[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

"who are you?"

In the intense dizziness, a childish voice repeated itself in the echo.

......

Agneo and Uriel wrestled together, each of them held a gleaming silver three-edged sword, moving as fast as the wind and as powerful as a leopard. "Lucifer is not God." Agneo whispered.

"God is gone, but our brothers are!" Uriel grabbed his sister's arm and bent it at an incredible angle, "Lucifer was punished because he did not want to bow his knee to humans, he was That's right, he defended us, how can the fire-born bow down to the native-born."

The blond woman roared, and her sword brushed against Uriel's waist.

......

"Who are you?" the voice asked again.

A young girl came out of the darkness with a magically lit lamp. Her snow-white pajamas rolled and waved on the ground, her long brown hair was scattered behind her, and her lake-green eyes were full of curiosity.

In front of her, a tall figure stopped and turned around.

"You are not a helper in the manor," the girl raised the lamp a little, her eyes swept over the other's hand, "I understand, you are a thief, you came to steal the eggs of the Myra beast."

The hooded man was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't 'steal' anything."

"The larva in this egg is not well developed, and she may not survive three days without the mother's magic, sir."

"Really?" He chuckled, "I didn't expect that."

He shortened the distance between the two, squatted down, and placed the Chimera's egg in front of the girl.After doing this, he raised his head, and the hood fell back a little according to the movement. "Strength, gender, you can feel its vitality, not only that, you can also feel its life characteristics." There was a strange touch in his voice. "You are special."

......

Agneo screamed in pain, her head was buzzing, and the angel blade in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.Far from being her brother's match, Seraphim Uriel is the flame of the Father, the terrifying angel of wrath who, in the old Berdus, made his adversaries crumble, bleed, and fall to their knees in repentance of their sinful deeds .

They were never told what to do when the Angel of Righteousness blasphemed himself.

But this is not in the kingdom of heaven, but in the world, the angels are trapped in their own possessed bodies, and can only fight like ordinary people, trying to kill each other with angel blades.Uriel is powerful, but he is not strong enough. If Michael or Lucifer were here, she might have been torn to pieces.

Shaking off the thoughts in his head, Agneo knew he had no other way.

She used the duties and powers her father had given her, and she stretched out the tentacles of consciousness to the magic power vibrating in the air.

......

"Have you started learning magic?"

The man in black continued to ask, like an elder asking his own junior.

The girl nodded.

"Very well. You shouldn't waste your talent," he said appreciatively. "You are destined for magic affinity. You are a wizard, just like me, and magic is our life. If we don't continue to explore , the magic power will become dull, can you imagine losing magic?"

The girl thought for a while and shook her head.

The hooded man smiled contentedly, his cold knuckles brushing her soft cheek. "Your grandfather and I have a terrible history, and he nearly got me in jail with that little trick with the animals. He had talent, yes, talent, and I'll admit it, too I will also admit that what he has done is a complete waste of Merlin's gift."

"The animals were stupid and untamed, but powerful, some more powerful than any wizard. They could be used, and Lestrange knew that. Your grandfather didn't."

The girl stood where she was, and the lamp radiated warm light in the dark night, enveloping her in the light, while the darkness squatted down, staring at her from under the hood.

"He defeated you, you want to defeat me." There was a strange calm in her immature voice.

"He didn't defeat me, and I can't defeat you either." The man in black robe was thoughtful, as if feeling something, a cold force passed through her mind, like that cold hand, "I See, yes, you want to do something 'greater', you want to do better than your grandfather, you want to save all the fantastic animals that are at stake, you want to protect your friends and family, from that one is bound to return 'Voldemort', but you're not strong enough to do it."

"—Grindelwald, stay away from my family!" There were chaotic footsteps in the distance, and someone was roaring.

She didn't look back.

"strength?"

"Power," he repeated. "Girl, what is power?"

"Anger is power, fear is power, love is power," she answered without hesitation.

"Right," he laughed out loud, "right, and wrong."

His fingers moved away from the girl's face, and Gellert Grindelwald, the first wizard powerful enough to threaten the world order, spread his hands.

A cluster of small sparks bloomed in the palm of his hand, soaring into the sky in an instant, turning into a huge flame dragon that pierced the sky and pierced the earth.He didn't use his wand, didn't even utter a single syllable of the spell.The terrible dragon roared and circled above Dorset, and the scorching hurricane was brought up by the beating of its wings.

"I could set the whole British Isles on fire," Grindelwald said, tilting his head, "I could kill ten Aurors in full armor and they wouldn't even feel my presence; I could change history, on every textbook Engrave my name and protect magical animals? As long as there is an order, no one will dare to slay the dragon even if the blood of the dragon is priceless, do you know why?"

The girl looked intently at his palm.

Grindelwald smiled again.

"Because in the face of absolute power, any small trick will become a bubble phantom."

"Power is power."

The fire dragon wailed, and exploded at high altitude, its wreckage became a wisp of black smoke, falling on his palm.

"Feel it, Phoebe."

......

Agneo's weapon was thrown aside in one blow, and Uriel pinned her neck, pinning her to the ground.The gift of the heavenly father to Agneo——magic, these things that he called a dirty little trick in the past, hurt his possessed body.This fact drives the Angel of Wrath to the brink of eruption.He turned the angel blade in his hand and looked into his sister's eyes.

"My job is to transform and cleanse," he said, "so I cleanse all my brothers and sisters who are not with us. Believe me, it pains me. But you, Agneo, don't ask , I always knew you were a more stubborn fool than them."

"And I always knew you were a bastard," said Agneo without flinching.

She used the human curse word, she said "asshole", which made Uriel gasp in disbelief.

In the next second, the angel blade pierced into the middle of Agneo's collarbone.

