Yahweh doesn't want to talk

"Then I am really sorry for letting it slip by accident. After all, Gaotian doesn't have such a rule."

"But I won't take it back. If they have the guts, tell them to sue me before the Father in Heaven."

"Even if God is extremely doting on mortals, he will not blame me for such a small matter." The black-haired girl glanced at the witch trembling in the bookstore behind her, and then responded with still an expressionless face.

Ah! My head really hurts. Looking at my younger sister who was brought here by me unintentionally, Chenxing sighed helplessly and said:

"Let's find a pizza shop and wait for Michael and the others. They will be here soon."

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Seeing the two disobedient gods walking away, the shop owner Diana immediately ran out and put up a sign in front of the shop saying "Closed today".

"It seems that the demon kings are in great danger."

Naples, no! I can’t stay in the whole of Italy or even the whole of Europe! I have to leave as soon as possible!

Where to go? It seems that the only country far away from the glory of the Angel Lord is the country in the East...

Soon after, Raphael and the others followed the aura and found the gloating Morning Star in a pizza shop, as well as the Dark Archangel of Death, Abaddon, who gave everyone present a headache.

Volume 2: Those who disobey, divide heaven and man: Chapter 76: The first gathering of those before the throne of God (Part 2)

A handsome young man with fiery red hair and short hair walked slowly past the statue of Umberto I, which was shining brightly in the sun. His humble and calm demeanor made him look like a king or a nobleman from a costume drama, attracting many women and men to stop and take a look.

Some of them even planned to approach and chat with this handsome young man, but the handsome young man did not pay any attention to the ladies' plans. Instead, he looked directly in the direction of Garibaldi Square, where the aura of their eldest sister was clearly releasing a huge presence like the sun in the sky that covered everything.

St. George walked slowly, looking up at the smoke rising from the airdrop box that landed in the finals circle, and said:

"Is it necessary to have such a big sun above your head? It's blinding."

"My eldest sister has never bothered to hide herself. Instead, being outspoken is her usual character." Thinking of this, St. George was relieved. After all, she was arrogant.

"But then again, the further I go, the stronger the sense of déjà vu becomes. I feel like... there seems to be something on my eldest sister's side that's giving me a headache."

"But my eldest sister wouldn't cheat on my dear brother, right?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no."

"We are blood relatives, blood brothers and sisters, sisters and brothers are good sisters and brothers."

"Besides...after all, I have saved the day and brought her back to the right path countless times. No matter how bad my elder sister is, she won't cheat me, right?"

St. George was walking towards the station square guarded by the statue of revolutionary hero Giuseppe Garibaldi while muttering to himself. Suddenly, St. George seemed to notice something and turned to the side.

At this time, a young woman in a light yellow dress and silver-rimmed glasses was hurriedly carrying a suitcase that was also a bit exaggerated in size. Her brows were deeply furrowed on her intellectual and a little neurotic oval face.

"Ah!" With a slight sound, the woman who was walking forward with her head covered stepped on something when she was about to stand up and take a rest. Her body immediately lost balance and fell forward. When she was about to get angry, a broad arm pulled the falling figure back to normal.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Amid the eager looks of the other women around him, a short-haired young man with fiery red hair and an extraordinary handsome face smiled and asked the beautiful woman who was holding on to his arm to steady herself.

"Thank you...thank you?!!!" Upon hearing this, the young woman wearing silver-rimmed glasses quickly changed her panic look and expressed her gratitude to the man who stretched out his arms. However, what came into view was a handsome face that did not look like that of an ordinary person, and eyes that were filled with divinity.

Perhaps most women have been immersed in this novel-like scene, but Diana Millide is a real witch.

In the world of magic, this title means a lot.

A "witch" is also known as a shrine maiden, and there is a fine line between her and a simple magus.

This is a term that represents the descendants of women who became saints, witches, and priestesses in the most primitive times.

Their knowledge and magic are all directly passed down orally from previous witches, so they are theoretically the profession with the longest contact time with gods (witch is just a profession).

Besides, Diana Millide is one of the best witches, otherwise she would not be able to take on the important task of the node.

In this regard, she understood better than anyone else the truth that "regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, in many cases...people who are so beautiful (or handsome) that they are not recognizable as human beings are basically not really human beings."

What's more, the other two gods with similar aura to the one in front of her had just passed by her shop not long ago. The feeling of fear at that time was still vivid in her mind. Diana Milide said that she had not forgotten it at all!

"Another angel? So another demon king has fallen."

However, she was worthy of the title of the best witch. No matter how rich her heart was, Diana Millide quickly adjusted her facial demeanor and revealed a smile that was still a little pale but generally polite.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Unknown. If I didn't have to go to New York for urgent matters, I would definitely thank you very much."

Diana Milide's face showed a very apologetic expression, but her body stepped back decisively.

"But I have something really important to do right now, so I'll take my leave first, 'honourable sir'." As the witch said this, she pulled the suitcase and walked quickly into the distance, without any sign of effort as before.

