In autumn in the north, the climate in the south is still very hot. w ww.q ua n ben.c om After autumn in southern China, if the heat becomes muggy, it will often be more difficult than in midsummer.
There was a hint of heat in the wind, lazily blowing through the streets and alleys of Lille. Large trees that are hundreds of years old are swaying slightly in the wind with their yellowing branches and leaves.
Occasionally, a leaf falls.
The most magnificent building in Lille today is the newly completed St. Paul's Cathedral. This church represents the supreme achievement of Southern architectural art, the most eye-catching of which is the towering church spire. Hundreds of angels with different expressions were prostrate, worshiping and crowding around on the golden spire. Among them stood the gods overlooking all living beings.
At the highest point of the entire church is the Pope's prayer room, where he listens to the oracles of the gods.
The sun had begun to set in the west, and the slightly reddish sunlight passed over the Pope's thin body, casting a long shadow on the scarlet carpet.
The door to the prayer room opened, and Augustus, dressed in heavy armor, walked in. He walked toward the Pope, each step taking exactly the same amount of time and covering the same amount of space by any measure.
Under the same sunset, the shadow of Augustus was much shorter than the shadow of the Pope.
An invisible wind blew through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A fallen leaf circled in the wind, and finally hit the long French window, bounced back, and was carried by the wind again, flying away.
"The wind is blowing..." the Pope seemed to be saying to himself. Occasionally, he would cough twice.
I don't know how long it took, but the Pope said slowly: "Augustus, what did you see?"
Blood Angel replied: "A fallen leaf."
"what else?"
Blood Angel carefully considered his words and said, "I saw the wind trying to tear the fallen leaves apart, but in the end it could only send it into the sky."
The Pope nodded, coughed for a while, and then gasped: "You are right. In fact, if there is no wind, the fallen leaves will naturally fall to the ground, and eventually dust will return to dust, and soil will return to soil. But the wind does not want to stop. of… "
Augustus didn't answer, he waited.
After a long time, the pope sighed heavily and loudly. It seemed that winter was coming and he was already old. Once winter came, all the problems in his body appeared. "
Augustus said cautiously: "Charlie is dead. Maybe we should build another fire for the coming winter."
The Pope said slowly: "Even God cannot control all the tributaries of destiny. We are only mortals, how can we control all the changes in the world? Augustus, arrogance is a sin, we must learn to admit failure."
Blood Angel lowered his head and said respectfully: "I have noted it down. But in the north..."
The Pope said: "North... Let's leave it alone first! It's almost time. It's time for us to greet the servants of the Lord God."
He stretched out his trembling hand and touched it gently in front of him, and a little ripple appeared on the fingertips like a dead branch. The ripples expanded rapidly and turned into a space gate in an instant.
After the Pope and Blood Angel entered, the space door disappeared.
Behind the space door is a very strange space.
This is a huge palace. A palace bigger than human imagination!
The four walls of the palace are hundreds of meters high and several thousand meters in diameter. There is no roof on the hall, and when you look down, you see nothing but a void, without the sun, moon, blue sky, or endless stars.
Below the hall, there is still a void.
The church and the Blood Angel appeared in the center of the hall.
The Pope stepped forward slowly through the void. Under his feet, there seemed to be an invisible layer of ground, supporting the body that had experienced the vicissitudes of time.
Dozens of light cyan crystal stands were placed in the center of the hall. They were arranged in a ring, surrounding a stone altar in the center. On each crystal table lies a person. These people all look very young and have perfect bodies. It's just that they all seemed to have fallen into the deepest sleep, motionless, just sleeping on the crystal platform.
The Pope smiled slightly and was about to come, but they were all servants of the Lord God. Sixty bodies may not be enough. If you had not looked up to their light when you were still in heaven, then you should have heard of their names. I heard that MGM and Macbeth are coming this time..."
Augustus raised his brows and said in surprise: "Aren't they the angels who serve in front of the throne of Furianmir, the God of Order and Justice? Why do they also come? Could it be..."
The Blood Angel lowered his voice involuntarily and said: Is it for Odaireh? "
The pope coughed violently again, and it took him a long time to calm down. He said intermittently: "For an old man like me, the glory of heaven is too strong. It is about to come. I heard that there is an angel of light named Achilles..."
