Chapter 1670: Chapter 528: Father, Say Sothing!_2
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Hell.
The First Abyss, Heaven.
The sacred Crucifix rose in the center of this pure white world, with Pride, Hell’s foremost dark force, standing before it. He wore a white long robe, his golden hair dazzling, bearing a striking resemblance to Vice Sovereign Michael of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Warm Holy Light descended from the sky, bathing Pride, making him feel as if his soul had ascended to a higher form.
“Look at what you’ve done!”
A fist erged halfway in the air, fiercely striking Pride’s face, causing him to open his eyes abruptly, disdainfully gazing at the incoming fist.
In Hell, in the First Abyss Heaven, ambushing the Vice Sovereign Michael who mirrors him, how laughable.
Such feeble punches, he needn’t even dodge…
Bang!
(ง╬▔皿▔)==O))#)`₃゜)
Ti slowed, Pride’s face distorted, transforming instantly into different sizes of eyes; the punch mark spread waves across his face, neck twisting right and elongating, the whole body soaring into the air.
The next second, ti returned to normal, and Pride spun in mid-air at high speed, doing a three-thousand-six-degree rotation before crashing heavily to the ground in an exceedingly difficult zero-score pose.
Pride: 0(:3)～_(ﾒ」∠)_
Who am I, where am I, what happened, is this Heaven?
Pride supported himself on his arm, attempting to rise but failing three tis; his vision blurred, and his thoughts were a jumble, the identity of the aggressor unclear.
A formidable enemy!
An unprecedented mighty foe, Hell cannot afford to lose, it’s imperative to call upon the original self for help.
Thinking thus, Pride imdiately contacted the carefree Michael, informing him of Hell being invaded, urging him to co swiftly for support.
Upon sending the ssage, Pride’s muddled brain sowhat cleared; he floated upright, shaking his heavy head, his vision focusing on identifying the attacker.
Wayne: (▔皿▔)
“Oh, it’s the Heaven’s Saint Heir, no, the Lord of Hypocrisy of Hell…”
Pride widened his eyes, his brow drawing unpleasantly: “Have you gone mad, why ambush , this is Hell, not your Heaven, are you trying to ignite war?”
“Bastard, what caliber are you, dare speak to the leader like that!” Wayne roared angrily, delivering another punch.
Pride wanted to dodge but was helpless against the vast difference in power, even the current Michael was no match for Wayne, let alone his own avatar, he was pressed onto the ground without a sound.
Workplace bullying!
In the workplace, fresh graduates might not know, but the executive at headquarters can apply violence against a division departnt supervisor at any mont, who cannot retaliate.
“Hey, you’ll dodge again?”
“Try dodging another ti!”
Pride was battered with no strength to fight back, the disparity in power prevented even screams, and soon, the whole Devil was ripened.
A shimring halo rotated, Michael stord into the First Abyss furiously.
He would like to see who dared act recklessly before him, ambushing his avatar Pride, equating to opposing him, the Kingdom’s Vice Sovereign, like the deity, Strongest Angel, the right of the Divine Throne, one beneath the sole Michael!
Seeing the assailant, Michael relaxed his clenched fists, the gloom washing off his face, and his eyes cleared significantly.
So it’s the Saint Heir, no problem.
The workplace bullying was ongoing, seeing his original self arrive, Pride extended a trembling hand for aid.
Michael stood aside with his arms folded, smirking coldly, what caliber is Lord Pride, what qualification to seek his salvation.
Laughable, he deserved such beating!
Whir! Splash!
Wayne halted his punches and kicks, stepping on the indistinct Pride on the ground, coldly gazing at Michael.
Michael puzzled, probing: “Lord Son of the Holy, what happened, if Pride offended you, it has nothing to do with , and if you’re tired of hitting, I can take over.”
“Pride didn’t offend , the one who offended is you, my good Vice Sovereign!”
Wayne sneered repeatedly: “My Kingdom Vice Sovereign, like the deity, Strongest Angel, the right of the Divine Throne, one beneath the sole Micheal, I’m beginning to doubt your loyalty to Heaven.”
“Impossible!”
“Then let ask you, are you loyal to the Saint Heir or the Heavenly Father?”
“Heavenly Father decreed, Saint Heir is the heir, I am loyal to the Saint Heir.” Michael murmured.
“Well, what loyalty you possess.”
Wayne snorted lightly, reached into the air with a grab, fetching out a stubby man in a suit.
Upon closer look, this robust circle of a man was precisely Felster of the Julian Family, possibly having fallen down stairs, bearing amusing bruises.
Felster’s fall had nothing to do with Wayne, it was Michael’s doing, dissatisfied with the avatar leaping and clamoring to ascend Heaven, striking him firmly with an old fist.
Being an avatar for the Kingdom Vice Sovereign is tough, not only to bear the original’s beatings but also to take bla for the original being hit by the Saint Heir.
Wayne glanced at the three Michaels, lightly stating: “I’m not quite satisfied with the current Vice Sovereign, considering so personnel adjustnts; the next right of the Divine Throne will be chosen among you three.”
Pride: _(ÒωÓゝ∠)_
Felster: _(ÓꇴÓゝ∠)_
Michael: ∑(O_O;)
Michael was shocked and afraid, hurriedly saying: “Lord Son of the Holy, I have diligently worked for the Kingdom of Heaven, sleeplessly striving to complete the Bible, I’ve shed blood for the Kingdom, I’ve pled allegiance to the Saint Heir, even if not ritorious but industrious, what caliber are these Insectoids, what qualification to compete with for the Kingdom Vice Sovereign.”
Speaking, he was about to summon back the avatars’ thoughts.
Snap!
Wayne waved his hand, severing the thought connections between Michael, Pride, and Felster.
Not really, Saint Heir, are you serious?
Michael panicked, seeing Wayne with no signs of acting, hurriedly speaking at rapid speed: “If discontent with the New Covenant, I will imdiately return to rebuke Risa, ensuring next ti he dares not to ss, and certainly deliver a most satisfactory version in the shortest ti.”
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