Green Skin

“You shouldn't have trusted me. Michael.”

“........................ ”

Michael shouldn't have trusted me. I shouldn't have thought I'd give up my wishes even after I died. It's his fault he trusted me with his fucking promises.

Now that I think about it, there was nothing strange at all. It was the same for me to pick up my daughter, and it was weird to suddenly spread all her wings. If I had known I was going back to Agape to atone for the past, I would never have sent him alone.

It's a pretty big sacrifice for what you wanted to carry along.

I don't know what happened, and I don't know what happened to him.

Just to be clear, he gave his wings to his daughter before it happened, and threw himself at me without thinking about the rest. I thought I'd find her someday with the magic of tracking her down. We don't know if Michael's sacrifice and claim affected the pigeons in Agape or not.

Maybe he didn't deliver anything, and died by other pigeons.

Perhaps he raised his voice and met his end in protest until the end.

It could have been an act of ridicule from someone, or it could have been criticized for being meaningless.

for words that didn't mean much to me when I was at the bar.

“................. ”

The only thing that matters now is that he's dead.

It was important that I had only two options.

Accepting Michael's death as a noble sacrifice and slowly reforming from within.

I thought it wouldn't be bad. It might take a while, but it could have improved relationships with ceramics. Maybe we really understand each other. As Michael wished, we could have acted as pesticides to promote religious and cultural diversity and prevent the dichotomy and black and white logic of pigeons.

Like the humans on the continent who are together, the day may come when pigeons and us laugh and talk. Michael's daughter may have lived with more respect for diversity than just one value. There may have been an opportunity to think about what is right and wrong in their arms, not in ours. It may not be one religion, but many options.

‘None.’

But that's not an option anymore.

On second thought, I chose to betray Michael's expectations. No. Betrayed, obviously.

Michael's death was not accepted as a noble sacrifice. You betrayed your expectation to reform your faction. I betrayed his trust and his trust. It's because I couldn't bear to not let go of the anger inside.

Maybe what I liked about him was unfortunate for him. Being close to me for a short time is clearly a disaster for him.

Choosing instead of being together is drying the seeds.

We dry out the seeds, leaving none behind.

“You'll feel something. Right? It's a little different from the kind of salvation you're talking about, but it feels like the body's gone. It's gonna be a little brutal. ”

I raise my arm slightly.

Betraying our friends' expectations and dreams was a sad thing and a dirty thing, but it was not frustrating.

Betraying my friends' wishes and races was a sad and dirty thing, but the acorn that was lost in my heart melted like snow.

Ignoring my friend's last words was a sad and dirty thing... but I felt very happy.

After confirming Michael's death, I don't know how long I've waited for this day.

I don't know how long I've waited for Agape's men to gather in the war instead of the east, all exploding together. From their point of view, I don't know how long I've waited for what I thought was a blessing to turn into hell.

I don't know how long I've waited for the day to become the beginning of a war that will not end. I continue to smile, looking at the ceremony with blood splattering and screaming endlessly.

“Puhahahahahahaha!”

“Aaahhhh!”

“Aaahhhhhh!”

Pigeons can also feel pain and scream. You may feel fear or fear.

Seraphim's expression, sitting in a daze, was emitting an emotion I had never seen before. I definitely like the look on my face right now, rather than the hollow one. I stepped back slowly. Seraphim is non-combat. It's because I decided that I don't need to do anything first. Different landscapes shine into view.

Thousands of angels were fighting to drive out the believers, and others, including Choi, Eun Joo and others, were confronting the Chi angels. From bastards with daggers in their hearts, to basking in tears with their wings ripped and their heads blown off by Satan. I can see a guy who can't scream at the spear made by the Inquisitors, and he's pretty well pierced.

There are one or two of them that stand out. They are never low class. They take a little time to hunt. In fact, I could feel that the level of the teeth angels was not worse than I thought, seeing the hardship of the fence a little bit.

“Get out of here!"

“Hurry!”

“Penetrate the entrance! To the ceiling! ”

“I know this in my own country! Aaaaahhhh!"

“Catch the Plant Girl first! Plant girl first! ”

The road to the front door is blocked. The same is true of the way up, because Jeongyeon's roots completely surround the whole building. Who knew the ambush would be so successful, the day it was supposed to be cold, and the back?

Who knew something like this would happen on a blessed day?

On a happy day, who knew such a tragedy would come.

Today's plan is very successful because they wanted to feel the same way about me.

“You... bugger! ”

I saw one of the angels fly in, thinking it was the first thing that caught me. There's no need to move. When I covered one side of my body with the wings of blood that were positioned in a larger shape than usual, he drew his sword toward the wings as if he had waited.

