the topic of the two was going to develop in the direction of blasphemy, some abnormal changes suddenly appeared among the group of young people. A beautiful girl with a good look and a silver-haired hair suddenly burst into a strong burst. After the light, she also stopped praying, looked up at the sky, a black-faced look appeared on her face, and shouted loudly at the ceiling painted with angels: "Yes! I do! Nevis Lord! "

Anyway, her entire body was completely completely covered by the strong light, and she blinded the dog's eyes that were watching the crowd. After the vision was restored, a young girl with a gentle light all over her appeared. Snow-white feet floated in the air, and holy and noble temperament spewed up and down all over.

Her identity is self-evident, and the boys and girls around her are slamming at her feet, shouting at different heights: "Master Angel!" Even the priest hiding in the small black room flew out regardless of his identity. , Lingering beside her.

The angel who occupied the silver-haired beautiful girl looked around the crowd indifferently, tearing a piece of cloth from the robe of her body, covering her eyes, and speaking coldly and loudly to the surroundings, "I Neneweisel, the man who sinned, came in the will of our Lord Tirham. "Then, behind her, wings made of light were woven.

However, the wings are not a symmetrical pair, but only the right half.

The pope, who was still calm, soon discovered that her slender neck was locked with a chain of shackles, and a small chain was attached to it, hanging on the girl's unremarkable chest.

The Pope instantly understood what the sinner in her mouth meant before. The first angel who responded to the call was actually a sinner in the divine realm?

In addition to the Pope, some believers noticed the shackles around her neck and were very curious, but did not dare to ask questions. Who knew that day, he actually took the initiative to say very frankly: "I was convicted for violating my sovereign authority. Also for the atonement. "

Having said that, she did not intend to say anything more to these mortals. She planned to flap half of her wings and fly away, but suddenly she realized that something was wrong and stopped again, reaching out and touching her waist.