Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 565

Seal the authority of God?

This...how is this possible? !

Lorde was fiercely startled at first, then he couldn't help but raise his eyes and re-evaluate the daughter he identified as the first single thought that came to mind was that it was impossible to achieve.

Even though the enemy they face is a Partial God, it's authority is absolutely beyond mortals to shake!

Let's not mention whether Nyxia's Zanpakutō has the function of sealing divine power, the difference in nature between the two is enough to turn all efforts into bubbles.

Although Nyxia's origin is unclear, he can clearly perceive his daughter's spiritual pressure, which is roughly equivalent to an ordinary Captain level, which is only about the third-class level.

And just now, with the help of the spiritual pressure accumulated in the atmosphere, and using Kikōō as a carrier, the power increase of the two Schrift, the destructive power that burst out in an instant, is comparable to the strength of 1st-Class Spiritual Pressure!

Even so, he failed to defeat Partial God, even more how is 3rd-Class Spiritual Pressure? The battle between Shinigami is the battle between spiritual pressure, and the same applies to the gods.

When the power gap between the two sides is almost as huge as a dimension, any tricks used are just an utterly inadequate measure, mantis trying to stop a chariot that's all.

Just as Aizen crushes many Shinigami after stepping into the Transcendent Level, later can't even feel the spiritual pressure and existence of it, as if there is a huge gap across a dimension!

Nyxia saw through Lorde's concerns, pursed her white and dry lips, and squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, father, please believe me, although there is a big gap between each other, this is exactly what I am. The meaning of existence with Fusei."

Lord looked at Nyxia's firm eyes, hesitated for a moment, and decided to trust his daughter once, after all, there was no other way, so he nodded slightly and said: " I can still accumulate the last power, how do I need to cooperate with you?"

"Only relying on Shinigami's power cannot destroy the Partial God." Nyxia looked at Seraph next to him, and there was a strong emotion in his eyes. , but soon disappeared, and said slowly: "Only you... can give father, power to destroy darkness and evil and bring light back to the world."

This child .. ....

Why does it give me a very familiar feeling, and it seems to be also Heaven?

Michael looked at the girl in front of him, and his calm heart suddenly rippled, as if some kind of special emotion was surging.

Lorde didn't notice the difference between the two because of the angle, but was deeply puzzled by Nyxia's proposal: "She can't use seraph wings, how can you give me the power to break the darkness and bring back the light?"

"No...also a way!"

Nyxia mouth slightly open, took a deep breath, and stared intently Writing to Michael, he said word by word: "Would you like to enter into a heaven contract of ancient era with my father, and become his guardian angel from now on?"

Heaven contract? guardian angel?

This series of nouns, Lorde was in a fog, with question marks floating in his mind.

However, Michael's expression became a bit intriguing, with a hint of doubt in the complexity, emerald green eyes rippling, staring at Nyxia silently.

Lorde frowned, eyes wandering between the two women, feeling that this so-called guardian angel contract might not be that simple.

"Do you...know the meaning of guardian angel?" A strand of golden hair hung down, Michael's soft eyes suddenly changed, exuding a strong oppression, as if The person before the interrogation.

"I know...but I have no choice."

Nyxia bit her lip, her voice slightly low: "This is the only thing that can stop the Partial God from coming. The way."

Michael was silent, neither agreeing nor rejecting, and those jewel-green eyes seemed to be deeper.

Through those pure eyes, you can see a quiet flowing river, shining like stars.

She...is still hesitating.

After all, if a contract is really made, it means that she has made a choice and put her last hope on this man.

Om——

At this moment, the mutation intensifies!

The trembling earth kept cracking and shattering, revealing a huge ravine, and endless gray mist seeped from below, waving like a tide, gradually rising into the sky.

As the gray haze filled the area, Partial God slowly opened five fingers, and hundreds of millions of dazzling rays of light bloomed from the palm of his hand. Among them, you can vaguely see, hazy phantoms of countless star spheres, Slowly turn the inside of those five fingers.

It's like holding the entire universe, time and space are intertwined, setting off a surging wave of power, turbulently spreading out in all directions, with billions of brilliance falling into the sky.

The space is like crumpled paper, showing a twisted and folded scene, and the time within this area shows a state of chaos and disorder.

What is chaos, disorder?

Things that have been destroyed or disappeared from the timeline now reappear under the influence of brilliance, and superimpose the two states of destruction and restoration, constantly repeating from birth to death. The process!

Time moves neither forwards nor backwards, but moves back and forth in 'jumps', resulting in today's bizarre scene.

The Newcastle, which was restored in one second, will be destroyed again in the next second;

Wilbur Whateley, who was resurrected in the last second, has not had time to bloom with a proud smile on his face, The next second it turned into a dead bone again;

The tens of thousands of ordinary persons who suddenly appeared in the last second were astonished to think that they were resurrected, and the next second they were thrown into the slaughtering factory and experienced it all over again. Painful torture.

In the chaotic jumping time, the gray haze gathered billions of brilliance, and in the palm of Partial God, gradually projected and constructed a bronze portal.

"There's no time..."

Nyxia bit her lip, and the vision of the future came to her mind, trying to control herself not to be so frightened, looking at Michael, who was hesitant, suddenly opened his mouth and read out a paragraph, the tone fluctuated greatly, and the language was quite strange.

Michael's pupils shrank slightly, with a bit of surprise and dazed expression on his face. This bizarre tongue-in-cheek language was actually the Enochian she was familiar with!

Enochian, the language of angels.

Although some talents, Sorcerer, favored by angels, can understand and understand the meaning, but cannot use this language, any human being is no exception, even the Sorcerer Supreme.

The fact that a human could use Enochian is strange enough in itself.

What Nyxia said made the Leader of Seraphs even more shocked and fell into deep silence.

"As you wish..."

After a moment of silence, Michael finally made up his mind and slowly stood up from the ground.

Step~

Step~

Step~

The holy seraph wings slowly unfolded, Michael looked solemn and solemn, as if detached from the The exile in this world exudes incomparable holiness.

A pair of feet that were crystal clear and jade-like, stepping on a dirty road full of dust, but without the slightest bit of dirt, walked towards Lorde step by step.

next moment.

The distance between the two is almost zero.

The special aroma of angels is lingering on the tip of the nose.

Lord's dazed and embarrassed expression, Michael's cheeks flushed slightly, as if he had made up a certain determination in his heart, bit his lips and suddenly stood on tiptoe, making the lips of the two of them directly. touch together.

A soft voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

With the brilliant rays of light blooming, pieces of white feathers fell from the sky.

“Heavenly Father is above...

I am in the name of Saint Michael!

I make an ancient agreement with the man in front of me, Lorde Karl Heaven vowed to become his guardian angel from now on.

Love what he loves and think what he thinks.

Bear the pain for him and endure the suffering.

No matter what Poor or rich, humble or noble;

Whether in troubled times, or rejected by God.

I will draw my sword and fight for him, and gather my wings for him.

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Never give up until Eternity!”