The wings of the flames were burning on the back, and a tall two-handed giant sword was also ignited by the holy flame, and there was a faint halo behind it. Such an image can be thrown on the statue.
He is more than four meters tall, but he doesn't look bloated. He has a fit body. His huge body is covered in golden armor. His solemn face is full of dignity and justice. Evil abomination.
But this is definitely not a ceremonial troop. The giant sword, the giant bow on the back, and the tower shield are not decorations. This rare creature stands at the top of the biological chain in long-range melee combat. The six-winged battle angel is a mobile battle. fortress.
As far as I know, there are no more than 100 angels in the entire world, and they are all kept by various gods as guards of honor, and they will not be sent out easily.
Does the image look familiar? Or to put it in layman's terms, the number one gold medalist below the gods - Seraph.
"His Royal Highness Roland, Lord Karoma hopes to meet you, please come with me."
The one who came to the door was not the pursuers of the devil, but the angels of the Holy Church.
The strong and deep voice resonated, it was the holy sound naturally carried by high-level angels, and the weak-willed could not refuse his natural charm.
Of course, at this time, Seraph didn't expect me to be moved by words.
Although it was an invitation, the tone of voice seemed suspicious and respectful, as if it was a matter of course for you to follow my instructions.
"You invited me this way?"
The one who came to the door was not a single blazing angel. Eleven four-winged middle-level angels floated in the sky, some holding bows and arrows, and some holding scepters, forming a vague siege.
Dragons use body size to indicate their strength, but the rank of angels is indicated by wings, lower angels with two wings, median angels with four wings, and upper angels with special wings.
The angelic legions who entered the mortal world before were all the lowest-ranked angels, and their individual strengths were also above the golden rank.
And the four-winged median angel is at least the combat power above the holy rank, and it is also possible for a demigod to surpass it.
As for the upper-ranking angels, when they were born, they had the power of transcendence. The top ones were enough to fight against the gods. They were a powerful race that could really play a role in the battle of gods.
Seraphs are also well-known for being able to fight among the higher-ranking angels, and each of the few Zhitian Divine Attendants has its own name.
"Hinot? Vinton?"
"My name is Vinton, the warhammer of my lord's right arm."
The rhythm of the speech is like a devout prayer, and the voice naturally carries a holy tone, but I can't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation from it.
The Brilliant Hammer Vinton Angora is the direct envoy of the Lord of Light.
Obviously, this is not a kind invitation. Could it be that Prince Winston and the Pope could end the civil war because they handed over the "real murderer" who killed Maria at this time.
No, in the Holy Light Holy Rank, the Hammer of Brilliant should still be above the Pope. Is this the Lord of Holy Light finally losing patience? Going to take this opportunity to get rid of me as soon as possible.
The encirclement of the angels is a little tighter. Although the distance of a few steps is meaningless to us, they are emphasizing their existence with their actions. As long as I have plans to escape, they will attack immediately.
"... oops, I'm in a hurry now next time... "
Halfway through the words, the spear of light that suddenly appeared in front of his feet explained the angel's attitude.
It seems that it is impossible to be kind, but I smiled happily instead.
This is not a forced laugh or a trick, but a joy from the bottom of my heart, and finally, I finally got this opportunity.
"You know what? What do I hate the most in this world?"
"It's not good to hate such negative feelings. As a user of the Holy Light, you should learn to control your emotions."
It's still a flat tone, but it's like a lecturer narrating the truth, which is the contempt of mortals by the emotionless angels. In their culture, emotions are superfluous.
"... I, the first thing I hate are the idiots who think they are superior to others. What I like the most is to break the bridge of their noses that are raised too high. The second thing I hate are the idiots who have no self-determination and only know blind obedience. Playing with them will make me feel I feel happy in the bottom of my heart, and the third thing I hate is all kinds of bird people. I feel itchy all over when I see them. It's really rare to see the three of you together..."
There are not many emotions in my words. The deepest hatred does not need to be shouted. It is to remember him, find opportunities, and then kill him.
On the plains of Naolan, the Angels slaughtered the true believers of the Holy Light, and Estrada's followers were crushed by the Angels, and Estrada died there.
How absurd and tragic it is that the holy knights and priests of the Holy Light who believe in the Holy Light actually died at the hands of the angelic army sent by the Lord of the Holy Light, the object of their faith.
Yes, I know that the angels are just tools of the Lord of Light, selfless killing dolls, but in this case, I will use these dolls to recover a little interest first.
Since a sword with a soul is driven by its master to kill itself, then it is not wrong to break the sword.
The field of magic power of death spreads out, the magic power of darkness spreads, and the incarnation of the original sin demon god, which has been useless for a long time, is unfolded.
The power of the Holy Light is almost beneficial to the angels, the power of the ice is limited in its lethality, and the power of the law is simply powerless for the innocent.
The skin became distorted, and the scales and magic wings were symbols of demons. The next moment, the Angel Legion, who had received the order to "kill them directly if they couldn't be caught," attacked without hesitation.
I laughed, and the shadow of death began to dance of its own.
"... despair, the Seven Evil Swords of Creation."
In my shadow, what gradually emerged were countless mourning dark shadows, which were the souls of despair collected from the magic tide.
The shadow turned into a living human figure, the whole world was opened up, and black mud-like black human figures poured out from it.
Perhaps the completion of this magic sword is the lowest, but it is definitely the most lethal, especially for various gods and celestial creatures.
If the imaginary enemies of the Holy Sword Dawn are demons and undead, then the natural enemies of the Seven Evil Swords of Creation are the gods of order and angels.
The soul has always been the subject of my death magic, but emotion is the key to unlocking the secret of the soul.
The entire sky was polluted, the white clouds turned into dark clouds, the breeze took on a stench, the fertile land was instantly dyed black and rotten, and the ordinary earth became the plane of death.
And this is just the aftermath of the concept of this magic sword being taken out.