Terra's Magnetic Field

The fear of others is sensed by the Archangel like a special smell. Her actions have triggered a series of chain reactions, which have unknowingly pushed her to a dead end.

Angel Pressure Value: 38%

That’s all for today.

Postscript: The more you pursue something crazily, the more shallow your knowledge is. There is no such thing as perfection in this world. If you are passionate about something or a work, you must be stronger in this aspect.

Online writing is essentially entertainment, and I never feel like I am writing any kind of literary work.

So we can't say it's the end, and things can't come to an end

There is a strange argument on the Internet now, that is, once a person has money, power, and status, his words are the Bible and cannot be questioned. For example, when many people comment on those popular or once popular Internet celebrities and online writers, there will be a lot of people defending them and not allowing questioning, which is the most fatal.

Not imposing one's will on others is the most basic civilization, and I don't force anyone to follow this.

Can't even express your own ideas these days? This world is subjective. Anyone has the right to say that a popular thing is bad, or to say that a well-known bad thing is excellent.

Don't be influenced by others, and don't follow the trend to pursue empty things. Follow your heart, my friends, and believe that your heart is right. This is also the way of survival that I have always followed.

Also, don't argue with others over some virtual and worthless things. You will always hurt your own heart, and the other party just wants to vent his or her negative emotions.

After all, people live for themselves... When you are dying and look back on your life, how many decisions did you make by yourself?

Chapter 354: New Century Fried Chicken Warriors

"Stop, stop, stop... Are you too nervous?" Archangel Nerga, who took out the submachine gun, looked confused, as if he was just doing an ordinary thing.

She said lightheartedly, "Hi~ This is my little partner, Dagger-chan~ Come and say hello to everyone?"

Angel has the habit of naming the gun, and she often sits alone in the corner and talks to the gun.

The Angel of Exiah's mouth was crooked, and he imitated the puppeteer's ventriloquism and said in a sharp voice:

"I'm Short Sword-chan~ My job is to shoot people who offend Aneng into sieves."

"So reliable..." Archangel rubbed his face against the gun.

She pointed to a seat at the entrance of the fast food restaurant where a Sarkaz woman was trying to escape, so she pointed her gun at that place and shouted:

"Sit down! Where do you want to go? You haven't finished what you ordered. What a waste! Didn't your parents teach you not to waste food? Oh, most Sarkaz people don't have parents..."

The Sarkaz woman hugged the child beside her and cried:

"Please...at least let this child go...let her go!"

"Shh... why are you saying that? Do I look scary? That's not what you say on the battlefield. You all think I'm reliable. Why do you all find it scary when I show up here and pull out a gun?"

The Archangel retracted the muzzle of the gun, turned his body to the other side, raised his free hand and waved his finger, "Shh~ Don't act rashly, just sit where you are. The short sword has a bad temper, and I can't control it. This is when you need..."

"Tick-tick-tick~ Little Victor!!" Exiah pulled out another submachine gun from the other side of his vest and said to himself, "Come and say hello to everyone?"

"Aneng, shouldn't you have called me out first? Why did you take the dagger first? Humph!" Angelic Angel's mouth tilted to the other side, and this time she used a low tone. It seemed that she was having a lot of fun.

"Really... you're jealous again. Little Victor is just easily jealous ~ haha ​​~" Angelica said with a laugh, and everyone else was frightened by her neurotic behavior.

The place that was noisy just now was now silent, and the solo of the Archangel seemed even more creepy.

"Why aren't you smiling?" Angelo restrained her smile, which showed that her smile was actually fake...

"Aren't my jokes funny?"

She threw her hand toward the sky, and the pouring bullets sawed a large crack in the ceiling of the fast food restaurant. The continuous and restless gunshots swept throughout the fast food restaurant.

"Oh~ this... this..." Exia looked at the smoking muzzle of the gun and showed a panic, "This is because the trigger is too sensitive! It's an accident! I didn't really want to shoot... It was an accident!... My gun has its own ideas!"

“Haha…” The laughter first came from somewhere, and those who heard it followed suit. They understood that this was the only way to survive.

The Archangel laughed awkwardly for a few times, then turned around and asked Clo:

"Chloe, can I have a power breakfast?"

