In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 151 Heavenly Thugs
Kingdom of God.

The golden sun shrouded the kingdom of the gods.

The sprawling palace seems to be inlaid with sparkling gems, exuding dazzling light.

The towering pavilions are erected on the clouds as light as wings, and their gorgeous tower tops seem to touch the end of the endless palace of heaven.

The amber river runs across the land of the kingdom of heaven. Its source of water is unknown, and its essence is unknown. It exudes a fragrance of roses, which is mysterious.

The distant mountains, shrouded in a rainbow of jewels, seem to exude a magical atmosphere.

There is a warm glow in heaven, like galaxies shining in the melting sun.

Gorgeous flowers grow on the meadow among the clouds. They exude charming fragrance and attract colorful butterflies to dance.

The lush greenery embraces harmony, their leaves shimmering with gold and silver.

The breeze blows, bringing delicate notes, as if angels are playing beautiful music.

People wear gorgeous wings, flying in the sky like gorgeous butterflies.Their garments are rich and varied, woven of precious stones and precious silks, each of which shines.

Residents of the Kingdom of Heaven, regardless of men, women, or children, have extraordinary appearance and temperament, pure and noble, as if they are the incarnations of angels.

Shrine, hall.

She was wrapped in a holy gauze dress, stepped on the warm golden auspicious clouds, and her white Qiong nose moved slightly. She noticed that the scent of fruits and flowers in the air of the hall seemed to have eased a little.

"Gabriel."

The heavenly music and aroma intertwined, and the elf angel sent Gabriel a fragrant tea and a fruit plate.

She waved her hand solemnly, rejecting the messenger of God.

"Lord Michael."

Her beautiful face, smooth skin and smooth long hair exude a divine radiance.

The bright and clear eyes are as firm as steel, staring directly at the person on the steps.

With one hand on his chest, his tall and straight body bowed slightly, elegant and self-possessed, neither humble nor overbearing.

The man on the steps smiled, his god-like handsome face rippling with love.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Gabriel asked suspiciously.

"Gabriel, how long has it been since you descended?"

"Michael-sama, has the time finally come?"

Gabriel got straight to the point, his beautiful face remained expressionless.

"The changes in the world are beyond your imagination."

Michael laughed.

"The demons of hell don't follow the rules."

"In this case, why can't we intervene?"

Gabriel's heart was surging, and similarly, he asked the Archangel about the puzzles that had accumulated in his heart for a long time: "We must wait until the balance is broken."

Michael still had a slight smile on his face.

"It's a contract."

"It's a bet our god made with the Demon King."

"If [he] didn't make a move, then I wouldn't let you go to the world."

"The fallen angel finally couldn't bear it anymore?"

Star pupils brightened slightly, Gabriel sneered.

".Go ahead."

"Yes, Lord Michael."

Gabriel turned and left, and before leaving, he took a bunch of crystal-like grapes from the envoy's fruit plate.

"Remember to spit, kid."

Michael watched Gabriel's leaving back, turned around slowly, and his face full of loving smiles changed instantly.

The most proud fighting heroic posture, fiery and crazy fighting spirit.

"Lucifer—"

The faces of former comrades-in-arms appeared before his eyes.

Raise your head and look at the heaven filled with golden sunlight, the high-rise buildings bathed in the rainbow and auspicious clouds, and the castles in the sky.

In heaven, there is no night and no stars.

The moment Lucifer knew that the god had died, he led the angels and the stars into hell.

"boom--"

Xiangyun was blown by a gust of wind.

Michael stared at the sky.

Suddenly, a burst of crystal-like dazzling brilliance pierced into his eyes.

A "Crystal Skull" appeared in front of him.

This is God.

A god with only bones left.

This is his belief, and only his belief.

"The bet I made with you is void after all, Lucifer."

Said the god.

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Alexia Heisenberg opened her eyes.

He is an executioner who struggles in the dark hell and the chaotic world. It is really difficult to adapt to this holy and beautiful place.

"The light is too harsh."

"The air is too sweet."

"These guys are so beautiful."

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The people on the grass flapped their wings, and they looked at the old man wrapped in black with curious eyes.

In hell, he is a pure, noble person.

In heaven, another ugly piece of dirt.

So, this is people.

A race that survives in the cracks.

"Are you looking for me?"

The old man asked the handsome man in front of him.

