Chapter 593: The wooing of the silver-haired angel

Chapter 591 The Winning of the Silver-haired Angel
An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in Novichsky's heart. He asked the four-winged angel headed by him: "My lord Angel, what do we need to give."
The four-winged angel said: "The Son of Light is about to come to this world. He will become the leader of the angel legion to guide the earth’s civilization. However, the coming of the Son of Light requires a price. Therefore, we need sacrifices, and a lot of lives are needed as sacrifices. With 3.25 million people, in addition to meeting the needs of the children of light, there are still many people left who can become the army under the seat of the children of light."
Nowichsky's heart was cold: "Sacrifice, do you also need a lot of life as a sacrifice?"
Sacrifice is really too common. Any qualified biological civilization of God's Domain seems to have such skills. This seems to have become a necessary requirement for the coming of the strong.
When he heard that they needed sacrifices, Novichsky's heart was cold. Could it be that the angel army he worked so hard to build will eventually become the sacrifice of the children of light?
No, he can't accept it!
Norwichsky sternly said: "I don't know what you are talking about, but we are all fighters of the fighting nation, and we will definitely not be the sacrifice of the son of light in your mouth."
The four-winged angel smiled, and then the holy light on his body began to converge, and said: "I am not asking for your consent, I am just telling you. After all, you are the most loyal servant of the true God, in order to spread the glory of the true body. I have made great contributions and let you know, which also represents our affirmation of your contribution."
When the brilliance of the four-winged angel diminished, Novichsky finally saw his true face: "Vishnorien, it's you, the leader of the pseudo-angel legion!"
Then, he looked at the "angels" around him, and a ridiculous guess inevitably appeared in his heart: "These are your fake angels."
Because he had preconceived notions before, he didn't think of this, and the true faces of these angels were covered by the Holy Light, and his heart was already flooded with crazy thoughts, there was no room for reason at all.
Now that he saw the silver-haired angel Visnorrian, the leader of this pseudo-angel, could he still guess the truth?
He only felt that a chill had almost frozen his fingertips, and began to transmit to the body: "This, all this is your conspiracy, all this is your arrangement?"
If this is true, then he will become a sinner of the fighting nation.
Vesnorrion shook his head and said, "No, it is not me who arranged all of this, but you. I just gave you a chance to go on the right path, but to lead the fighting nation out of the sea of ​​suffering and embark on this. All the people in the bright road are you."
Hearing the affirmation of the silver-haired angel, Novichsky felt his teeth trembling, and he reluctantly let himself say: "Don't accept these forces, stop quickly."
However, no one heard his voice, or no one responded to his voice.
After shouting twice, he was speechless.
Looking at the people kneeling at their feet, he only felt that this was no longer a fighting nation. They were now a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
However, it was himself who caused all this.
The silver-haired angel said: "It's no longer useful. The coming of the Son of Light cannot be stopped. Of course, if you have a way to kill everyone in a short time, then there may be a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, you can only fight Together I witnessed the coming of the Son of Light."
Novichsky suddenly said: "Why didn't you obliterate my sanity? Since you can not obliterate my sanity, can the sanity of other people remain?"
The silver-haired angel said: "I will not obliterate anyone's mind. God's will will come on everyone, awakening their deep desires, and expelling some unnecessary emotions from them, which will destroy the unqualified ones. Life is transformed into a good soul, but you are already very good, so no changes are needed."
This sounded like a compliment, and in Norwichsky's ears, it sounded more than any ironic words in the world.
No change is needed. In other words, to ruin the entire fighting nation and treat them as sacrifices to the children of light is all out of his own will, not because his mind is affected.
This conclusion made him more painful and desperate.
The silver-haired angel said: "These sacrifices have been prepared too much, and your performance is far beyond my expectations. So now I represent the true and will give you a reward. The Son of Light is about to come and guide the earth’s civilization to the light. You need some talents, and with your credit, you can definitely serve as the head coach of the legion."
Norwichsky smiled sullenly: "Let me be the head coach of the Legion. Will you still rest assured to retain my sense of autonomy?"
The silver-haired angel said: "Of course, the spirit will not change anyone's will, but will only awaken the original thoughts in a person's heart. Your will does not need to be changed, because after you become the head of the legion, you can continue to fight. The commander of the nation, your legion will all be composed of fighters from the fighting nation, and you are in charge of how much prestige you can win."
Novichsky was stunned. He was obviously a sinner of the fighting nation. However, in the eyes of the false angels, he became a hero. Now the other party didn't want him to pay any price, so he made him the head of the army.
Does he want to agree?
Just when he hesitated, some thoughts appeared in his heart involuntarily: even if they became angels, they are still the angels of the fighting nation. Whoever makes them the slaves of others, it is better to let them become their own subordinates. Retain the dignity of the fighting nation.
Then, he remembered the matter of free will. Can a fighting nation without its own self-consciousness be considered a fighting nation?
But this thought only appeared for a moment, and he found a solution for himself: since I can retain the consciousness of autonomy, some of them should be able to do it, and the rest only need to obey the order, no Need to care too much. And when my strength becomes stronger, maybe I can find a way to restore their thinking, or I can instill the spirit of a fighting nation in their minds.
Thinking of this, he was not only excited about his wit.
The silver-haired angel urged: "Answer quickly! Otherwise, we will choose other candidates as the commander of the angel army of the fighting nation."
Novichsky knelt on the ground, his right hand pressed against his heart: "I am willing to be a forward under the seat of the Son of Light, fighting for the true God, fighting for the light, and fighting for the glory of the fighting nation."