She playfully climbed onto the counter, sat on it and pointed the muzzle of the gun toward the inside of the counter. Cloe and Murat had no choice but to raise their hands and get up from under the counter. Cloe said respectfully and nervously:

"Aneng, of course you can... after all, you are God..."

"Murat!..." He winked at the shopgirl.

But just as Murat was about to leave, Angel stopped her. She gestured with her gun, "No, no, no, Chloe... You don't understand what God meant. God wants you to make her a breakfast."

"Ah?..." Although Cloe was reluctant, he had no choice but to do as he was told.

While Clo was busy in the kitchen, Archangel walked around the store with two submachine guns. The people around him lowered their voices and dared not breathe.

“Huh… Damn, why are there so many Sarkaz here? I never noticed there were so many Sarkaz on Rhodes Island before… Are you demons so fertile?”

She raised her gun and pointed it at the back where she had just stood, and asked:

"Who called me the light bulb lady just now?"

“……………………”

"…………"

The people in that row looked at each other, and no one dared to reply.

"Hurry up! Otherwise I'll kill you all!" The Archangel screamed, and then said to the raised gun:

"Dagger-chan, you can't be so rough~"

"Hurry up and tell me the answer. You should know exactly what to do."

The Archangel issues an ultimatum.

“This is [Order]”

A few seconds later, a Sarkaz youth stood up from the squatting crowd and said timidly:

"It's me... I just... I just followed the others and shouted... I didn't mean it..."

"No problem, demon guy," the Archangel pulled the trigger, and the bullet enhanced by power accurately blasted the Sarkaz youth's head into a pulp! Blood and flesh flew everywhere! Splattered everywhere...

"Ah Pulupai~" the Archangel shouted.

"Ah! ..." Passersby with poor tolerance were frightened to the point of fainting. Many more people just felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"It's the trigger. The trigger is too sensitive. My hand shook and the bullet came out." Angel said coldly. She turned her head and saw Murat's pale face. She was curious and asked:

"Are you afraid of me? As a Sakota, you shouldn't be afraid of me. You should cheer for what I did. This is what a Sakota, a Lateran..."

"Yes..." Murat had no choice but to agree. She couldn't hear what the Archangel said at all.

"You are not the Sakota who was born in Lateran, are you?" The Archangel sensed something.

"I... I was born in Iberia, and returned to Lateran with my parents when I was ten years old... But I didn't stay there for long... It wasn't suitable for me..."

"Oh, so... Then I'll give you a chance to become a real Sakota." The Angel walked to the other side of the counter, pulled Murat out, handed her the dagger in his left hand, patted her shoulder affectionately, and said:

"There are a lot of demons here. Please randomly pick a lucky audience member~ my little cutie~"

After saying this, the Archangel blew air into Murat's ear, causing the Sarco girl to tremble so much that she almost couldn't hold the gun steadily.

"But I... I can't shoot... I don't even have a protective gun..."

"There is no Sakta in this world who can't shoot," the Archangel pressed close to Murat's delicate body, holding Murat's gun-holding arm with his own hand, forcing Murat to aim the muzzle at a middle-aged Sarkaz in the corner of the fast food restaurant. The old man was missing a leg and an eye, and his horn was also broken and incomplete. He should be a veteran who retired from the front line.

"The way to use a gun is engraved in our genes and blood. All you have to do is point the gun at what you want to kill... and then follow your heart... and then..."

The old Sarkaz man subconsciously wanted to resist, but his body could not move, and he couldn't even breathe. He seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force. This strong sense of oppression was a hundred times stronger than facing Her Highness Theresa directly!

Since when, the pupil of the left eye of the Angel has shrunk and transformed into a cross shape, and the color scheme has changed to black and white. When this eye looks directly at living things, it will forcibly deprive them of their ability to move, symbolizing absolute [suppression].

(Aneng with heterochromatic eyes)

"Pia~" Exia playfully shouted out the onomatopoeia of shooting, and then helped Murat pull the trigger.

The bullet was fired instantly, piercing through the old Sarkaz man's heart at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, taking his life in an instant.

A tear flowed uncontrollably from the Archangel's right eye, and she wiped it away.

Angel Pressure Value: 54%

Murat's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing. She suppressed the discomfort brought by killing just to prevent herself from crying out loud. She was afraid that once she cried, the Archangel would start a killing spree.