His old face was full of smiles.

"You want to find me too, don't you?" Michael asked lightly.

"Lucifer is ready to lay hands on my student—my poor boy, Ryan Winster."

Heisenberg's eyes were clouded with tears.

"To seek skin from a tiger, one must be prepared to be eaten alive."

Michael smiled.

"What about you, Lord Angel." Heisenberg grinned, and he retracted freely.

Smoking is slow suicide, so there is no smoke in heaven and you can't smoke.

This made him suffocate.

The one thing he wanted most in life was to smoke a cheap cigarette in front of Michael, and then blow the smoke ring into this handsome face that was as handsome as he was when he was young.

"I never hide it."

Michael smiled; "I just want to kill him."

"You're going to save him." Heisenberg tried to hold back his laughter, because Michael couldn't kill Ryan again, which was funny.

"He has become a climate, once Lucifer does something to him."

"The [God] of the whole world will recover."

"Would you like to see this happen?" the old man said with a smile.

"Of course——" Michael shook his head and sighed: "I will stop him, so that the efforts of the gods will not be in vain."

Heisenberg laughed.

He is the one caught between angels and demons.

He is also the one who plays with angels and demons.

"It's the Far East, very close to that country—"

"Is your strength enough?"

The corners of Heisenberg's mouth curled up, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

"Gabriel is on his way."

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"Are you sure, she won't kill Ryan? Then bring his soul to you?"

Heisenberg's smile disappeared.

When hearing Gabriel.

"Lucifer won't let this happen."

"It is our compromise to let him neither belong to heaven nor hell."

"It's also the capital you can do all of this."

Michael glanced at Heisenberg.He suddenly smiled and said, "But we are not without advantages."

"What I sent was a female angel."

"." Heisenberg shook his head.These days, the succubus from hell does not move, but the angels play this kind of trick.

"Unfortunately, that kid has no interest in you or the succubus." Heisenberg said with a wicked smile, "I checked his information."

"I've asked Gabriel to change his hair color to white."

"Red eyes."

"barefoot."

"Right?"

Michael asked.

"You're so boring." Heisenberg suddenly felt very boring.

Michael casually took a pot of tea and said, "You too."

"[God], will sleep forever in the abyss."

"No one can wake it up."

"Lyan Winster can't do it, and neither can Lucifer."

Michael said firmly.

Heisenberg looked up at the sky, his eyes reflected the magnificent clouds, "I hope you can succeed." He said.

At this time, he smiled in his heart.

Crazy God actually has humanity?
It is indeed incredible.

This is not a bad thing.

"Let the girl follow him?"

Alexia Heisenberg does this all the time.

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"Boom!"

The sea of ​​blood set off thousands of hectares of waves.

"I heard that in your gangster movies, if someone commits a crime, they will be sunk in Tokyo Bay. Is this true or not?"

"true."

"But only gangster movies and...Once upon a time."

A girl's voice came from the communicator.

"Now, the monster standing in front of me seems to be made of blood all over its body."

The man stood on the reef by the sea, the blood waves eroded the rocks under his feet, and splashed blood splashed on his face.

A shrill howl spread from the scattered blood beads.

"That's the demon of [Tsunami]."

"It's lazy."

"In Huangquan Kingdom, it is one of the most powerful monsters, but it is also the laziest monster, bar none."

"We tend to be the first to deal with demons born of [people]."

"Natural disasters will not stop because of human intervention."

"It will always be there."

Sakuraba Qiye snorted, presumably stretching and yawning.

"Uh, sorry."

She covered her mouth and subconsciously apologized.

Lane turned around.

As far as the eye can see, there are ruins.

The building that was on the verge of collapse was completely turned into ruins under his ravages.

"Does it really matter?"

Ryan twitched his lips.

He saw in the distance, a huge dinosaur's head popped out, its dorsal fin was shining, and it opened its bloody mouth, and the blue-purple breath gushed out from its mouth, tearing the earth apart.

earthquake.

Lane kinda likes Godzilla.

"Huang Quanguo is a projection of the real world."

"It will be back to normal soon."

Sakuraba Qiye kept yawning.

"what"

"Feel sorry."

"When you say sorry, shouldn't you." Ryan had a strange expression.

"Excuse me, Mr. Winster, what did you just say?"

Sakuraba Qiye asked.

"Do not."