"Achilles!" Hearing this name, even Augustus lost his composure. "Is it him? Why did he come to this world?"
"Achilles..." the pope read in a low voice several times, and then asked calmly: "Is there anything special about him?"
Augustus said: He was born in the hands of Lord Tiratmis at the same time as Odelech. Lady Tiratmis has been concentrating on perfecting Odaireh, while Achilles has descended to other planes to spread the glory of the Supreme God from the moment of his birth. "
After a pause, Augustus said with a slight tremor in his voice: "By the time I was reincarnated, Achilles... had nearly a hundred planes under the honor of the Supreme God... "
The Pope's long eyebrows moved, he was silent for a moment, and then he said calmly: "The time has come, get ready to welcome the three adults."
A flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the void at the top of the hall!
Not long after, another long bolt of lightning spanned the entire void, and then countless small electric lights bloomed in the sky, like fireworks in the sky.
In the infinite void, there seems to be a door quietly opening. Perhaps because the distance was too far, looking up from the hall, one could only see a faint spot of light.
However, the chants that suddenly fell in the sky showed that it was not an illusion, and that a door had indeed been opened.
That is the sound of the gate to heaven.
Two points of light flew out from the gate of heaven. Appeared in the center of the hall in an instant. It can be seen at this moment that these are two faint images of angels. They have four wings on their backs and are completely incorporeal, only a shadow. Despite this, they still exuded an extremely strong sacred aura and the majesty of overlooking everything!
Augustus felt particularly clearly about this majesty, and even his soul trembled and trembled in front of this majesty!
This trembling comes from the huge difference in rank!
Although after reincarnation, the trembling of Augustus's soul towards the high-ranking angels descending from heaven has weakened a lot, but the fear and obedience to the superior ones have been imprinted in his soul. In this world, although the Blood Angel has successfully broken through the limitations of strength and possesses unparalleled combat power, his combat power is likely to be stronger than the two high-level angels who are about to come, but this brand is imprinted on the core of the soul. The mark cannot be eliminated with the growth of strength.
The Blood Angel, who looked calm on the surface, was trembling slightly. Only the Pope stood there tremblingly, motionless.
To Augustus, the dying old man still felt like nothingness.
Obviously he was standing there, but as long as Augustus closed his eyes, he would feel that there was nothing in front of him, and there was no living thing at all.
A shrill cry interrupted Augustus's thoughts. He smiled slightly and turned to look. I saw a young woman jumping down from the crystal platform. She grabbed her throat with both hands and staggered forward, screaming heart-breakingly from time to time.
The last scream was particularly sad. This young woman, this woman covered in blood, had exploded into a ball of blood mist.
In the blood mist, the shadow of the four-winged angel slowly emerged. He was still just a phantom, and the young woman's blood mist could not touch him at all. The two pairs of slowly fluttering light wings are elegant and elegant. Each feather composed of pale golden shimmer is as soft as water waves, rippling in the air.
The four wings of the angel flapped slightly, and the strong holy aura immediately steamed up the blood all around.
He looked around and flew into the body of a young man.
Screams came and went.
"Lord MGM comes for the sixth time. Lord Macbeth comes for the ninth time..." Augustus counted silently in his heart.
Advent is finally over.
After sixteen attempts, MGM finally landed in the body of a man. The body looked tall, handsome, strong, and almost flawless. MGM stretched out his index finger and ignited a little sacred flame on his fingertip. He immediately wrote the laws of heaven in the air. The beautiful and mysterious words were condensed in the air for a long time, and there was a majestic and deep voice, Constantly repeating the contents of the laws of heaven.
It didn't take long for a piece of Heavenly Law to be written, and it seemed like MGM was very satisfied with his new body.
Moments later, Macbeth also completes his descent. This is the twenty-fifth body he has tried out. From the appearance, this is a handsome man with a little bit of murderous intent. As a custom after his arrival, he also wanted to try out the power that his new body could contain and exert.
Macbeth pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, and with a clear shout, a huge pillar of holy light instantly penetrated the endless void above and below the hall!
