The sword in the white-robed angel's hand was made of silver, with a long gold thread in the middle, and the sacred patterns that were tempered during the dense forging were faintly distributed on the blade. When the sword was awakened by the white-robed cultivator, those holy patterns burst into a dazzling brilliance, and there seemed to be ancient chants in the air being recited by a whole choir, and the majestic and majestic holy prestige filled the entire space, expelling all Filthy and unclean.
As a Divine Protector, this is not the first time the White Robe monk has dealt with dark creatures, but it is definitely the most dangerous.
When the devil, hidden in the shadow of the king's back, looked up at him, he felt a chill that he had not felt for a long time—a feeling he had rarely felt since he resonated with the angels.
Don't touch other people's treasures...
When the devil murmured these words softly, the white-robed cultivator felt the endless sticky malice being pressed down from all sides. What kind of existence can make him feel more pressure just with malice
No wonder the teacher did not hesitate to use the most serious description when he mentioned the ancient devils, but they are all the disasters in the world—the only people who dance with them are the fallen!
The white-robed cultivator no longer hesitated. After he grabbed the silver long sword, he thrust it down heavily, and the long sword did not sink into the table. Lightning-like silver light swept past, towards the king - he saw that just as he could temporarily transform into an angel, the devil in front of him could stay in the world because there was some kind of contract between him and the king. As long as the king on one side of the contract is killed, the devil will be cast back to hell.
The devil leaned over and embraced the king across the back of the chair, and he led the king back a long distance.
The lightning-like silver light stopped very close to the king, and the trace of silver light was printed in the dark pupil of the devil, forcibly stopping it in mid-air.
"Expel!"
Dispassionate voices echoed in the main tent, which had turned into a battlefield.
The map with many markings floated in mid-air, and it was not burned by the flames just now. On the paper, all the sword patterns that serve as markers appear a dark red burnt by fire. At this time, those crossed swords flew from one place to another on the map, circling and whistling towards the white-robed monk at the other end of the long table. When those swords came towards him, the white-robed cultivator heard a faint cry.
It was countless overlapping cries.
Men's and women's, old people's children's... It's like all the people who died due to unwarranted disasters gathered together and screamed, and their voices were wrapped in so much unwillingness and so much anger. At that moment, the white-robed monks unfolded one battlefield after another. The battlefield was full of scorched earth, bones and corpses, and the words of the king were still in their ears—that was their sin, and they were bringing the slaughter to those devout believers.
The shaking only appeared in a short moment, the flames in the eyes of the white-robed cultivator beat silently once, and he quickly woke up.
At the moment when he woke up, he held the long silver sword across his chest and stepped back at the same time.
A stinging sound of collision erupted.
The silver long sword in the hands of the white-robed monk collided with the keel long sword in the devil's hand.
When the white-robed monk was distracted by the phantom of the sword on the world cloth, the devil pulled away and attacked. At the same time, the sacred fire on the ground was swirling towards the king, but they were blocked - a group of black slender butterflies hovered beside the king. The ground was burned to death by the holy fire, but new black butterflies flew out from the bone ring worn on the king's finger.
It seems to be a magnificent show of light and shadow.
The entire middle tent became a stage, and the swords in the hands of the devil and the monk kept colliding, and little sparks burst out. In the incomparably bright holy fire, countless black butterflies danced gracefully, the light and darkness of the world were sticking together, and the king of the world in the middle of the light and dark sat silently.
The white-robed cultivator retreated lightly, and the robes on his body were scraped by the strong air current, as if the wings were unfolding.
There was indeed a pair of dazzling wings that appeared behind the white-robed cultivator - the shadow of an angel appeared on the white-robed cultivator once again, and his face became more and more indistinguishable between genders, and his pupils changed. It became clearer and clearer, reflecting the reflection of the whole world as clearly as a mirror.
The sword in the white-robed monk's hand melted down little by little, turning into a dazzling brilliance that melted into his body.
Little by little the Holy Spirit revived in his body.
At the moment when the wings emerged, the king who was watching the battle raised his hand, and the bone ring tightly clasped on his finger became extremely hot at this moment. The thick black mist surged out in an instant, and the formations on the ground disappeared, leaving only the black flames that ignited out of thin air. A gate of hell is slowly rising, and the vortex inside the gate of hell is slowly turning.
