"Even God cannot bear the pain of a burned soul!" The Pope looked at the envoys with pity: "If you are willing to surrender to me, you can be saved."

A stream of sweat fell from the forehead of the Zong envoy. He glared at the Pope with hateful eyes. The severe pain caused him to speak intermittently; "Damn... bastard... us.

...never ask for mercy from the Beloved...he is just a...bastard"

"Really?" The Pope chuckled: "But don't you think that a great god doesn't need too much emotion? All he needs is to be aloof and look at the people crawling on the earth with the tone and tone of God.

everything"

Pain, like thousands of scalpels slicing the skin bit by bit. The shackles of God are constantly amplifying their perception. The pain is getting stronger and stronger. The three weakest messengers have slowly lowered their nobleness.

Head, roaring at the top of their lungs, they kept twisting their bodies. It seemed that only in this way could the pain be alleviated a little bit. The sect envoy still kept his head clear, but due to the severe pain, it was difficult for him to even speak. When he saw

When his own soldier twisted his arm due to pain, a drop of blood and tears overflowed from his eyes: "I promise you." The Zong envoy's voice trembled, as if coming from a bellows, and he responded to him full of helplessness.

He can endure the pain himself, but he never wants to see his own soldiers suffer for him

The Pope showed an imperceptible sinister smile, stretched out his right hand, and four flames floated out from the bodies of the fallen angels, merged into a ball in the air, and were then absorbed by the Pope: "You will be saved." The Pope stretched out his left hand, and from his

Holy golden light emerged from the sky above his left hand and turned into four groups, which penetrated into their bodies respectively. The sect messenger raised his handsome face, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Lilia, I'm sorry." Thick black light emerged from his body.

The aerosol, those black aerosols, turned into balls of extremely corrosive liquid, corroding the ground into pits.

The golden light brings warm and powerful power, sweeping across the bodies of the fallen angels, driving away the dark power gathered in their bodies, and then using the warm light to soothe their souls, warm and comfortable, but this is just a physical feeling.

At this time, the Zong envoy was suffering a pain that was a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times more painful than killing him.

After a moment, the Zong Envoy, who had returned to the light system, stood up. His long black hair turned back to golden color, and his pupils were also golden, white and bright, like the eyes of the sun god. His three personal soldiers stationed

Behind him, forming the most stable triangle shape, they seemed to have something to say to the envoy, but the envoy only cast an apologetic look at them, and then knelt down on one knee towards the Pope: "I, Penlade Martin, by God

I swear in the name of the Lord, starting from today, I will return to the embrace of my Lord. I am willing to transform into a warrior, pick up my own rose feather sword, return to the battlefield, compete with the enemy, and use my actions to repay the Lord's grace."

The Pope looked at Pentecost Martin with a smile, stretched out his finger to make a cross on his chest: "The Lord will remember your achievements, and may the Lord's halo be with you." The Pope turned his eyes to the other three angels: "Tell me, yours

What’s the choice?”

"We only follow my lord, our lives only belong to the lord" the three angels said in unison

The Pope smiled. Overall, the result was quite satisfactory: "Then now, it's time for you to show your loyalty."

Liu Feng didn't know why these days, but he always had a bad feeling. It seemed that some danger was approaching. What worried him most was that the sign of danger didn't seem to be directed at him, but at those around him.

issued by people

On a flight to the UK, four extremely handsome men were sitting in the first class cabin wearing strange black robes. They held a few roses made of silver on their chests. They had the same warm smiles and the same bright hair.

Blond hair, and a pair of beautiful eyes no matter where they are, but there is indescribable sadness and age in their eyes, especially the man sitting in the middle, whose eyes always give people an indescribable feeling, it seems

He and sadness are twins

The beautiful flight attendants cast admiring glances at them from time to time, but they just smiled in return. Ryder Martin took a sip of red wine and said to the dullest guard: "Oli, relax, they are just watching.

Look at you, I don’t mean any harm. You have suffered with me for so many years, and I feel very sorry for you. If you want a relationship, then please don’t be restrained, go up and strike up a conversation, and get to know each other first.”