In the pillar of light, the faces of the gods emerged!
Augustus nodded secretly. The lowest level descending angels only have one chance to try to descend. If they fail, they will be lucky enough to have to return to heaven, return to their most original state, and wait for the recovery of their power. Those who are unfortunate will return to nothingness along with the destruction of their bodies.
MGM and Macbeth actually appeared dozens of times in succession as if nothing had happened. It seemed that if they failed, they could continue to try.
"It's just a pity for these bodies..." Augustus sighed secretly.
These dozens of bodies are enough to easily contain the power of the Archangel. Each one is extremely difficult to find and can be said to be extremely precious. The Church of Light can actually gather so many bodies at once. Its potential power is so huge that it can be said that there is no other church in the continent that can compare with it.
It's just that the power of MGM and Macbeth is still too huge for these bodies, so that one after another the bodies cannot bear it and explode into blood mist.
The hall was still spotless. Can't smell any blood. The blood mist of the forty bodies was directly urged by the sacred power of the two high-ranking angels.
The gates of heaven were still not closed, and the Pope and Augustus were still waiting. Even MGM and Macbeth looked up to the sky and waited silently.
A little light lit up at the gate of heaven, and it streaked through the void like a shooting star, disappearing on the altar in the center.
The next moment, Achilles had stepped down from the altar.
He, indeed it was he, had stepped down from the altar.
He is of medium height, and all the proportions and lines of his body can only be described as perfect. And the face is of indescribable ice and beauty! Coupled with his graceful bald head, the whole person exudes a hysterical charm.
If he hadn't been perfect at this moment, Achilles would have been a stunning beauty!
Achilles slowly opened his eyes, which were a pair of bright red eyes, and the pupils were a pair of golden wings.
He put his hands in front of his eyes and watched silently. This is a delicate hand that can make any woman envious.
His fingers spread out like orchids, and there was a clear crack in the palm of his hand. The small space above the delicate hand has been twisted, torn, and collapsed under the power of Achilles! Achilles smiled faintly, raised his hand, and held this crazy space crack in his hand.
Without even looking at MGM and Macbeth, Achilles walked straight to the Pope and asked in his unique, almost gentle voice:
"Where is Audreyh?"
"The power of the Angel of Light is not something that a mortal like me can measure. Although Lady Odeleh has come to this world, I have no sense of her at all. I have to say that if I want to find her, I'm afraid the only way to find her is Only you can do it." Such a long paragraph seemed to have exhausted all the Pope's energy. He was breathless and began to cough.
Achilles' bright red eyes observed the Pope carefully for a while, and he sighed softly.
A cloud of gas surged out of the sky.
The cloud energy quickly condensed on Achilles and turned into a pure black robe, covering his body. The style of the robe is exactly the same as that worn by the Pope. But the old-fashioned robe covering him only added to his enchanting charm.
Just looking at his bald head, face, hands and bare feet, he is completely a stunning beauty composed of ice and coldness.
MGM and Macbeth have just arrived and have not yet experienced the human body, so they have no feelings. And in the bottom of Augustus's heart, a wave of warmth quietly surged.
Achilles' bright red eyes suddenly fell on the Blood Angel. Under the bright red eyes, Augustus immediately lowered his head humbly.
Achilles no longer paid attention to the Blood Angel, and his eyes fell on the Pope again, without moving.
Time has stopped in the hall.
I don't know how long it took, maybe only a few minutes, maybe a few hours.
Achilles finally said: "Okay, I'll go find Odelech myself."
He slowly rose into the sky. MGM and Macbeth followed suit.
Achilles frowned and said coldly: "Did I tell you to follow me?"
MGM and Macbeth were stunned on the spot. Macbeth's face immediately sank. Lord Chileus, Lord Furianmere gave up his position to assist you in hunting down Audreyh. If the plane doesn't follow you, how can it help you? "
Achilles suddenly smiled charmingly. Help? Do you want to assist me? Haha, in this world, Lord Furianmir cannot restrain me at all. If you want to assist me, then find your own way to find Audreyh. If you have to follow me, that's fine, but I can't guarantee your safety. I might make a mistake occasionally during the battle. However, for the sake of Lord Furianmere's glory, I might as well remind the two adults a little more. That is, if you meet Odaireh, you must run away quickly. She is not as generous and kind as me! "
Neither MGM nor Macbeth nor Augustus expected Achilles to say such words as soon as he arrived.
