Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 555

Boom! ! !

Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael and go straight to his God Ascension Plan, he heard a world-shaking thunder overhead.

The roaring thunder rolled in, tearing the dark and thick dark clouds, and a roar of a giant beast resounded throughout the sky for a while.

"This...impossible!"

Wilbur suddenly lifts the head, showing a stunned expression: "He...that man ...not trapped by the Weeping Angel?"

next moment!

wrapped in the smashing evil spirits of all things, the extremely glorious thunder, like a splendid golden meteorite, dragging a thousand-meter-long gorgeous fireworks, piercing the dark and thick At night, it crashed into the factory.

Boom————

This steel factory full of cruelty and blood was shattered by a huge shock wave almost instantly, the supporting beams and structures collapsed, and the huge kinetic energy It hit the ground, crushed every inch of land that could be seen, smashed it into powder, and lifted it to a height of 100 meters!

The entire city of Newcastle was caught in a Level 8 earthquake, and countless huge cracks spread like a dense cobweb.

See where Wilbur is.

The golden thunder beam has already penetrated from the surface to the depths of the leylines in one breath, leaving a sky pit with a diameter of tens of meters.

One blow, shattering mountains and rivers and collapsing the earth.

As far as the eye can see, within a few kilometers, the topography has been completely changed by this blow!

In ruins.

Beside the huge sky pit smashed by the thunder, the sacred seraph wings are wrapped into a ball, and the outer feathers are untainted by even a speck of dust pure white as jade, even after the aftermath of the blow just now, but still I didn't see any scars.

As the aftermath faded away, the divine seraph wings slowly unfolded, revealing Michael and Constantine inside, who fortunately didn't appear to be injured.

Although this dazzling Archangel has lost most of his power after being trapped for many days, he is still a High Seraph in essence. At the moment before the lightning strike, he decisively used his seraph wings to bring her to the other side.

Constantine wrapped.

Seraph wings are the source of power God bestowed upon the angels. Even if the holy power cannot be used, its tenaciousness alone is comparable to the divíne artifact. The aftermath of the lightning strike is more than enough.

Without the cover of the factory roof, the dense torrential rain fell in the sky, mixed with a penetrating chill, and the fresh air poured into the nasal cavity, no longer the disgusting blood- reeking qi flavor.

However, the thunder continued, and even intensified, the sky shrouded in overcast clouds was filled with dancing silver snakes for a while, and among the countless thunderous lights of Thunderous Roar, twig-like traces were pulled out, as if giving the sky to the sky. torn apart.

dong!

dong!

dong!

Looking above the dark night sky, the golden ripples slowly rippled.

The roaring thunder was like a torrent raging in the dark clouds, and the thick flames burst and boiled one after another, smearing most of the night sky into red, such as the scene of burning clouds.

A thin silhouette, bathed in mighty thunder, is like aloof and remote gods, coming with endless pressure.

Wherever you go, the dark clouds are gone!

Even the torrential rain seemed to be afraid of the majestic silhouette. As the splendid flames converged into a tide, the turbulent swept from the east, and the rain gradually became smaller and then disappeared.

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

Yes...he's coming!

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

The warm and mellow sunshine brought her a long-lost warmth, which is the warmth she has never felt since she came here.

"I'm not too late."

A ray of light cast by the sun, through the ruins of the factory, shines on the man's face, those blue eyes It was quiet and calm, giving people an indescribable peace of mind.

"Not early...but not too late."

Michael raised his head and stared at the man in front of him, sighing in his heart, pursing his thin pink lips , raised a quiet smile: "Without a year, you have become stronger...Lorde Karl."

"You...know me?"

Lorde raised his brows slightly and looked at this angel with a little curiosity. Like such a beautiful female angel, anyone who has only met once will be deeply impressed.

But unfortunately, he didn't have the slightest impression, nor did he remember where he had seen such a Seraph.

Gabriel...is an exception.

In Lorde's aesthetic, Gabriel is definitely not a beauty, at most it can only be said, which is in line with the definition of angel neutrality.

"I forgot..."

Michael lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembled, and a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes: "You, now, have Don't remember me."

Hearing this sentence, Lorde blinked slightly, his expression seemed a little weird, looking at the lost Michael, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he wanted to say but he didn't dare to say it. look.

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

"It's exactly as you said...."

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

"Although I would like to tell you everything, that fellow doesn't seem willing to wait. Here." Michael didn't answer him directly, but raised his finger and pointed to the back, where there was an illusory silhouette standing at some point.

"Sure enough, it appeared again."

Lorde couldn't help sighed, pinched the aching eyebrows, looked at the man calmly, and said, "Kill One after another, are you a human or a cockroach?”

a slim fit long suit, with a windbreaker on the outside, brown curly hair neatly combed back with pomade, stepping on his feet. Expensive leather handmade shoes, right hand leaning on a gorgeous cane inlaid with gold wire, exudes a noble temperament from the upper class from the inside out, obviously this is another Wilbur Whateley.

He can be 100% sure about that...

Wilbur, who was struck by lightning and hit the bottom of the pit, is now completely dead. Nothing is left.

Wilbur, who was hacked to death by that fellow before, was also impossible to resurrect again.

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

Even a person with a dull and sluggish brain can feel something strongly wrong at this time. After all, no matter what level, Wilbur Whateley is impossible to have so many individuals!

Is it...clone?

Lorde thought to himself, but quickly denied his opinion.

Being a Shinigami has an advantage, that is, you can directly observe the soul state of the other party, and in what Wilbur Whateley sees in his eyes, no matter which soul state is complete, there is no reduction or weakening. trace.

This means that Wilbur Whateley is not a clone.

Every Wilbur Whateley who appeared in front of them was genuine's 'himself'!

But then, a paradox emerges.

Since the soul is intact and there is no sign of splitting, how can the three Wilbur Whateleys be explained?