Chapter 5 Flying over the mountain

In autumn in the north, the climate in the south is still very hot. After autumn in the south, if it gets hotter, it will often be more sad than in midsummer.

There was a hint of heat in the wind, and lazily brushing across the streets and alleys of Lille. A hundred-year-old tree swayed slightly in the wind with its yellow branches and leaves.

Occasionally, a leaf will fall.

The most magnificent building in Lille is the recently completed St. Paul Cathedral. This church represents the supreme achievements of southern architectural art, and the most eye-catching one is the towering church spire. Hundreds of angels with different expressions are prostrating, worshiping and surrounding them, standing on the golden spire, among them, gods overlooking all living beings.

At the highest point of the entire church is the Pope's prayer room, which is where he listens to the oracles of the gods.

At this moment, in front of the long window to the ground, the Pope's thin and dry figure was standing like a candle in the wind.

The sun had begun to set westward, with a slightly red sunlight passing through the pope's thin body, casting a long shadow on the scarlet carpet.

The door of the prayer room opened and Augustus, dressed in heavily armor, walked in. He walked towards the Pope, and the time spent on each step and the space span were exactly the same, no matter how measured it was.

In the same sunset, Augustus' projection was much shorter than the Pope's shadow.

An invisible wind blew across the long floor-to-ceiling windows.

A fallen leaf in the wind circled, and finally hit the long floor-to-ceiling window, bounced back, and was carried by the wind and flew away.

The wind cannot blow through the long windows to the floor, but the Pope behind the window is fluttering with the wind.

"The wind is rising..." The Pope seemed to be muttering to himself. Occasionally, he would cough twice.

I don't know how long it took, but the Pope slowly said: "Augustus, what did you see?"

The blood angel replied, "A fallen leaf."

"what else?"

The Blood Angel carefully considered the words and said, "I saw the wind trying to tear the fallen leaves, but in the end I could only send it into the sky."

The Pope nodded, coughed for a while, and then gasped, "You are right. In fact, if there is no wind, the fallen leaves will naturally fall on the ground, and the dust will eventually return to dust, and the soil will become soil. But the wind is unwilling to stop..."

Augustus did not answer, he was waiting.

After a long time, the Pope sighed heavily and said, "The wind is getting stronger again. It seems that winter is coming. Alas, I am old. When winter comes, all the problems in my body will come out."

Augustus said carefully: "Charlie is dead. Perhaps, we should have another fire for the coming winter."

The Pope slowly said: "Even God cannot control all the tributaries of fate. How can we just mortals control all the changes in the world? Augustus, arrogance is sin, and we must learn to admit failure."

The Blood Angel lowered his head and said respectfully: "I've recorded it. But the north..."

The Pope said: "Northern... let it go first! It's almost time, and it's time for us to welcome the servant of the Lord God."

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently pointed it in front of him. A few ripples appeared on the fingertips like dead branches. The ripples quickly expanded and turned into a space door in a blink of an eye.

After the Pope and the Blood Angel entered, the space gate disappeared immediately.

Behind the space door is a very strange space.

This is a huge palace, a palace that is beyond human imagination!

The four walls of the hall are as high as a hundred meters and a radius of thousands of meters. There is no roof on the hall. From the bottom, all you see is a void, no sun, moon, blue sky, and endless stars.

Below the hall, there is still a void.

The Pope and the Blood Angel appeared in the center of the hall.

The Pope walked slowly forward in the void. At his feet, there seemed to be an invisible layer of ground supporting the long-lasting body.

There are dozens of light green crystal tables in the center of the hall, which are arranged in a circle and surround a stone altar in the center. On each crystal table is a person. These people all look very young and have perfect bodies. However, they all seem to be in the deepest sleep, without moving, just sleeping naked on the crystal table.

"This time we have prepared sixty bodies, which should be enough, right?" Augustus asked.

The Pope smiled slightly and said, "This time the people are all servants around the Lord God, and sixty bodies may not be enough. When you were still in heaven, if you had not looked up to their light, then you should have heard of their names. I heard that this time the people are coming are MGM and Macbeth..."

Augustus raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Aren't they angels who are in front of Fryan Mir, the god of order and justice? Why do they come too? Could it be..."

The Blood Angel involuntarily lowered his voice and said, "Is it for Odaireh?"

The Pope coughed violently again, and it took a long time to calm down. He said intermittently: "The brilliance of heaven is too strong for me, the old man. Alas! This time I am about to come, I heard that there is another light angel named Achilles..."

"Achilles!" Hearing this name, even Augustus lost his composure. "Is it him? Why did he come to this world?"

"Achilles..." The pope read it softly several times, then asked lightly: "Is there anything special about him?"

Augustus said: "He...he and Odrech were born at the same time in the hands of Lord Tirathimus. Since then, Lord Tirathimus has been focusing on perfecting Ordrech, and Achilles has descended to other planes to spread the glory of the High God from the moment he was born."

After a pause, Augustus's voice trembled slightly, and he said, "When I was reincarnated, Achilles... had already returned nearly a hundred planes to the honor of the Supreme God..."

The Pope's long eyebrows moved, and he was silent for a moment before he said lightly: "Time is up, let's prepare to welcome the three adults."

A lightning suddenly lit up in the void at the top of the hall!

After a while, another long lightning flash spread across the entire void, and then countless tiny lightnings bloomed in the sky, like fireworks.