A huge white light exploded.

For a moment Phoebe couldn't think.

Her palm touched the silver blade lying beside her, and the hilt of the Angel Blade fit perfectly into her palm. It was different from what she expected. When her fingers clenched tightly, she didn't feel the sharpness of the sharp weapon. But a warmer core.

She took a deep breath, hearing the angel's last cry of pain in her ears, and subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the circle of light.

An illusion, a phantom, spread out from the magical tsunami rising from the white light.

It was the old man who had sheltered from the rain with her.

The old man sat in front of the fire, his eyes flickering with flames, their deep eye sockets cast shadows, and his snow-white beard was messy and scattered on his face.Suddenly, as if he had a premonition, he suddenly raised his eyes, looking at her through the swaying fire.

Through mountains and rivers, across land and sea, through the past, the present and the future.

He spread his hands, revealing deeply lined, skinny palms, and a storm was born around him.

Phoebe squinted her eyes in the violent wind and rain, and she clings to the ground tightly, like an anchor shaking in a tsunami, a flame struggling in extreme cold, her palms sinking deep into the ground, crushed grass juice Mixed with clods of rainwater, spread along fingers.

Someone seemed to be talking in the storm, whispering and echoing.

"—No matter how great he is, when a person is young, he cannot predict his destiny. He cannot see what role he will play in the upcoming legendary journey. Everyone is similar, and he must learn and grow in life."

"—this is my fate."

All chaos and confusion receded, leaving only the familiar powers of the white light and storm that any wizard had been born with.Magic, pure magic, penetrates the barriers of time and space.

It came surging, as if dying.

It awakens something that sleeps deeper.

Under the pressure of this force, Phoebe clenched the Angel Blade in her hand and struggled to stand up.

She looked at Uriel, who was leaning over her sister, and her perception of magic power reached its limit at this moment, and horrible pictures appeared one after another: the angry archangel rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, and those people were Fleeing in terror, women weeping to ashes, children lost forever to manhood; he questioned the sky why his father cast aside his glorious creations, forcing them to kneel even to the foul-smelling men in the mire; He waved his blade at every angel who dared to resist, his palm was covered with hot blood, but he knew that all this would end, all evils would be destroyed when Lucifer came back, and the glory of angels would cover everything.

Phoebe took a deep breath, and she had to, not all because of worry about Taylor and Matt not far away, loathing for Uriel, fear of the apocalypse, a deeper longing in her heart. Spinal flow.She had to do it, she had to save her own life, she had to protect innocent suffering, animal and human, she had to send the warning to the world, she had to—

power.

Agneo's eyes met hers.

Shock and doubt flashed in the eyes of the dying angel, followed by deep understanding. She drove her broken body and grabbed Uriel's arms tightly, opening and closing her lips, as if she wanted to say something.Uriel bowed his head obediently and listened, as if showing his last mercy.

Agneo's angel blade was as familiar in her palm as her own wand, and Phoebe gripped it tightly, draining every last bit of strength out of every bone, every drop of blood, drawing on the magic still vibrating in the air, drawn by the angel.

She disapparated.

The detonation was as loud as an explosion in the ear, and Uriel immediately tried to turn around, but Agneo pressed his shoulders tightly, and he was restrained for a second.

enough.

The cold blade pierced through the void, trembling slightly, but pierced his throat firmly.

power.

Grindelwald said.

A larger white shock wave than before merged with Agneo's and spread out in all directions. The lake boiled, the trees trembled, and the sky drooped.

Phoebe's legs gave way and she fell to her knees.

The screams of the two angels were almost inaudible, Uriel fell to the side, and Agnell's hands were bulging with veins, but her eyes were still looking at Phoebe, with that creepy awareness and faith.After a few seconds, her eyes went hollow, and it seemed that all life-sustaining matter, whatever it was, had drained from that human body.

Phoebe gasped, looking at her trembling hands.Her hands were covered with green grass juice, black muddy water and red blood, but not only that.

It was a numbing sensation at first, sharp and soft, cold and hot, and then—

Then like a star was lit, all white gathered from the sky and landed on her fingertips.

Like flowing silver, like condensed water, these still burning fires, these ice fountains that freeze everything, these angelic glory, are hidden in her palm.

The magic of the whole world seemed to stand still for a second.

From the highest place, beyond the reach of the sky, beyond the limits of all power, came down an old, resonant voice.

"destiny!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support all the time, and thank you for all the readers who have accompanied me here. Without you, I would not be here. Without this article, reading comments every day is the biggest motivation.Tomorrow this article will be entered into V, I hope to continue to see my babies!

For those who have never watched SPN: angels use human beings as containers to walk in the world, and angel blades are used to kill angels_(:з」∠)_In addition, the source of angels’ power, glory (grace) can be used Extracted, now it's Phoebe's.So basically, after both Uriel and Agneo are dogs, God (fate) chose Phoebe, who has a strong affinity for magic, to perform the duties of Agneo (magic) and Uriel (discipline, purification), just like Choosing Dean and Sam to be the counterparts of Michael and Lucifer v●

Harry, Wen Jia Shuangsha and all the Chosen Sons: Today is a day of joy and celebration, our big family of Qiu Senwan has one more person v●

Baojie Xiaomei: It's time for you to experience my fear of being ruled by fate!

Note 1: "No youngman, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story is about to unfold. Like everyone, He must live and learn. No matter how great he is, when a person is young, he cannot predict his destiny. He cannot see what role he will play in the upcoming legendary journey. All men are alike, and he must learn and grow in life." A direct quote from Merlin's collection of lines, I don't own these fine lines.

Note 2: Uriel (Uriel) also translates Uriel, anyway, I won't change the translation after he takes him with me.