"Kyrie Eleison!"
Along with the last sentence of the long prayer, a vast divine aura interweaved and descended.
On the surface of the ground that was covered in slippery, sticky, and sticky flesh, a white, golden divine radiance suddenly rose, enveloping Constantine and Wilbur Wattley within it. The sacred and noble magic power filled this space, turning into countless resplendent starlight that slowly rose into the sky.
The sparkling starlight turned into flying feathers.
In this hell full of bloody abuse, it was like the legendary realm of paradise.
On the surface of the hell, complicated and delicate formations slowly appeared.
Countless musical instruments interweaved and played together. In the distant sky, the shadow of a giant door appeared. One angel after another flew in the air and slowly fell down from the clouds, scattering holy feathers like snow.
But, the problem came.
Wilbur brutally killed tens of thousands of people and even imprisoned the Seraph. What qualifications does he have to enter heaven?
The smile on Constantine's face became even more brilliant. He wanted to enter heaven justifiably for the rest of his life, but unfortunately, he did not have the chance until the end. Therefore, he knew better than anyone about the group of paranoids in heaven. They would not allow such a sinner to enter.
If a person with monstrous sins approached heaven, they would only attract the purification of the Sacred Flame!
And this was his plan!
"Thou is guilty!"
The grand sound of heaven descended, and judged the sins of Wilbur!
In the formation that symbolized receiving the light, such a filthy and evil thing appeared. This was an existence that heaven could never accept. Therefore, the Holy Seraph hollow, who was in charge of the flames, waved the flaming long sword through the Door of Heaven, and cast a noble and pure white flame.
It cleansed all evil in the world and all the sins of all beings.
"Ah --"
Wilbur only had time to scream before he was swallowed by the flames.
Endless pure white holy flames lit up, like a corona that rose from the sun.
The holy flames would not hurt people with justice, but they would burn away all evil that touched them.
The pure white flames that contained a noble and divine aura spread out in all directions of the factory. The thick blood that covered the entire place was evaporated inch by inch. The innocent souls that were trapped in this place were finally freed from the endless pain along with the wantonly burning white flames.
The holy flames gradually dispersed, leaving behind sparks that fluttered down.
At this time, when he looked again at Wilbur, he had already been purified by the divine flames, not even leaving behind a single residue.
However, at this moment, there was not the slightest joy of victory on Constantine's face. Instead, he put on a serious expression and looked at the vast darkness outside. His eyes revealed a sense of seriousness and worry.
All of this was not over yet!
Wilbur, who had died here, was only one of the clones of that man.
What awaited them next would be an even more terrifying enemy!
"Cough cough. There is almost no time."
Constantine's face was pale, and there was no trace of blood. His pupils were even bloodshot, and he was like a dying person. He continuously coughed out blood mixed with internal organs and walked towards the cultivation tank step by step.
With the body of a mortal, summoning the Door to Heaven could be said to be a heavy price.
Although Heaven had acknowledged Constantine's righteous actions, the amount of magical energy required was too great. In order to completely kill Wilbur, Constantine used a forbidden item to absorb magical energy from the dark dimension.
The price that the devil god wanted was pain!
It was not a temporary physical pain, but a period of ten years of torture and pain.
Although it was not life-threatening, it was equivalent to letting the latter half of his body be in this kind of torture, repaying the grace of the devil god.
Constantine endured the severe pain of his internal organs being shattered, and held up the Holy Hunter with a trembling palm, his vision was blurred, and he could only barely aim: "This is me... .The last bullet...if...can't save you...I really...can't help..."
That trembling finger fiercely pulled the trigger.
It was just that this simple action seemed to have exhausted all of Constantine's strength. He couldn't even see the result and directly fainted on the ground.
Bang!!!!
Dazzling flames erupted from the Holy Hunter.
The thick smell of gunpowder mixed with the holy light. Along with the roar of the gun barrel, the golden bullet drew an extremely beautiful golden arc in the dark ring.
Fortunately, this time, no one could stop it.
The holy bullet hit the cultivation tank, containing the power that had been blessed by Gabriel. In an instant, it broke the blood curse on the outside of the cultivation tank and ruthlessly penetrated the thick glass of the cultivation tank.
Pa -
The thick glass shattered, and bright red liquid splashed out.
The beautiful woman lost her support and fell to the ground from midair. Her six pure wings wrapped around her body, but her slender legs could not be covered no matter what. Her thick eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened them, revealing her perfect emerald eyes.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
The woman coughed out a pile of thick, bright red liquid. There was a hint of dejection in her expression.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
At this moment, a round of applause came from the darkness.
There was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground. As they approached, a figure came from the darkness, clapping.
"Not bad, not bad at all." The man's voice was low and cold, as if a bone-chilling wind had swept by. "I didn't expect to really save you. It seems that I still underestimated Constantine."
In the dark factory, dim yellow lights suddenly lit up.
The lights shone on the figure, gradually revealing a familiar face. It was the Wilbur who died not long ago.
"What a pity."
Wilbur sneered and calmly adjusted his collar. His lips curved into an evil smile. "I tried so hard to save you, but what can you do even if you escape?"
The woman's eyes were filled with anger. She wanted to get up from the ground.
However, she failed several times. She could not even lift the Seraph's Wings, let alone use the divine power.
She had been imprisoned in the prison for too long. The pain of her soul wailing and the corrosion of the blood curse had penetrated deep into her bones. She had no strength at all. She could not even lift the Seraph's Wings or stand up from the dirty ground. Such a simple action could not be completed.
Seraph?
The current her, hollow was so weak that she was not even comparable to an ordinary person!
"See, I already said it. It's destined to be useless."
Wilbur walked towards the woman. He slowly opened his arms and smiled. "No one can stop my godly ascension plan. You should just accept your fate and give up resisting and join us."
Michael was the imprisoned Seraph!
The Seraph, who was the most similar to God, was ranked first among the seven Seraph. He was the most dazzling existence in the Christian culture. Legend had it that he had guided Moses to leave Egypt and descended to the world with the Son of Light. He had also defeated the Fallen Angel Lucifer.
The legends about him were countless in the Bible.
All the records described it as the most powerful Seraph, as well as the most dazzling divine.
Courage, glory, and protection were poetry that the world praised for.
However, at this moment.
No matter how many dazzling titles there were, they could not protect Michael.
Losing her strength, she was like a weak lamb that was about to fall into the wolf's mouth.
"Michael, the most dazzling angel, I want to eat you directly!"
The demon-like man walked over and licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, revealing a greedy and evil gaze to her. "Although this is a bit wasteful, I don't intend to wait any longer. Become one with me."