Ryan quickened his pace and said, "Shouldn't you rest? If you are sleepy."

"immediately--"

She sighed.

"After finishing today's cleaning work, I can leave work."

Ryan heard resentment from her mouth.

"Are you still a high school student?"

He asked: "Will it really not affect the class?"

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"will not."

There is no such thing as a class for Japanese high school students who are against the sky.

This is a lie.

"Lian Winster called the witch hunt."

"Hello, Operator Winster."

The demon hunting agency has been monitoring the whole night.

The operator in charge of communication couldn't hide his joy, and said: "Operator Winster, the degree of distortion in Tokyo Metropolis and Huangquan Kingdom has been greatly reduced."

"If [distortion] is the adjective you use to evaluate the degree of chaos."

"Then I am very honored."

Ryan hurried to the target location.

"Is there anything unexpected going on outside?"

"Everything is normal, Operator Winster."

Communications Specialist said:

"It's worth mentioning that Mr. [Zhang Fengmian] has come to Japan by flying with Yujian."

"Royal Sword Flying—" Ryan stopped in his footsteps.

Soon after, Ryan joined Sakuraba Qiye.

The girl tore open the door of Huangquan again.

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The sky was bright.

Sakuraba Qiye waved goodbye politely.

What she said was, go home and catch up on sleep, and then get ready to go to school.

"After sunrise, except for some particularly powerful monsters, all other wraiths will restrain their hands and feet."

The Communications Commissioner said so.

"When does the tactical meeting start?"

Ryan slowly found a bench and sat down.

When the dawn dawned, the darkness of the night was swept away, and a busy and colorful city picture slowly unfolded.

The park in front of you is full of vitality, the dense grass and green leaves are whirling, rubbing each other slightly, and the ding-dong water is gurgling.

"The time is set for tonight, Operator Winster."

"We still need to wait for the arrival of Joan of Arc."

Ryan tilted his head.

A few unknown black-feathered birds floated on the water, gliding across the lake gracefully and lazily, leaving a series of tiny ripples.

No one was seen on the path in the park.

Also.too early?
"I hope that by tomorrow, our [Battle against Huangquan] can begin immediately."

The agency operator laughed dryly: "In fact, your work with Ms. Rebecca Brunshid last night has greatly eased the distortion in Tokyo."

"Relief, it's not enough."

Lane shook his head.

After a busy night yesterday, he knew how troublesome things were.

"Resurgence."

he commented briefly.

"I'll go back to the Demon Hunt immediately and stand by."

"Where's Rebecca?"

"Operator Brunshed is on his way."

"it is good."

"Oh, Operator Winster, there is one thing I must inform you."

The agency communication officer said suddenly.

"What?" Ryan was a little surprised.

"Tokyo Demon Hunter is rather special. Apart from wards and asylums, it doesn't provide more [residences]."

"This is the proposal of the operators. For the convenience of being able to hunt and kill them at the first time, the operators are scattered all over the city."

"We've got you covered."

"please check."

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Although it felt strange, Ryan opened the address anyway.

residence?

He is busy all day long.

At most, I can fish for a while in the conference room of the agency.

He didn't take what the communications commissioner said seriously.

"I see."

Lane turned off the comm.

He wants to see the scenery here.

As the day progressed, the sun gradually climbed, and people seemed to come to the park.

Ryan heard footsteps.

It was the rustling of feet in the grass.

Lane pulled down his sleeves so that the metal armguards on his hands would not scare passers-by.

Look up.

He stared at a pair of jewel-like bright red eyes.

"I've found you, Lane Winster."

The girl is expressionless.

A face with western characteristics and oriental charm.

Distinctive elegance and grandeur.

The snow-white hair wakes up in the beautiful scenery in the park, jumps in the beautiful picture scroll, every inch of air is filled with the fresh fragrance of flowers, and the falling inch of sunshine is refreshing.

Barefoot, she walked towards Ryan.

There are metal knuckles on the snow-white fists!

"Do I know you?"

Ryan looked at her, a little confused.

"I know you, that's enough!"

The girl swung a heavy fist, and the sharp knuckles tore through the air.

"Chong!"

The bright-colored sharp blade gushed out, holding the girl's fist.

Afterwards, the man drew out the butcher knife without hesitation, and slashed at the girl's head fiercely.

The blue pupils were suddenly cold.

(End of this chapter)