ghost world

The scepter glowed blood-red like the sun.

Mammon and Metatron subconsciously propped up the barrier, but the red light was like blood, ignoring the barrier, slowly seeping in, and soon soaked the entire transparent cover.

Shipley's face was bathed in red light, blushing madly, "Since you have been abandoned, then abandon it to the end!"

Porgy covered his head.

"You are wrong." Metatron looked straight at him through the red light, "God never abandoned you. Even if Lucifer took a third of the angels to fall, he never abandoned him .”

"Lucifer!" Shipley laughed. "Of course God will not abandon him. With Michael around, how can God abandon him?"

Mammon frowned and said, "You are too extreme."

Porgy clasped his head in his hands and cried out, "Ah... I can't hold it anymore... Woo, it's so uncomfortable." The red light was like a bug, burrowing around in his head continuously, as if eroding the body. .His consciousness became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids drooped involuntarily.

Obviously knowing that this is very dangerous, but I don't know how to get rid of the danger.

Mammon frowned, and there seemed to be a golden light flashing in his eyes.The red light around the bodies of Porgy and Metatron suddenly disappeared.

Shipley raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I met an opponent who is also good at soul attacks."

Porgy suffered a lot, hugged Mammon's neck obediently, and stopped talking.

Metatron said: "If you want to leave the Tenth Realm, you can apply to God."

Seeing that the red light was useless to them, Shipley swung the scepter casually, and all the red light was retracted into the staff.The scepter hit the ground heavily, with a complex expression on his face, and after a while, he said slowly, "It's too late."

Mammon narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "It's too late?"

"I stayed in the tenth world for 2 years." Shipley said, "During these 2 years, I tried my best to build the tenth world, and taught those angels who have no wisdom to be able to farm, An ordinary angel who produces and smiles, making the barren world look like other worlds as much as possible. I thought I was doing well enough, at least, when God saw my hard work and dedication, he would definitely praise me. But, I was wrong It’s gone. All God sees is the figure of the nearest God seat.”

Mammon looked to Metatron.

The peaks of Metatron's eyebrows gathered slightly towards the middle.

"I have been back to heaven." Shipley rubbed his finger lightly on the scepter, and his thoughts seemed to drift back to the beginning, "At that time, the tenth world had been abandoned by other worlds, and I was also a big event like the Holy War, which shook all worlds. I found out after a long time."

Poggy couldn't control his mouth, and couldn't help but said: "If I had known that you had fallen at that time, we would definitely write a letter to inform you, let's go together!"

The gazes of Shipley, Mammon and Metatron turned to him at the same time.

Porgy curled his lips and said: "Fighting in groups is to unite all the forces that can be united."

Shipley said: "I hadn't fallen yet at that time."

Metatron vaguely guessed the reason for his fall.

"I went back to heaven full of joy, hoping to be praised by God, but who knows, I only saw Michael standing on the high altar instead of God." Shipley's jealous anger ignited again . "What is he capable of?!"

Mamen raised her eyebrows and said, "Even though I don't want to say that, he is indeed the biggest contributor to the heaven side in the jihad."

"Holy war?" Shipley smiled, but couldn't hide his disdain. "A war where casualties are like a child's play?"

"A joke?" Mamen's eyes sharpened.In his eyes, the jihad, which heaven and hell also regard as wounds, turned out to be a child's play?

Shipley said: "Isn't it? Michael and Lucifer meet every day for the so-called jihad, or for...their selfish desires?"

"Ideal and love are two different things." Mamen said.

Shipley said: "That's a good excuse."

Poggy pointed to Metatron's wings and said, "Look, this is evidence!"

Shipley looked at Metatron with a half-smile, "Are you willing to admit that you want to fall because of love?"

Mamen's heartbeat was a little chaotic, and it seemed that there was a pink heart spreading out from the scepter in front of his eyes, tightly locking his breath.

Vaguely, Metatron replied: "Yes, I love mammon."

"..."

Shipley's meaningful smile gradually blurred.

But Shipley's smile in the eyes of Metatron and Porgy was very clear.

"There's something wrong with Mammon." Porgy whispered.

