Chapter 1536: Chapter 495: Felster: I Want to Go to Heaven, I Want to See the Saint Heir_4
Philona: (눈‸눈)
Just you wait, soon I’ll be blowing Pillow Whip Wind, turning you from the Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven into the Gatekeeper.
…
“I see, the Naturalism Church is teeming with Insectoids, glamorous in public, but filthy in private, so Lord Son of the Holy joined the Naturalism Church.”
Michael pointed at the library’s secretary and said: “Risa, note it down, this Saint approached the Lord Son of the Holy with allure, ultimately redeed and enlightened by him, swearing to follow him.”
Odilia: (눈‸눈)
Aside from the seduction part, she didn’t seem opposed to the blunt truth about the Naturalism Church.
…
“I see, the Dark Goddess has malicious intentions, in order to hinder the return of the Lord Son of the Holy, she commanded her Holy Maiden and Knights to tarnish his purity. There’s nothing good throughout the entire Dark Church.”
Michael pointed at the Dark Holy Maiden and Knights: “Risa, note it down, this Saint approached the Lord Son of the Holy with allure, trying every possible ans, yet it’s another hurdle conquered on the road to redemption by the Lord Son of the Holy.”
Anastasia: (눈‸눈)
Vizi: (눈‸눈)
Although, it seems you got it all right.
…
Michael t with Wayne at Lundan’s wings one by one, turning it into a scene akin to a job interview. His arrogance displeased the multitude of wings, planning to shed several tears when eting the rascal and express grievances.
If nothing works, keep grinding.
Won’t stop until Michael is ground into the Kingdom of Heaven’s Guard!
Michael was completely unaware, indifferent to offending others, seeing today’s progress was about complete, he waved his hand and led the Holy See delegation to stay at Buckingham Palace.
In a certain sense, Buckingham Palace truly was Michael’s estate; he was the rightful heir.
Slyphy was in a good spirits with joyful news, with no thoughts for work, just waiting for Holy Mother Cathedral to be renovated and the statue erected.
At that ti, she’d personally go for a pilgrimage.
Besides Slyphy, no one else was particularly happy.
Especially Austin/Veronica, the Bible already ntioned, he/she was well-behaved/adopted, and soon the whole world would know.
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Night, Buckingham Palace.
Michael sat in the garden clad in white, his golden hair gracefully dancing with the wind.
A shadow silently sneaked in, quietly approaching the garden.
To be precise, this figure walked openly, freely entering and exiting the garden; everyone saw him, yet no one paid attention to him.
Fieldster Julian, the Lord of Pride in the Mortal World.
At this mont, Michael was divided into three, his true self entered Heaven, regaining the true na of a divine being, second to none, enjoying eternal radiance and glory.
The two avatars played the roles of capitalist in the Mortal World, and the head of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride, in Hell.
Acting as a capitalist and Pride was vivid, not seeming like an act.
“Michael…”
Fieldster looked at the young man ten ters away, with a highly grave expression: “Who are you, are you really Michael? Why do you give a different feeling?”
Michael didn’t inform his mortal self about regaining his true na in Heaven, what caliber, sharing Heaven’s glory with him, you’re not worthy of this mory!
The Pride avatar in Hell also didn’t speak, discussing more is useless; what caliber, competing for a position with him!
Hence, Fieldster wasn’t aware that the divine being before him was himself, vaguely felt sothing strange about the other, yet couldn’t pinpoint where.
Apparently…
More arrogant!
“Pride, you’re leading a rry life in the Mortal World!”
Michael slightly sipped the wine: “What are you here for, if you want to go to Hell just say it, no need to make a pointless trip, I don’t want to see you either.”
“Hehe.”
Fieldster heard this, fuming with anger, certain divine beings lacking the awareness of a duplicate; if it could be told or if it could be killed, he would have already pinned him to the ground.
“Michael, why are you in the Mortal World, you’re quite unruly today, whom are you here for?”
Fieldster squinted his eyes slightly, displaying a surging holy intention as a challenge: “Also, how can you enter the Mortal World, with your ability you shouldn’t be able to do so.”
“Since you, Pride, can enter the Mortal World, naturally I, Michael, can too.”
Michael set down the wineglass, slowly stood, clapped nonexistent dust off his sleeves, arrogantly stated: “Watch your tone, in front of you is the Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven, a divine being, Strongest Angel, right of the Divine Throne, second to none, Michael!”
His arrogant deanor was intolerable to Fieldster; the string nad rationality snapped on the spot…
And was reconnected.
Fieldster thought he must control his anger; if he gets angry, the unaware duplicate would surely die, consequences unimaginable, which was not what he wanted to see.
The Kingdom of Heaven cannot lose Michael; tolerable must be tolerated!
“Cack cack cack cack————”
Michael sneered coldly, waved his hand pulling Fieldster into a swirl of darkness.
Two minutes later, Michael erged unscathed and sat down, gracefully sipping the wine.
Fieldster lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily: “Damn it, you should’ve said earlier, how dare you ascend to Heaven, who gave you the audacity!”
“Lord Son of the Holy.”
“…”
Fieldster’s pupils suddenly contracted, indeed, that reasoning was correct.
The Heavenly Father had commanded, Michael entered Hell becoming Pride, cannot regain his true na and ascend to Heaven. But, if it was the Lord Son of the Holy who spoke, disobeying his command nearly equates to disobeying the Heavenly Father’s command, similarly incorrect.
In a dilemma, with the Heavenly Father silent, one could only first heed the Lord Son of the Holy!
Michael: Father, as you saw, it was the Lord Son of the Holy who allowed to ascend; it wasn’t my self-will, I had no choice.
“Damn it, how did I not think of that!”
Fieldster regretted imnsely, the newly hired rookie secretary suddenly lost her charm, stubbornly saying: “Shift position, transfer, I want to ascend, I want to see the Lord Son of the Holy, you’ve been the Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven long enough, it’s my turn.”
“Haha.”
Michael looked down at Fieldster with contempt: “What caliber, do you think you’re even worthy, obediently play with your secretaries in the Mortal World!”
“Then exchange mories, let indulge for a mont, just a mont!” Fieldster’s eyes were red, resembling a withdrawal reaction akin to quitting smoking for five minutes.”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re a bastard; thinking about the past when I endured hardships in the Mortal World, who was it for, hiring so many secretaries again, who’s it for, if not to satisfy your twisted psychological desires!” Fieldster grew furious, shouting for another duel.
If not possible, he’d beat him to death, let his mind return to the true self.
“Stop saying silly things, I’ve no concern for your mories anymore.”
Michael raised his hands high, wearing a white robe, golden hair fluttering, feeling even Lundan’s industrial pollution fus were fragrant: “My spirit has gained unprecedented satisfaction; your lowly desires only tarnish my noble aspirations. Not only are you unworthy of obtaining my mories, but even glancing at yours, I feel indifferent.”
What rookie, what dance major, what Theological Seminary graduate reciting poems, that’s Pride; he, Michael, did not have such bizarre XP.
“Cack cack cack cack————”
“Michael, you’ll regret this.”
“So what, you’re Pride; I am the Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven!”
“Bastard…” Fieldster strained his voice, enduring the wounds and stood, vowing to perish alongside Michael.
The effect was minimal as Michael waved his hand and knocked him down, condescendingly saying: “Enjoy your Mortal World life well, and exchange mories with Hell’s Pride; it’s one of his few consolations, you’d better behave, otherwise…”
“You may not do it, but plenty of others are willing!”
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