Chapter 82: Plundering the Vatican's Wealth? Divine Inspiration, Horrifying! Chain Reaction in Heaven (1/2)



The archbishops were dumbfounded.

Looking at the cell where the priest infected by the black mist was being held, the dungeon archbishop was dumbfounded.

The leading cardinal's eyelids twitched.

He subconsciously wanted to stop the black fog.

But just as he was about to speak, Black Mist's voice came.

"After all, this dungeon is a treasure of the Vatican. I won't move the entire thing. I'll just remove the infected priest's cell. This way it will be easier to escort him."

“…”

The leading cardinal's mouth twitched, and he swallowed the words he wanted to stop, looking at the dungeon archbishop with resentment.

at this time.

The dungeon archbishop was more resentful than the leading archbishop and wanted to slap himself in the face.

I never expected that.

It was just a casual remark of mine, but Hei Wu took it seriously. Not only did he take it seriously, but he also did it.

"Do you want to stop it?"

Another archbishop asked the leading cardinal secretly.

"How can I stop it? If I say something wrong, I'll spill it. If I regret it now, I'll be laughed at."

The leading cardinal was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and said again.

"If this was Ms. Miao Gu in the dungeon, I might be able to go up and say a few words. After all, she's from Bureau 749, so I might be able to give her some respect. But he's an ancient, I don't know him at all, and I can't afford to offend him..."

The leading cardinal lowered his voice and whispered.

"If we don't let him use the dungeon, and he regrets not taking the priest with him, we'll be the ones to suffer. But he's been kind enough to not move the entire dungeon, only a part of it. That's not bad, right?"

Even though that's what I said.

The other archbishop clearly saw the pain on the leading archbishop's face and muttered something in a very low voice.

"I hope Archangel Michael won't blame me, Amen."

at the same time.

The black fog didn't care about the changes in the archbishops' expressions, and quickly cut through the cells, wanting only to use them to escort the infected priest.

During the castration period.

Accompanied by a series of cuts on the angel inscription.

At the same time.

Heaven, God's back garden.

In the past, the pavilions, flower beds and flower pots in the ancient Western architectural style here, decorated with flowers from heaven, shone with colorful lights. From time to time, little elves from heaven flew by, scattering starlight, outlining the beautiful fairyland-like garden scenery.

But the situation is different now.

The pavilion collapsed, the stone table shattered, the flowerpots were cracked into pieces, and the ground was covered with thick black liquid like small puddles.

There were also corpses of angels lying all over the place.

In addition.

Several angels with four wings and three wings stood in the ruined back garden, ignoring the corpses of their companions and laughing like crazy.

The beauty is gone.

The picture is more like heaven falling into hell.

Sudden.

Several angels came, and one of them stopped laughing. As if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head stiffly and looked around.

He has angel wings on his back.

A thick black liquid oozed out from between the feathers of the holy white wings, like snot, dripping onto the ground with a hissing sound.

䀴Accompanied by the head turning.

His face, no longer obscured by the huge flowerpot, was revealed.

His face was handsome and full of holiness, but his eyes were dark and thick, and black liquid saliva flowed from his mouth, which broke the defense of his handsomeness and added a few bits of terrifying weirdness.

If the leading archbishop is here.

You will definitely find out.

The angel's head rotated in line with the inscription on the Black Mist Cutting Angel. Every time it was cut, it rotated, and the two were in resonance.

and.

The leading archbishop would certainly recognize the identity of this angel, the Archangel Michael.

Next second.

It was as if he sensed it.

The Archangel Michael suddenly turned his head, looked towards the gate of heaven in the distance, laughed crazily, spread his angel wings, and a thick black liquid fell like rain, flying towards the gate of heaven.

For a while.

Its crazy laughter echoed in heaven.

It's like a chain reaction.

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