Metatron's face was solemn, and the fingers placed by his side trembled slightly.

Shipley said, "You haven't answered the question I just asked."

Metatron said, "I never denied it."

"Good job! I'll pass it on to Mammon!" Porgy put one arm around Mammon's neck, and gave Metatron a thumbs up with the other.

"You don't want to see Abaddon anymore?" Shipley's eyes suddenly dropped to Poggy.

Porgy asked nervously, "What do you want?"

Metatron said softly, "Don't be distracted by him."

Shipley said: "He, Asmodeus, and Raphael are all in the same place now."

"Where?" Although he didn't want to follow his words, his emotional fluctuations were not under the control of reason.

"A chaotic place without light or water." Shipley's voice was suddenly rich, and he was actually very similar to Abaddon.

Poggy's pupils shrank, his face was full of bewilderment, and his eyes were very similar to Mammon's.

Shipley smiled and said, "Finally, we are the only ones left."

Metatron frowned.

"Don't worry, as long as you can defeat me in time, nothing will happen to them." Shipley took three steps forward with the scepter in hand, "However, if I'm not wrong, the reason why you didn't make a move from the beginning to the end is because Because there is no way to defeat me.”

Metatron said calmly: "I am indeed not sure of defeating you. However, I am sure that we will die together."

"We will die together." Shipley smiled meaningfully, "Although the angel's desire is very weak, it is not enough to sacrifice himself for others. Is it worth it to do this for Mammon?"

Metatron said: "Time will tell."

"Time... I almost forgot that what you are good at is time control." The scepter in Shipley's hand flickered, "Well, I want to know what the passing minutes and seconds prove? Hesitate Or wait?" He looked at Mammon, "I just gave him a beautiful dream, a dream that has been dreamed for tens of thousands of years and has never come true, do you think he can break free?"

Metatron said lightly: "Time will tell everything."

"Is this your way of proof?"

Metatron lowered his eyes, "Maybe."

"Well, you are exactly the same as God. You are indeed God's favorite child... Wait." Shipley narrowed his eyes suddenly, "You haven't moved since just now."

Metatron was silent.

"What did you do?" Shipley's eyes flashed, "You control my time? No, if you only control my time, I can't be unaware. You control the tenth world... You don't have such a big Power." He paused, suddenly said, "You control our time?"

Facing his suddenly gloomy face, Metatron looked calmly.

Shipley said coldly: "You were able to silently control the time of everyone present?"

"It's not silent." Metatron said, "It's just that you didn't pay attention."

Shipley looked up suddenly.

The surroundings of the transparent cover did not know when it turned into pure black, but because the transparent cover emitted a faint white light, the outside was still gray when viewed from the inside.

"Use the light of the enchantment to cover up the changing colors around you. You really bothered." Shipley said with a smile, "but what's the use of it? Here, there are still only a few of us."

Metatron said: "I am not your opponent."

Shipley raised an eyebrow.

"Since I assisted the gods in creating the human world, it is impossible for my strength to return to its original state." Metatron said bluntly.

Shipley sneered, "You want to arouse my sympathy?"

"Do you know?"

"If one of my wings is white, maybe I will. Unfortunately, they are all black." The scepter in Shipley's hand shot a red light unexpectedly, hitting Metatron directly.

Metatron didn't blink, letting the light hit his forehead.

Shipley narrowed his eyes, "Are you still controlling the flow of time?" Controlling the flow of time is extremely labor-intensive, and only this can explain why he remained motionless while watching Mammon and Poggy being attacked.But... until when does he want to control time?future?They are all immortal, and it is impossible for the distant future to consume their lives.

Faced with his doubts, Metatron just closed his eyes gently.

Shipley pursed his lips slightly, "Very well, I want to see how long you can last."

The red light on the scepter became more and more intense, like flowing blood, gorgeous and dangerous.

Metatron's eyebrows gradually moved closer to the center.

The corners of Shipley's mouth rose accordingly.

"Is it too early to be proud now?" Mammon stood in front of Metatron.

The red light that originally hit Metatron was like a torrent of stones, splashing around.

Shipley's face changed slightly.