Chapter 593 The Silver-Haired Angel's Winning

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in Nowitzki's heart, and he asked the leading four-winged angel: "May I ask, Sir Angel, what do we need to pay?"

The four-winged angel said: "The Son of Light is about to come to this world, and he will become the leader of the angelic army to guide the civilization of the earth, but the coming of the Son of Light requires a price, so we need sacrifices, and a large number of lives as sacrifices. 3.25 million people, in addition to meeting the needs of the Son of Light's coming, many people can be left behind, who can become the legion of the Son of Light."

Nowitzki's heart was cold: "Sacrifice, you also need a lot of lives as sacrifices?"

Sacrifice is a very common method, and any qualified creature civilization in God's Domain seems to have such a skill, which seems to have become a necessary requirement for the coming of the strong.

When he heard that they needed sacrifices, Nowitzki's heart was icy cold. Could it be that the angelic legion he worked so hard to build would eventually become sacrifices for the Son of Light?

No, he can't take it!

Nowitzki said sharply: "I don't know what you are talking about, but we are all fighters of the fighting nation, and we will definitely not be the sacrifices of the sons of light that you are talking about."

The four-winged angel smiled slightly, and then the holy light on his body began to shrink, saying: "I'm not asking for your permission, I'm just letting you know, after all, you are the most loyal servant of the true God, in order to spread the glory of the real body You have made great contributions, and letting you know also represents our affirmation of your contributions."

When the brilliance of the four-winged angel faded, Nowitzki finally saw his true face: "Visnorian, it's you, the leader of the false angel army!"

Then, he looked at the "angels" around him, and an absurd guess inevitably appeared in his mind: "These are pretended by your false angel army."

Because he had preconceived notions before, he didn't think of this, and the true faces of these angels were covered by the holy light, and his heart was already filled with crazy thoughts, leaving no room for reason at all.

Now that he has seen the silver-haired angel Vesnorien, the leader of the false angels, can he still fail to guess the truth?

He only felt a chill that froze his fingertips, and began to transmit to his body: "This, all of this is your conspiracy, all of this was arranged by you?"

If this is true, then he will be a sinner of the fighting nation.

Wisnorian shook his head and said: "No, the person who arranged all this is not me, but you yourself. I just gave you a chance to walk on the right path, but to lead the fighting nation out of the sea of ​​suffering, on this path. The person who leads the bright road is all yourself."

Hearing the silver-haired angel's affirmation, Nowitzki felt his teeth chattering, and he forced himself to say loudly: "Don't accept these forces, stop quickly."

However, no one heard his call, or no one responded to his call.

After shouting twice, he was speechless.

Looking at the kneeling people at his feet, he felt that this was no longer a fighting nation, they had all become a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

However, the person who caused all this was himself.

The silver-haired angel said: "It's useless, the coming of the Son of Light cannot be stopped, of course, if you have a way to kill everyone in a short time, then maybe there is still a glimmer of hope, otherwise, then you can only fight with Together, I witnessed the coming of the Son of Light."

Nowitzki said suddenly: "Why didn't you kill my sanity? Since you can not kill my sanity, can other people's sanity be preserved?"

The silver-haired angel said: "I will not obliterate anyone's sanity, God's will will descend on everyone, awaken their deepest desires, and expel some unnecessary emotions from them, and will disqualify those who were originally unqualified. Life transforms into good souls, but you're already good, so you don't need any changes."

It sounded like compliments, and to Nowitzski's ears, it sounded more than any sarcasm in the world.

There is no need for any changes, that is to say, burying the entire fighting nation and treating them as sacrifices to the Sons of Light is all out of his own will, not because his sanity has been affected.

Such a conclusion made him even more painful and desperate.

The silver-haired angel said: "These sacrifices have been prepared too much, and your performance has far exceeded my expectations, so now I will give you a reward on behalf of the true god. The son of light is about to come and guide the civilization of the earth to the light. His Your subordinates need some talents, and with your merits, you can definitely serve as the head coach of the legion."

Nowitzki smiled bleakly: "Let me be the coach of the legion, will you still rest assured to retain my sense of autonomy?"

The silver-haired angel said: "Of course, the spirit will not change anyone's will, it will only awaken the original thoughts deep in a person's heart. Your will does not need any change, because after you become the commander of the legion, you can continue to fight Commander-in-Chief of the nation, your legion will all be composed of fighters from the fighting nation, and how much prestige you can gain is up to you."

Nowitzki was stunned. He was obviously a sinner of the fighting nation, but in the eyes of the false angels, he became a hero. Now the other side actually didn't want him to pay any price, and let him become the coach of the legion.

Is he going to agree?

Just when he was hesitating, some thoughts involuntarily appeared in his heart: Even if they become angels, they are still the angels of the fighting nation. Whoever makes them slaves of others, it is better to let them be his subordinates. Preserve the dignity of the fighting nation.

Then, he remembered the matter of free will. Can a fighting nation without its own self-consciousness be considered a fighting nation?

But this idea only appeared for a moment, and he found a solution for himself: since I can retain the consciousness of autonomy, then some of them should be able to do it, and the rest of them just need to follow the order, no Need to care too much. And when my strength becomes stronger, I may be able to find a way to restore their minds, or I will instill the spirit of the fighting nation in their minds.

Thinking of this, he was not only excited by his wit.

The silver-haired angel urged: "Quickly answer! Otherwise, we will choose another candidate to be the commander of the Angel Legion of the fighting nation."

Nowitzki half-kneeled on the ground, with his right hand close to his heart: "I am willing to be the striker under the Son of Light, to fight for the true God, for the light, and for the glory of the fighting nation."