Only the Pope was still coughing. It seemed like the only big thing for him right now was recovering from his coughing fit.
Macbeth and MGM looked at each other and suppressed their anger: "In this world, I think we can still protect ourselves. Lord Achilles, let us follow you! Otherwise, if something happens, If anything goes wrong in this pursuit, I think Lady Tiratmis will not be able to explain herself in front of the Supreme God."
There was a sneer on Achilles' lips. There is a battle between angels. Do you also want to intervene? Well, if you can keep up, then follow me! "
He stretched out his hand in front of him and grabbed it. Under those ten orchid fingers, a crack was torn open in the space!
Achilles stepped into the space rift without looking back.
Long after his figure disappears, the spatial rift remains. But seeing the changing light and shadow in the cracks, both MGM and Macbeth hesitated.
In the end, they still did not dare to step into the space crack left by Achilles.
The Pope finally suppressed his cough. He looked at MGM and Macbeth and seemed to sigh. My lords, please follow me. Let’s get familiar with this world first. "
Under the northern sky, a group of people is moving forward on the wasteland.
This is a strange force. Behind the thousand warriors were five huge steel magic statues. Their shining cyan surfaces are engraved with the emblem of the Babylonian Golem Legion, and at the rear of the Golem Legion is an exquisite and gorgeous carriage.
The team suddenly stopped, and a messenger rushed to the side of the carriage, breathing heavily: "Report! A dragon corpse is found in front of you! Judging from the corpse, it is an adult silver dragon, and its body is covered with scars. , it looked like it had a very fierce fight before it died."
A charming and slightly murderous voice sounded from the carriage: A silver dragon with a dead head? Take me to see it! "
Under the leadership of the messenger, the carriage immediately galloped forward with billowing smoke.
The dragon corpse gradually appeared in the distance. The carriage didn't seem to care about the dangers around it and drove directly to the dragon corpse before stopping.
The car door opened, revealing a beautiful lady in gorgeous clothes. She looked to be around twenty-five or six, beautiful and charming, but there was a hint of arrogance and determination in her eyebrows.
She didn't wear a long skirt, but a hunting suit that made it easier to move around. She lifted her boots slightly and her figure disappeared immediately. A moment later, she appeared again where she had just stood, as if she had never moved. In this short period of time, she had already circled the silver dragon's body several times.
The warriors standing behind the noble lady were all extremely respectful, and seemed to be already familiar with her power.
"That's right, this is a silver dragon, and it's a high-ranking silver dragon. Its power must have been strong when it was alive." The lady said while looking at the corpse in front of her.
Behind her, a middle-aged, slightly fat scribe was writing furiously, trying to record every word of her words verbatim.
"It has been dead for a while and has a lot of injuries on its body. The wounds on its back fully illustrate how powerful its enemy is. It is unclear what kind of creature can inflict such wounds on it. But it is obvious that its The enemies took away many important things from it, and the huge gap on the dragon's head already illustrates this. This wound... This wound must be to take out the dragon crystal! From the look of it, it was obvious that it was still struggling to think before it died. It wants to fly back to Dragon City, which means that there is likely to be a Silver Dragon Dragon City in the direction it is facing. Of course, there are many things worth using on this dragon's body, and it is worth our stay here. In a week, when we arrive at Dragon City, my guards may be able to wear dragon leather armor."
The secretary's pen was as sharp as a dragon's and snake's, and I remember he was sweating profusely. After finally waiting for the noble lady to finish speaking, he found an opportunity to speak: "Your noble and beautiful Royal Highness Lentini. As the name suggests, there must be more than one silver dragon in Dragon City. Of course! Your unparalleled sword skills are the best in the world, and The empire's invincible golem army, I think we can kill at least two adult silver dragons! But... what if more than three silver dragons come? How can the golem and our warriors outrun those flying in the sky? Where is the dragon? In order to ensure the success of revenge against the Silver Dragon, you see... after we detect the location of Dragon City, we set up an ambush farther away from Dragon City and wait?"
