The stage has changed to a new scene, and you can't see any staff changing the props on the stage, as if you are watching a movie.
"I'm sorry, my dear, I accidentally hurt you, but you look in great pain. Do you need my final help?"
The sword blade in his hand, a kind of European noble's long sword, was stained with scarlet and seemed to have some debris, but the archangel's tongue licked it indifferently.
Disgusting... nauseating... just a weird smile bloomed in full color.
There was no lighting equipment in the room at night, and the bright moonlight was blocked by thick curtains. Only a faint beam of light sneaked in, illuminating the speaker's appearance.
"The blood volume in the human body is about 3.8 to 5.6. My dear, you are too thin. I can only count a little less for you. If you lose 15%, you will feel uncomfortable. If you lose 40%, you will probably
You can go to heaven, provided you can get in."
The voice was heavy, but there was no discernible gender. Maybe it was because he was still young, but looking at the slender fingers and the well-textured forearms, he was fifteen or sixteen years old, which is not young anymore.
Li Ze remembered what Chamuel said about angels having no gender. But there was a coldness in those words, and there was no emotion at all.
"Bleeding to death" is something that no one can imagine, let alone say.
The girl clenched her teeth. She wanted to scream, but she could no longer scream. It wasn't that her tongue had been taken away, but the pain had already paralyzed her brain. What she longed for most now was that someone could come and save him.
By the way, get rid of this madman in front of you.
But that's just wishful thinking.
She was afraid, afraid that the person in front of her would kill her when they first met, whether it was an assassin or a killer... But the moment her arms disappeared, these thoughts in her mind were long gone.
The person in front of her, carrying six wings on her back, looked like a statue in a church, but she did not have the charity in the doctrine. By the way, she cut off her feet, threw her here, and kept bleeding. She was even more afraid, afraid that she would say something wrong.
If you say something unhappy, you will have to endure the pain again.
"Who are you? What is your purpose?" The girl was so pitiful that she was squirming on the ground like a worm.
Even the bone residue can be seen where the arms were lost. The perfect section is so smooth that there may be no thorns at all, including the legs. It’s just such a cruel scene. There is no blood flowing, but other places,
The blood flowed continuously from a small wound. The floor had already turned black and smelly, but as the girl squirmed, new blood stains were mixed bit by bit with the coagulated blood.
The archangel smiled, without any emotion on his face.
"Uriel, that's what you call me." The archangel lowered his head and stared at the girl's twisted face, "France is about to enter a period of renewal. Even if there is no need to add fuel to the flames, sooner or later the royal family will be replaced by the people of France.
Overturned. I didn't want to intervene, but I found an opponent here. As an archangel, I can only fulfill my responsibility and take action against him. But he didn't want to come out, and I discovered part of him.
Weakness, so I can only use this weakness to lure him out."
"What's the weakness?" the girl asked.
"A dying person, do you still need to ask?" Uriel knelt down and gently lifted his sweat-wet hair.
"I want to know who the person you are talking about is?" The girl stared intently.
"Marie Antoinette...the master you serve, the queen of France." Uriel said softly.
The girl was shocked.
As Queen Marie's personal maid, she served Marie Antoinette from dawn to dusk. She had been like this since she was a child, but she had never heard of Marie having any enemies, especially the man who called himself an archangel...
Those six wings didn't look fake. At the carnival, she had also seen guys with wings on their backs, but those people's wings would fall off as they walked, as if they were not glued together.
But the person in front of me seems to have been born above.
Uriel pointed to the gem necklace sleeping quietly in a velvet box on the table.
Because she lost her limbs, the girl couldn't see, so Uriel personally took the thing that made him feel sick... The girl knew that it was something that a red archbishop sold on credit, because it was of high value.
No auction house in Paris dared to host the auction, and no businessman dared to negotiate the price. Someone gave the archbishop a suggestion and asked him to sell it to Queen Mary. Although Queen Mary liked it very much, she was also dissatisfied with the price of two million livres.
Feeling powerless.
So, he bought it?
Or was it like her, that the archbishop was killed?
"Do you know what problems the sky-high price of gemstone necklaces will cause to the royal family that already has a financial deficit?" Uriel closed the velvet box, dropped it from a height, and hit the girl's back hard, "I tell you, this will make
France has fallen further into despair, and the people have fallen deeper into taxation, poverty, and famine... At that time, the people will have to rise up to resist, and I have prepared a pioneer. With him, the whole of France will welcome
Let’s have a revolution that will overthrow the Bourbon dynasty.”
She crawled toward Uriel with difficulty, and his white toes were stained with blood: "Where did the queen offend you? The hatred between you and the queen..."
"No, I have no hatred against her." Uriel interrupted, "I have hatred against the person she loves, and this hatred has existed since tens of thousands of years ago, but I have never found him.
”
"Your Highness Charles?"
"That human is not worthy of what I do."
"Then what are you talking about?" The girl was puzzled.
"Beluseb." Uriel narrowed his eyes, "The original sin is 'Gluttony'!"
The girl's eyes widened. She couldn't understand what this man was talking about. It should be said that she hadn't understood it since he said he was an archangel.
"Are you going to kill His Highness Beluseppe?" the girl asked.
"It's not about killing, but this is my duty." Uriel said.
"Then what does this have to do with Her Majesty the Queen? She is just an ordinary person, not like you, not like you at all." The girl explained crazily.
But all I got was a cold snort.
The voice without any emotion completely dispelled the girl's obsession, just like the God of Death had pronounced a death sentence, making the girl's thin body, which was only a torso, tremble uncontrollably.
"Dear, this is called misfortune, because..."
Like the temptation of the devil, the voice that cannot distinguish between male and female seems to be the most beautiful poison, gentle? Cruel? Or both.
Plus that contemptuous smile.
The girl knew that her death was coming.
"Who made Beluseb fall in love with your Majesty the Queen?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a plain white palm went directly through Mary's back and took out the beating heart.