"Woo... woo..." A low whimper came from Murat's throat, like a broken locomotive engine. Her heart was beating very fast, and the flashing glare of the halo above her head suggested that her thoughts were in a mess at the moment.

"Mura, my child, how do you feel?" The Archangel asked Murat kindly, and then said, "After taking the life of the first Sarkaz, you have become a qualified Sakta. We are born to hunt, and taking lives is our instinct. You don't need to be ashamed of this, but rather feel proud of it."

"The gun is an extension of our limbs, transmitting our power to more distant places. It is also our faith. We hold the gun and pray to the god of death, exchanging our lives for hers. Every gunshot is a mass for her. Every prey we hunt is a sacrifice to the Lord."

"Amen……"

The Angel of Energy chanted devoutly, and after she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue to lick the hot tears that Murat shed.

The light of the halo above her head was intermittent like a light bulb with poor contact, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

It will be dark in a while.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of her mouth were raised, and there was a hint of cynicism in her evil look, a kind of contempt for everything in the world.

She is a demonic ancient god, maybe she will be well-behaved in front of the person she likes, and be kind in front of the younger generation. But cruel, playful, arrogant, exclusive, jealous, vicious, and likes to play with people's hearts are her nature.

She will never be loved, and will always be jealous of others.

She is a devil disguised as a god, a sinner disguised as a saint.

She once possessed all the virtues in the world: chastity, temperance, generosity, diligence, gentleness, tolerance, and humility.

They also commit the sins that are possible in this world: lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, wrath, envy, and pride.

"What can boys play with? Frogs, snails, and puppy tails~ What can girls play with? Sugar, frying pans, and other good things~

"What about me? What can I play? I can play scary games~~"

"Dissection, waterboarding, hanging, dancing on fire~"

The Angel of Energy suddenly sang this inexplicable song and asked in the direction of the kitchen behind him, "Hey~ Is my breakfast not ready yet?"

"Almost there!..." Cloe turned up the temperature of the oil pan to the highest, trying to use the sound of frying to cover up what he was doing. He actually sent a text message for help to the Rhodes Island Defense Department?

But he still underestimated the hearing of the Archangel. The Archangel raised his left hand and the bullet accurately hit the kitchen, bounced off the wall twice, brushed past Clo's ear and shattered his mobile phone!

This seemed easy for the Archangel? After all, she didn't even look over there when she fired.

"If you do anything else, I'll cut you into pieces~"

A drop of blood oozed from Clo's cut ear and dripped onto the cold metal table.

He had never felt so powerless, the powerlessness of an ordinary person facing a strong man... He knew that the Angel could kill him, Murat, and everyone here as a joke at any time... Their lives were just her playthings.

He had never had such a strong desire for "power", a power that could protect himself and those around him...

"Gui Qiao, please share some of your strength with me..." The first acquaintance he thought of at this time was Gui Qiao, his former college classmate. He had long seen that the guy was definitely not an ordinary person.

But what was Guishao doing at this time? He was definitely not in Rhodes Island anyway, and there was no way he could stop the cruel and absurd drama of the Angel of Exiah...

"Your energizing breakfast..." After Cloe prepared all the food in the set, he carefully packed it and handed it to the Angel, and also prepared the other things she had asked for.

After receiving a large bag of fast food, Angel smiled sweetly, just like the one on the street billboard in Rhode Island. She smiled and said to Chloe:

"Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier? You have helped me and yourself, and saved everyone present. Now no one will die. You have become a [Hero]. Congratulations..."

The Archangel pretended to slap the fast food packaging with his gun-holding hand, simulating applause.

BGM: "Good, or Don't Be."

"Congratulations..." Others followed the Archangel's abstract behavior.

"congratulations……"

"congratulations…"

“Congratulations…”

"congratulations…"

"Thank you..." Clo said awkwardly. He watched the back of the Archangel walking out of the fast food restaurant and going away to the other side of the road...

Goodbye Aneng, goodbye Lafei, see you forever!

And to all our customers, congratulations!

This is the inner completion of an ordinary Victorian.

(New Century Fried Chicken Warriors...)

"It's totally incomprehensible!" The first thing Clo did after seeing Aneng's back disappear was to cross the counter and hug the unconscious Murat who collapsed on the ground. While shaking her body, he asked:

"Are you okay? Talk..."