This noble lady is one of the three great sword masters, Fenglan Sword Master Lentini. When the current emperor of the Babylonian Empire was just an ordinary prince, he met Lentini's mother, and after a few nights of romance, they had Lentini. But the romantic prince forgot all about it in the blink of an eye. Lentini's mother was so sad that she came to the small mountain village on the border alone, gave birth to Lentini, and lived here for ten years. . For some reason, after the prince ascended to the throne, he suddenly missed his former lover. After many searches, he finally found the mother and daughter living alone on the border.
So half-inviting and half-grabbing, the emperor just brought the mother and daughter back to the palace, writing a fairly happy ending to this relationship.
After hearing the clerk's advice, Lentini snorted disapprovingly! According to the original plan, an ambush was set up a hundred kilometers away from Silver Dragon City! "
"But!" The secretary also tried to argue: "What if more than three silver dragons come..."
"Even if ten silver dragons come, I can still escape!"
The secretary's fat face began to sweat: "But... what about the golems and soldiers? You brought half of the golems in the entire empire!"
Lentini suddenly smiled and said calmly: "Then you just fight to the death! Anyway, sacrificing your life for the Babylonian imperial family is your highest honor. As for the golem, if it is destroyed, rebuild it. If you don't have money, just sell it to neighboring countries. If we start a war, what are we afraid of?”
The clerk was sweating coldly. He had followed this eccentric and powerful princess and swordsman for several years. He was familiar with her temper and knew that once she started to smile, it would be a sign of murder. He did not dare to say anything at the moment. , I just wrote down the conversation one by one.
This was the first time that he was recorded in his notes as a debater. The clerk hopes this is the only time.
Just as Lentini was about to step onto the carriage, her whole body suddenly stiffened and stood there, as if she had been petrified by Medusa.
The secretary hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Noble and invincible Your Highness Lentini, what's wrong with you? Is the wind and sand here too strong, affecting your too beautiful skin?"
Lentini quickly recovered. She ignored the clerk behind her, got into the carriage, and immediately closed the door tightly. Therefore, the clerk did not see her pale face and thin lines of cold sweat on her forehead.
Richelieu, the imperial capital.
Rogge, who was wearing a broad robe, was standing in front of the long table, looking carefully at a painting at the other end of the long table. Androni was still sitting behind him as before, her long legs restlessly crossed on the table.
The brushwork of this painting is exquisite, the characters are vivid, and the painter's skill is not shallow. The painting shows a ferocious man with a lame right leg bullying a weak mother and daughter from a poor family. The fierce expression on the big man's face was in sharp contrast to the helplessness of the mother and daughter.
"This painting is very good! You have done a good job in this matter. Now go and give this painting to Mr. Pompey and let him consider how to send it to the emperor." Rogge ordered.
There were several warriors standing at the other end of the long table. They carefully put the paintings away, bowed and then left.
"This painting was painted by Frederick's nephew? You insist that this painting alludes to the emperor's disability. That's a bit too far-fetched! Even I can see such an obvious frame-up plan, and Feuerbach will see it. Not coming out? I don't believe it." Androni asked disapprovingly.
Rogge smiled and you didn’t understand. Indeed, anyone with any sense knew that we were setting up Frederick's nephew. But think about it, the entire empire knows that the emperor's right leg is lame, and the person in this painting is somewhat similar to the emperor when he was young. The fact that Frederick's nephew dared to paint such a painting, for whatever reason, shows that he did not take his taboo against the emperor very seriously. After looking at this painting, I think no matter how generous the emperor is, he still feels a little unhappy in his heart, right? If you think about it further, since his nephew is such a person, Frederick himself must not be very respectful to the emperor. What's more, if the emperor once agreed to remove or dispose of Frederick, this disrespectful painting would be a good excuse! "
Androni sighed: "Frederick's nephew is really naive. After being acted out by your men and provoked, he actually dared to paint such a picture."
Rogge laughed and said, young people are always impulsive! "
He didn't laugh a few times before his laughter stopped abruptly!
