The anchor doesn't want to die

When the messenger arrived, Michael sat alone in the open square, surrounded by white pigeons, cooing continuously.

The messenger seemed surprised, "You were sent pigeons by the enemy?"

"The enemy army has been defeated, and I have stuffed it into the cage of the heavens."

"Then you are here—"

"Wait for you, help me send a message to Morning Star." Saying that, Michael stood up, and the feathers left by the pigeons slipped from his body.

"Bring what?"

"Tell him, I'm waiting for him in heaven."

The archangel spread out his six wings, went straight to the sky, and once again came to the place he loved the most.

On the white sky, there are endless white clouds and the sun is shining.

Michael quietly walked to the palace where the god once lived, knelt down in front of the seat in awe, and bowed like in ancient times.Later, he came to the cage where the demons were held, and said to Feiwen, who was imprisoned by him 10 minutes ago: "I will not imprison you forever. When your uncle surrenders, I will release you."

The blood in Feiwen's chest seems to have stopped, but his mental state is not good.The originally exquisite face was full of indifference and dullness, until he heard Michael's words, he asked in a daze, "Uncle...?"

Said it was a question, more like muttering to himself.Immediately, the wounded demon slowly hugged his body, trembling like chaff.

"Uncle, please, don't...don't punish me...I didn't lose, give me another chance..."

Michael frowned, he seemed to understand why Chen Xing would seriously release water every time he accepted this junior's provocation.However, he didn't care much about other people's affairs. After asking his subordinates repeatedly to "be obedient", he walked to the widest square in the heaven.

That's where the morning star once led a third of the angels to fall.

When he was detaining Feiwen and other demons into the kingdom of heaven, he passed by here, and faintly heard the kind and kind voice of the gods. The long-lost familiarity made him almost cry.So after leaving a message to the messenger, he hurried back to this place.

Since Chen Xing didn't lead troops into the heavenly realm back then, then God should be safe and sound. Why the heavenly realm would be reduced to an empty situation was something he couldn't understand.

He didn't believe that other than the morning star, there was any demon that could hurt the omniscient and omnipotent god. Beelzebub could only hurt a few weak angels if he died.

Michael knelt silently on the square, waiting for God the Father to perform another miracle.

"O omniscient Father God, these years, I have wandered outside, neglected my duties, and failed to fulfill my duty as an archangel. I repent for my dereliction of duty. Dear Father God, are you disappointed and angry at my actions? ?”

"Now the lower world is restless, people are dying, and your people are still suffering. I will fight for their happiness and to protect your glory. I beg you to take another look at your child and accept his love and repentance."

"No matter where you live now, I am willing to follow you and give everything for your love..."

The snow-white feathers fluttered down one after another, like clouds and mist blown by the wind in a pure white world.

The archangel knelt down silently, and time passed by, until a hand was lightly placed on his shoulder.

A deep voice slowly floated down from above, "Get up, my child."

Michael's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly raised his head, only to see the most kind and amiable face in his memory appearing in front of his eyes.

"Father...Father God?" He stood up, trying to hug the God who had been away for a long time, but the latter retreated slightly, avoiding his embrace, which made the pious Archangel a little disappointed.

"Do you hate me?" Michael pursed his lower lip aggrievedly.

"No, you don't have to belittle yourself."

"But why did you leave us... us?"

God smiled gently, and said: "God is no longer needed in the lower world. My children have their own faith and strength, and I can go to other places with peace of mind."

"But hell is in turmoil now—"

"You can handle it all." God stroked his cheek lightly, "You won't let me down, right?"

With tears in his eyes, Michael nodded firmly.

"Those who try to resist you, who try to harm humans, I will not let them succeed-where are you going?"

Seeing God turning around to leave, Michael spoke eagerly.

"Please don't go, I still have a lot to say to you!"

God shook his head lightly, "I want to go back to a higher plane, your brothers and sisters are still waiting for me there."

"I'll go with you!" Even though he didn't know what the higher plane was, he vaguely understood that as long as he went to that place, he could be with God again.

Just like before, he fights for God, cleans up sins for God, and like other angels, surrounds God, plays the piano, paints, dances and sings, praises God and heaven, in exchange for supreme love.

"You really want to go with me?" God turned his head and looked at the reluctant archangel behind him.

