$876 Michael's Prayers Are All Burned Out (Mainly Due to Excessive...

"Michael, untie Remel's imprisonment and bring him back to me."

Finally conquered Michael! Bingyi looked at the head of Michael, who was bowed in submission, with satisfaction, and lifted the dark red hair of the fallen angel, with a small spiritual fire on his fingertips. As expected of the son of light, even if Bingyi made full preparations, he was almost overdrawn, and because he absorbed too much original abyss power to make up for the loss of power, his SAN value was almost zero.

However, the alienation of the demon state can be well integrated with the title of the Lost Joy and the identity of Satan, and the faith of the fallen angels allows Bingyi to maintain the last bit of sanity. He didn't want to return to zero, after all, 'the guide will not die if he returns to zero' is the rule of the hotel in this journey, and the hotel has just announced the end of the journey. It is still doubtful whether this rule is still valid, and Bingyi will be cautious.

"Yes, sir."

Michael said seriously, he took off a dark green feather and turned it into a bird. The bird flapped its wings and flew into the crack of the Jinlunga Chasm, and would bring Remiller back. Michael continued to kneel in front of Bingyi, ready to obey all his orders and protect his safety.

While waiting for Remiller to come, Bingyi chatted with Michael for a few words, and then found it interesting that this "fallen angel" was too serious. After falling, people like Uriel and Raphael always had stronger emotions in some aspects of themselves, just like the nature that had been suppressed when they were angels was finally released. Most of them became much more lively, some had a desire for exclusivity, and some learned what ambition was.

But Michael was not like this. He clearly represented the most passionate flame, but after falling, he became more silent and serious, as if he was still the virgin and serious king of heaven. If it weren't for the pious spiritual fires in Michael's body that sensed his uncompromising loyalty to Satan, Bingyi would have doubted whether he had fallen.

But it must be said that Bingyi liked this kind of subordinates. Just like now, he ordered Michael to collect Odin's ashes on the ground, and it would be best if he could collect every bit of it. If it were Raphael, they might have all kinds of ideas. But Michael would not. He silently and seriously carried out Bingyi's orders without any discounts, nor would he have any questions or associations.

Only when Bingyi discussed with him about cleaning up the battlefield in the sky and how to integrate the fallen angel army, Michael's eyes would have a familiar light and he would seriously discuss the next battle. Michael believed that the Last Judgment was still necessary, which was an important sign of the complete invasion and replacement of the Norse mythology by the Outer Gods.

At present, the Norse mythology was destroyed by Bingyi. If there was no new mythology to "take over", the nine worlds in the myth would be destroyed, and the entire "journey" would become a void - considering that the broadcast of the hotel was suddenly interrupted, making the worst expectation, if the hotel did not send transportation to pick up the tourists and tour guides, they would probably be sucked into the void instead of falling back to the normal, real Nordic.

Therefore, it is the safest approach to let the fallen angels hold a doomsday judgment and temporarily replace the collapsed Norse mythology with the mythology of the Outer Gods until the hotel returns to normal.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Bingyi patted Michael's shoulder with appreciation, took the small net bag woven with his dark red hair and dark green feathers (which contained the remaining ashes of Odin), and looked at the fire that was faintly burning towards the sky. In order to weaken Michael's soul power to the greatest extent and put him in a dying state to accelerate the fall of his soul, Bingyi used the Flame Demon Sword to stir the archangel's chest very cruelly. And he used the Flame Demon Sword without reservation, igniting a raging fire, which also caused the recently appeared Ymir giant corpse to burn.

In addition to the big feet that stepped tightly on the Jinlunga Chasm and were shrouded in the pollution of the abyss, the flames burned all the way up along Ymir's body. Those polluted parasites were the best combustibles, and now it has become uncontrollable.

They are all burned.

Clenching the net bag in his hand, even though he didn't feel any pain, with a confident smile on his face, Bingyi still felt as if his heart was being tightened and suffocated slightly. This was the body of the king of the gods. Such a big body of Odin, divine blood, divine bones, divine flesh, and divine brain - all burned clean! Even Odin's golden armor and eagle helmet, his golden ring representing endless wealth, were all burned with the body, leaving only some ashes!