For a moment, Rogge seemed to be completely stunned, standing frozen in place, even turning a blind eye to a sharp thorn piercing his throat.
Androni didn't expect that Rogge would suddenly freeze up. She was caught off guard and could only throw Rogge to the ground, and stabbed the suddenly alienated tabletop with a backhand sword.
"Damn Fatty, are you stupid?" Androni shouted anxiously and angrily: "You don't even dodge such a simple attack, do you really want to die?"
Rogge's face was ashen and his body was cold.
Androni was about to get up, but suddenly she was stunned, her body stiffened, and she fell back into the fat man's arms.
A piece of carpet suddenly jumped up and turned into an extremely ferocious monster while in the air. It has only a disproportionately large head and two thick and powerful hind legs. This little monster is no more than a foot tall. But when the big mouth full of sharp teeth opened with all its might, the whole head seemed to split in half!
Fortunately, Rogge had regained his mobility at this time, and he inserted his right hand directly into the monster's mouth. No matter what he grabbed, he just shook it hard!
The monster howled and turned into a puddle of ooze. At this time, Androni had not yet recovered and was still leaning stiffly on the fat man.
Looking at her stunning face so close, Rogge suddenly smiled, a very evil smile. Then, he sealed Androni's slightly open, soft lips.
Androni's charming eyes suddenly opened wide, but she couldn't move for a moment...
Finally, a blue shadow flashed. Androni hid in the corner of the room like a frightened rabbit. She blushed and her chest heaved violently.
The fat man looked at Androni and suddenly smiled: "Annie, I didn't see any adverse reactions from you just now!"
Androni was startled, then recalled the scene that had just happened, and her face immediately began to turn pale. She said angrily: "Damn fat man, I saved you with good intentions, but you actually took the opportunity to take advantage of me! Do you want me to leave you alone?"
"Annie, you've really started to change." Rogge smiled.
Androni lowered her face and stared at him without saying a word.
Seeing that Androni was on the verge of violence, the fat man immediately changed the subject knowingly: "By the way, you felt it just now, right?"
Androni's attention was indeed drawn away, and she said with lingering fear: "Of course, who is it? He is too powerful. This kind of power, really... I don't know how to describe it. With such a powerful divine power, it seems , he should have descended from heaven."
After a pause, Androni said softly: "Damn fat man, you have to be careful."
"It doesn't matter." Rogge smiled nonchalantly. He definitely wasn't talking about an insignificant person like me. But if you meet them in the future, you might as well play with them. "
In the north of Moonlight Dragon City, a dangerous peak stands. This was originally the home of the Snowfield Gryphon. But these extremely ferocious monsters are now fleeing in all directions, trying desperately to escape from their homes, lest they fly slower.
Because their home has been occupied by people, they would never dare to challenge it at that time.
"With such a big dragon crystal, it seems that Nicholas must have been very angry before he died!" said Seraphi, floating in the sky.
"Only angry souls have power." *** replied coldly.
Opposite Seraphi, a man in gray robe was grasping a huge dragon crystal nearly half a meter long. Her silver eyes complemented the faint silver light shining in the dragon crystal. This piece of dragon crystal was so huge that it seemed impossible for her delicate little hands to grasp it.
The silver light in ***'s eyes was flowing, and he was observing Long Jing in a trance.
"Anyway, it will take a few days for Gregory to come out. You have enough time to study its little power, and it will take so long for it to absorb it! I really don't know when this piece of trash will be able to really help us. "Selafi said. Her words seemed to refer to the bone dragon, but she seemed to mean something else.
On the mountain peak below them, there is a giant milky white cocoon. The giant cocoon squirms very slowly, and it will emit a sacred breath from time to time. The sacred dragon Grigori lurked in the cocoon. It absorbed too much power from the silver dragon and had to enter a deep sleep.
*** was concentrating on transforming the dragon crystal, while Seraphi didn't know what she was thinking about.
But *** didn't put all his thoughts on dragon crystal. She suddenly said: "You look ugly now."
Seraphi was furious and shouted: "***! You want to fight again, don't you? My strength has been fully restored now, if I still can't defeat you
She was furious. The wave-like gold gradually stretched straight, and as its strength increased, it regained its majestic and beautiful appearance as an angel of light.
