Green Skin

“Your sins are forgiven. ”

There wasn't a very special reason. I thought it didn't look like me, but I saw him in Francesca's image.

We were talking from afar, so we didn't hear the details, but one thing's for sure: she's Michael's woman. It was the only one. I could almost see a face I'd never seen before in Michael's memory, why I couldn't see her face.

Michael tied Francesca to his memory, a shape that sealed his memory by some means, and even as he showed many lives. It was for a reason, but I was probably worried that she wouldn't be penalized. It is likely to be self-serving.

There are no deep hobbies of other lovers. She thought she was worth forgiving just because she inherited his care. A choice I might not have made if it were me before. It didn't feel good, but it wasn't dirty.

“Ah…”

She knows my relationship with Michael. You must have heard through Parael that I'm his brother.

Blood brothers. I definitely remember saying that.

“He forgave you. ”

“........ ”

“I'm sure. ”

If it were him, he would've forgiven her. The wings didn't turn black, so it's probably a natural reaction, knowing exactly who I am. I'm not God. I'm not Michael. I didn't tell him what he wanted, and I don't deserve to forgive anyone. But if you look at Francesca with her tears in her eyes,

She's...

It seemed to feel like I was saved.

“Th-thank you. ”

“You're welcome.”

“No, really, thank you. ”

“It became useless. You're a little hotter than that. What would you have done if we hadn't come in? ”

“Back... I didn't think back. ”

“Just like a couple, you have no choice. ”

“............... ”

I was recovering gradually whether White Zinc was an effect of divine power, but it was very slow. The biggest reason why Francesca is unable to commit to her care. He is helping Bariel and Jean-Jaeri fight.

The opponent can never say that he is weak, but the card drawn by this side is also the second card, a grim card, the Queen of the East and Garria, and a white zinc that no one can beat on the continent in size of divinity. The sacred power of White Zinc came out laughing when I thought my faith in me would be strong enough to compare it to the one who had lived for a very long time.

“Heeheeheehee!”

“Dirty heretics! ”

“Ethan is you. I'm going to rip that white wing open. Let me show you exactly what it costs to make fun of your mouth and what it costs to insult the Savior. ”

“That's my point. She's a whore of the Devil. ”

The fence that collided with him was quite quiet and the original specs might be pushed a bit, but the fence that received the divine power from White Zinc was definitely different from the movement. Seeing the two most vulnerable men fighting together was like nothing I had ever seen, but it was much better to match up than I thought.

Jang Ye-ri is a medium-range type with strong firepower. The skills she possesses are usually based on ranged attacks, and her sickle is also a powerful medium-range weapon. White Zinc fills up the melee battle, which lacked a bit of fencing, and it moves like it has wings. It has become difficult to deal with.

“Not bad. ”

“In the name of the Savior! Go!”

“I am not your servant. White zinc.”

“Cheers! I never said you were a servant! ”

On the subject of the uproar, the battle was like a pro, and soon after, his body turned red. The impressive thing is that the wings did not get wet with blood. That's how many prides you have on your wings. Francesca stares blankly at the marble and white zinc.

“I knew you were strong, but... I didn't expect this...”

Seeing the two continents' highest forces, I thought it was worth saying. He was watching as the Bariel who had been overwhelmingly defeated was being pushed.

Bariel, who fought Francesca with his sword, could not even get close. It is urgent to avoid or prevent the devastation emanating from the Spear of Jangshark. In accordance with the evasion timing, a horse called Longsword protrudes from the path and eats up space that can continue to move. If he wanted to narrow the distance, he would have to resign due to the divine power of the bursting Zinc, and in the end he would only have to shoot the Spear of Divine Power from a distance.

In that situation, a loud voice of white zinc resounded.

“Earlier! What did you say! Rotten angel guarding the sanctuary of filthy heretics. This is the power of those who have been given power by God! You said that! Heheh! But what about now, old angel? Look at you! Look at that crookedness now, despite the power of God! This is proof that the God you are serving is not the true God! ”

“Shut up, you filthy bitch! I don't want to hear any more about you! ”

“Do you think this fight is a test, too? Heehee. Do you think this is a trial from your servant? Hear, Bariel, we will put you to the test, but the Devil will only put you to the test! Hahaha.”

“Keep your mouth shut! ”

It looks harder and harder to concentrate as it continues to spread its mental attacks. I don't know if he's given up on attacking the Longevity Monk or just angry, but he's still sending divine power to White Zinc. But not even close. Eventually, they keep coming around the corner. I feel like the damage I took before was fatal and I'm getting tired quickly.