"I'll catch up with you after I've dealt with the matter in the lower realm."

"Even if you never return to this world? Can't see the person you love the most?"

"Of course the person I love the most is—" Michael's expression changed slightly.He found that the words he blurted out could not go on as smoothly as he remembered. In the long time, someone squeezed into the gap and filled the vacancy in his heart.

If God the Father gave him affection, then there was another man who gave him a taste of love.Even if he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't casually say something like "don't care" about that person.

He couldn't erase the weight of Morning Star in his heart, even in front of God the Father.

God smiled slightly and said, "Michael, you have grown up, and you are no longer the child who needed your father to protect you from the wind and rain. You have your freedom, and I have no reason to hinder you."

"You...you know it all? Aren't you angry, the traitor and I shouldn't..."

"You are all my children, and I have no right to restrict the growth of children." God smiled and shook his head. "This plane no longer needs 'gods'. The era has developed to this point. No matter in which parallel world, human beings have intelligent brains and sound knowledge and technology. With the development of science and technology, human beings no longer need to pray for health. And happiness, they have their own brand new 'god'."

"Michael, religion will continue to be passed on, but this is no longer a time where prayers are needed to solve ailments. I am relieved that my children do not have to depend on me anymore."

"So you left here and went to a higher plane?" Michael frowned, and walked towards Father God, trying to grab his clothes, but the figure of the latter gradually faded, and finally Dissipated like mist.

"Go and find your own happiness, my child."

Michael knelt down again, covering his face and weeping like a child.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a hand caressing his head.

"Don't cry, that was just a phantom of God." Chen Xing knelt down and gently hugged his shoulders.

"Phantom?" Michael raised his head and stared blankly at the comer.

"Have you ever played a game created by humans?"

Michael nodded lightly. During his reincarnation this time, he was still an anchor who specialized in playing games.

Chen Xing said with a smile: "For the characters in the game world, the creators of the game are gods, but compared with gods, they are a lower level of existence after all. They love gods, and gods may also love them, but each other After all, there is a gap of a plane between them. The "God" who makes the game can modify the world he created according to his own preferences, but the characters in the game world cannot interfere with the will of the "God" through their own actions."

Michael opened his eyes slightly, tears streaming from his eyes.

As if to prove his statement, Chen Xing made a gesture with his hands, and the sunlight passed through his fingers and cast a shadow on the ground.

"Just like I am on this ground, I am a plane higher than it, and I can affect it through my actions." The hand shadow slowly changes shape with the movement of the morning star, and it will become The kitten will turn into a puppy in a while, making the sad and sad Archangel slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

"But it can't change you, can it?"

Chen Xing withdrew his hands, gently hugged his body, and said, "The only one who can change me is you."

Probably closer to the sun, the celestial light is more intense.The warm winter sun shines on the skin, penetrates into the pores, and expels the cold in the heart.The two stood side by side, hovering slowly in the clouds.

"How is the second district?"

"I came here in a hurry after receiving the message from the messenger, temporarily supported by Samael."

"How can you be so irresponsible? Don't you worry—?" Michael frowned, as if he was about to rush to the lower realm, but Chen Xingyi grabbed his wrist.

"So what, if you go with God, then what's the use of me guarding this world without you."

"You really are..." Michael couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed: "God didn't intend to take me away at all. I think he was worried that if I left, you would destroy the world he worked so hard to create."

Looking at Chen Xing's expression, he found that what he said casually seemed to be on point.

Michael's face darkened, and he pretended to be angry and said: "Let's go, let's go back to the human world. I don't want this world to be messed up by your compatriots."

"No." Chen Xing shook his head and continued to make a metaphor for the game: "A game can have many endings, just like one parallel world after another. Maybe there will be more or less parallel worlds between different parallel worlds." There are differences, but if the same option is selected at key nodes, the game will eventually lead to the same ending, which is the end of the world line... I know what the end of the world will eventually be."

"why?"

"In another parallel world we once stayed in, everything was calm, and as a human being, you never even touched the dark side."

Before he thought this world was really just a game, he did realize that this was an "overhead world" relative to the "real world". Now it seems that there may be a parallel relationship between the two.

Michael understood everything, and asked back: "You saw a happy and peaceful ending in that world, so you believe that this world will finally usher in the dawn-the reason is the end of the world line? Morning star, don't be naive, even if It's a game, and if you make the wrong choice, the player will get a very different ending."