What can be done with these ashes? Hey, Yu Xiangyang, even zombies must dislike heavy metals. Fortunately, the power was in hand. Bingyi comforted himself in his heart. In addition to the wisdom power taken away by Bingyi, the self-exploded kingship, magic and poetry power, and the time and prophecy power thrown at An Xuefeng and Xiaoguang, Odin's body was burned. The three powers of healing, war and death were also extracted. But when he saw Michael being sensible and starting to help collect the ashes of Ymir's body, it was really burning in the body and hurting in Bingyi's heart! Ymir's body was about to be burned up - oh!

I just hope Miao Fangfei and the others can get more harvests on the battlefield of Ragnarok. There must be many corpses of gods, giants, elves, etc.

Even if he was tempted, Bingyi knew that the main thing was important. Heart-pounding rumbling sounds came from all directions. It was the scorched earth sinking. Just as described in the Norse mythology, the fire of the flaming sword burned everything in the sky, land, and underworld. The sea water boiled and evaporated, the earth sank into the sea, and the chaotic darkness enveloped the universe*. Until the new world was rebuilt in the future, the cooled earth would float up from the sea again, and all order would be reestablished.

But that’s all for the future. As Michael said, if the outer gods are not replaced as soon as possible after the destruction of Norse mythology, I am afraid that their group of tourist guides will fall into chaos and darkness. It is hard to say what will happen then.

"Dear Satan."

Soon the bird transformed from Michael's feathers brought Remiller back from the great rift of the Jinlunga Chasm. The silver-white long-haired 'Fallen Angel Mentor' was the same as Bingyi when they first met, except for the azure blue pair. His colored eyes turned dark blue, and his monocle had some cracks, but there was no blackening of his appearance, and his temperament was still holy and cold. There were still traces of the chain on his wrist. Apparently in order to get to Bingyi as soon as possible, Remiller just let the bird cut off the chain and came in a hurry.

This could obviously leave a good impression on Satan. Remiller's gaze passed over Michael, whose six wings had all turned dark green, and his attitude towards Satan was even more respectful. Even the Son of Light surrendered to Satan's black wings, and the choice he made was indeed a good one. After a rough calculation, Remiller found that of the seven major trumpet-blowing angels still at large, only Gabriel remained.

But if even the Son is Satan's partner, Gabriel may not be able to hold on for long. After thinking about it, Remiller pushed up his single-rimmed glasses and respectfully addressed Satan. What he and Michael said were pretty much the same. They both suggested gathering the seven trumpet-blowing fallen angels to continue Ragnarok, but it was obvious that Remiller's idea was more sinister.

"All the seven trumpet-blowing angels have fallen, which will inevitably attract the attention of heaven. You must be prepared in advance."

Remiller said that he actually does not suggest that Satan fight with heaven here. After all, the army of fallen angels has not yet been completely established, and Satan’s men have just experienced the twilight of the gods. They are all exhausted and need to find time to rest before fighting again. It's the right way. It happened that the key to the gate of heaven was still in Bingyi's hand, so Remiller suggested throwing the key into the Jinlunga Chasm.

Remiller pushed up his glasses and said with a smile: "Once the abyss pollution invades heaven, the higher ups will not be able to take action against us for a while."

"Good plan."

Bingyi glanced at him appreciatively, but did not respond. He only said that he had other plans, and then Bingyi put his hand on Michael, who was silently cutting his flesh and collecting his ashes, saying, "Let's go, it's time to return to the human world."

After subduing Michael and Lemel, Satan naturally doesn't have to fly on his own. In the process of flying back to the surface from the large crack in the abyss, Bingyi controlled the healing power and raced against time to recover the injuries of himself and Michael. The broadcast in the hotel suddenly stopped, and he didn't know what happened on the surface. He had to face everything that might happen in the best possible condition.

While recovering from his injuries, Bingyi was weighing the six fallen angels currently under his command, and his attention finally fell on Michael. He has conquered more and more subordinates, and it is impossible to manage everyone. At this time, he needs to promote some small bosses to make the management more orderly from top to bottom. And Michael, who was once the leader of the archangels and the commander of the angel army, is the best candidate.

"Michael, you have many wings."

Bingyi said casually, when Michael cut off Ymir's meat just now, Bingyi saw with his own eyes a pair of wings transformed from his back. Each wing had a face and a mouth, which looked really weird. SAN. Michael rigorously stuffed the meat into each mouth. Although he did not have the abdominal space like Yu Hehui and Tong Hege, the amount of meat that could be contained in these countless mouths could be calculated massively.