"You still look good now." *** said in a cold and emotionless voice.
Wella felt happy for a moment, but she didn't expect *** to add:
"After all, you look a lot like me."
Wella was extremely angry, her gold began to fly, the surrounding space twisted crazily, and faint space cracks appeared!
But *** just focused on transforming the dragon crystal and turned a blind eye to the furious Wella.
Wella couldn't really cut through the attacker who didn't dodge with just one sword. But she had no way to vent her anger. She looked around and could not find any target for her anger except the huge cocoon on the mountain.
Suddenly, Wella's still-increasing power suddenly dropped sharply. In the blink of an eye, the power that was just enough to tear apart the space was completely restrained.
*** raised his head, looked at the southern sky with his silver eyes, and asked lightly: "Who is coming?"
Wei Na frowned and sighed softly: "This feeling... It should be Achilles! I didn't expect that Heaven would react so quickly this time and actually send him down, ugh..."
"What is he doing, demonstrating? Does he want to challenge all the strong men in the world?"
Wella sighed. He just wanted me to know that he was already here. "
"he is great?"
Wei Na was silent for a while and then said: "Of course he is powerful, but I am not necessarily worse than him. But now..."
*** stared at Wella and said coldly: "Now that the origin of God is divided into two, your power is no longer as good as his. Is this what you want to say?"
Wella was startled, then gritted her teeth and said: "***, what are you talking about? It's getting more and more annoying! It seems that I really should give you a good beating!"
***Did you snort? "
Before Wella could do anything, *** had already handed over a spear flowing with light silver. She still said coldly: "With it, it's almost the same."
This spear is made purely from the dragon crystal of Silver Miracle Nicholas. It goes without saying how powerful it is. As a light angel who is accustomed to using the prison thunder gun, the cross sword is not very suitable for Wella. Of course, for light angels who are born for fighting, it doesn't matter whether they have weapons or not. But if the opponent is also an angel of light, then these small differences are likely to determine the outcome of a battle.
Wella took the dragon crystal spear in a daze, and she could hear the never-ending roar of Nicholas in the spear.
Improving the power of equipment by sealing the souls of victims is a very evil and overbearing method, but it is also a very direct and effective method. It's just that the stronger the soul, the more difficult it is to make equipment. Being able to make a war gun out of Nicholas's soul and dragon crystal, there are really not many people in the world who can achieve this kind of power of creation, except for ***.
*** seemed a little tired. She drifted past Wella. The moment she passed by, she suddenly stopped.
"Are you sure?"
"Not at all." Weina stroked the dragon crystal war gun and smiled slightly.
She sighed faintly, and then said: "***, you know, I suddenly understand the mood of those rebellious people in the Abandoned Land. Even if we defeat Achilles, what will happen? We... won't There is a result. There is absolutely no way that the heaven will let me go. If Achilles is defeated, other angels will come. It is not impossible that the Lord God will even personally intervene in the situation of this plane."
*** said calmly: "Remember when you just woke up? At that time, I couldn't see the hope ahead at all. But what about now? Weren't you beaten by me in the same way?"
Wei Na was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled brightly and promised me not to think too far ahead. Achilles was far from perfect. When he was in heaven, he was always overshadowed by my brilliance. This time I want him to know that even in the outer plane space battle that he is good at, he can't beat me! "
*** hummed, and then said: "Speaking of it, you just took a useless godhead, and they just kept going like this. Heaven is a bit too stingy."
Wella laughed and said: "A godhead and corresponding domain abilities! No matter how useless they are, no one can be generous with these things!"
There was an almost invisible smile at the corner of ***'s mouth. She suddenly shook Wella's hand very lightly and said softly: "Don't worry. As long as he is as stupid as when you first woke up, We will have many opportunities.”
After that, the *** floated away into the distance, and the figure with black and silver eyes disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only Weina was left alone.
She stared blankly at the southern sky, as if a pair of bright red eyes were looking at her in the burning clouds.
She suddenly smiled far away to the south and said: "Achilles... When you were in heaven, you couldn't compare with me. Now in this world, you lose too!" (Quanben Novel Network www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)