Shhhhhhhhh!

The wings that were waiting for his attack began to spread widely and swallow him up. Blood beast opened its teeth and swallowed his lower half like an unknown beast. It happened very quickly.

Caed Edd Duck!

“Ahhhhhhh!!! ”

- Gahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Die! Yummy! Yummy! Pigeons! Yummy! Thank you! Best! Best gift ever! Kahahahahahahahaha!

Contrary to what I thought would not be a control, Dyne is doing brilliantly for me. Rather than being sober, I am thinking positively about my current situation and my condition. Reach for the wings that are swallowing him. His face is getting closer.

Caddeuk!

Quadrudrudruple!

It sounded even more vivid, but not bad.

“Aaahhhh!”

“Michael.”

“W-whoaaaahhhh! ”

“How did Michael die? ”

“Aaahhhh!”

“You're asking me how I died. ”

“Ah... How... Aaaaah! ”

“Last one.”

“That, Ethan... that cult...”

One guy trying to survive got more and more nervous. Dyne drained all his blood. When I thought my back felt a little itchy, I pulled out a pair of wings once more from behind. I don't know if it's because of the pigeons, but it's quite pure blood.

That means that the number of wings that can not already be called wings starts to be pulled out from behind the back, the more you can absorb blood, and the more you can control.

It is the kind of ability that suits you just like today.

I did not care about control. Because I thought I'd be able to distinguish between enemies and allies. Wings that met my expectations or each other's will were sometimes changing shape with the mouth of the beast, sometimes with the hand of the monster, and sometimes with a huge thorn and dropping the holy angels. Red drops of rain fall from the sky with a eerie sound.

In proportion to their chewing and gnawing the wings of pigeons, new wings were drawn from my back constantly. I feel like this one looks like a centipede. As you reach out a little, the giant wings shift shape and strike the pigeons. One wing protrudes from the back, fearful of being pulled out. A large, protruding spear protrudes from its wings and plucks out the pigeon's innards.

I didn't know what I would look like to others now, but I thought it wasn't bad at first.

When I explained how the Apocalypse came about from the religion of the earth, I heard that it rained blood. I don't remember whether it was the Apocalypse or the Apocalypse, but it is as it is now.

The sound of angels' screams is the sound of the horn proclaiming the end, and the rain of blood with the beginning of the end is the blood of angels. The piling up of corpses are mountains that will soon crumble down, and the results are before my eyes.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

“Help... help! ”

“Chiefs!”

“We have to save Seraphim. ”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh!! ”

“Ah... no... salvation... salvation...”

One pigeon who was aiming for the top of the building spread its wings and was stabbed with thorns of blood and fell from the sky. The one who was aiming for the congregation, his fingernails are torn by his older brother. Those who spread their wings to rescue Seraphim also have bones in the teeth of monsters. The creature that was trying to get out, not in the air, began to get swallowed up by the tentacles of blood.

Quadrudrudruple!

Cadd-De-Duck!

Gulp.

- Kahahahahahahaha! Pigeons are delicious! Delicious!

Hell, literally hell. When I watch the situation in a good way, I start to feel strong divine from the front. Soon I could put a tooth angel with 12 wings in front of my eyes.

“Gabriel.”

“Do not call my name with that filthy mouth. Devil.”

I felt like I had said hello before, a name I could remember a little bit. Did I ask you nicely? I remember giving and receiving such conversations.

“This was your plan from the beginning. ”

“Stupid pigeon. I didn't think I had to do it from the beginning. It doesn't feel good for me to betray my brother's expectations. ”

“............. ”

“You shouldn't have killed him. ”

“That heresy. ”

“From my point of view, Ethan is you. ”

“Bullshit. The Devil. The Temple will unfold. You will die unsaved. You will go to hell without receiving God. Not only you, but your people will also die grumbling against you. ”

“You talk like you've died before, scum. ”

“.................... ”

“Have you ever died? Salvation and hell and all that bullshit. Nothing after death. I can't see anything, I can't feel anything. ”

“You speak as if you've experienced it… blasphemy! Demon! ”

“Blasphemy? You will experience it, too. Pigeons, by the way, your chimpanzees say a lot depends on the number of wings. Bora Burge, how many wings do I have? Do I look divine, too? Phew.”

“Don't think of us as one of a kind. It is different from the ugly ones soaked in blood. ”

“...................... ”

He's not communicating. However, a short conversation made for quite good entertainment. I raise my hand slightly and slowly open my mouth.

“Die, scum. ”

- Pigeons! Let's eat! Let's eat!

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