“Shit! Shit!! ”

“This is the true God! This is the hip of our savior! Stupid heretic! Heehee! ”

“Dammit!!! ”

“Shut up.”

“That's right, Jang Ye-ri. It's really noisy. Heheh heh. Just because the voice is loud doesn't mean the devil is answering it. After all, you have not passed the trials, so you will be abandoned by the devil. ”

“How dare you! ”

It was when the creature behind the wall was making giant sacred arrows and firing them.

Quadrudruple!

The wall he was facing fell down.

“Idiot. ”

Jang Ye-ri mumbled at him. He didn't even feel someone coming up from behind his wall. As soon as the wall collapses, a lot of hands pop up behind the wall and start grabbing him.

“Here! Time to pay the price! ”

They were heretic interrogators who arrived here recently. The strength of one person may be insignificant, but as many hands protrude from behind the wall, he begins to panic.

“W-what! ”

The congregation's dagger drops on his wings before he can even make a sound.

“Aaahhhh!”

Perhaps the fact that he has 14 wings would not have been as gruesome as today. The hands of the faithful stretch out with their eyes, clutching large wings and continuing to cut the dagger down. As he moves his wings to get rid of the believers, but lacks the power to get rid of the heretic Inquisitors who have strange eyes, and White Zinc continues to supply divine power, even the wounded begin to rush back.

“Ahhhh!”

“Heeheehee! Let's pray! Pray for me, Bariel! Hehehe!”

It is not enough to take out the first people who deal damage, fallen health, and rush to get rid of them. Jane, who held out her hands, tangled and tangled with each other, was also emitting divine power to those in front of her from behind.

One congregation pulls Bariel's hair from behind and stabs him in the eye with a dagger, while the other Inquisitor continues to stab him in the wing with his little dagger.

“Ahhhh! I can't let go of this! How dare you! On my sacred wings! ”

The wings of angels are very strong. You can't cut or tear it once or twice. Maybe that's why it's even more painful. The creature buried by the crowds is already invisible, and feathers continue to fly in the air like a chicken.

“Stop it! I can't! ”

“You don't answer my prayers! Bariel! Your prayers are not reaching! That's right! That's right! Hehehe!”

“Ahh… ahh! Shut up! Shut up! ”

“Ah! You've been abandoned! Abandoned! Bariel! Abandoned is not Francesca over there, it's you. You have been abandoned by the gods! Heeheeheeheehee! How pathetic! The end of those who have lived for God all their lives! I can't believe how miserable this is! Heeheehee!”

“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhh! ”

Literally, one of his wings was ripped off in the end. It's not shredded or cut clean. He took dozens or even thousands of swords and forced them to fall. The entire wing, not just the sliced part, is completely debris. The faithful who crashed into the soft, fallen wings lowered their daggers even towards the fallen wings.

“Aaaaah! God! God!”

“Heeheeheehee! Heeheeheeheehee! ”

And the second wing.

“Please! God! Punish them! Aaaaarrgh! Ignore you and kill your servant! To those who have caused me pain! Punish me! Punish me! ”

“Shout out louder! Bariel! Until your voice reaches Ethan in that sanctuary! Heeheehee!”

“God... Lord... triumph! Collect it! The barriel... it shakes...”

“That's it! Bariel! Keep screaming for the devil you're riding! ”

The wings continue to fall apart. Arms and Marie, of course, are becoming a rag. His white wings, which he didn't want to ask for blood, were covered in the blood of the virgin and the blood he spit, as well as the wings of the beast, are suspiciously damaged from the beginning.

Only bone remains. A humble old man was there, not an angel on the floor, with his white feathers torn. It's amazing to see him continue to pour out divine power and make him suffer without killing him. The skill of the Inquisitors is amazing at any time.

“Ahh…”

“Here... pray again. Bariel! You can't give up! ”

“Ahhhh!”

“Bariel! One more time! ”

“Ahhhh!”

“Pray! ”

As soon as the wings fall off, the angels lose their power. He who doesn't seem to have been trained in the flesh normally is just a normal old man now. Nevertheless, he continued to pray to God, not knowing his palm. They think that God will punish those who afflict them, holding their hands together, as if they were responding to White Zinc's cry.

But that's also not much of a problem. Over time, his hands started to fall apart, and eventually he muttered in a painful voice.

“Th-three... weeks. ”

At that moment, the dagger that fell towards him stopped and waited. At his words, White Zinc smiled and opened his mouth.

“Yes, that's what I pray for. Heehee.”

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I'll write a ripple and post it right away! I'm sorry I'm late, but I'll be right back.