Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Chapter 135 The First Day of Awakening in the Mortal Realm

The door of the Hall of Glory was closed but was knocked from the outside from time to time, but a layer of sealing barrier tightly locked the door so that people from outside couldn't open it.

In the Hall of Glory, the sound of abuse has never stopped.

The prison of light composed of countless pillars of holy light is a holy method that only the red-clothed archbishop of the Holy See can use, because it not only requires reciting very long incantations, but also consumes a very large amount of holy power, and it may not be possible for every The cardinal can display it.

At this time, this Prison of Light was erected in the Hall of Glory, but what was imprisoned were not dark creatures or human mages, but a group of people with the highest status in the Holy See.

The pope, six cardinals, and eight bishops.

After throwing the last bishop who remained in the Holy See into the prison of light, Michael came to the steps standing on the Pope's throne, put the long sword still dripping with blood on the steps and sat down , looking blankly at the human beings in the Prison of Light who kept abusing them.

There is no hatred, no pleasure, only confusion and panic in a pair of beautiful fiery red eyes.

After looking at Michael for a long time, the pope, who had been gloomy, raised his hand to stop the abuse from the archbishop and the bishops, and asked, "What do you want to do? Iversaille, you don't care about Claude's life?"

Michael, who was suddenly given a pseudonym, looked at the Pope for a long time before he came back to his senses. He scratched his head habitually, and finally touched blood on his hand—someone else’s. He frowned and looked at the bright red in his hand, thinking of There was this bright red blood all over his body and hair, and his complexion couldn't help but look a little bad.

"Your Majesty, what else is there to ask! What else can he do except take our lives!" One of the bloody bishops said fiercely, and then he shouted at Michael on the stairs: "Iversailles! Kill us immediately if you have the ability! Otherwise, you will wait to be killed by the priests and paladins outside! Your enchantment will not last long!"

In fact, not only the bishop was covered in blood, but everyone in the Prison of Light was stained red with blood. Drops of bright red liquid dripped from the corners of their clothes and stained the ground red.

The huge holy light flooded into the body in an instant. If Michael's control of the holy light was not terrifyingly precise, all the people who were filled with the holy light into the body by him would explode and die instead of losing the holy power.

The pope, the archbishop, and the bishops, who had no more holy light in their bodies, were terribly old. They seemed to be three or forty years older, wrinkled, stooped, and hoarse, except that most of them were middle-aged bishops who were still energetic In addition to exuberant yelling and cursing, the gray-haired archbishops and the Pope could only pant after two or three curses.

Michael looked at the crumbling door and window. He also knew that the enchantment wouldn't last long, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, he sat on the steps and looked at them with his chin in his hand. The young and beautiful There was obvious absent-mindedness on his face.

"If we die, Claude and the paladin commanders and paladins who followed you will also die together. Have you really decided to ignore them?" The pope looked at Michael coldly, his voice hoarse and terrifying, and then I can't hear the kindness and majesty of the past.

Michael finally turned his attention to the Pope this time. He asked in confusion, "They are all human beings. Why do you do such a thing? Slander, imprison others, and kill people of the same race who work together for the Holy See." , and even stealing other people's holy power to give to oneself..."

Hearing Michael's words, the Pope laughed and interrupted Michael: "Why? Of course you don't know why you are so young! You know the pain of watching your body grow old and suffer from illnesses all day long. Do you know the feeling of stepping into disappointment! After three or forty years, I'm afraid you will make the same choice as us!"

How many people can resist the temptation when they know that they can become younger, that they can prolong their lifespan and enjoy the supreme power in their hands?They just made a choice that almost everyone would make!

The expressions on the faces of the bishops were justified.

Michael frowned.

Suddenly, the gate of the Hall of Glory burst open, and Michael lifted the long sword that was put aside and stood up, ready to meet the siege of the priests and paladins.

In the Prison of Light, the pope and the bishops looked happy.

The next second, the Pope and the bishops were dumbfounded, and Michael's expression froze, with both surprise and fear on his face.

A large group of priests and paladins lay down outside the door of the Hall of Radiance. The blond boy stepped on the bodies of the priests and paladins and walked into the Hall of Radiance unhurriedly, followed by Raphael, Claude, Mitchell.

The pope and the bishops looked at the blond boy and his party swaggering in with surprise and anger: "Claude? Mitchell? Why are you here?!"

Claude turned a deaf ear with a stern face. Seeing Michael standing there in front of him, his expression softened a lot.Mitchell couldn't help sighing when he saw the old and embarrassing pope and bishops in the Prison of Light. Thinking of what the blond boy said yesterday, he could only look away and turn his face away.

When the blond boy passed by the Prison of Light, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but raised his hand slightly, and the Prison of Light was instantly erased.

The pope and bishops who had regained their freedom had not had time to rejoice in the future, their bodies suddenly fell heavily, and their knees fell to the ground in an instant, and they knelt down on the ground in embarrassment.

Michael watched the blond boy getting closer and closer, his face becoming more and more flustered, he hurried down the stairs and knelt on the ground, kneeling on one knee meekly and respectfully, his slender and thick eyelashes trembling non-stop.

