Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 466: The 3rd Wilbur

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　　 rumbling! ! !

　　 Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael and directly complete its ascension plan, he heard a thunderous thunder above his head.

　　 The roaring thunder rolled in, tearing apart the dark and thick clouds, and the roar of some kind of giant beast resounded across the sky for a time.

　　 "This...impossible!"

　　 Wilbur suddenly raised his head with a shocked expression: "He...that man...isn't he trapped by the crying angel?"

　　 Next moment!

　　 is wrapped in the shattering all evils, the extremely brilliant thunder, like a brilliant golden meteorite, dragging a thousand-meter-long gorgeous fireworks, cutting through the dark and thick night, and crashing down. Inside the factory.

　　 boom————

　　 This cruel and **** steel factory was shattered by a huge shock wave almost in an instant. The supporting beams and structures collapsed, and huge kinetic energy hit the ground, shattering every inch of land within sight. After flying up to a height of 100 meters!

　　 The entire city of Newcastle was caught in an eighth magnitude earthquake, and countless huge cracks spread like dense cobwebs.

　　Look again at where Wilbur is.

　　 has been penetrated by the golden thunder beam from the surface to the depths of the veins in one breath, leaving a sinkhole with a diameter of tens of meters.

　　 One blow, shattered mountains and rivers, and collapsed the earth.

　　 Looking around, within a radius of several kilometers, the terrain has been completely changed by this blow!

　　 in ruins.

　　Beside the huge sinkhole that thunder smashed out, the sacred Seraph Wings were wrapped in clusters, and the feathers on the outside were spotless and white as jade. Even with the aftermath of just one blow, there was still no scar.

　　 As the aftermath gradually disappeared, the sacred Seraph Wings slowly unfolded, revealing the two of Michael and Constantine inside. Fortunately, they did not appear to be injured.

　　 Although this dazzling archangel has lost most of his powers after being trapped for many days, he is still a high-level seraph in essence. At the moment before the lightning strikes, he decisively uses his seraph wings to connect her with Kang. Stantin was wrapped inside.

　　 Seraph Wings are the source of power that God bestows on angels. Even if the sacred power cannot be used, their tenacity alone is comparable to a divine weapon. The aftermath of the current lightning strike is more than enough.

　　 Lost the cover of the factory roof, the dense rainstorm in the sky crashed down, mixed with a bit of bone-to-earth cold, fresh air poured into the nasal cavity, no longer the nauseating **** smell.

　　 But the thunder continued, and even intensified. The sky covered by clouds was filled with dancing silver snakes for a while, and among countless lightning and thunder roars, it pulled out tree-like traces, as if torn the sky. .

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　 Thunder bursts and the wind howls.

　　 Looking at the dark night sky, golden ripples are rippling slowly.

　　 The roaring thunder raged like a torrent among the dark clouds, and the thick flames burst and boiled one after another, smudging most of the night sky into a bright red, such as the scenery like the burning cloud.

　　 A thin figure, bathed in the mighty thunder, like a high god, coming with endless coercion.

Everywhere 　　 has passed, the dark clouds have receded!

　　 Even the torrential rain seemed to be afraid of that majestic figure. As the gorgeous flames gathered into a tide, the turbulent waves swept from the east, and the rain gradually diminished and then disappeared.

　　 Newcastle, which has been shrouded in heavy rain all the year round, finally revealed a dazzling light at this moment.

　　 is...He is here!

　　 Michael raised his slender gooseneck, his emerald green pupils reflected like a mirror, and the majestic figure from far to near revealed a hint of joy from the heart.

　　 The warm and welcoming sunshine gave her a trace of long-lost warmth, which is the warmth that she has never felt since she came here.

　　 "I'm not late."

　　 A ray of light cast by the sun shines on the man's face through the ruins of the factory. The blue eyes are quiet and steady, which makes people feel indescribable.

　　 "It's not early...but it's not too late."

　　 Michael raised his head and stared at the man in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little sorrowful in his heart, pursing his thin pink lips, and raising a quiet smile: "I haven't seen you in a year, you have become stronger... ...Lord Carr."

　　"Do you...know me?"

　　 Lord raised his brows slightly, and looked at this angel with curiosity, like such a beautiful female angel. If he ever met once, Ken would be impressed.

　　 But unfortunately, he did not have the slightest impression, nor did he remember where he had seen such a blazing angel.

　　 Gabriel... is an exception.

　　In Lord's aesthetics, Gabriel is definitely not a beauty, at most he can only be said to be him, which fits the definition of angelic neutrality.

　　 "I forgot..."

　　 Michael lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembled, and a trace of disappointment flashed from the bottom of his eyes: "You don’t remember me anymore."

　　 Hearing these words, Lord's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression seemed a little weird. He looked at the lost Michael and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to speak but he didn't dare to speak.

　　 But fortunately, Michael lowered his head at the moment and didn't notice his expression.

　　 "It's exactly as you said..."

　　 Lord quickly returned to normal, and after a moment of indulgence, he replied, "There is something wrong with my memory, which seems to be related to the situation here. Since you are a Seraph, can you tell me what happened here? ?"

　　 "Although I want to tell you everything, that guy doesn't seem to be willing to wait." Michael did not answer him directly, but pointed his finger to the back, where an imaginary figure stood there somehow. .

　　 "Sure enough, it appeared again."

　　 Lord couldn't help sighing, pinching his aching eyebrows, and looking at the man calmly, saying: "Kill one after another, are you a human or a cockroach?"

　　 A long suit with a decent fit~IndoMTL.com~ With a windbreaker on the outside, brown curly hair with oily hair is neatly combed to the back of the head, expensive leather handmade shoes are stepped on the feet, and the right hand is holding an inlay. The gorgeous cane with gold silk exudes an aristocratic temperament from the upper class from the inside out. Obviously this is another Wilbur Waterley.

　　He can be 100% sure...

　　 Wilbur, who was struck by lightning just now and hit the bottom of the pit, is now completely dead, and it can be said that there is no scum left.

　　 Wilbur, who was hacked to death by...that guy before, is equally unlikely to be resurrected again.

　　 The one that appeared in front of them now was the second Wilbur Waterley he had ever seen.

　　 Even people with stupid brains can feel a strong error at this time. After all, no matter what level, Wilbur Waterley can't have so many bodies!

　　 is... a clone?

　　 Lord thought to himself, but quickly denied his opinion.

　　 Being a **** of death has one advantage, that is, he can directly observe the soul state of the opponent, and Wilbur Waterley that he sees in his eyes, no matter which soul state is intact, it is not diminished or weakened. Mark of.

　　 This means that Wilbur Waterley is not a clone.

　　 Every Wilbur Waterley who appeared in front of them was a real ‘self’!

　　 But in this way, a paradox appears.

　　Since the soul is complete and there is no sign of division, how can the three Wilbur Waterleys explain?