A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 467 God is Dead

hell...

Lord was puzzled.

Then he turned his gaze to the angel beside him, hoping to get some answers from her.

"Sorry...I don't know either."

Michael blushed slightly, shook his head a little ashamedly and said: "I don't know more about it than you, the only thing I know is that Wilbur Whateley may have died a long time ago, and now he appears in front of us This... thing is probably just wearing a human skin."

it?

Lord frowned slightly, noticing the words the angel used to describe Wilbur.

In English, this term is generally used to describe things other than people or people. It is usually used for animals and plants, but at certain times, it can also be used to refer to certain... monster.

"Your Majesty Michael, you are the archangel in charge of the judgment and protection of heaven. Isn't it a bit rude to use this kind of term to address me?" Wilbur, who was standing across from a sinkhole, Under the sunshine, not only is he not insane, but he looks more like an elegant gentleman, with a gentle and kind smile on his lips.

But such an abnormal performance could not make a few people let down their vigilance.

Because often the crisis is hidden under those seemingly peaceful surfaces.

The more abnormal, the more dangerous, this is the most understandable truth.

"Even if you act similarly, I can still smell the smell on you, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael stood up slowly, and his golden hair fell down, covering his chest The two proud mountain peaks, and the slender white waist, even Lord couldn't help but stare at them.

"You are wrong, my lord."

Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully, and smiled easily: "I'm not playing, I'm me, I haven't changed, Wilbur Whateley is me, I'm Wilbur Walter thunder."

Michael's eyes were a little cold, obviously not believing the nonsense it said.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Wilbur took two steps forward leaning on a cane, looked up at the emerald blue sky, raised his hand to block the sun's dazzling light, and walked slowly De Dao: "Actually, I want to thank you, my lord angel, if it weren't for your sudden appearance and such things, I might never see the truth of the world in my whole life."

Good guy, the culprit of the relationship is you!

Lord glanced at the angel and coughed lightly, which means what did you do?

"It's...a fragment of Limbo Prison." Michael lowered his head, with both helplessness and regret on his face: "There are also fragments of Limbo Prison that fell here with me, maybe That's one of the things that makes it what it is today."

...so you got it!

The corners of Lord's mouth twitched twice. He was also curious about where an ordinary British nobleman got the fragments of Limbo Prison. Now the case is solved. It turned out that it was the Seraphim who caused the trouble.

"Lingbo Prison is just a fragment, it is impossible for him to become like this." Michael explained for himself in a low voice.

"That's true, but it showed me the way forward."

Wilbur smiled and took up the conversation, and continued: "Lingbo Prison is like a gate, and I just found the key to open it, and I saw the real God. He is not as high as you, but let us In the endless void, I obtained a vast amount of knowledge that I could not obtain in my entire life, and that knowledge inspired me and made me realize the real world."

"That's not a god!"

Michael's tone was a bit cold, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes: "You are just an ordinary person, so you don't even know what kind of terrifying existences exist in those endless void and turbulent dimensions, and they may bestow You are powerful, but they will always ask you for a reward, and that is a price you cannot afford!"

On this point, Lord agrees.

There are countless different dimensions in Marvel, and there are all kinds of evil gods and demons. Sometimes it is really easy to cause accidents with messy communication.

After all, not every god can contact believers with good intentions, respond and give them what they ask for. For example, Dormammu and his believers in the dark dimension next door have a great say in this regard.

"so what?"

Wilbur said indifferently: "At least He responded to me. I have believed in God devoutly for 29 years, but when I was suffering, where is this Almighty Lord?"

"God...will not interfere with the choices of human beings." Michael hesitated, and said: "If you encounter any difficulties and ask God for help, then human beings will not have the progress they have today, let alone Created such a splendid civilization."

This explanation is quite far-fetched.

Even Lord could hear a hint of reluctance and guilt in his tone.

"My lord, lying is not a good habit."

Wilbur smiled slightly and said: "The reason why the Almighty Lord doesn't help mankind is because He is not omnipotent at all, unable to answer everyone's prayers, let alone satisfy everyone's prayers, it is just a stone statue in the church. "

Michael was silent, neither rebutting nor arguing.

From the dim brilliance of the angel's eyes, Lord seemed to read a hint of sadness, and his heart was shaken suddenly.

Is that conjecture true...

Did the so-called God actually die a long time ago?

If not, it would be difficult to explain why the 'God-like' Michael showed such a sad expression.

"I don't understand, it doesn't matter."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Wilbur's lips: "After all, not everyone is as lucky as me and can obtain endless knowledge. Soon you will understand what I mean."

Lord tilted his head and asked, "Are you finally planning to do it?"

"Yes, the preparations are complete."

Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from his clothes, opened it, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Thanks to your willingness to listen to me, so that I can complete the last missing part of the ascension ceremony."

"It's okay~"

Lord also smiled back, and said indifferently: "It just so happens that I am also preparing something."

Wilbur's way of delaying time was very crude. He had already seen through this little trick, but he was also arranging and preparing certain things, so he just talked about it.

"Then I can rest assured~"

Wilbur didn't care. He carefully stuffed the pocket watch into his pocket, then smiled and said, "Then please allow me to introduce you to the other Wilbur Whateleys."

Lord's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Michael sucked in a breath of cold air, as if he was also shocked by what he saw.

Humming.....

I saw Wilburs coming out from all directions one after another.

They were like the hermit crabs left on the beach after the tide receded, flocking to give birth to offspring, walking over with almost uniform steps, stiff marionettes.

Some of these people are wearing dirty blue overalls, some are wearing gorgeous dresses, some are wearing pajamas, some are wearing police uniforms... everyone is high and low, male and female, old and young. There were few, but the weirdest thing was that all of them had Wilbur Whateley's face.

Roughly counting, there are at least a thousand people!

Thousands of people have the same face, staring at them with stiff and strange eyes, a feeling of hairs standing up spontaneously.

"Now... the ascension to the gods begins!"

Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked frenzied, and they all raised their arms and shouted.

"Fuck..."

Lord was dumbfounded, unfortunately he was hit by his words!

This Wilbur is not a monster at all, it should be said that it is a cockroach which is more appropriate!