"Michelle, is it worth it?!"

Michael lowered his eyes with pity calmly. There are multiple Michaels in multiple dimensions, but he is currently experiencing the most complicated and painful experiences.

Betrayal, accusation, slander...words are not knives, but sometimes they are more hurtful than knives.

Even though the whole world didn't understand him and gave him all kinds of filthy names, and everyone gritted their teeth when his name was mentioned, as if they wanted to suck his blood and bones, Michelle still stood up in the darkest moment.

, as usual.

"What is your sacrifice for? Everything you protect is failing you. Their eyes cannot see the truth, and they will only be fooled by Chaos. The humans who praise you now may just be because they are afraid of Chaos."

Quite unexpectedly, the descending Archangel Michael seemed to be blaming and questioning Michelle, are your choices and answers really worth it?

Who are you fighting for?

Michelle had a calm face and did not turn around. He said calmly: "For countless dark nights and countless hours, I could only watch my former comrades die in battle, or grow old and be buried.

On his deathbed, he kept asking me, Lord Michel, when will he see the light again? I can't give him an answer."

His voice was not loud, and there was a hint of sadness when remembering the past, but now between heaven and earth, and all over the world, everyone can hear it clearly at this moment, and the voice is transmitted to everyone's ears.

In the direction of Weitalun, the three princesses and Cyrus listened silently, surrounded by the corpses of the pretenders.

Priest Teda's eyes were complicated as he stared at his fists shining with blue light. What was the purpose of fighting for this light given by God?

At the Bell Tower of Remedia, Bishop Crowther took a deep breath, threw away the pretender's head in his hand, and raised a smile on his face.

In the Snowy Land of Stone, Xuzu Sunan... You may not be able to see Michelle's glorious figure, but everyone can hear his voice from the heart.

Deep in the Canyon of the Dead, at the Extreme Altar, the light angel Agamemnon appears, half dark and half light, looking deeply in the direction of Michael.

"No matter how deep and dark the night is, the light of a match cannot be blocked. I fight for my friends buried in the earth, for those with good intentions, and for... those who are willing to believe in that match."

Boom!

There was thunder in the sky, and the light as bright as the scorching sun immediately dispelled the darkness in half of the sky. In the golden holy light when Michael descended, the rotten wooden cross that Michael had carried before appeared.

Now the rotten wood cross has undergone a big change. The seemingly rotten and insect-eaten wood fibers are peeling off quickly, revealing the sacred thing inside. It is a mysterious silver-white material with a complex and magnificent golden pattern engraved on the surface, and there are angels flying.

Chanting, chasing the sun pattern decoration.

Thunder and lightning leaped through the air, exuding a terrifying aura as majestic as the sea.

Secret legends describe it as an object that came with Michael along with the first light of revelation. It is the embodiment of God's will and the most powerful holy relic, the Cross of Holy Light in the Sky.

"Sanctuary!"

Archangel Michael raised his hand, spread his wings lightly, and a sacred realm spread out in the void. In all directions, in the sky and on the ground, bright runes were shining, like an infinite starry sky.

Regarding the use of the "sacred domain" ability, Michael is obviously more skilled than Yuena.

He locked an area of ​​the sky with the holy realm, and also enveloped Michelle and Ozma together. Until the feud was completely resolved, no one could enter from the outside and no one could leave from the inside.

"The news I got from another world is that as long as the power is strong enough and assisted by some non-apostle means, the apostles can also kill each other!" Ozma looked at Michael and said lightly: "You were killed by that person

It was so ridiculous that it was blown up."

"The power of purification is only possessed by Archangel Michael himself. It is normal for my projection to lose to the fragments of power and power, but you are just a lost dog." Michael admitted that he in the mirror dimension was protecting another Mi in the projection.

When he was playing with Sher, he was hammered to pieces by another Kahn.

The real Archangel Michael and Michael had a fierce battle with the first apostle Kahn in the starry sky of a certain dimension. The collision of power and purification was so powerful that it destroyed several galaxies, and the gods also fought for them.

Shocked.

"Ozma, things have changed. We no longer belong to this era. You woke up very early. You should know how much the continent of Arad has changed. Perus, Whistling Canyon, and Airoreno have all become a mark in the history books.