In the infinitely distant void, there seemed to be a door quietly opening. Perhaps because the distance was too far, looking up from the hall, you could only see a faint spot of light.

However, the chant that suddenly fell in the sky showed that it was not an illusion, and there was indeed a door that had been opened.

That was the sound of the gate of heaven.

Two light spots flew out from the gate of heaven and appeared in the center of the hall in an instant. At this moment, they could see that these were two faint images of angels. They had four wings on their backs, with no entity at all, only one phantom. Despite this, they still exuded an extremely rich sacred aura and the majesty of looking down on everything!

Augustus felt particularly evident about this majesty, and even his soul was trembling and trembling in front of this majesty!

This tremor stems from the huge difference in ranks!

Although after reincarnation, Augustus' soul's trembling at the high-level angels that came to heaven had weakened a lot. However, the fear and obedience of the superiors had been imprinted in his soul. In this world, although the Blood Angel successfully broke through the limitations of power and had extremely powerful combat power. His combat power is likely to be stronger than the two high-level angels who are about to descend, this mark that is imprinted at the core of the soul cannot be removed as the power grows.

The blood angel, who was as calm as usual, was shaking slightly. Only the Pope stood there tremblingly, without moving.

In Augustus's feeling, the old man who was about to die was still as empty as nothingness.

He was standing there, but as long as Augustus closed his eyes, he felt that there was a blank space in front of him and there was no creature at all.

A shrill cry interrupted Augustus' thoughts. He smiled bitterly and turned to look. He saw a young woman jumping off the crystal stage. She strangled her throat with both hands, staggering forward, and screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Her facial features were covered with thin blood lines, which looked extremely harsh, but she seemed to be unaware of it. She just tried her best to hold her throat with her hands until her skin was opened and her flesh was rotten.

The final scream was particularly shrill. This young woman, this woman covered in blood, had already burst into a blood mist.

The phantom of the four-winged angel slowly appeared in the blood mist. He was still just a phantom, and the blood mist of the young woman could not touch him at all. The two slowly floating wings were elegant and elegant. Each feather composed of light golden light was as soft as water waves, rippling in the air.

The angel's four wings swayed slightly, and the strong sacred aura immediately evaporated the blood around him.

He looked around and flew into the body of a young man again.

Screams came one after another.

"Mr. MGM is coming for the sixth time, and Lord. Macbeth is coming for the ninth time..." Augustus counted silently in his heart.

The advent is finally over.

After sixteen failures, MGM finally successfully arrived in a man's body on the seventeenth time. This body looked tall, handsome, strong, and almost perfect. MGM stretched out her index finger and a little sacred flame ignited from her fingertips. He immediately wrote the laws of heaven in the air, and beautiful and mysterious words condensed in the air for a long time, and there was a majestic and low voice that kept recounting the content of the laws of heaven.

Not long after, a law of heaven had been written. It seemed that MGM was very satisfied with his new body.

After a while, Macbeth also completed the arrival. This was the twenty-five body he tried. From the outside, this was a handsome man with a little murderous aura. As a routine after the arrival, he also wanted to slightly try the power that his new body could accommodate and exert.

Macbeth pointed one hand at the sky and the other hand at the ground. With the clear shout, a huge holy pillar instantly penetrated the endless void in the hall!

In the light column, the faces of the gods emerged!

Augustus nodded secretly. The lowest-level Arrival Angels had only one chance to try to come. If they were not successful, they would have to return to heaven and return to their most original state, waiting for the recovery of their power. Those who were unfortunate would die together with the destruction of their bodies.

And MGM and Macbeth actually came dozens of times in a row as if nothing had happened. It seems that if they failed, they could continue to try.

"It's just a pity for these bodies..." Augustus sighed inwardly.

These dozens of bodies are enough to easily accommodate the power of the archangel, each one is extremely difficult to find, and it can be said to be extremely precious. The Church of Light can gather so many bodies at once, and its potential power is so huge that it can be said that there is no second church on the continent that can compare with it.

However, the power of MGM and Macbeth is still too huge for these bodies, so it can't bear it one after another, and it explodes into a blood mist.

The hall was still spotless and could not smell any blood. The forty blood mists on the body were directly activated by the sacred power of the two high-level angels.

The gates of heaven were still not closed, and the Pope and Augustus were still waiting. Even MGM and Macbeth looked up to the sky and waited silently.

A little light lit up at the gate of heaven, and it streaked through the void like a meteor and disappeared on the central altar.

The next moment, Achilles had stepped down from the altar.

He, indeed, has walked down from the altar.

He has a medium figure, and all the proportions and lines of his body can only be described as perfect. His face is the indescribable Bing and Li! Combined with his beautiful bald head, his whole body exudes a hysterical and weird charm.

If he hadn't been completely naked at this moment, Achilles would have been a stunning beauty!

Achilles slowly opened his eyes, which were pairs of bright red eyes, and the part of his pupils was a pair of golden wings.

He put his hand in front of him and looked at it silently. This was a slender hand that could make any woman envious.

His five fingers spread out like orchids, and a crisp crack sound was made in the palm of his hand. A small piece of space above his slender hand had been twisted, torn and collapsed under the power of Achilles! Achilles smiled faintly, held the crack of this crazy space in his hand.

Achilles didn't even look at MGM and Macbeth, and walked straight to the Pope, asking in his unique, almost charming voice:
Chapter completed!