"No, because you have already made your choice."

Michael frowned suspiciously and tilted his neck.

"I'm glad you're willing to stand by my side."

When Michael flew over the human world again, it was already noon.Pedestrians wander the streets, but fortunately, as long as he doesn't want to, humans can't see him.

Not everyone has "yin and yang eyes" like him.

The third district seemed to have been completely abandoned by Beelzebub, so he sent his immature nephew to stall for time.With Morning Star leading the way, they quickly flew to the messy Second District.

Although humans cannot see the struggle unfolding above the city, today's extremely high accident rate makes them instinctively curl up indoors.

Michael saw the demon with the appearance of a middle-aged man wrestling with the black-clothed gentleman Samuel, inseparable. The red-eyed demon in the form of a hyena fought desperately with the hellhounds, while the other somewhat unfamiliar In the duel between the devil and Belial, Michael stared at the sickly and pale face obviously caused by excessive indulgence, and finally remembered the former colleague who might be him, Asmodeus.

The demons on both sides were in a bitter fight, which seemed to have been going on since last night.

Beelzebub seemed to be seriously injured, with blood flowing, but his rich experience made him slip like a catfish in Samael's offense, and he could find some opportunities to counterattack from time to time.As a true fighting maniac, Michael only took one look and realized that there is no winner between the two for the time being, and if the fight continues like this, it may last for another three days and three nights.

"I thought a guy as good as Beelzebub, if you were serious, he would have died." Michael glanced at Chen Xing with a look of "you still let him jump alive".

"Suppression is always more difficult than massacre, let alone without him..."

"Ok?"

"Without him taking care of the big and small affairs of hell for me, I won't have time to accompany you often."

Michael let out an "oh" and sneered.

This guy simply wants this guy who has already betrayed to change his mind and help him continue to be a cow and a horse, so he has not been cruel all this time!And the reason why this stupid king with a corpse and a vegetarian meal has such an idea is entirely because he doesn't want to be disturbed during his dating time!

He suddenly felt sympathetic to the demons in hell, and for a moment he couldn't bear to fight against the enemy troops in front of him who were trying to resist. After all, they were just motivated demons trying to overthrow the rule of the faint king.

"Your Majesty!" Belial glanced at them both out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "Did you abduct the majesty back?"

Asmodeus seemed to be very dissatisfied with his distraction, and roared violently, roaring like a hungry tiger. This behavior seemed to arouse Belial's displeasure, and he suddenly kicked Asmodeus. Tees' body fell to the ground like a meteor, raising thick dust.

The power of that kick had surpassed the level that an ordinary demon should have. Only then did Michael remember that Chen Xing seemed to have told him before that this seemingly frivolous and unreliable guy was actually a ranked demon in hell. The third master.

The glamorous blond devil waved its wings with a smile, and flew towards Chen Xing and Michael as if asking for credit.

"Lawrence helped me keep an eye on District [-] for the time being, so I came here to play... The battle is coming." After reporting the reason why he was here, Beryl looked at the white and flawless side of his boss. angel.

"Majesty is still as beautiful as in memory, have you recovered your godhead?"

"I haven't lost it all the time, it's just hidden in my eyes." He didn't hold grudges for what happened in the grove before, but people with the personality of Belial have never been the type he is good at dealing with.

"Is that so—" Beryl frowned and said with a grin, "Then you are standing with His Majesty now, are you planning to join us?"

"It's just a temporary cooperation."

"It means that as long as the war is not peaceful, the Majesty will always be with us?"

Michael glanced at him vigilantly, but the latter was lightly tapped on the head by Morning Star.

"Belil, stop teasing him, he will take your joke seriously."

"I'm not evil enough to defeat the battle on purpose, what a shame--" Beryl wailed, blocked Asmodeus' sneak attack, and continued to wrestle with the latter.He seemed to be motivated at this time, and he was merciless in every attack and counterattack, so that within ten seconds, Asmodeus became a prototype under Belial's fat beating, an ugly demon The form was enough to stop a child from crying at night, and in an instant, the battle between the demons heated up again, and Belial became more serious when you came and went.

After all, Michael had the reserve of an angel, he just glanced at the ugly skin and turned his head away.

