Chapter 1497 The Found Demon

In the dim wooden house, a burst of flames suddenly ignited.

"You are finally here...I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

On the side of the long table, Messika said in a deep voice, her body, which had long been devoid of flesh and blood, was trembling uncontrollably.

On the table, prophecy cards with gold edging and red background were placed neatly, and opposite Messika, a figure with flames all over his body was silently watching her.

"I miss you, and so do everyone else."

Finally, the flames on the figure dissipated, revealing the male face below and the black wings behind it.

"Countless years have passed, and you finally called out my name, which allowed me to find you. Come back to hell with me, Messiah the Betrayer."

The long black hair hangs behind him, his face is soft and beautiful, but his eyes are very cold, and he holds a red sword in his hand.

"Don't be so anxious..." Mai Xi said coyly.

"No one can refuse me." His tone was calm, but there was a power over everything in it.

"I know, I know..." Messika said repeatedly, "You have changed a lot over the years, but this kind of power has not changed at all."

"I'm not here to catch up with you." He closed his eyes, opened them again after a few seconds, "I'm here to take you away, and throw you into the lake of fire burning with brimstone, so that you will suffer forever .”

"You've been waiting for hundreds of years, so there's no need to be in a hurry, right?" With that said, Messika handed out the prophecy card on the side.

"I've seen your tricks before." He said lightly, not paying attention to the prophecy card.

"Aren't you afraid? Are you afraid of revealing your own destiny?"

"Inferior aggressive tactics." He shook his head, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "but I've never been afraid to look directly at my own destiny."

After speaking, he sat across the long table and drew a prophecy card from Messika's hand.

On the front of the card, there were two familiar figures drawn. Messika was taken aback. She had only seen this card not long ago.

"Butch and Cecilia." The one who said this was not Messika himself, but the person opposite her.

"I remember them deeply, and I think you too, Messika the Betrayer." He sighed and turned the card over.

Without waiting for Messika to signal, he stretched out his hand again and drew another card from the pile.

After turning over the prophecy card, a huge mushroom cloud leaped in front of him, and the flames below were blazing.

He carefully looked at the scene painted on the card, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then turned the card over.

"No..." Messika seemed to have discovered something, and muttered to himself.

"What's wrong?" He asked casually, stretched out his hand and drew another card from the pile.

This time, instead of the pattern covering the surface of the card, the front of the prophecy card, there is only a special arched symbol, which is Omega, which symbolizes the end of everything.

Looking at the three prophecy cards he drew, this time, Messika finally realized the problem. Some of the cards he just drew were drawn by Rhodes and some were drawn by Inota not long ago.

Among them, the prophecy card symbolizing the doomsday judgment was cut out by Messika himself, which undoubtedly explained something to her.

"Why is this happening?" Messika covered her head, the purple crystal on top of her head flickered frantically, but she couldn't get any results.

"What exactly is bothering you?" Noticing the abnormality of Messika, he asked proudly, "Did you lose your mind just by feeling my fate?"

He stood up, walked around the long table, and whispered in Messiah's ear, "You have seen my destiny. I will bring down the final judgment on the world. In the end, this world without gods will come to an end."

He sealed the last prophecy card and put his hand on Messiah's shoulder: "Are you ready to leave?"

His words came to his ears, and an inexplicable look flashed in Messika's eyes: "You mentioned God, how can you be sure that He doesn't exist?"

His face sank: "In order to serve God, I made great achievements in the jihad of expelling alien races. Even so, I have never seen a real miracle symbolizing God, let alone seeing A real god."

"When I was thrown into hell and burned by the fire of purgatory, God never appeared in front of me. Is it because He took pity on the feathers on his body and refused to spend a single bit of strength for me, or He did not exist at all from the very beginning. ?”

He raised his head and said these words aloud, like a compassionate apostle, questioning the various injustices that have occurred.

"Frankly speaking, I am looking forward to him appearing in front of me and then stopping all my actions. In this way, I can ask him personally, when I am suffering, when my faith is shaken, where is he? Test Is my piety more important than my love?"

The strong aura was released from his body, and Messika trembled all over, unable to say anything for a while, and after a while, she asked: "What if... what if God never appears?"

His hands, gripping Messiah's shoulder blades tightly, did not answer.

"Did you know? Not long ago, I found a person who opened my prophecy card, and what was revealed on the card was the meaning of God."

As if thinking of something, Messika quickly added: "It's actually not accurate to say that. To be precise, he has the potential to become a god."

"No one can become a god! Even I have never had such an idea." The man stared at him with a burst of anger in his heart, and immediately retorted.

Messika shook his head and said with emotion: "That's not certain... My destiny is to be thrown into the lake of fire burning with sulfur. I wanted to use his power to change my destiny, but I didn't achieve it. It was just a slip of the tongue that made you come here."

"If, just if, becoming a god is his destiny, will there be any changes?" Messika asked in a low voice with a flash of amethyst light above his head.

Seeing that the man behind him didn't answer, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, Messika took a long breath and sighed deeply: "After so many years, I knew that such a day would come, you don't have to believe me everything, take me back to hell, Lucifer..."

"No, I'm suddenly interested in what you said, what's the name of that person?"

"Lord." Messika replied.

"Rods..." The man frowned and asked, "What's your last name?"

"I don't know. He never mentioned it to others, maybe he doesn't have a surname at all." Messika spread his hands, "But I have a hunch that you will see him soon."

"Okay, I'll make a note of it." The man said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, a blazing flame ignited from under his feet, and the Messika he touched disappeared into the flames.

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