Five wings.

The graceful and brilliant back is so glorious, so holy, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it, and so noble that people dare not look up. The sky is collapsing and pouring out black mud, and the earth has overturned and overflowed with a sea of ​​blood. It is the only light in this world, retaining the crumbling sky and repairing the broken and shattered earth.

Demigod angel?

No, it was a five-winged spirit. Igula was very aware of this - although he had never seen an angel, and angels and spirits were non-human beings that humans could not imagine, but from the descriptions in legends and myths, one thing was certain: angels were magicians who transcended human nature, and spirits were just rules with individual personalities.

No matter who sees this being that colors the world, they will not think that it still has human nature. After all, if you see the sun shining so brightly today, you will not think that it is licking you with its tongue. When Igula sees it standing in the apocalyptic world, it is like seeing the sun rising from a grave.

What are its rules? What does it want to do? What is going on in this world...

More importantly - what does it have to do with me?

Soon Igula's last doubt was answered.

Chi!

The sword pierced its chest, and it seemed to let out a silent scream, but this could not stop the progress of the atrocities at all - it was nailed to the dilapidated stone tablet by the long sword, and the sword light like a black snake swept across its wings, turning into black steel chains that tightly bound its body, locking it up like a slave!

At the other end of the chain was a man wearing a dark red windbreaker and a mask.

He is...killing gods!

Hunt down the Five Wings as a sorcerer!

Although he looked very familiar, this person was so strange to Igula that he could hardly recognize him. This was because the godslayer stared at the god he had locked up, and his pupils revealed a hatred that made Igula tremble with fear.

He is neither a cult leader who has committed numerous evil deeds, nor a source of chaos who is destroying the world, but both of them are too different from the person he knows, just like seeing Lala Fei wearing a soldier's clothes and dressing like a dancer, which is very incongruous.

He would never associate that person with those two evil professions and would just treat it as a boring joke.

But this is different.

This god-killing thug who looked like an Avenger gave Igula the illusion that... this was the hidden possibility of that person.

The God Slayer suddenly turned his head and focused his sight on Igula. His eyes were less hateful and more chilling. He let the god continue to be nailed to the stone wall, and walked over with the chain in his right hand. With every step he took, the chain became tighter, and the god's wailing seemed to become longer.

He walked in front of Igula and stretched out his left hand to him. Unexpectedly, Igula was not afraid at all, not because he felt that this person would not hurt him, but because he was more like a relieved mentality.

It was like eating at a terrible buffet, and now someone finally pulled him away.

…

"Um?"

Igula opened his eyes and saw Ash touching his head, with a warm green glow flickering in his palm. At the other end of the bathtub, Harvey was taking a bath while eating big mouthfuls of fat. With each bite, his body was filled with green life energy, and the fat quickly disappeared in his mouth. There were already more than a dozen empty plates on his right hand side, and more than a dozen plates of various meats on his left hand side.

"…How long have I slept?"

"More than ten minutes." Ash took his hand back and smiled, "This is the first time I've seen you sleep so soundly. This is a bathhouse in a foreign country, and you feel like you're back home."

"I wouldn't sleep so deeply even on a blood moon," Igula paused, "and I don't have a home."

"You already have it. As long as someone is thinking about you, you have a place to go back to." Ash said, "Are you too tired? But Liz originally wanted to send you away from Gospel. She should have given you some time to rest, right?"

Igula rolled his eyes at him and said, "I used the Rusty Crow's Colorful Tail Feathers, but after exploring the Far Away Space for a while, I eventually died. I can't enter the Void Realm now."

"But you can sleep, too."

"Leaving Gospel for another unknown journey, do you think we don't need to prepare? Liz opened a quick shopping channel for us, and my space card was filled with emergency supplies. I thought I wouldn't need them... Don't count on Harvey's space card, the coffin takes up most of the space."

"But Harvey told me that he took a nap, so he still had plenty of time."