"Yes, I have a million wings, a million faces and mouths, and can speak a million languages*"

Michael said respectfully, he held Satan in his arms and flew, but he hugged Satan politely with a pair of wings without touching any place with his hands.

"Oh, is it so."

Bingyi chuckled and said casually: "Then if you can pray with millions of mouths and millions of languages ​​at the same time, you will definitely be very pious."

"I……"

Michael's breathing was slightly stagnant. Although he quickly said seriously, "As you wish," Bingyi felt that Michael's wings were a little stiff at that moment. Sure enough, Bingyi narrowed his eyes slightly and put his hand on the face in the wings in front of him. Although Michael seemed to be loyal and unwavering after his fall, he no longer prayed. This made Bingyi concerned. If Michael was to be chosen as the leader of the fallen angels under his command, then all the doubts about this man must be clarified by Bingyi.

"Why, why don't you pray anymore?"

Satan's voice was smiling and sounded peaceful, but it made Michael's dark green eyes flicker, revealing a hint of fragility and fear that could not be eliminated. He had been praying to Satan in blindness for more than 20 years, and on the verge of death. He was surrounded by small spiritual fires and prayed to Satan. He could not stop praying and prayed out of control, leaving a psychological shadow deep in Michael's soul.

Even though he had completely surrendered to Satan, whenever he wanted to pray in his heart, the trembling sense of death coming from the depths of his soul, the sense of losing control of himself, made Michael deeply afraid. The once bravest and strongest-willed leader of the Angel Legion is now afraid of praying. This is simply ridiculous! Neither God nor Satan would allow angels who cannot pray to exist!

"My...Father..."

Michael made up his mind, and when he opened his mouth to pray, the uncontrollable fear and trembling surged into his soul again, as if he was about to experience near death again and again, and lose control again and again. But at this moment, Satan's voice was like the Father's warm hand, soothing his fragile soul full of trauma.

"It doesn't matter, I allow you to have weaknesses."

Michael's thoughts were passed along the thread to Bingyi's mind, and he understood them clearly. When Michael exhaled deeply and forced himself to pray devoutly, his throat was trembling slightly, Bingyi smiled, and his hand touched the face on Michael's wings, just like touching Michael's face, and said majestically: "I allow you, you don't have to pray."

"But how can you--"

Michael's soul was deeply moved, but the more anxious he was, he was grateful for Satan's tolerance, but he was more ashamed and anxious that he could not fulfill his duty of praying. Michael opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly fell silent, because Satan's fingers pressed on the mouth of the face on his wings, so Michael suppressed his restless emotions and listened attentively to Satan's orders.

"You don't have to pray, it will pray for you."

Bingyi's fingertips ignited a flame, and the face under his fingers opened its mouth obediently, so the spiritual fire prayed joyfully and poured into Michael's mouth. Michael was originally an angel representing fire. Bingyi shared the power of fire with him. From then on, the spirit fires no longer had to live in the Ming token, but could also exist in Michael's body.

They prayed just like Michael prayed, and Michael's piety was their piety. The familiar fire flowed into their bodies, healing the wounds in Michael's soul and erasing his spiritual fragility and hesitation. When Michael and Remiele flew out of the crater of Snæfell one after another and returned to the human world, the fallen angel's eyes were only firm and solemn, and the fire burned in his pupils. Michael couldn't wait to fight for Satan and repay his mercy and love!

When Bingyi returned to the ground, his eyes immediately swept to the corn shoots, and his spirit was in contact with An Xuefeng again. After confirming that he was in good condition and that the clay puppet had seized many fragments of the power of prophecy, he felt relieved for the time being. Then he looked at the tower that stood in the chaos and darkness, reaching the sky and the earth. This tower was extremely huge. If Bingyi had not been more concerned about An Xuefeng's safety, he would have noticed it the first time he came out. The golden tower was like a religious mural, hanging between heaven and earth with an empty but extremely oppressive force. The owl's shrill cry resounded through the world, making people feel nervous and terrified.

Too many things happened just now and there was no time to talk about them. An Xuefeng only talked to Bingyi about the most urgent things.

'This is the phantom of the Tower of Babel, and the hotel is disturbed by it'

'Hurry up and let the seven fallen angels blow the trumpets to descend on the Last Judgment, Xiaoguang is going to die! '