"You just want to subdue them, don't you?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I can burn off their limbs and make them immobilized until they regenerate."

As he said that, Michael raised the fire and gave full play to his action power.

In an instant, sparks fell from the sky, falling quickly like a meteorite, and landed on the hyenas who couldn't dodge. Those irrational monsters were instantly burned to ashes. The two leaders of the rebel army realized the crisis and quickly evacuated. Caleb was faster than them. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Asmodeus and stabbed the sharp weapon in his hand into the opponent's abdomen.

The monster-like demon was firmly nailed to the spot, and the flames swept across his body, engulfing his limbs precisely. The screams of pain resounded through the sky, and even the surrounding buildings trembled. The disturbed residents closed their doors heavily. window.

After the weapon was left in place, Michael flew towards the culprit who caused the rebellion. The latter panicked and suddenly entered the space crack. The archangel's hand barely held his clothes corner, and the latter disappeared In front of his eyes, only a piece of fabric remained.

"A door to hell..." Belial rubbed his chin and asked, "Your Majesty, even if it's you, can you open the way back to hell at any time?"

"difficult."

"Hmm... Could it be that he tore open the cracks in advance and made a small space camouflage spell? It's really a clever move. After he surrenders, I must learn from him." Beryl was eager to try.

Michael didn't join in the demon's discussion. He looked at the torn fabric and suddenly felt a sting in his eyes.He lowered his head, and blood-red tears suddenly gushed out and dripped into the palm of his hand.

"Majesty?" Belial grabbed his shoulders and said, "Is this the sequelae of hiding the godhood in the eyes? Do you need me to help you contact Lawrence? Don't think he is just my housekeeper, but His medical skills are very good!"

Through the "tears", Michael watched everything in his vision be stained with scarlet.He gently wiped away the liquid from his eyes, and calmly brushed off the hand hanging on his shoulder. "It shouldn't be. I'm not a human being now. In theory, I won't get sick."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw flesh and blood gradually gushing out from the ground. All the surrounding buildings and vegetation were wrapped in sticky flesh. Big drops of blood fell from the crimson sky, like a light rain.

Samael walked slowly towards the three of them, holding Asmodeus who was dying of the flames in one hand and Michael's cross in the other.A group of hell dogs followed behind him, barking non-stop.

"When we were in the church before, it seemed that something like this happened."

Chen Xing frowned and nodded slightly.

Michael looked around, and saw that except for the three demons in front of him, everything else was covered in stinky flesh and blood.That was the scenery he had seen before he regained his godhead. He thought that only he with "yin and yang eyes" could see it. Now it seems that as long as he is not a human being, he can probably see this abnormality.

This is not a subjective illusion, but an objective reality.

He remembered that when he was eating with Chen Xing as a human being, the world suddenly merged together. At that time, the other party gently kissed his eyes, like a clear spring pouring into his heart, and those ferocious flesh and blood disappeared. .

"Chen Xing, do you know something?"

"Michael, close your eyes."

The archangel didn't understand, so he obeyed obediently. Immediately, his eyelids felt cold, and there was an exclamation in the air.

The kiss that landed on his eyelids was like a superficial touch, and the next second he carefully withdrew it.The moment he opened his eyes out of curiosity, he vaguely saw a pure white figure.

The phantom passed by, but he recognized its identity.

"Father God—" He stumbled towards the direction where the phantom disappeared, and finally hit the electric pole heavily.

The world seemed to return to normal unconsciously. When he hit, the utility pole fell down. The Archangel awkwardly used a small magic to restore it to its original appearance, and rubbed his unscathed forehead.

"I was just guessing," Chen Xing grabbed his wrist, with a rare seriousness between his brows, "Now I can be sure."

"What?" Michael was still immersed in the pain of losing his father.

"Although we fallen angels retain their godheads, they were actually demonized when they fell into heaven. It may be more accurate to say 'magic grids'. After leaving the heavens, we absorb the demonic energy of hell to survive and grow. And You, as the only remaining angel in this world, retain the godhead bestowed by the gods at first, and use the power bestowed by the gods."

"Now that God is gone, what is your source of strength...?"

The author has something to say:

I overestimate myself... I can barely make up the 3k words from yesterday, plus today's total of 6k.

I will strive for another 6k tomorrow...