- The magic circle on the ground is also just a disguise!
What kings and devils really have to do is turn the battlefield into hell!
Only in hell can an angel officially fall and never recover and return to the kingdom of God.
The white-robed cultivator was at a special time when the angel woke up. He realized this, but he was powerless. Black flames surged up, and the devil turned around in mid-air, forcing him back with a keel-bone sword. And at the moment he retreated, the black fire swallowed him, and the vortex erupted with dark red light. In an instant, the main account was empty and nothing was left.
The king, the devil and the white monk all disappeared into the main tent.
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hell.
The devil holds the sleeping king in his arms, unlike the first time he took the king into hell as a soul. This time the king entered hell directly with his body. Despite the protection of the bone ring of authority worn on the king's finger, the difference between mortals and hell and the pressure of passing through the gates of hell made the king fall into a deep sleep.
Had the king been awake, he would have found that the sky of hell was darker than the last time he came.
Large swaths of sulphurous fire rain dripped from the sky, and something terrible was brewing in the blood-colored sky. The long river of dead souls on the ground flowed faster than before, and the long, mournful wind in the wilderness began to blow chillingly.
At this time, there is an out-of-place visitor in hell.
The white-robed monk has completely transformed into an angel.
Snow-white wings spread out in mid-air, and the brimstone fire rain dripping from the sky vanished as soon as it approached the angel. The angel opened his eyes, and he was far away from the devil.
The devil whistled.
The long-awaited nightmare carriage rose from the lake of fire and brimstone that was closest to him, and quickly ran to the devil. The four skulls on the carriage clucked their teeth up and down. The devil placed the sleeping king in the carriage, and a crow flew from not far away and landed on the carriage.
The angel looked down at the devil condescendingly, without any movement.
"It's a delight."
The corners of the devil's lips were upturned, revealing a mask-like smile. The keel long sword in his hand disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a white bone scepter. He held the tip of the scepter, the sharp tip of the scepter touching the charred ground, and the wind rolled up his black dress.
"The first drop of blood is an acquaintance."
St. Val.
On that night a thousand years ago, Saint Vaal was pierced by a bone scepter through his chest and nailed to the ground. His blood stained the silver holy emblem. And today, a thousand years later, the first angel to be pulled down from hell was Saint Vaal who was called back to the kingdom of God to be resurrected and become an angel.
Behold, fate is such a trick sometimes.
The angel looked indifferently at the smiling devil.
He spread his wings and fluttered gently.
The next moment, He swept straight to the devil.
The devil happily greeted him with the bone scepter, and the tail of his clothes swept out a faint fog-like trajectory. The scene from a thousand years ago seems to be happening again, but this time the fight will be more thorough, more... undead.
Black butterflies swirled out from the devil and turned into dark clouds that covered the sky, and the angels in the clouds were surrounded by sharp screams.
A whole hell seemed to cheer.
A whole hell seems to be waiting.
Look forward to that drop of blood that belongs to the Holy Spirit.
The cloud formed by the black butterfly is dancing wildly, like an evil dragon. On the head of this evil dragon, the devil holds the authority to decide death.
"It's you… "
The angel finally said the first sentence, and a trace of human brilliance appeared in his pupils, which was a memory. Across thousands of years of light and shadow, the memory of Saint Vaal, who is pure white, is reviving.
"Destroyed..."
The angel's words were not complete, and the torrent formed by the black butterfly roared and swept over him. He had to close his wings, and the diamond-like brilliance on the snow-white wings burst out, tearing up the clouds of butterflies. At the moment when the butterfly group was torn to shreds, the devil grabbed the bone scepter and swept away like lightning, and the tail of his clothes made a "thorn" sound due to the rapid airflow, as if the light of lightning was swimming on his clothes. .
"Shh."
The devil had a mask-like smile on his face, and the scepter was a sharp sword in his hand, cutting a twisted arc in mid-air.
"The time has not come."
The angel's words were interrupted, and the first round of collision between the two sides broke out in an instant. A strong wind swirled in the air, and the rain of sulfur and fire that kept falling from the sky was swept up and slanted out in the storm. The angel pulled out his fiery sword, the armor quickly wrapped his body, and the scepter in the devil's hand slammed firmly against the armor engraved with ancient lines, making a harsh sound.
Angel raises sword.
"Judgment."
He said sharply.