"I, Jehovah, should be the father of angels!"
"You should all kneel before me and pray!"
"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"
Jehovah looked at the twelve-winged angels, his heart was sour that he could almost make vinegar.
In his envious, jealous and hateful eyes, Fanny's little figure looked even more hateful.
Why?
Why is I, Jehovah, inferior to this ordinary human being?
Why can she wake up so many high-level angels from the angel gate?
The one who got all this should obviously be me, Jehovah!
How dare that little human being... how dare... how dare to take away what belongs to me, Jehovah!
How dare!
How dare you!
The weather was fine now, but the eyes of the LORD were full of jealousy.
"This is all... what belongs to my Lord!"
The LORD roared in anger. It was the first time in his life that he had such anger.
It made the originally bright sky become a little gloomy.
Fanny looked at the layers of dark clouds above her head, and then glanced at Jehovah who kept retreating. She laughed mockingly, at Jehovah's arrogance, and at the narrow-mindedness of this heavenly Father.
"Your stuff?" Fanny pointed at the twelve-winged angels around her, her eyes full of irony: "You call them your stuff?"
Yahweh stared at Fanny, as if he was trying to engrave Fanny's appearance in his heart. I am afraid that there is no living being in this life that can make him engraved in his heart, not even the former Satan!
"It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous."
"your things?"
"Even if they are angel clones, they are separate entities."
"Even if you, the Lord, can wake them up before me, why call them...things!"
Fanny's white dress fluttered, like the reappearance of the royal princess of the past, and she questioned the hegemony for the sake of her own people.
"They are not things, they are angels that exist independently!"
"They are not affiliates of anyone, they are all members of the Eden Royal Guard!"
"They are noble, graceful, intellectual, humble, gentle, and true angels!"
"You, Lord, are only a descendant of angels. They are all your ancestors. What qualifications do you have to call your ancestors things!"
"Are you qualified! Do you have it! Do you have it!"
Fanny was no longer the gentle girl she used to be. She stood firmly in front of the twelve-winged angels and questioned Jehovah earnestly and angrily.
The white dress accompanies the princess' modesty, and this scene deeply falls in the eyes of the twelve-winged angels.
They stared at Fanny in a daze, the indifferent eyes that had been addicted for countless years, suddenly appeared a soft light like spring.
Mousse suddenly bowed deeply to Fanny, and then stood in front of Fanny with the sword of angels in hand. His duty did not allow him to watch the princess stand in front of them.
"Thank you... Her Royal Highness."
Mu Si muttered a word in his heart, and then his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely. He asked in a deep voice, "Your Highness, you don't need to talk nonsense with this fallen angel who disobeyed you. Are you going to kill him now?"
Fallen Angel?
When Jehovah heard this, his anger grew greatly, and he roared in a low voice: "Fallen angel? Don't use that title to slander your heavenly Father. I am the heavenly Father, the father of all angels in the world today..."
Mu Si ignored Jehovah's jealous roar, and then asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, Princess, did you kill him?"
After Fanny finished what she wanted to say, she waved her hand wearily: "Kill him, he is a threat to my teacher and also to me."
The teacher of Her Royal Highness?
Mousse took a deep look at Lu Yu, and Lu Yu replied with a smile.
This little girl, just rushing to protect her shortcoming, she didn't cultivate it in vain.
Lu Yu was very relieved at the moment, standing behind Fanny with a smile.
Just like being a father, occasionally enjoying the filial piety of children.
"Yes, Your Highness Princess!"
Mousse nodded to Fanny, and immediately held the angel's sword flat, and scolded angrily: "The Royal Guard of the Garden of Eden, strangle the enemy, swear!"
All the twelve-winged angels drew out their angel swords, bowed their heads slightly, and said "Oath", and then flocked to the Lord like a swarm.
Lu Yu watched this scene with great interest.
Lord, you slipped away in the Texas Strait last time, but this time I see how you can live under the siege of so many angels of the same level!
Yahweh looked at the angel who was pounced on him, gritted his teeth, and fluttered his wings under everyone's attention, but instead of fighting, he ran away! TV mobile terminal https://
Light and shadow flashed across the sky like thunder, and ordinary people couldn't catch a trace at all.
If you ask who that is, it is our holy and supreme heavenly Father, Jehovah.
However, at this moment, the Heavenly Father does not have the appearance of Heavenly Father at all, and is more like a little gangster who fled.
"Stop!" Mu Si was chasing after Jehovah, watching Jehovah flee further and further, but he couldn't catch up with this Heavenly Father?
"Good, good! Very good!" Mousse hung high in the sky, and together with the other two twelve-winged angels summoned a white giant sword with a width of about 70 to 80 meters. The scale and power of this giant sword far exceeded The great sword of the LORD.
"Give me...die!" Mousse roared~www.mtlnovel.com~ The white giant sword suddenly came out.
Thunder is fast, but this white giant sword is even faster!
For a split second, the Lord, who was desperately fleeing, was skipped.
There was a flash of white light around Jehovah's body, and he suddenly stagnated in the sky. He lowered his eyes and saw that a blood line was protruding from his chest to his crotch.
You...have been chopped in half?
At this moment, Jehovah had only one thought.
Are you going to die?
Death is such a distant word to me.
"No!" The Lord suddenly pressed his hands tightly on both sides of his waist, pressing his canthus hard, forcing the severed body to stick together.
escape!
Can't stay!
Stay for a second and you'll die!
Yahweh continued to run for his life, but his body gradually separated, and no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.
Seeing that it is about to be completely split, there are still a large number of twelve-winged angels chasing and killing.
Just as Heavenly Father was dying, an inexplicable voice from ancient times sounded: "Really, slaves must have the consciousness of slaves, what are you running around all day?"
The LORD was like grabbing a life-saving straw, his white robe was torn to pieces, and he shouted up to the sky: "True God, save me!"
The space suddenly split, the Dark Matter Plane was highlighted, and a distorted shadow appeared from it. The shadow stretched out a long purple-black tentacle, which instantly pulled Jehovah in.
At this moment, Lu Yu's scalp exploded, and he pulled out the Asura Sword in his waist like a conditioned reflex.
The inexplicable strange breath appeared again!
Lu Yu glanced at Ma Lan, and found that the other party was also looking at him with a solemn expression.
"Really?" Ma Lan said, "That's right?"
"That's right." Lu Yu nodded: "It's this breath, exactly the same as the breath on the moon!"
The two of them looked horrified and looked at the sky in unison.
Chapter end
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