The blond boy walked past him as if he had never seen him before, and went straight up the stairs.

Raphael didn't follow up the stairs. He stood in front of Michael and looked at him with complicated eyes. After a while, he sighed and pulled Michael's arm to pull him up and cursed in a low voice: "I've never seen Stupid angel like you!"

"Raphael, is God the Father still angry?" Michael grabbed Raphael's hand, his face full of panic.

Rafael was at a loss for words, he sighed again, and patted Michael on the shoulder: "Stand up first, let's see what God the Father has to say." Finally, he couldn't help giving Michael the back of the head, and said angrily: "It's embarrassing! On humans, after returning to the heavens, go to the fifth heaven prison to receive the punishment!"

Michael answered lazily while clutching the back of his aching head.

The blond boy didn't sit on the Pope's throne on the stairs. He looked at the Pope's throne with disgust, and showed dissatisfaction when looking at the entire Hall of Glory.

"Your Holy See is really going back." The blond boy stood on the stairs condescendingly and said to the kneeling Pope and bishops, "It took a lot of effort for the first Pope of your Holy See to find this place and establish the Holy See. The previous popes of the Holy See spent a lot of effort to establish and perfect the Holy See, and spent a lot of effort to hide countless magic circle inscriptions in the Holy See, who would have thought that they would be ruined by you descendants."

The pope and the bishops were horrified when they heard the words, but the coercion of the blond boy made them unable to even raise their heads and could only kneel down pitifully on the ground.

The blond boy pondered for a moment, thinking that it would be good to simply rebuild the Holy See.

So he slowly raised his hand and waved——

The entire Hall of Glory among everyone... no, it should be the entire Holy See turned into a spot of light and slowly dissipated.

But after a while, the sacred, majestic, solemn and solemn Holy See no longer existed, only the priests and paladins who didn't know whether they were dead or alive were lying on the land full of the inscriptions of the magic circle.

The only thing that remained was the stairs under the feet of the blond boy, and even the luxurious throne of the Pope disappeared together with the Holy See.

The blond boy moved his fingers slightly, and the holy light suddenly condensed into a throne that was five points similar to the one on the Great Cathedral.

The blond boy sat up calmly. He looked at the group of popes and archbishops kneeling in embarrassment, and then at Raphael, Michael, Mitchell, and Claude standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He raised his head, his snow-blue eyes turned into clear and pure gold, and the divine power instantly spread from his body to the entire mortal world!

The earth was shaking, the sea was shaking, and the mortal beings were forced to kneel on the ground in fear and panic under the power of the gods.

Under the might of the gods, all living beings bowed down.

The long silver hair hovers on the ground, the golden eyes are neither sad nor happy, the exquisite and holy robe is wrapped around the body, and the silver-haired god sits on the throne——

So noble, so sacred.

Raphael and Michael knelt on one knee, looking up at their Creator and unable to move their eyes away.

Mitchell and Claude had already bowed their heads and knelt on the ground. The reverence and fear from their souls prevented them from looking up at their gods.

The pope and bishops fell to the ground trembling.

The silver-haired god half-closed his eyes, and the golden runes spread from under the throne to the surroundings;

Above the great hall, the Book of Creation closed its eyes, Messiah twitched in pain, and silver runes emerged from under the throne, extending to the entire heaven.

Inside the Temple of Demons, Lucifer was holding the skirt of his clothes with his left hand and the armrest of the throne with his right hand. He bit his lower lip and swallowed the screams. Black runes spread from his feet, enveloping the entire Demon Realm.

After a long time, the silver-haired god slowly opened his eyes, and his extremely cold and indifferent voice resounded through the Three Realms:

"I have been asleep for tens of thousands of years, and I woke up in the mortal world."

"But today's Mortal World disappoints me."

"As a punishment, I will take back all your abilities."

The golden runes that covered the entire mortal world retracted from every corner of the mortal world under the throne of the silver-haired deity. The silver-haired deity looked at the group of popes and bishops who had been incontinent, and said the last sentence. Enforcement:

"Until you know how to make a creation."

I have been sleeping for so long that you don't even know how to make a creature.

That being the case, I will teach you how to be a qualified creation now!

As the black rune returned to his feet until it disappeared, Lucifer gasped and collapsed on the Demon King's throne, but his beautiful face was indifferent, without any panic.

Samuel hurried forward, Lucifer raised his hand to block Samuel's probing hand and said, "I'm fine."

Samuel frowned, but was interrupted by Lucifer when he wanted to say something:

"I'm really fine. This time it's probably...that guy who made it up." Lucifer smiled sarcastically, "No one except that guy could have made such a big fight. That one, how could you let me have something for no reason?"

Samuel remained silent with a cold face, but the hands under the sleeves of the black robe were tightly clenched, and the nails dug deeply into the flesh.

Father God...

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, the author is dead, and he has rewritten it seven or eight times!

The author Jun is always struggling with how to write God the Father in a more domineering way, and the plot smoother. As a result, after writing, deleting, rewriting, and rewriting seven or eight times, the author is about to cry.

But this chapter...it doesn't seem to be very domineering...