Indeed, he figured out everything, now he figured out everything.

No wonder, no wonder, no wonder, no wonder when my great-grandfather saw that he had practiced this magical technique and successfully summoned the angel of power to the world, his expression on his face was not excitement, not pride, but mixed with anger and fear. He wanted to say something several times but wanted to say but stopped.

No wonder my cousin slapped him directly and called him a fool, but what's ridiculous is that he actually thought he was jealous of him.

No wonder his biggest competitor in the Holy See was looking at him like a fool, and no matter how much he showed off or provoked him, he was not moved by it. He was ruthless and he had already suppressed him steadily. He finally had self-knowledge and did not dare to fight with him anymore. Now it seems that the reason why he ignored him should be because he already understood that he would eventually become a "sacrificial". By the way, what should I care about the provocation of a person who has no future at all?

No wonder……

I used to be blinded by arrogance and thought I was so lucky. The guys in the Holy See are all fools. Now it seems that those guys are not fools. This real fool is just himself!

"That's right, it's what you think." Miarel, the angel of force, looked at Rossi coldly, and continued to sprinkle salt on the wounds in his heart, fearing that he wouldn't fully understand his stupidity.

"We have all cleaned up the surrenders who dared to offend God," Miarel, the powerful angel, said lightly the follow-up that was not recorded in the diary, "and then we reached an agreement with the Holy See again..."

"Needless to say, I understand what you want to say. You should want to tell me that after the death of those gods, including my ancestors, you reached a new agreement with the Holy See. You need the faith of believers, because you need the power of faith to practice, and the Holy See also needs you to appear from time to time to show some "miracles" to gain more believers to consolidate the prestige and status of the Holy See. Therefore, the Holy See destroyed all the records of the truth about this matter and deceived us to practice this god-seeking technique..." Rossi suddenly interrupted the words of the powerful angel Miarel.

"No, it can't be considered a deception." The angel Miarel shook his head, "As far as I know, the Holy See has an agreement with the various god-subduing families. Whether they want to or not, the god-subduing families must take turns to offer descendants who can practice god-subduing skills as sacrificers in order. The sacrifice family will be tilted to a certain extent among the resources of the Holy See. Of course, if the god-subduing family makes a coordinated privately, the Holy See will not interfere. Even if they are unwilling to give their descendants, as long as the god-subduing family can find other people with other surnames who can practice god-subduing people, it is acceptable."

"No wonder..." Rosie's eyes flashed for a moment, then he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, covering the regret in his eyes.

No wonder when I was a child, my father always said that he would pass on the Lord's gospel to the world, running around all over the world, and brought back an adopted son when he was ten years old. It was ridiculous that I thought it was my father's illegitimate son outside and had a big fight with my father. Now I think that the so-called adopted son should be the father who worked hard to find a "sacrifice" to replace him.

At the same time, Rossi also understood why his family has been doing so smoothly in the Holy See over the years. It turns out that there is a reason for all this.

"So, the things I used to threaten you before have no effect on you at all, right?" Rosie slowly opened her eyes and looked at the force Angel Miarel.

"That's right, because you are the top secret, it's just a tacit existence to the Holy See." The angel Miarel nodded, "And the reason you haven't known is that your father can't bear to tell you the truth and want you to happily go through your short life."

"Okay, you should thank me. I made you an understanding ghost, right? Ah, no, when the sacrifice is over, you will disappear from heaven and earth forever, and there will be no trace of trace again, so why does the ghost say this? Now, leave your last words, because of the fate of you and I will pass it back." The powerful angel Miarel looked kind-hearted.

"Last Word?" Rosie slowly lowered her head, looking extremely decadent, and her voice became heavier and smaller, "My last words are..."

"Go to die!" Just when everyone thought Rossi gave up completely, he suddenly roared, gathered all his holy power in his right hand, and blew his fist to send his strongest blow to the force angel Miarel.

"Overbial power!" The strength angel Miarel snorted coldly, raised a hand, and a faint holy light gathered in his palm, and with a light grip, it blocked Rossy's strongest attack.

"No--!" Amid Rossi's scream, the force angel Miarel gently turned his hand and pinched the back of his neck again. He stretched out his wrist and lifted him into the air. The ancient Hebrew language with a sense of solemnity and sacredness sounded again.

"Ray, Moore, find a way to stop him!" Jian'er frowned. Now is not the time to watch a big show. According to these two people (one person is used for one day), if the power angel Miarel is really allowed to complete this sacrifice, then the angel he recruited should be a family that is not weak. This power angel is so difficult to deal with. Another one is the same, no, it should be stronger, and that would be really troublesome.

Is this necessary to remind Jane? Almost as Jane's voice sounded, Lei and Moore had already attacked the angel.

Unfortunately, it was useless. It might be that the sacrificial poem of the power angel Miarel had been completed halfway. In just a few short notes, a cloud of light appeared above the head of the power angel Miarel, and a vortex of light was completed in less than a few breaths.

The holy light sprinkled, making the force angel Miarel, who shook his wings in the holy light, look particularly sacred, and what about Rossi in his hand? In this holy light, Rossi's skin seemed to have lost its moisture and began to slowly dry up, and the skin began to become more and more transparent, and finally turned into small spots of light, completely melting into this holy light.
Chapter completed!