This is the first time that Gallo has activated the special function of the robe.
Although the surroundings were still in a mess and the situation outside was quite critical, he felt extremely calm in the 'church'.
Even the stupid hair on the top of the head didn't spin so wildly anymore, it also relaxed and fluttered gently.
The voice lingering in my ear has also changed, it is no longer the kind of frantic repetition, but has become a low sob.
That was the cry from the depths of the hearts of people who were bewitched by evil gods.
The whole city is crying...
Gallo knelt down halfway, put his hands together in front of his chest, and prayed to the goddess.
"The City of Innocence is almost over, Lord Miya, please think of a way..."
Accompanied by his low-pitched prayers and the low cries of the entire city around him, he felt some memory slowly waking up in his mind.
It was a very special magic spell.
There is no specific name, no specific knowledge, and no specific means of using the power of faith, or prayers, gestures, etc., but it is closer to an instinct, a kind of muscle memory.
It's like something he should know, but for some reason he forgot...
So he also managed to memorize it by rote, because it was something he had already memorized.
This feeling is very similar to the last time I transformed into an angel.
But there are some differences in details, it seems that they are two completely different divine arts
Gallo didn't think too much, and stood up after feeling that he had completely recalled the memory.
He first said to Lilian Luo:
"Take those two little girls back to church."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold it in the air, as if he had grasped something, and then waved it casually.
I saw a handful of shining dust spilled from his fingers and landed on Lilian Luo's huge body.
Is this like some kind of special magic or blessing
Lilian Luo's eyes widened, wanting to refute.
Dragons don't leave their mates behind.
But Jia Luo in front of him has become different from usual again, it seems that he is no longer the partner who is usually intimate with him, but some other existence...
Lilian Luo was a little worried, but she didn't dare to disobey his words, so she flapped her wings, flew up, and carefully grabbed the two little girls who had lost themselves, and flew towards the church.
After she left, Jia Luo turned around, faced You Lan, with a mysterious smile on his face, and asked:
"The city is crying, do you hear that?"
You Lan looked at Jia Luo, who had become a stranger, and didn't know how to answer...
"Will you join me to stop this?"
Gallo continued to ask, and held out a hand to her.
Although You Lan was terrified in her heart, she still nodded stubbornly and stretched out her hand.
The moment the two hands were about to touch, Gallo said softly again:
"Turn into my wings, Youlan."
You Lan's figure suddenly became transparent and shining, she floated up on the spot, and gently embraced Jia Luo.
When the figures of the two overlapped together, a bright flash of light burst out from Jia Luo's body, dispelling all the darkness and evil around him.
And the seemingly crazy monster in the distance stopped twisting instantly, turned around, and looked in this direction.
When the light on Jia Luo disappeared, he and You Lan had disappeared, leaving only a holy and noble figure in place.
It was an angel who looked a little special.
His figure is not huge, similar to that of a human being, his limbs are complete and sound, and his lower body is not missing.
He wears a one-horned battle helmet on his head, and he wears a set of beautiful silver-white armor, engraved with clusters of complex and gorgeous patterns.
His face is covered with a strange mask, on the left is a laughing face, tears streaming down his face; on the right is a mournful face, looking very sad.
Two completely different expressions, one on the left and one on the right, occupy the entire faceplate, which looks extraordinarily mysterious.
And behind him, there is a pair of more special wings, the whole body is white, no longer a feather, there is no feather on it, but more like a mixture of liquid and flame, which is constantly surging.
The wings made entirely of holy flames still hung behind him, with a bright halo in the middle.
"Why is it so small this time?"
"Although it's more complete, it doesn't seem to be as good as last time?"
Gallo, who had turned into an angel, muttered a few words in a low voice, then flapped his wings, flew high, and headed towards the huge evil god.
His speed was very fast, like a bright meteor, pulling out circles of sonic boom clouds behind him, he crossed the distance of half a city in the blink of an eye, and arrived in front of the evil god.
After seeing the enemy clearly, the evil god didn't rush to attack, but kept trembling, and let out a series of strange cries.
It sounded like he was laughing at the insignificance of the enemy.
The angel Gallo was neither sad nor happy, but silently stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his chest, grabbing a ball of light.
This ball of light quickly stretched and deformed in his hands, and finally turned into a blue long sword.
Then, he unleashed an ordinary seventh-level divine spell: the Sword of Heaven's Punishment.
I saw streams of holy flames gushing out from his body immediately, gathering on the long sword, and igniting it.
Jia Luo then threw the long sword far away at the evil god.
The flaming long sword spun in the air, hitting the huge body of the evil god.
In the next second, the long sword exploded and turned into a slender flash of light.
Immediately afterwards, a beam of bright light that looked like a wall descended from the sky, covering the body of the evil god.
The part of the evil god covered by the beam of light immediately burst into flames, followed by a series of violent explosions.
The fire that burst out from the explosion was not an ordinary orange flame, but a pure white holy flame!
The evil god's piercing laughter suddenly turned into a series of screams...
With just one blow, his terrifying body like a python was cut in two by the beam of light, collapsing and falling in all directions.
"It turns out that the eighth-level magic is performed like this."
Jia Luo shook his right hand, and the long sword that had been thrown came back into his hand.
He once again activated the original seventh-level holy flame: the funeral flower.
The light blue long sword in his hand burned again.
Jia Luo held the long sword and swung it three times at the evil god's body.
In the next second, three beams of light, which were slightly smaller, descended from the sky, cutting across the evil god's body along the trajectory he swung just now.
And in the area swept by the beam of light, one after another small white flowers were left on the body of the evil god.
Each one is a funeral flower.
Immediately afterwards, these white flowers bloomed at the same time, and they gathered together to form a wall of holy flames that covered the sky and the sun, enveloping most of the evil god's body.
Eighth-level Holy Flame: Holy Wrath.