Gabriel was a little confused, so he had always kept that prop, and all he had to do was blow the trumpet on the predicted day of Judgment Day.
But after waiting and waiting, until he fell into heaven, he did not wait for the so-called day of judgment. He took that thing with him and came to the world, hoping that God might think of it and think of himself.
It's a pity that God didn't think about anyone.
Therefore, the horn became a waste. It leaked when used for drinking and did not sound when used for playing. Gabriel did not throw it away, but he placed it in the house he rented like a waste.
"Today is the day of judgment when everything will be settled. I plan to blow that one, or you can blow it for me."
To put it simply, Judgment Day can be called the Great Purge or the Holocaust, because in prophecy this day is the day to liquidate all sinners, and from God’s perspective, human beings as Adam and Eve
Future generations will all be guilty.
"Hey, kitty, did you hear that?" Before Deathstroke had finished speaking, Deadpool began to whisper: "My cousin actually asked Gabriel to play for him."
"puff!"
Soon enough, before Deadpool could finish his words, he was disembowelled, with a dagger stuck in his belly, and flew hundreds of meters away, breaking many street lights and bus stop signs along the way.
, disappearing into the darkness in the distance.
The cat just shook his head at this. What do you mean if you don't seek death, you won't die? The bitch Deadpool really likes to add drama to himself. Isn't he being stabbed again?
Huhu meow, so fun!
"Help me blow that horn, all the angels can hear it, right?" Su Ming then finished his words, wiped the blood on his face speechlessly, and took out the disinfectant alcohol from his pocket.
The kind that you wipe carefully.
"Uh, yes, all the angels can hear it." Gabriel drank the wine of the death knell and ate again. He had been enlightened not long ago. Of course, there was no reason to refuse help at this time. He stood up.
He said, "Then let's go to the house I rented. The horn is placed there. It's not far from here."
He still didn't know what the death knell was planning to do, but it was just a matter of blowing the horn.
Moreover, I have tried it before, but if the trumpet fails to sound, is today the right day? You will know after you go back and try it.
Speaking of which, I have been responsible for taking care of that thing for thousands of years. Is it just for today? But how did Deathstroke know?
This is because he lacks the latest information. Isn't the origin of a horn also the origin?
"Let's go then." Su Ming put away the dishes. After all, it was still a full meal from A Thousand Cats' Dream. If you haven't finished eating it, you can still use it to entertain guests next time. At least it's better than Li Zhuang's white meat, isn't it?
The plan is very simple. Lucifer and Michael faced each other's hands and feet respectively, but they didn't know where they were exactly.
It's not easy to find them by yourself, but it's very easy for them to give some feedback after hearing the horn.
Yes, Lucifer is also an angel, and so are fallen angels. There is no doubt about it. The unique special function of the trumpet is to notify the angels of their meeting. They can hear it no matter where they are.
As long as one of the two angels can respond, the death knell can instantly locate the location where they sent the signal, thus completing the transmission and successfully joining forces.
"Where is your cousin? Leave him alone?" The cat jumped on Deathstroke's shoulder and squatted there. It liked watching Deathstroke and Deadpool interact, and it felt like a warm family member.
Evisceration is nothing, haven't you seen in the Kingdom of Dreams that the two brothers Abel and Cain kill each other dozens of times a day? Just get used to it.
However, Cain also likes to deal with the aftermath. Every time he killed Abel, he would bury the latter, set up a monument, and worship him. He would repeat it many times a day and still enjoy it, and it seemed that he would repeat it forever.
Go down.
This probably leaves an impression on cats, that among humans, brothers killing each other is a proof of good relationship?
"You can keep up when he gets up. Don't underestimate his belt." Su Ming waved his hand nonchalantly and motioned for Gabriel to lead the way. Everyone should do business first: "Speaking of which, why did you think of renting a house?
?Gabriel, Lucifer has reserved the presidential suite of that five-star hotel for many years, why don’t you go over and stay with him?”
As he spoke, Deathstroke pointed to the distance. The tall building was there, still intact. It was obviously Elaine's handiwork. She also took care of her uncle's residence.
It's a high-end hotel. Su Ming has also been to that suite. Needless to say, the facilities and services inside are much better than a rental house.
His room was quite large, and Gabriel could check in directly without any problem.
"I don't want to trouble him. He and I have different views on some things." Gabriel shook his head. He said that although he fell to heaven, he did not fall to heaven because of his opposition to God, so he did not want to go too far with the Satan brother.
close.
Although they are still in the same city and can keep watch on each other, that's all.
"Oh, you brothers are really awkward." Su Ming shook his head and followed the angel walking on the street. Generally speaking, Los Angeles is calm and peaceful. As a city with the greatest influence from hell, there are always people who are deceived by demons and lose their souls.
Flying away, many unsolved cases appear.
But now, it has benefited instead.
"All brothers are like this, and we are no different from humans." Gabriel smiled, he raised his finger and pointed to a small second-story building at the corner of the street: "That's it, I rent there, the rental house in this area
The price is quite reasonable.”
"Yes, as an angel, if you can think of things like cost-effectiveness, you are already better than countless angels." Su Ming laughed. Anyway, in his opinion, such a dilapidated house was probably built during the development of the west.
Times? It's so dilapidated now, it's no different than a doghouse.
But Gabriel seemed to like him quite a bit, so there was no need for him to say anything disparaging. After all, it was hard to buy someone happy with money.
"I am also a person with a life." Angel was a little happy, obviously eager to gain recognition from others, and his pace quickened a bit.
This section of the road was not far to begin with, about three hundred meters. After a while, everyone was at the door. Even Deadpool came back, but he didn't use his belt to teleport, but ran back.
.
"Please come in, come on, you're welcome, wait for me in the living room, I'll go to the basement to get the horn."
He took out the key and opened the door, letting Deathstroke and his party into the room, letting everyone rest for a while in the simple living room on the first floor. He walked quickly towards the basement door, and then quickly disappeared up the dark stairs.
He went downstairs to rummage through the cabinets. It seemed that he hadn't touched that thing for a long time.