Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 556

Damn it...

Lorde is utterly puzzled.

He then turned his attention to the angel beside him, expecting to get some answers from her.

"Sorry...I don't know either."

Michael blushed slightly and shook his head in shame, "I don't know much about it. You, the only thing you know is that Wilbur Whateley may have died long ago, and this... thing that is now in front of us is probably just in human skin that's all."

it?

Lorde eyebrows slightly frowned , noting the word angels use to describe Wilbur.

In English, this term is generally used to describe things that are not human or other than human beings. It is usually used for animals and plants, but in some cases, it can also be used to refer to a certain some...monster.

"Your Majesty Michael, you are Archangel, who is in charge of Heaven's Judgement and Protection. It's a bit rude to call me this term, isn't it?" Wilbur, far from being insane under the sunlight, looked more like an elegant gentleman, with a gentle smile on the corners of his lips.

But such an abnormal performance did not make a few people let down their vigilance.

Because the crisis is often hidden under the surface of those seemingly peaceful.

The more abnormal, the more dangerous, this is the most straightforward truth.

"Even if you play a similar role, I can smell the smell on you, the deep darkness from other dimensions." Michael stood up slowly, golden's hair falling down, Covering the two proud peaks in front of his chest, the snow-white waist was slender enough to hold, even Lorde couldn't help but look sideways.

"You're wrong, Highness Angel."

Wilbur glanced at the angel meaningfully and smiled lightly: "I'm not acting, I'm me, never been. Changed, Wilbur Whateley is me, and I am Wilbur Whateley."

Michael's eyes were a little cold, obviously not believing what he said.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Wilbur took two steps forward with a cane, raised his head and looked towards the turquoise blue sky, raising his hand to block the sun The dazzling light, slowly said: "Actually, I want to thank you, esteemed Highness Angel, if you do not suddenly appear, and that kind of thing, perhaps in my lifetime, I will not see the truth of the world."

Good guy, you are the culprit of your relationship!

Lorde glanced at the angel and coughed lightly, what did you do?

"It's... a fragment of Limbo." Michael lowered his head, with a look of helplessness and regret on his face: "The one that fell here with me, also the fragment of Limbo, may That's part of what made it what it is today."

...so you got it!

The corner of Lorde's mouth twitched twice. He was also curious as to where an ordinary British Noble got the Limbo Fragment. This is considered a solution to the case. It turned out that this Seraph caused the trouble.

"Limbo is just a shard. Impossible made him like this." Michael explained to himself in a low voice.

“It was true, but it showed me the way forward.”

Wilbur continued with a smile, “Limbo is like a door, And I just found the key to unlock, I saw the real God, it is not aloof and remote as you are, but in the endless void, I have acquired vast knowledge that the poorest can never get in my whole life, those Knowledge inspired me and made me realize the real world."

"That's not God!"

Michael's tone was a little cold, with a hint of chill in his eyes: "You are just An ordinary person, so you don't even know what terrifying existences exist in those endless void turbulence dimensions. The Ks may give you powerful powers, but the Ks will always ask you for rewards, and that is A price you can't afford!"

Lord agrees on this point.

There are countless extra-dimensional dimensions in Marvel, including Evil and Demon Gods, and sometimes it's really easy to get into trouble with messy communication.

After all, not every god can reach out to believers with good intentions, respond and give them what they ask for, such as Dormammu in the Dark Dimension next door and the believers of k, who have a lot to say in this regard. right.

"So what?"

Wilbur said nonchalantly: "at least it responded to me, I devoutly believed in God for twenty-nine years, but I was in pain. Where is this Almighty Lord when he is being tortured?"

"God...will not interfere with human choices." Michael hesitated, then said, "If any If we are in difficulty, we want to beg the gods for help, then human beings will not have the progress they have today, let alone create such a brilliant civilization.”

This explanation is quite far-fetched.

Even Lorde heard it, A tone of reluctance and conscience.

"Highness Angel, lying is not a good habit."

Wilbur smiled slightly and said, "The reason why Almighty Lord doesn't help humans is because ksimply is not omnipotent and cannot respond to everyone. It's just a stone statue in the church that's all."

Michael was silent, neither refuting nor arguing.

From the dim brilliance of the angel's eyes, Lorde seemed to have read a faintly discernible sadness, and his heart suddenly shook.

Is that conjecture true...

Did the so-called God actually die a long time ago?

If it weren't for that, it's hard to explain why Michael, who is 'like God', has such a sad face.

"I don't understand, it doesn't matter."

A strange smile formed on the corner of Wilbur's lips: "After all, not everyone has me so lucky to gain endless knowledge, very Soon you will understand what I mean."

Lorde tilted his head and asked, "Are you finally going to do it?"

"Yes, ready. It's done."

Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from inside his clothes, opened it and glanced at it, said with a slight smile: "Thank you for being willing to listen to me about these things, so that I can Complete the last missing part of God Ascension Ritual."

"It's okay~"

Lorde also smiled back and said indifferently: "I just happen to be preparing something."

Wilbur's way of procrastinating is rude, he's actually seen through this little trick, but he's also arranging and preparing something, so he's beating somebody at their own game and gossiping about it.

"Then I'll be relieved~"

Wilbur didn't care, tucked the pocket watch into his arms cautiously, and then said with a slight smile: "Then please allow me to solemnly introduce , the rest of the Wilbur Whateleys."

Lorde eyelids twitched, wide-eyed.

Michael lightly sucked in a breath of cold air and seemed shocked by what he saw.

xixi suosuo .....

I saw one Wilbur after another, walking out from all directions.

They were like the hermit crabs left on the beach after the tide receded, flocking to give birth to offspring, walking in almost uniform steps and walking away like stiff marionettes. come over.

Some of these people are wearing dirty blue overalls, some are wearing fancy dresses, some are wearing pajamas, some are wearing police uniforms... Everyone is tall and low, some male There are women, old and young, but the weirdest part is that all of them have the face of Wilbur Whateley.

Roughly, there are at least a thousand people!

Thousands of people with the same face, stared at them with stiff and eerie eyes, a feeling of hair standing up spontaneously.

"Now...the ascension begins!"

Tens of thousands of Wilburs raised their arms and shouted in unison.

"Fuck..."

Lorde was stunned, unfortunately, he was right!

This Wilbur is simply not a monster, it should be said that it is a cockroach that is more appropriate!