“Lailah！”

The darkness of the night, the mystery and the erosion, belong only to the super magic of angels, and the moment Klattil utters the word in a simple voice, it naturally changes.

The fiery clouds of the afternoon turned into nothingness in an instant, the clammy wind around them continued to drill through the holes in his clothes like needletips, the sky was as clean and clear as if it had just been washed by rain, and through the mirror-like night sky, he could even see the looming disc spreading clear light to the earth, yes, in this cold moonlight, Yato could feel his body gradually becoming cold, and his mind seemed to be stuck in solid ice......

Thinking slowed, his body stiffened, and the god's body was gradually enveloped in ice like a tree in the snow, and he could not move anything but his fingers.

Seventy percent of the earth's surface area is water source, and water is also the cradle of life, based on this magical meaning, the power of the Angel of Water is also extremely strong in the entire form of magic, so even if Klatil guides a small amount of 'water power' to use the 'night' to erode Yato's body, this is a near-fatal threat to him!

Yes, that's the power of the angelic spell – Lilith.

Yato noticed that the angel girl with a spear and spear was slowly walking towards her with a gentle smile, and she waved her weapon in her hand, as if to completely shatter herself in the next moment when she was frozen in ice.

"I know that you gods will be reborn after death, and I hope that your 'next life' will have a little eyesight, and stop asking for trouble with that guy from the 'Fire on the Right'. Klatille grabbed the blue spear that her hair had turned into with her backhand, and the crystalline angelic power in her body continued to cascade into the spear's body, and she aimed the tip of the spear at the center of the eyebrows of the man in the black kimono in front of her, and she was about to stab it at any moment.

How could such a luxury be possible?

Yatoku, who could barely use a little thinking ability, smiled bitterly in his heart.

If it's other gods who have shrines, it's okay to say that even if they die, they will be reborn sooner or later in people's wishes, but they are not the kind of gods who bring good wishes to mankind, and humans can't give up their hatred, but who would really create a shrine for a 'vengeful martial god' to belong to him, and Yato without a shrine can't get faith, and if he dies, he really dies.

I can only hope that the plan of the fire on the right and the strength of the crimson sound will not go wrong!

This feeling of trusting one's life to the kindness of others is terrible.

Hmmm-

Almost subconsciously, the girl angel in overalls took a step back, dodging the sudden attack of the sword light, which took on a crimson color, like an invisible wall, separating Klattil and Yasto in two separate 'zones'.

Yato was ready to die for his choice, but the red sword he held in his hand suddenly slashed out with a red sword light without an envoy, and the red sword called 'Scarlet Tone' pierced into his thigh in Yato's slow thoughts, and the sharp pain instantly dispelled Mr. Spirit, who was frozen in his mind because of the 'Angelic Technique'.

At this time, because Klatir was already close to his three meters range, Yato's face suddenly turned from panic to indifferent again, he stretched out his sleeve with his free right hand, and quickly drew a deformed Chinese character similar to 'solution' in the air, and in an instant, the white strips of cloth that sprang out of the void wrapped around the limbs of the girl angel in front of him, and the white strips of cloth crawled along Klatier's limbs like a python, and wrapped them tightly, even deep into her musculoskeletal......

"Well done, Xueyin. ”

Yatoshi God, who had avoided death, breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were slightly complicated and he looked at the angel whose entire body had been entangled, and only from the blue light that faintly diffused from the gap in the cloth strip could he see that the humanoid thing that was tied into a rice dumpling was an angel.

"We've got thirty seconds, Scarlet, it's up to you. ”

The two swords in the hands of the Night Fight God turned into human forms and stood in the same triangular position, different from Xueyin who was wearing a casual shirt, and the kimono girl who seemed to be full of strange art patterns didn't make much noise, she just nodded slightly, and then vigorously flew up into the sky like a large number of rune paper like wedding colored paper.

Countless illusory colored ropes unfold around the cloth that binds Klatir, and forty-nine ropes connect the runes flying in the air into a complete 'line', and these lines structure the distance of 3,333 around the entire ground into a huge 'Kagura Stage'.

In the girl's graceful and slightly weird dance, the air around her seals everyone's qi like grease, making people feel confused and irritable, and in this unbearable irritability, some unreal and unclear beings stretch out jellyfish-like tentacles, and dance around Scarlet's body.

The girl grasped the illusory tentacle and let him weave through her body, enduring the greasy 'feeling' that led him to place the other half of the tentacles on the angel whose body was controlled by the cloth, and almost at the moment of contact, Crimson's body stiffened, and the 'otherworldly knowledge' from the mind of the transcendent mage almost exploded her skull...... Countless questions about magic, rules, martial arts, and even a white-haired man sitting upright on the peak of the Void Mountain were also known to her.

Of course, when he saw the white-haired man, he turned his gaze to her as if he had noticed the infiltration of Scarlet, and the moment his eyes converged, even with the help of him who communicated through Kagura Mai, Scarlet still wanted to be smashed into consciousness by countless battering rams, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes were dark.

However, she still saw his real name in the link of this thought, and Scarlet controlled her drowsy mind, and directly took out a knife and stabbed her thigh in a self-mutilating way, and said the name containing more than 8,000 phrases in a robot-like tone......

The real name that belongs to the angel Klatir.

—Allen, Rahan, Cecilia, Adolf, Albert, Alexander, Andrew, Ash...... Messiah, Kratir.

It's a terrible thing for the god of fighting to be known by other magicians, and although Yato doesn't know how to use the puppet magic, the fire on the right does, and Yato pulls out a somewhat crumpled black parchment scroll from his kimono, shakes it off with all his might, infuses it with magic and begins to chant the name that is long enough to be shaken off the spit.

Dark sorcery, puppet magic, essential deprivation.

1/3 of the goal is achieved.