Ollie laughed awkwardly, glanced at the flight attendant who looked at him frequently, and said: "From the moment I, Ollie, became a knight, my life, and even my everything, was your husband." Ollie

I don’t seem to be used to it when I say sir.

The guy sitting next to him touched Ollie: "I finally got it right this time. It's not easy, Ollie, haha."

Pontelaide*Martin stretched out his white finger, pointed at the flight attendant who looked at Ollie frequently and said: "Miss, can you come here?"

The stewardess pointed to her nose as if unsure and said, "Sir, are you talking about me?"

Pontelaide*Martin nodded: "That's you." The stewardess walked up to Pontelaide*Martin and asked: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Pontelaide*Martin pointed at Ollie and said: "Do you like him?" The stewardess's face immediately turned red. Pontelaide*Martin, who didn't answer, smiled and said: "Speak your truth, don't hide it, know him.

Now that you are single, your chances are great."

When Ollie was about to speak, Penlade Martin sent out a latent force that sealed his veins and mouth. He could only stare anxiously, but could not say a word. His face turned red from holding back and the stewardess looked at her face.

The red Ollie thought he was embarrassed and felt funny, so he chuckled: "I like this shy gentleman very much, but do you think it is possible for us? The gap between him and me is too big.

It can be seen from your temperament that you hold great power, and I am just a small clerk."

Penlade*Martin sighed helplessly and asked without giving up: "Is there no room for negotiation at all? If you can give him a love, I don't recommend giving you something that can make you rich.

Or the right." Penlade* Martin looked at Ollie: "I owe him this. I was once a bastard. For my own benefit, I let them fall with me. Now... forget it, you can say it.

I don’t understand, as long as you give him a love, I am willing to give everything I have."

The blonde stewardess hesitated. It was not the benefits promised by Penlade Martin that made her hesitate. It was the tears that fell from Ollie's eyes that she had never seen before. Not only Ollie, but the two people next to him also shed tears.

, several strong men shed tears. Their tears were hot, making her feel an unprecedented warmth in her heart.

The stewardess walked slowly to Ollie, squatted down, and looked at Ollie who was blushing: "It may be difficult, but I will try. You are really a shy boy. I have never seen a man like you."

Pontelaide*Martin and the other two people showed sincere smiles. They were blessing their brothers...

The journey is pleasant and short. For Oli, this journey is unforgettable. Under the leadership of Ponte Ryder Martin, his other two men also left an unforgettable love on the plane for these lonely people.

For thousands of warriors, this short period of love is luxurious. Some people may think that this short-lived love is not love. That is because they do not understand love. Eternal love may not be love. Short-lived love may be the real love.

Love, attracting each other, admiring each other, leaving beautiful memories for each other

Coming out of the airport alone, Penlade Martin looked at the sky, took a deep breath, and said in his heart: "Goodbye, my comrade, my friend, the love that helped me will continue, Lilia."

, my love, I am going to accompany you soon, wait for me." Penlade*Martin showed an imperceptible smile: "I hope to see you again in the next life. If there is an afterlife, what I can leave to you,

There is only one love like this and in the future, your names will not be remembered by the people of the Holy See, because you are all martyrs who died on the battlefield, and another history that truly belongs to you will unfold." When Pentecost Martin leaves,

, and transferred all the spiritual imprint that the Pope left on Ouli and the others to himself. He fulfilled his promise and left the best to those flight attendants.

Penlade Martin walked on the road, looking at the people and things around him, with the corners of his mouth raised high, because he was afraid that he would shed happy tears. Ollie and the others were sealed by Penlade Martin with all their power, and now they are just

Ordinary people, they have lost their power. Unless Penlade Martin dies, their seal will not be lifted. And Penlade Martin is seeking death this time, or looking for relief.

Penlade Martin walked all the way towards the headquarters of the Dark Parliament. His speed was not fast, but he was just wandering slowly. As for his three personal guards, they were looking for him all over the world at this time, but when Penlade Martin deliberately concealed

Next, they don’t know where the headquarters of the Dark Parliament is, so they can only look for it anxiously.
Chapter completed!