Chapter 48: Michael vs. the Fake

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

In the gardens of St John's Cathedral.

The head of the angel Michael in the statue was originally slightly drooped, but then gradually raised up, as if gazing into the distance.

Words like God, Amen, and Jesus kept circulating among this group of believers who witnessed the miracle, expressing less than one-tenth of the amazement in their hearts.

The exclamations soon attracted more people, and this small garden reached its maximum capacity since its construction.

Brand began to recite verses from the Psalms, and soon the crowd followed him, and the chanting became louder and louder.

Michael looked at everyone calmly, then gently raised his right arm and made a waving motion.

Suddenly, a ray of white light appeared out of thin air on the statue's hand. Although it had no temperature, it made people feel warm. There was even an unprecedented feeling that made the believers cry.

"Sophia?"

Sophia, who had been clumsily following the chanting, was surprised to hear this familiar voice.

It's mother!
She turned in shock and looked at her mother in the wheelchair.

At this moment, her eyes were bright, without the previous confusion and emptiness. She could clearly feel that her mother was looking at her and thinking about her.

"Kelly! Oh, God!"

It was Smith who reacted faster than Sophia.

For convenience, he quickly knelt on the ground, his eyes revealing disbelief, and his trembling and old hands holding his wife's face. The accumulated emotions finally burst out, and he couldn't help but cry in her arms like a child.

"I seem to have had a dream. I'm so confused and can't make out anything. Joshua, why are you still crying so much? Sophia, am I awake?" Kelly asked in an uncertain tone, stroking her husband's head.

"Wake up, Mom. Woo, you're finally back!" Sophia pressed her face tightly against her mother's.

Brand on the side showed relief in his eyes. Looking around, he found that the disappearance of such pain was not an isolated case.

Even my gouty feet seemed to have no discomfort at all.

The believers became more and more fanatical, and could only express their feelings by kneeling on the ground. Some people excitedly called their relatives and asked them to come immediately.

It was also at this time that shrill alarms began to sound throughout the city.

Some people turned a deaf ear, some looked up in confusion.

Brand looked at the angel statue somewhat at a loss, and the angel just looked at him.

After a deep gaze, Michael flapped his bronze wings and flew into the sky in a completely unscientific way as all the believers watched.

"What?! You said you saw an angel?!"

"Angels flew into the sky from St. John's Cathedral? God"

The nearby troops released several drones, and the senior officials of the combat command center immediately saw the scene at the scene. They all had difficulty breathing as if their hearts were hit by a heavy hammer.

"So, this is an angel appearing to help us? Is there some truth in our previous legend?"

"It's not certain yet. I think we should invite relevant experts to come immediately."

"You go do it now."

"Yes!"

"How is the statue now?"

"There are more and more black tears. After preliminary analysis, it is determined that they contain a certain amount of corrosiveness and exploitability. In their words, it is corrosive oil."

"Oil. Haha."

Someone let out a slightly abrupt self-deprecating laugh, but no one blamed him.

Who among them did not smile bitterly upon hearing this?

Above St. John's Cathedral, angels shone with light, and the people around felt a warmth that dispelled the suffocation and coldness caused by the oppression of dark clouds.

Finally, the light focused on the bronze sword in the angel's hand. He had a blank expression on his face, holding the sword horizontally, aiming at the statue of the goddess.

The light on the sword was obviously accumulating, but after a few seconds, a slender column of holy light silently spurted out from the tip of the sword -

Blocked! In the sky, between the straight line of the angel and the goddess, a figure dressed like an ordinary office worker suddenly appeared. He raised his hand slightly, and the slender beam of light seemed to hit an invisible barrier, disappearing in all directions in violation of the laws of physics, and could never bypass the semicircular void barrier.

"The fake one! He shows up!"

"Aim the electromagnetic cannon!"

In the air, the fake one easily neutralized the attack, put on his signature fake smile, and said: "Forerunner, do you know? I am your loyal admirer."

Inside the command room, everyone looked at each other, and finally the commander-in-chief gave the order.

"Hurry up and find someone who can speak Japanese!"

"Yes!"

Michael looked at him for a few seconds and answered in English, which seemed to be a little awkward because he hadn't spoken for a long time: "The devil is a public enemy."

"No, I thought that as a pioneer, you would have the same insights as me. Demons can also be cooperated with, it just depends on the value of the cooperation partner." The fake sighed, as if he felt that some of his idol filters were broken.

"You are...contaminated."

"You are wrong, this is fusion."

The faker laughed, and as he laughed, his body began to twist and swell.

"Electromagnetic gun is in place!"

"emission!"

We are not filming Sailor Moon now. The commander-in-chief will not wait for you to transform before attacking you.

At the military base, several electromagnetic cannons had already aimed at the pseudo-beings out of sight. As the order was given, the charging was completed quickly, and with a loud bang, the shells were fired.

Bai Shihang, who controls the fake person, naturally had already considered how to deal with various weapons. With his hearing ability, he can easily avoid all kinds of non-tracking weapons.

The body of the faker completed a terrible transformation in an instant, turning into a ferocious black dragon several dozen meters long. The horned dragon head roared, pounced towards Michael, and crashed into an office building.

The walls of high-rise buildings were directly cut in half and shattered. The skyscrapers that humans were so proud of were more crispy than wafers in the hands of monsters.

Some office workers who did not seek shelter cried out in pain as they were about to be buried by the collapsed rubble.

The angel broke free from the dragon's restraints in time, and a dazzling holy light burst out from his body. All the heavy objects hanging above people's heads paused for a moment, then turned around and attacked the dragon's head.

But this obviously would not cause any harm to the dragon, so what followed was the angel's sword light.

The speed of the sword was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. People could only barely tell that the angel was attacking by the black sticky substance and scars splashed on the black dragon's body.

The angel suddenly looked in the direction of Liberty Island, quickly gave up the attack, left the dragon behind, and flew towards the goddess statue.

How could the dragon let him do as he wished? The two started fighting in the air.

Any aftermath can leave a building in ruins or raze a house to the ground.

"Can't lock on! Can't lock on! Unless we use weapons of mass destruction, there is no way to attack the fake one!"

"God, if weapons of mass destruction are used in New York, the President will have to step down!"

"Admiral Mark, the angels are willing to give up the fakes and attack the goddess statue, shouldn't we..."

"That's the Statue of Liberty, the symbol of our country! We can't destroy it. Unless, unless. It's really hopeless, visibly hopeless. Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Mark stared at the screen nervously, tugging at his collar, trying to breathe more easily.

The wailing of the building resounded through the sky. In the collapsed building, there were countless cement and steel bars. The black dragon shuttled out from them. His sharp claws finally grabbed the angel again, and he couldn't wait to press it to the ground.

"Fuck Fuck!"

At this time, in Central Park, the National Guard temporarily handcuffed some thugs who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune, but after seeing this terrible monster falling from the sky, they had no time to unlock these people, and hurriedly followed their teammates to run.

"I'm going to file a complaint against you! Let us go! Let us escape!"

The hooligans screamed and pulled hard, trying to get rid of the handcuffs. Who can withstand this? Even if they are not hit, if the other party rolls over, they will definitely be turned into meat paste!

As they looked at it with despair, the dragon swooped down - with a loud bang and an earthquake-like tremor, a big hole was smashed directly into Central Park, raising a sky full of dust and fallen leaves.

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