"Mom, Mom!"

In Texas, the roadside to the oil factory in the wilderness.

In a restaurant at a station where bus stops, a cute little girl is calling her mother.

Her mother was reading the newspaper, as if she wanted to find a job. Faced with her daughter's call, she said casually:

"What's wrong? Baby."

The little girl was holding a pencil in her hand and was drawing on her small drawing board.

She stared at a woman leaning against the bar not far from the restaurant, and said to her mother:

"That sister has wings, so beautiful!"

"Um?"

The little girl's mother raised her head in surprise and looked at the young and beautiful black-haired lady leaning against the bar and looking at them.

The girl looked in her 20s, very young, with a neutral face, but she was very beautiful, with a calm temperament, and her short black hair was very decent.

But she didn't have any wings.

The little girl's mother smiled embarrassedly at the girl, and she lowered her head and said to her little daughter:

"She doesn't, little cute, if you see the wings, why not draw it on your drawing board?"

The little girl puffed her mouth. While she was drawing on the drawing board, she looked back at the black-haired lady and said to her mother:

"But mom, can't you see her? Can't you see the wings?"

"Okay, cute."

The girl's mother was a little bored.

Her daughter always says these things, but just like the brunette girl in front of her has no wings, nothing else her daughter says is true.

But unfortunately, as an ordinary person, she doesn't know.

There are always some talented people in this world, such as her daughter, who can always see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Just like now.

War Angel Luther slowly closed his wings behind him, and she looked at the little girl staring at her.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Luther's heart.

She is the Creator of the Lord, representing the Lord's wrath and thunder. She came to the world to perform the Lord's commands, but this does not mean that anyone can look at her so rudely.

Luther raised his hand, and a golden dot of light burst out from her fingertips.

The little girl staring at her wings looked blank.

The little girl turned the pencil in her hand and pointed it at her eyes. She said to her mother in a daze:

"Mother"

"Hmm? So what's wrong? Little cute."

"That lady said I was a sinner."

The little girl said something and stabbed the pencil into her eyes.

A tragedy is about to happen.

But at this moment, a finger with black gloves flicked the little girl's hand.

The pencil flew into the air, and the little girl was awakened.

She rushed to her mother in fear, not daring to look at her winged sister again.

She burst into tears.

She was frightened.

In front of the crying little girl, Hope, the presiding judge of the Mechanical God Cult, changed into a black suit, with a robe like a nun's suit, folded his hands on his abdomen.

The woman's smart weapon looked at the war angel in front of her with a cold look.

She looked at the divine silent creature and said:

"In human legends, angels are pure creatures, representing hope and kindness. Unfortunately, the first angel I met was an absolute villain."

"Well, the God of All Things is above, the legend of human beings is indeed full of mistakes and flaws."

The female intelligent machine raised her hand, and amid the sound of mechanical collision, a black mechanical war sickle fell into her hand between the module flips.

"bite"

The war sickle was on the ground, and amid the screams of ordinary people who were scared to escape from the restaurant, Hope hooked his finger at the angel in front of him.

This woman said in a provocative voice:

"A angel who does evil, why don't you find someone as strong as you to play?"

"Get out!"

Angel Luther, wearing a white women's suit, didn't care about Hope's provocation.

She grabbed her coat with her hands, and she said in an emotionally volatile tone:

"You are not my target"

"Clang"

The moment Luther finished speaking, the wall on the other side of the restaurant was shattered by huge force.

Amid the sound of the collision of armor, the mechanical sage, carrying a heavy mechanical cross hammer, wearing white ritual armor, and a chain tied to the waist, strode into the restaurant.

It stared at the angel, and it said in a low voice:

"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the soul is unhappy!"

"Snatch it, angel, I don't want to break your beautiful wings, it will hurt."

The angels attacked from front and back were still cold.

There was no even a change in expression on her face.

She is God's creation, dedicated to war, and emotions are meaningless to her.

"Adam, don't you think her wings are beautiful?"

Hope, holding the war sickle, walked forward, and in that multi-spectral sight, she admired Luther's slowly spreading wings behind him, and said:

"As clergy of the God of All Machines, perhaps we should also create a pair of wings for ourselves as a symbol of the divine nature of the soul of the machine."

"A filthy thing!"

Adam, the mechanical sage who came from behind the angel, said coldly:

"Only knowledge is sacred, and these exaggerated decorations are meaningless except to expose hypocrisy and ignorance!"

"Clang"

War Angel Luther clenched his fists and punched her smart weapon behind her.

Adam blocked the blow with a warhammer, and Luther's slender fist hit its warhammer, leaving a clear fist mark and knocked Adam back several steps.

In front of her, Hope's sharp battle sickle roared and slashed.

The angel shortened his body and avoided the fatal blow.

But her wings were hit and several blood-stained feathers floated.

"Bang"

Another heavy punch.

The agile Tian used his arm to hold Hope's incoming fist, and forced Hope back with another kick.

Two intelligent machines with powerful power and a war machine from heaven.

The three men fought in this narrow and shabby restaurant, just like giant beasts fighting.

In just a few seconds, the entire restaurant was burned down by the flames caused by the missile explosion.

Between the flames, Angel Luther flapped his wings and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and flew into the sky.

Her left arm was covered with blood.

The two mechanical creatures are not simple, they have barbaric powers that can match the divine power.

But it's over.

Luther raised his left hand, and in the shining curtain of light spreading out across the cross, a golden stream of light gathered in her palm.

The power of the Lord can not only be used to save, but also to destroy impure things.

Only a large-scale bombardment was needed to burn the two mechanical monsters below together with the surrounding land.

She must hurry up and complete her mission.

She has no time to get involved with these soulless monsters.

But just as Luther was about to shoot out the light of destruction, a cold voice suddenly rang behind her:
To be continued...