Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 557: Cockroaches

What the hell.

Lod was puzzled.

He then looked at the angel beside him, hoping to get some answers from her.

"I'm sorry. I don't know either."

Michael blushed and shook her head in shame. "I don't know much about it than you do. The only thing I know is that Wilbur might have died a long time ago. The thing in front of us now might just be covered in human skin."

It?

Lod frowned slightly and noticed the words that the angel used to describe Wilbur.

In English, this word was generally used to describe things other than humans and humans. It was usually used for animals and plants, but sometimes, it could also be used as a reference for certain things.

"Your Holiness," he said, "you are the Angel Commander of Justice and Guardian of Justice. Isn't it a little too rude to call me that?" Standing across a sinkhole, Wilbur did not show any madness under the sunlight. Instead, he looked more like an elegant gentleman with a warm smile on his lips.

However, such an abnormal behavior could not make them lower their guard.

This was because danger was often hidden under the seemingly peaceful surface.

The more abnormal and dangerous it was, the more common and easy to understand.

"No matter how similar your acting is, I can still smell the smell on your body. It comes from the deep darkness of other dimensions." Michael slowly stood up. Her golden hair fell down, covering the two proud peaks in front of her chest. Her slender, snow-white waist was so slender that even Lod could not help but look at her.

"You are wrong, Your Majesty Archangel."

Wilbur looked at the angel meaningfully and smiled. "I am me. I have never changed. I am IWilbur Wattley."

Michael's eyes were a little cold, obviously not believing what he said.

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth." Wilbur took two steps forward with his crutch and looked up at the blue sky. He raised his hand to block the dazzling light of the sun and said slowly, "Actually, I want to thank you, Your Majesty. If you hadn't suddenly appeared and that thing, I might not have seen the truth of the world in my life."

My God, the culprit is you!

Lod glanced at the angel and coughed twice, meaning that what exactly did you do?

"Yes. The fragments of the Limbo." Michael lowered her head, her face filled with helplessness and regret. "There is also a fragment of the Limbo that fell here with me. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why it has become like this."

So it was you who got it!

The corners of Lod's mouth twitched. He was also curious about where an ordinary British noble got the fragment of the Limbo from. This could be considered a case. It was all caused by this Seraph.

"The Limbo is just a fragment. It is impossible to make him like this." Michael explained in a low voice.

"That is indeed the case, but it pointed out the path ahead for me."

Wilbur smiled and continued, "The Limbo is like a door, and I just happened to find the key to open it. I saw a real god. He is not as high and mighty as you. Instead, he allowed me to obtain vast knowledge that I would never be able to obtain in my lifetime in the endless space of hollow. That knowledge inspired me and allowed me to understand the real world."

"That is not a god!"

Michael's tone was a little cold, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes. "You are just an ordinary person, so you have no idea what kind of terrifying existence exists in the endless hollow dimensional turbulence. They may grant you great power, but they will always want you to ask for compensation, and that is a price you can not afford!"

Regarding this, Lod expressed his approval.

There were countless different dimensions in Marvels. There were all sorts of evil gods and demons in the Divine Capital. Sometimes, it was really easy for something to happen when communicating randomly.

After all, not every god could have friendly contact with their believers, respond and give them what they wanted. For example, Dormammu and his followers in the dark dimension next door had a lot of say in this aspect.

"So what?"

Wilbur said nonchalantly, "At least he responded to me. I sincerely believed in God for twenty-nine years. But when I was tortured by pain, where was the almighty Lord?"

"God. He will not interfere with the choices of humans." Michael hesitated for a moment before saying, "If you want God to beg for help when you encounter any difficulties, then humans will not have today's progress, nor will they create such a glorious civilization."

This explanation was quite far-fetched.

Even Lod could tell from it that it was a tone that barely matched.

"Your Majesty, lying is not a good habit."

Wilbur smiled and said, The reason why the almighty Lord did not help humans was because he was not omnipotent. He could not respond to everyone's prayers, nor could he satisfy everyone's prayers. He was just a stone statue in the church.

Michael was silent. He did not refute or argue.

From the dim light in the angel's eyes, Lod seemed to read a hint of sadness. His heart suddenly shook.

Could it be that the guess was true?

Was the so-called God really dead a long time ago?

If not, it would be difficult to explain why Michael, who was similar to God, showed such a sad expression.

"I don't understand. It doesn't matter."

A strange smile appeared on Wilbur's lips. "After all, not everyone is as lucky as me. You will soon understand what I mean."

Lod tilted his head and asked, "Are you finally going to make a move?"

"Yes, the preparations are done."

Wilbur took out an old pocket watch from his clothes. After opening it, he looked at it and smiled. "Thank you for listening to me. I can perfect the last part of the godly ascension ceremony."

"It doesn't matter ---"

Lod smiled back and said calmly, "It just so happens that I am preparing some things as well."

Wilbur's method of stalling time was very crude. He had actually already seen through this little trick a long time ago. It was just that he was also setting up and preparing some things. That was why he had played along with the plan.

"Then I can rest assured ---"

Wilbur did not care. He carefully stuffed the pocket watch into his arms and smiled. "Then please allow me to make a grand introduction. As for the other Wilbur Wattley."

Lod's eyelids jumped, and he could not help but widen his eyes.

Michael gently sucked in a breath of cold air, as if she was shocked by what she saw.

It was so strange.

One by one, Wilbur walked out from all directions.

It was as if the tide had receded. The crabs that stayed on the beach gathered together in order to give birth to their descendants. They walked with almost uniform steps and walked over like stiff puppets.

Some of these people were wearing dirty blue work clothes, some were wearing gorgeous clothes, some were wearing pajamas, and some were wearing police uniforms. Each person was tall and low, there were men and women, some were old and some were young, but the most strange thing was that everyone had the face of Wilbur.

There were only a few thousand people!

Thousands of people with the same face stared at them with stiff and strange eyes, and a feeling of goosebumps arose.

"Now, Godly Ascension, begin!"

Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked fanatical and raised their arms together.

"F*ck."

Lod was stunned. Unfortunately, he was right!

This Wilbur was not a monster. It should be said that he was a cockroach!