, we who have been through history, it’s time to come to an end." Michel introduced the Holy Light Cross from the sky, and the divine fist and giant soldier fighting method he created are even more powerful at this moment.

Boom!

The holy relic was swung with great power, countless thunders suddenly appeared, surging like the sea, and the Chaos Throne was directly shattered.

Even if Ozma punched him forcefully, it would not leave any trace, but instead scorched the back of the opponent's hand.

"Then let me see how capable the light you are determined for is." Ozma roared, and the magic power rolled in, never falling behind.

As if the two apostles were destined to be entangled, the fierce collision of light and darkness, each occupying a part of the sky, is a remnant of the old era, and now it will come to a final end.

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"Saint Michael... I have witnessed his heroic appearance on the battlefield, frail but resolute. I never thought I would be lucky enough to see him again." Dark Elf Elder Xia Pulun looked at the place of fierce battle on Mount Afaria and expressed emotion.

.

As the "living fossil" of the Arad continent, Shapron is almost a thousand years old. Except for Sodros two thousand years ago, he is the oldest generation figure.

When the Perus Empire unified the continent of Arad, in the year 68 of Arad, Shapron was young, only a few dozen years old. (Taking the dark elves' abdominal training as an example)

When the Dark Holy War broke out in 253, Shapron was still young and was ordered by the tyrant Barak to respond to Ozma and participate in the Holy War in advance to attack the elves.

But the next year, Balak sent it, and the dark elves returned to the underground kingdom one after another.

When the Perus Empire was divided, Chapron was there, and Priest Jig fought to the death. When the empire fell, he was there. When the first apostle Shilok was transferred, he was still there!

This thousand-year-old antique has truly witnessed the ups and downs, ups and downs of the Arad continent.

Chapron could understand Michelle's mood very well. Looking around, he saw that his old friend had passed away, things and people had changed, and he could only see each other in memories.

"Does the Lord Saint mean that he wants to leave?" Yuena noticed Michelle's thoughts. It is very likely that he will leave the Arad continent after this incident ends.

"Because of the existence of darkness, light is particularly valuable, but after solving Ozma, Michael's identity as apostle is still embarrassing." Hiatt pointed out the reason.

No matter how brilliant the light is, there are also dark corners that cannot shine through.

Kill the donkey by removing the mill, and hide the bird behind the bow... Although the metaphor is a bit inappropriate, the meaning is that.

After Ozma's death, Michael, who has regained the glory of a saint, will be pushed onto the altar of flawlessness again. Then, as long as he makes the slightest mistake accidentally, it will be infinitely magnified by those who are watching.

"God" should have a sense of mystery.

Therefore, Michelle, who is full of legend and has arrived like a savior, is one of the best choices to leave Arad, but we don’t know where he is going.

Next to her, Feng Ying tapped her white and delicate chin, stretched out her hand and scratched behind Yuena, but all she could catch was air and nothing else.

"What?" Yuena turned around and asked strangely.

"Michelle's guardian angel has come out, so where is your archangel Saphire?" Feng Ying thinks Michelle's move is amazing. I don't know if it's great, but it's really handsome. It's like a stand-in.

Same.

"Well, I don't know..." Yuena's pretty face froze and her eyes averted.

The seven little angels told her that her angel's hymn was too unpleasant and Sapphire's concrete will did not want to come out.

Of course, I'm just joking. The archangel's true form cannot be summoned casually.

Siatt and Alice opened several space doors together, "Xiaoyu and Mo Mei went to Xuzu, Feng Ying and Mavis went to the Snowy Land of Stone, Qianying and I went to the heaven to see..."

Although Ye Lin had tried his best to eliminate the pretenders and killed the alienated Enbinol with one sword, Ozma, who claimed to be the God of Chaos, was also blocked by the saint Michelle.

However, the terrifying cracks in the sky are still opening up, and many pretenders from the chaotic dimension are still landing. The heaven has also been greatly affected, and the entire Arad planet is now in chaos.

"What should we do with the boss? Will he go to the Chaos Dimension alone?" Mo Mei was a little worried, but there were strong pretenders appearing all over Arad, and they had to clear them out before they could join Ye Lin in the Chaos Dimension.
Chapter completed!