"I really can't stay in this crappy place anymore! Encountering three gods in just a few hours? This must be poisonous!

"I can't go to the United States anymore, so I'll just go to China as planned."

“I should have known that I should not have given up using magic in order to hide my aura. Otherwise, how could I have run into other gods?” Beneath the calm surface lies a raging heartjpg.

"A witch? Is there any need to be so scared? People who don't know me would think I'm a demon. Really, isn't this ruining the reputation of Mi... er, Qiao?"

Speaking of which, the name of witch is due to my own family reasons.

After all, in the ancient world, the witches who served the Mother Goddess of the Earth were the prototypes of "witches". As Christianity spread in Europe, the ancient faith was lost, or it could be said that it was suppressed and resisted. In this process, the witches who were supposed to be sacred were persecuted and became feared and tabooed beings - the so-called witches.

"You know, no matter which world we are in, our Qiao family has been gentlemen for generations!"

Looking at the witch Diana Milide who was leaving quickly, St. George complained helplessly.

After watching Diana Milide pretending to be calm as she walked past the statue of Umberto I that was shining brightly in the sun, Saint George turned around and continued walking along his original route - the place with a presence like the sun in the sky.

The square in front of the station is guarded by the statue of revolutionary hero Giuseppe Garibaldi.

It was indeed a crowded place, but I had a rough idea of ​​where the target person would be.

I have to say that this is indeed a crowded place, but the aura of the Lord of the Morning Star is becoming more and more obvious.

For in the midst of the stirring crowd there was mingled the voice of the Morning Star and a voice that had been heard somewhere before.

"Abaddon, I just saw you licking the ice cream. So when did you buy this?" A familiar female voice revealed helplessness in the words. Even the helpless tone could not conceal the nobility and elegance in it.

"Don't worry about such trivial matters, Lucifer, Michael is here."

Volume 2: Those who disobey, divide heaven and man: Brothers, don't blame me, it's really that our school's arrangement is too good

I have been compiling a list of items to be mailed to my classmates these days, but fortunately!!!!!!!!!!!Our class's list was finally submitted at 10 o'clock today.

As for the parts that some big guys said they felt were missed, that's something that will be written later in this volume. You guys are too impatient o(￣ヘ￣＃)

Volume 2: Those who disobey, divide heaven and man: The first gathering of those before the 77th throne (Part 3)

Abaddon, the dark angel of death, the archangel of darkness and destruction--------in Judaism, it means destruction, demise, ruins, tomb, underworld, and death.

In fact, just looking at these meanings, we can imagine that K is an extremely prominent and powerful existence in both the Western gods and the angel system - he is a member of the great supernatural powers.

But at this moment, the black-haired lolita girl named Abaddon did not have the demeanor of a great master at all. She raised a 9-inch pizza to her mouth with her delicate white hands, and her small mouth moved like a little hamster.

Of course, this may be because the upper beam is crooked and the lower beam is crooked, or the so-called manners and etiquette may not exist from the beginning. The so-called manners and etiquette are just means made up by the superiors among humans to deceive and fool the lower classes, and all of this is meaningless to the great masters who travel through time and space.

Who knows.

Morning Star paid no attention to Abaddon's reminder. After all, he was different from the Dark Angel of Death, Abaddon, who only worked on Doomsday and slacked off the rest of the time.

No one is more familiar with Michael than her, the leader of justice and good who has been in opposition to herself, the leader of the extremely low and evil Satan, from the beginning to the present, and in countless timelines.

Even the reason for bringing Abaddon here was just to make sure Michael would be the first to have a headache, because this place is closest to Michael.

"He's coming." Along with Morning Star's joyful voice, the sacred "Who Is Like God" that was not so sacred appeared in Morning Star's eyes.

Even with this powerless and disobedient body at this moment, Morning Star could still see the rapidly twitching corners of his mouth. For a moment, Morning Star actually felt that Abaddon's appearance was a good thing. At least at this moment, she was very, very happy.

After all, it was basically herself who was at a disadvantage. After all, evil cannot defeat good, and evil cannot defeat good. Therefore, Michael, as a good person, was much more powerful than her, as an evil person. Even in her strongest state, she was still suppressed by that guy.

However, these have nothing to do with the joy and happiness of the present moment, and joy is something that can only create more happiness if it is shared.

"Are you right? Sir St. George?" Chenxing held his chin with his left hand and glanced at the red-haired young man who was walking towards them.

"You big head ghost! Is that how you act as a sister!!! Eldest sister!! But I am your biological brother!" St. George looked at Morning Star who was gloating and responded with the same encrypted code.

"Every time you hit me, you never did it gently."

"That's because you're such a troublemaker, sis! If you've been playing with fish for a few days, would I be so aggressive? Isn't it just to give you some peace and quiet for a few days?"

At this point in the conversation, there was already a hint of electricity and fire in the eyes of Saint George and Morning Star, while Abaddon, who had just finished eating a nine-foot pizza, watched silently at the conversation that was completely impossible to interrupt.