"I am a sensitive person. I am not as careless as those who sleep on graves and take life lightly." The fraud master said unhappily, "I can't rest in peace when they are around me."

He paused and quickly asked, "Why are you touching my hair?"

"Heal." Ash summoned the healing sword: "Did you have a good dream?"

Igula recalled a scene from his dream. Although he had forgotten a lot, he still clearly remembered the hatred in the eyes of the God Slayer. Was it a simple dream, or the influence of the 'revelation' spirit?

Prophecy faction! Anyone who has experienced the Weaving Ceremony will definitely have a yearning for the prophecy, destiny, truth and other magic factions, especially for Igula who has the prophecy faction magic spirit - it's like reading a detective novel, in which a character dies immediately after saying "I know who the murderer is", and then the author also dies suddenly and there is no follow-up plot. This is Igula's current mood.

The only thing more painful than not being able to see the future is only being able to see a little bit of it.

But if Igula were to choose, he would still choose the latter - it was too easy for him to obtain ignorant happiness. He could choose Aimi, Anfil, or even just anyone on the street. Who could resist the pretense of a fraudster? But he was the kind of madman who would rather sink in confusion and seek truth in absurdity.

But this dream was put aside for the moment. Igula looked around and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is this the back hall of the Fire Temple?"

"That's right." Ash sank into the bathtub and stretched under the water: "We probably have half an hour of rest time."

"Let me sort out our current situation," Igula quickly got into the state, "First of all, we were summoned by the Fire Temple as the first gospel."

"It's the First Gospel and two useless followers," Ash corrected.

Igula slashed the water with his knife, splashing the cult leader's face with water, and continued, "That is to say, the Fire Temple firmly believes that the First Gospel will help them. There are many reasons. Maybe it's the order of the Lord Angel, or maybe it's the characteristics of the First Gospel... In short, they don't doubt our identity. This is an opportunity we can take advantage of. If used properly, I can even take away the Fire Temple's assets and leave openly."

"However, as soon as we arrived, the enemy of the Fire Temple, the Four Pillars, broke in. The Fire Temple firmly believed that the First Gospel could deal with the Four Pillars, so we immediately faced the challenge. Whether we are willing to acknowledge the identity of the First Gospel or not, the Four Pillars are a problem we must solve, unless the Four Pillars are willing to listen to our explanation and give us a way out."

Ash splashed water on his face and said, "Although I really want to have high hopes for the Four Pillars, but considering that Yongjie Changzai has already taught me a good lesson, I'd better treat them as bad guys who have done a lot of evil."

"Although I won't pin my hopes on others, is your resume really useless?" The fraudster complained, "It's fine if you can't gain trust in the branch, but why are your peers always looking for you wherever you go? Have you offended the four managing directors of your company?"

"The Four Pillars Divine Cult is clearly looking for the Tribulation Fire Temple, what does it have to do with me?" Yaxiu also felt very wronged. "You have also seen Yongjie Changzai's attitude towards me. Each branch of the Four Pillars Divine Cult is very selfish, as if they are afraid that others will steal their business. They don't welcome labor dispatch like me at all. If I reveal my work experience, I'm afraid I will die faster."

Igula sighed. Even though he was used to dealing with emergencies, the fraudster was powerless to deal with a chaotic vortex of such a large scale and high level without even a little preparation time.

He sank into the bathtub and held his breath for a while, then came out and brushed his hair back, saying, "It's amazing that you could say 'I want to take a bath' at that time."

After learning from the red-robed priest that the Four Pillars Cult had invaded, Ash remained calm and asked how long the temple could hold out. After getting the minimum time limit of 60 minutes, he actually asked for a bath.

Perhaps it was because of Ash's calmness that people were confused, or perhaps it was because of the noble status of the First Gospel, the red-robed priests had no objections and quickly arranged a bath for them. Ash and the other two took some time out of their busy schedule to take a bath.