Invincible Hero of Necromancer Chapter 1497: Looking for the devil

In the dark wooden house, a burst of flames suddenly ignited.

"You're finally here... I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Mexijia said in a deep voice on the side of the long table, her body that had no flesh and blood was trembling uncontrollably.

On the table, the prophecy cards with gold borders and red backgrounds are neatly arranged, and across from Messika, a figure with a flame all over his body is watching her silently.

"I miss you so much, and so do everyone else."

Finally, the flames on the figure dissipated, revealing the male face below and the black wings behind him.

"After countless years, you finally called my name, and it led me to you. Follow me back to hell, Messika the Betrayer."

The long black hair is draped behind him, his face is soft, but his eyes are very cold, and he is holding a red sword in his hand.

"Don't be in such a hurry..." Messika said embarrassingly.

"No one can refuse me." His tone was flat, but there was an overriding power in it.

"I know, I know..." Messika said repeatedly, "You have changed a lot over the years, but your power has not changed at all."

"I'm not here to talk to you." He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he reopened, "I'm here to take you and throw you into the lake of fire that burns with sulfur and let you suffer Eternal pain."

"You've been waiting for hundreds of years, so don't be in a hurry, don't you?" Saying that, Messika handed out the prophecy card on the side.

"I've seen this trick of yours a long time ago." He said lightly, not taking the prophecy card in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid? Afraid of revealing your destiny?"

"Inferior tactics." He shook his head, a look of contempt in his eyes, "but I'm never afraid to look directly at my destiny."

After he finished speaking, he sat across the long table and drew a prophecy card from Messika's hand.

On the front of the card, there were two familiar figures drawn, and Messika was taken aback. She had only seen this card not long ago.

"Butch and Cecilia." It was not Messika herself who said this, but the person opposite her.

"I remember them fondly, and I think so do you, Messika the Betrayer." He sighed and flipped the card directly.

Without waiting for Messika to signal, he stretched out his hand again and drew another card from the deck.

After opening the prophecy card, a huge mushroom cloud jumped into the eyes, and the flames below were burning.

He looked carefully at the scene painted on the card, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, then turned the card over.

"No..." Messika muttered to herself as if she had found something.

"What's wrong?" he asked casually, reaching out and drawing another card from the deck.

This time, there is no pattern that covers the surface of the card. The front of the prophecy card is just a special arched symbol, which is Omega, which symbolizes the end of everything.

Looking at the three prophecy cards he drew out, this time, Mexica finally realized the problem. Some of the cards he just drew were drawn by Rhodes and some by Inota not long ago.

Among them, the prophecy card symbolizing the doomsday judgment was cut out by Messika herself, which undoubtedly explained something to her.

"Why is this happening?" Messika covered her head, and the purple crystal above her head flickered wildly, but she couldn't get any results.

"What's bothering you?" Noticing Messika's abnormality, he asked proudly, "Does it make you lose your mind just by feeling my fate?"

He stood up, walked around the back of the long table, and said in Messika's ear: "You have seen my fate, I will bring the final judgment on the world, and in the end, this world without God will be completely end."

He covered the last prophecy card and put his hand lightly on Messika's shoulder: "Are you ready to leave?"

He heard his words, and an inexplicable look flashed in Messika's eyes: "You mentioned God, how can you be sure that He does not exist?"

His face sank: "In order to serve God, I have made great achievements in the holy war to expel foreign races. Even so, I have never seen a real miracle symbolizing God, let alone a miracle. Said to see the true God."

"When I was thrown into **** and burned by the fires of purgatory, God never appeared in front of me. Is it that He pity the feathers on his body and refuse to spend a single bit of strength for me, or is it that He has always doesn't exist at all?"

He raised his head and said these words aloud, like a compassionate apostle, questioning the injustices that have occurred.

"Frankly, I was looking forward to seeing him in front of me and stopping everything so I could ask him for myself when I was suffering and when my faith was shaken. Where? Is it more important to test my piety than to enjoy my love?"

A strong aura was released from his body, and Messika was trembling, unable to say anything for a while, and after a while, she asked: "What if... what if God never appeared? ?"

His hands, clasping Messika's shoulder blades tightly, didn't answer.

"You know what? Not long ago, I found a man who opened my prophecy card and revealed the meaning of God."

As if thinking of something, Messika quickly added: "It's not accurate to say that. To be precise, he has the potential to become a god."

"No one can become a god! Even me, I have never had such a thought." The man glared at him, a burst of anger in his heart, and he immediately retorted.

Mexijia shook her head and sighed: "That's not certain... My destiny is to be thrown into the lake of fire burning with brimstone. I wanted to use his power to change my destiny, but I didn't achieve it. This is just a slip of the tongue, and you have come here."

"If, just if, becoming a **** is his destiny, will there be any changes?" The amethyst light above Mesijia's head flashed and she whispered.

Seeing the man behind him didn't answer~IndoMTL.com~ It was just that the power on her body became more and more powerful, and Messika took a long breath and let out a deep sigh: "After so many years, I knew that there would be such a thing. One day, you don't have to believe everything I say, take me back to hell, Lucifer..."

"No, I'm suddenly interested in what you said. What's that person's name?"

"Rod." Mexiga replied.

"Rod..." The man frowned and asked, "Where's the last name?"

"I don't know. He's never mentioned it to anyone, maybe he doesn't have a last name at all." Messika spread her hands. "But I have a hunch that you'll see him soon."

"Okay, I wrote it down." The man said slowly.

When the voice fell, a blazing flame ignited from under his feet, and together with the Messika he touched, disappeared into the firelight.

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