<h4>Chapter 556: Third Wilbur</h4>


    Boom!!!!!!


    Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael andplete his godly ascension n, he heard an earth-shattering p of thunder above his head.


    The roaring thunder rolled over, tearing apart the dark and thick clouds. The roar of some kind of giant beast resounded through the entire sky.


    "This is impossible!"


    Wilbur suddenly raised his head and looked shocked. "Isn''t he trapped by the Weeping Angel?"


    The next moment!


    The dazzling lightning that carried the destruction of all things was like a golden meteor, dragging along a thousand meters long gorgeous fireworks that tore through the dark and thick night sky and crashed into the factory.


    Boom


    The steel factory that was full of cruelty and blood was almost instantly shattered by the huge shock wave. The supporting pirs and structures copsed, and the huge kic energy smashed into the ground, shattering every inch ofnd in sight into powder and sending it hundreds of meters into the sky!


    The entire Newcastle fell into an eight richter scale earthquake. Countless huge cracks spread out like a dense spider web.


    Then, he looked at where Wilbur was.


    The golden pir of lightning had pierced through the earth from the surface to the depths of the earth, leaving behind a sinkhole with a diameter of dozens of meters.


    With one blow, it shattered mountains and copsed the earth.


    Within a radius of several kilometers, the terrain had beenpletely changed by this attack!


    In the ruins.


    Next to the huge crater created by the thunder, the holy wings of the Seraph were wrapped into a ball. The feathers on the outside were spotless and pure like jade. Even though they had endured the aftermath of the attack, they still did not see any injuries.


    As the aftermath gradually disappeared, the holy wings of the Seraph slowly spread out, revealing Michael and Constantine. Fortunately, they did not seem to be injured.


    Although this dazzling Archangel had been trapped for many days and had lost most of his power, he was still a high-level Seraph in the end. The moment before the thunder struck, he decisively used his Seraph Wings to envelop her and Constantine.


    The Seraph Wings was the source of power that God bestowed upon an angel. Even if one could not use the divine power within it, just its toughness alone wasparable to a divine artifact. The aftermath of the lightning strike was still more than enough.


    Without the cover of the factory roof, the dense rain in the sky suddenly fell, mixed with a trace of bone-chilling coldness. Fresh air poured into the nasal cavity, no longer the nauseating smell of blood.


    However, the thunder was still continuing, even bing more and more intense. The sky that was shrouded in dark clouds was covered in dancing silver snakes for a time. There were no shes of lightning and thunder roaring, pulling out tree branch marks, as if tearing the sky apart.


    Dong!


    Dong!


    Dong!


    Thunder roared and the wind howled.


    Looking at the pitch-ck night sky, golden ripples rippled.


    The roaring thunder surged in the dark clouds like a flood, and the thick ming rings exploded one after another, dyeing most of the night sky red, such as the view of the burning clouds.


    A thin figure bathed in the vast thunder, like a high and mighty god, walking over with endless pressure.


    Everywhere he passed, the dark clouds retreated!


    Even the torrential rain seemed to be afraid of the majestic figure. As the dazzling mes gathered into a tide, the surging from the east swept over, and the rain gradually became smaller and disappeared.


    Newcastle, that had been shrouded in heavy rain all year round, finally revealed a dazzling light at this moment.


    Yes. He came!


    Michael raised her slender goose neck, her emerald eyes reflecting like a mirror, and the majestic figure from far and near revealed a trace of heartfelt joy.


    The warm sunshine sprinkled down, bringing her a trace of warmth that she had not felt for a long time. It was the warmth she had never felt since she came here.


    "I didn''tete, did I?"


    A ray of light from the sun shone on the man''s face through the ruins of the factory. His blue eyes were calm and steady, making people feel an indescribable peace of mind.


    "It''s not early. But it''s not toote."


    Michael looked up at the man in front of him and couldn''t help but sigh in her heart. She pursed her pink lips and raised a quiet smile. "After not seeing you for a year, you have be stronger."


    "You... know me?"


    Lod raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the angel with a little curiosity. Anyone who had seen such a beautiful female angel would have a deep impression.


    Unfortunately, he did not have any impression of her, nor did he remember where he had seen such a Seraph before.


    Gabriel... was an exception.


    In Lod''s aesthetic view, Gabriel was definitely not a beauty. At most, she could only be described as ''He'', which was very consistent with the definition of an angel.


    "I forgot.."


    Michael lowered her head. Her thick eyshes trembled, and a hint of disappointment shed through his eyes. "You don''t remember me anymore."


    Hearing this, Lod''s eyes shed slightly. His expression seemed a little strange. Looking at the disappointed Michael, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say something but did not dare to.


    Fortunately, Michael lowered her head at this moment and did not notice her expression.


    "It is indeed as you said."


    Lod quickly returned to normal. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "There is something wrong with my memory. It seems to be rted to the situation here. Since you are a Seraph, can you tell me what happened here?"


    "Although I really want to tell you everything, that guy does not seem to be willing to wait." Michael did not answer him directly. Instead, she raised her finger and pointed behind him. At some point, there was a figure standing there.


    "Sure enough, it appeared again."


    Lod couldn''t help but sigh. He pinched his forehead, which was a little sore. He looked at the man calmly and said, "Youe one after another. Are you a human or a cockroach?"


    Wearing a well-fitted long suit and a coat with brown curly hair neatlybed to the back of his head, he was wearing expensive leather handmade shoes and a gorgeous cane with gold threads in his right hand. From the inside to the outside, he exuded a noble temperament from the upper ss. It was obvious that this was another Wilbur.


    He was one hundred percent sure of one thing.


    Wilbur, who had just been struck by the lightning, was nowpletely dead. There was not even any residue left.


    Wilbur, who had been killed by sword, could not be resurrected again.


    The one in front of them now was the second Wilbur Wattley who he had ever seen.


    Even the dumbest person could feel that something was wrong at this time. After all, no matter what level it was, it was impossible for Wilbur to have so many individuals!


    Was it... a clone?


    Lod thought in his heart, but he quickly denied his own opinion.


    There was one advantage for death god as he could directly observe the state of the other party''s soul, and the Wilbur in his eyes, no matter which soul state it was, wasplete, without any trace of weakening or weakening.


    This meant that Wilbur was not a clone.


    Every Wilbur who appeared in front of them now was a real ''person''!


    But as a result, the paradox appeared.


    Since the soul wasplete and showed no signs of splitting, how could the three Wilbur exin it?