"How about, next time I'll wait a little longer so you can be gentler when you attack me?" It was unknown when the two of them had reached a strange point in their communication.

"That would be great, but...what about those demons in hell that you have bewitched?"

"It's up to you. Maybe this is life."

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After a while of waiting, Raphael, Joan of Arc (Metatlin), Morning Star (Lucifer), and St. George (Michael) all came to the pizza shop located in the square in front of the station guarded by the statue of revolutionary hero Giuseppe Garibaldi.

(Raphael: I am Raphael! I should not change my name, nor my surname. What is an international angel?

Michael: I didn’t change it, St. George, St. Michael! Besides, how can I say anything about the trumpet?)

The archangels sat around the dining table, which was truly a miracle. After all, the only place where these archangels appeared at the same time was before the throne of heaven.

If we include Abaddon, who has been a dead otaku for many years, they can basically only gather together when they were born from fire at the beginning of creation.

After the archangels took their seats, the customers around the pizza shop were replaced by various handsome men and beautiful women and knowledgeable elders. They lowered their voices but discussed all kinds of messy issues in a confusing manner.

However, the angels ignored their presence. After a long silence, Morning Star was the first to break the atmosphere and succinctly conveyed the current situation. "As for the specific situation, you should have seen it after seeing Abaddon's existence."

"Because of the breath of the seven-headed dragon, Abaddon thought it was the end of the world. In addition, the breath of the Father made this guy who had just woken up run down in a daze."

"However, this guy's true form was stopped by that gossipy Taibai on the way. Otherwise, who knows how many dimensional universes would have been led to destruction along the way."

"Tsk, what a pity." Having said this, Chenxing sounded as if he was slightly disappointed.

"Wow, you cut it! I heard it!" St. George shouted to Morning Star in dissatisfaction.

But no matter what he said, St. George was really thankful in his heart. After all, those universes that were destroyed were all workload! ! ! !

Morning Star didn't care about St. George's questioning and was even a little happy. Although if it really happened, her workload would be much greater than those guys in Heaven.

"It seems that the great master from the East who came here must have been... the intention of someone from the Royal Supreme Palace. If that's the case, then the Heavenly Father's appearance in this universe is probably because of something those two are doing..."

"Enough, Lucifer! You cannot guess the will of God." Joan of Arc's dissatisfied words ended her silence and interrupted Morning Star's continued speculation.

"Forget it. I can't guess what Yahweh is like. Forcing myself to guess is just making a fool of myself. It's pointless. But it doesn't matter. I'll just treat it as a vacation with him."

"Or, I'd better go back......" the girl in black Lolita said timidly, raising her left hand.

Hearing this, several archangels looked at each other. After a silent exchange, St. George stood up helplessly, stretched out his right hand towards the girl and said:

"Forget it, we're already here..." Saint George silently glanced at Morning Star and Jeanne and continued.

"Besides, since you are already here, it must be God's will. There is no possibility for you to leave..."

"Then just like my eldest sister said, let's just treat it as a family vacation..."

"A family? Then shouldn't you call Baili and the others over, and I'll call Samael and the others as well? After all, a family should be together." Don't ask, it must be Morning Star again.

"No! Thank you so much!!!"

Finally I have time to update!!! It's not easy brothers!!!

Volume 2: Those who disobey, dividing heaven and man: Chapter 78: The survivors after the war of gods

In the royal city of Nippur, giant gods, like deus ex machina, are made of pure gold and have two pairs of golden wings slightly spread. A mysterious and elegant cannon-shaped structure surrounds the hilt of a 20-meter-long sword.

A goddess in a Greek-style white dress led a figure dressed like a sci-fi hero from a special effects drama series on the extremely broad Golden Road, which was guarded by towering giant gods, towards the highest central temple - Durangki.

At the end of the lapis lazuli slab of Dur-Anki, which symbolizes the sky of heaven, is the throne of "Bel" Enlil.

Kang, who was slumped on the sacred golden throne, had his half-closed eyes trembled slightly, then opened, and an incomparably majestic divinity flashed in his majestic golden eyes.

The sacred gaze of the great god traveled through space and projected onto the miraculous flood above the sky - everything was within sight.

There, the huge abnormal point that was once raised by the God Killers has disappeared.

"Is it over, respectable fools..." An inexplicable sigh echoed in the solemn and sacred "Heaven" temple, adding a bit of depression to this empty and silent temple.

The temperament of the residents in the south and north of Italy is completely different.

Of course, this is just a common view, but the north is a wealthy metropolis, and the south is relatively poor, so some people say that people in the south are simpler and more welcoming. Milan is a metropolis representing the north, and is a center of culture, economy, fashion, sports and other fields, and is widely known to the world.

The headquarters of the famous magic society, the Copper and Black Cross, is located in this city.

Under the bright sunshine, at the entrance of the Red Copper Black Cross headquarters building, General Paul, accompanied by the Great Knights Clarius and Gennaro Kazi, and the once most powerful Paladin in Europe, Saint Raphael, who had just arrived from the Vatican, came out to greet them.