At the beginning, he also cried, sad, and uncomfortable.

Even now, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw such a scene again; but they could not do anything, and they could not do anything except looking at it sadly.

In this world, the weak do not have the right to speak, and ordinary people are even more so. They do not even have the right to know the truth of the world. All they can know is the truth compiled by various countries for them.

Even the mysterious guys who tested them were just kneeling in front of the God of Incompetence and the Demon King, praying that they could restrain their strength and not cause great damage to humans.

Human beings think they are the masters of this planet, but they are just a fairy tale; the real masters are the gods they created, the gods standing above the clouds.

The cruelty of reality is far from your imagination.

However, where they couldn't see, Naruto and Tony were watching them calmly.

Poor, pity, sympathy, such emotions did not appear in their eyes, just looked at the scene in front of them.

There are too many pitiful people in the world. Even if their death is due to the aftermath of the two, they will not have any feelings. When the devil causes damage, they will not care about human emotions and thoughts.

“Someone will deal with it.”

Tony said suddenly.

"I know."

Naruto also said calmly.

"However, when you stand at a certain height, you will always give alms to the weak because of some strange emotion."

"I am the same."

After the words came to his mind, a sacred white light slowly emanated from Naruto's body, a huge angel phantom stood behind him holding a golden book, as if muttering something in his mouth, as if pitying these mortals.

The white glow attracted Erica and the people who formed the magic society. They couldn't help but look up. What caught their eyes was the phantom of the twelve-winged angels that looked like the guardian of God. It was sacred and soft. All the beautiful words in the world seemed to be added to it.

The wings were gently waving, and countless white feathers fell in the waving with mysterious power. The breeze blew gently, and the whiteness scattered on the earth, like heavy snow, trying to take away all the sins and sorrows in the world.

What is a miracle?

This is a miracle!

The white feathers exuded endless tenderness, and the flying place was full of white soft light; soon, the entire Sardinia was shrouded in the white world.

Erica's hands trembled and touched a white feather that was still falling in the air, feeling an unimaginable soft and sacred power contained in it; then, in front of him, countless ruins and damaged ground began to tremble, and then, they turned into phantoms and recombined, becoming the shape before it was destroyed.

"Is time going backwards? Or is it just repairing broken Sardinia?"

Both the former and the latter were enough to surprise Erica, but even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she hoped that it was the former, because if it were only streets and buildings, it could be rebuilt by the power of magical association; but the deceased would never come back.

If this miracle that is like a return to time, if it can really return Sardinia to what it was before the battle begins and resurrect those dead, I will be willing to bear it no matter what the price is.

King, listen to my wishes; I know I do not allow you to use the value of power, but I am willing to give all of myself."

Erica was with her hands together, like the most sincere believer of the Lord, praying to the Almighty Lord.

"I heard your wish."

The sacred and magnificent voice resounded in Erica's ears. At this moment, there was no greater or more perfect voice in the whole world than it!

"Thank you, my supreme king!"

Collapsed tall buildings, ancient castles, buildings relied in the sacred glory, and the damaged earth slowly sewn in the white soft light; from a distance, Sardinia is like a giant lamp standing on the sea

"How is this... possible! How can humans master such power, even the gods who do not follow..."

The people of the magic association looked at the scene in horror. In their memory, no one had ever mastered the ability that seemed to be a return of time!

Even gods rarely have such power!

If it is just the power of the underworld plus the power of the earth, it can still be explained; but everything in front of you is more like a time-based ability than these two powers!

Time... This is a ability that is even less than space. The gods who have come to this world should not have such ability, right?!

“Guru…”

I couldn't help swallowing. In front of them, except for those who stood on the edge and seemed to be rejected by power, everything in my sight slowly became what I had before.

Those who died of crushing in the crowd slowly opened their eyes in the white and soft light of the sacred feathers, their bodies were no different from before, and even the damaged clothes were completely repaired.

The buildings were like before the disaster began, and there was no trace of damage at all.

So, is it the rewind of time or the resurrection of the dead and the power of the earth?

Their mission is not only to help Erica evacuate the masses, but also to collect information from each other.

But how should this scene be described? How should it be explained?

Unlike them who are in a complicated mood, those who have been resurrected and those who have witnessed the miracle are already shocked.

Because of their person, they could not see the phantom of the gods, nor the so-called sacred wings; they just saw that the world in their eyes was restored like a game, and those who should have died had also been resurrected!

"What happened just now?"

A man asked silly.

"It seems like time has been turned back?"

An uncertain voice rang out.

"What's the reason? Is the gods heard our prayers or is the demons cheating on our eyes?"

"Even if it is a demon or a false one, I am willing to sink into it!"

All who saw this miracle were frightened, excited, worried, or weeping with joy; they did not know who was happening in front of them, whether it was the mercy of the gods or the joking of the demons;

They could not see the phantom of the twelve-winged angels standing above the sky, nor did they see the white and soft light wrapped around the entire Sardinia.
Chapter completed!