In the dim wooden house, a burst of flame suddenly ignited.
"You are finally here...I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
On the side of the long table, Messika said in a deep voice, her body that had long been without flesh and blood was trembling uncontrollably.
On the table, prophecy cards with gold edges and red backgrounds are neatly placed, and opposite Messika, a figure whose whole body is burning with flames is watching her silently.
"I miss you, and so does everyone else."
Finally, the flames on the figure dissipated, revealing the male face underneath and the black wings behind him.
"Countless years have passed, and you finally called my name, which also allowed me to find you. Come back to hell with me, Messika the Betrayer."
His long dark hair hangs behind him, his face is soft, but his eyes are very cold, and he holds a red sword blade in his hand.
"Don't be so anxious..." Maxika said calmly.
"No one can refuse me." His tone was gentle, but there was an overriding power in it.
"I know, I know..." Maxi said repeatedly, "You have changed a lot over the years, but this power has not changed at all."
"I'm not here to reminisce with you." He closed his eyes and opened them again after a few seconds. "I'm here to take you away and throw you into a lake of fire burning with sulfur and make you suffer eternal pain.
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"You've been waiting for hundreds of years, so there's no need to rush, right?" As she said that, Messika handed out the prophecy card on the side.
"I've seen this kind of trick of yours before." He said calmly, without putting the prophecy card in his eyes.
"Are you afraid? Afraid of revealing your fate?"
"A poor way to provoke generals." He shook his head, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, "But I have never been afraid to look directly at my own destiny."
After saying that, he sat across from the long table and drew a prophecy card from Messiga's hand.
On the front of the card, there were two familiar figures drawn. Messiga was stunned. She had only seen this card not long ago.
"Butch and Cecia." The person who said these words was not Messiga herself, but the person opposite her.
"I remember them fondly, and I think you do too, Messika the Betrayer." He sighed and turned over the card.
Without waiting for Messiga's signal, he reached out again and drew another card from the card pile.
After turning over the prophecy card, a huge mushroom cloud leaped into view, and the flames below were burning.
He looked carefully at the scene painted on the card, with a smile on his face, and then turned the card over.
"That's not right..." Messiga seemed to have discovered something and muttered to herself.
"What's wrong?" he asked casually, reaching out and pulling out another card from the card pile.
This time, there is no pattern covering the surface of the card. On the front of the prophecy card, there is just a special arch symbol, which is Omega, which symbolizes the end of everything.
Looking at the three prophecy cards he drew, this time, Messika finally realized the problem. Some of the cards he just drew were drawn by Rhodes and some by Inota not long ago.
Among them, the prophecy card that symbolizes the Doomsday Judgment was cut out by Messiga herself, which undoubtedly told her something.
"Why is this happening?" Messiga covered her head, and the purple crystal above her head flashed crazily, but she couldn't get any results.
"What exactly is bothering you?" Noticing Messika's abnormality, he asked proudly, "Have you lost your mind just by feeling my fate?"
He stood up, walked around behind the long table, and said in Messika's ear: "You have seen my fate. I will impose the final judgment on the world. In the end, this world without God will be completely ended." He covered the last prophecy card and gently put his hand on Messia's shoulder: "Are you ready to leave?"
His words came to her ears, and an inexplicable look flashed in Messika's eyes: "You mentioned God, how are you sure that He does not exist?"
His face darkened: "In order to serve God, I made supreme achievements in the holy war to drive out the aliens. Even so, I have never seen a real miracle that symbolizes God, let alone seen it.
The real God."
"When I was thrown into hell and endured the burning fire of purgatory, God never appeared in front of me. Is it because He pities the feathers on his body and is unwilling to spend a single bit of strength for me, or is it because He never existed at all from the beginning
?"
He raised his head and spoke these words loudly, like a compassionate apostle questioning all the injustices that had occurred.
"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to Him appearing in front of me and stopping all my actions. In this way, I can ask Him personally, where is He when I go through suffering and when my faith is shaken? Test.
Is my piety more important than enjoying my love?"
A strong momentum was released from his body. Messika trembled all over and could not say anything for a while. After a while, she asked: "What if... what if God never appears?"<
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His hands tightly grasped Messia's shoulder blades, but he didn't answer.
"Did you know? Not long ago, I discovered a person who opened my prophecy card, and what was revealed on the card was exactly the meaning of God."
As if thinking of something, Messiga quickly added: "That's actually not accurate. To be precise, he has the potential to become a god."
"No one can become a god! Even I have never had such an idea." The man glared, and there was a burst of anger in his heart, and he immediately retorted.
Messika shook his head and sighed: "That's impossible to say... My destiny is to be thrown into a lake of fire burning with sulfur. I wanted to use his power to change my destiny, but I didn't achieve this.
Just because I let it slip once, I got you here."
"If, just if, becoming a god is his destiny, will anything change?" The amethyst on top of Messika's head flashed with light, and he whispered.
Seeing that the man behind him did not answer, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, Messiga took a long breath and let out a deep sigh: "After so many years, I have long known that such a day would come. You don't have to believe me.
Everything, take me back to hell, Lucifer..."
"No, I'm suddenly interested in what you're talking about. What's that person's name?"
"Rhodes." Messiga answered.
"Rhode..." the man frowned and asked, "Where's your last name?"
"I don't know. He has never mentioned it to others. Maybe he doesn't have a last name at all." Messiga spread his hands, "But I have a hunch that you will see him soon."
"Okay, I'll note it down," the man said slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, blazing flames ignited from his feet, and the Messika he touched disappeared into the light of the fire.