(Chapter 89: Angels Have Always Been Tools of Killing...... ）

Lopsenor was stunned, and when he looked down, he saw a cross dagger in his chest stabbing him in the heart, and blood slowly flowed down the blade. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Plug...... Ville? Lopsano seemed to be a little puzzled as to how Sewell, who had only one hand, had stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

Sewell smiled sarcastically, gently flicked Loseno's hand, took a step back, his wings flicked slightly, and a vague figure appeared between him and Lopseno, swaying like a wave of water.

"Out of body!" Qing exclaimed.

"And the water-like thing in the middle is the soul?" Han Leng asked.

Qing nodded.

Han Leng glanced sideways at the souls of the residents of the surrounding towns, and his puzzlement was overflowing. Qing also saw Han Leng's doubts, and patiently explained to him, "The souls of these people in the town, because they have lost their bodies, only need to control one consciousness to survive, so they are a complete existence. But Sewell is now a soul that controls two consciousnesses at the same time, the consciousness of the body and the consciousness of the movement of the soul, so he cannot fully appear in reality. If he exists in its entirety, there are only two scenarios, either the body is dead or he is in a deep coma. ”

Han Leng nodded in understanding, remembering what Sewell had said before, the incomplete 'angel', looking at Lopseno's puzzled expression now, thinking about it, his flaws should be in the soul.

"Don't understand?" The transparent figure slowly pulled out the cross dagger, Sevier smiled lightly, and the transparent figure immediately returned to his body, and the cross knife also returned to Sewell's hand.

"Do you remember this?" Ignoring Lopseno's doubts, Sewell toyed with the cross knife in his hand. The blade of the knife is more than 20 centimeters, and there are many small black dots densely packed on it, which looks like it is crawling with black insects.

"Maybe you'll remember, Father Lopseno." After speaking, Sewell's hand shook slightly, and the cross knife slowly unfolded, and it turned out to be a thin sheet the size of A4 paper, still densely covered with black dots.

"That's the paper cross that the priest left for Sewell!" Qing immediately recognized what was in Sewell's hand, but unexpectedly, the paper cross was actually made into a cross dagger by Sewell.

A cross with a journal paper folded by a priest who was given the power of purification by a living priest.

"Oh, I forgot, I'm sorry, dear priest. Your soul has been eaten by me. Sewell was a little bitter, but his tone was still mocking, "I called you Lopseno just because you were his grudge, you don't think I really recognize you as Father Lopseno." ”

"A puppet without a soul, only relying on the grudge he left behind, relying on devouring other people's souls, has evolved until now, you can't even recover your appearance before death, your strength is so weak, and you still want to join forces with me, heh!"

Sewell looked up, his eyes full of naked, naked, naked contempt, "I really don't know what you're up to!" If you want to devour my soul, win me first! ”

"Ahh

The people of the Holy See also slowly stood up, looked up and looked straight ahead, their eyes blood-red.

"Oh no, they're all controlled by that 'Black Angel' named Lopseno!" Qing let out a low cry and quickly put on a defensive posture, and the small iron beads appeared around him, constantly spinning.

Han Leng also got up from the ground and stared coldly at the people of the Holy See a few times, if Lin Haotian was still awake, he would definitely be able to read a feeling of contempt from Han Leng's cold eyes, because of this kind of look, Emperor Han took it to see him the most.

"O stupid man, I command you on behalf of the omnipotent God, kill him!" Told by Sewell's words, Lopseno felt like a monkey being played, a darkness suppressed in his heart, suddenly bursting out, black feathers like ink painted, black shiny, black pure. The black Bible with the reverse cross was suddenly raised and hung in the air, like the moon in the night, pouring black spells on the people and souls of the earth.

"Roar—"

The souls of the townspeople were scarlet, and they attacked Sewell flying in mid-air at an extremely fast speed, and the stones on the ground and the petite souls were all weapons in their hands, densely attacking Sewell.

Sewell just glanced at it coldly, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes very quickly, and soon turned cold. Turning sideways slightly, the white wings waved vigorously a few times, and a visible storm immediately hit the people underground.

In the storm, the sharp-eyed Han Leng also saw a glimmer of light flashing, "There is a hidden weapon in the wind, be careful!" ”

With a big stride, he stepped to the unconscious Lin Haotian, and an enchantment appeared around him and Lin Haotian between his hands. I only heard a few 'bang' sounds, and a few white feathers slowly fell to the ground.

Feather?

Looking up, Sevier was missing a feather on his wings.

The moment Qing spoke in Han Leng, he immediately increased the speed and density of the small iron beads, and soon a visible air vortex appeared around him. As soon as the feathers mixed with the wind approached the edge of the whirlpool, they were instantly cut into several pieces by the small iron beads in the whirlpool and floated down.

The people of the Holy See, who had just made a slight move, were about to pierce their hearts with their feathers, and a silver light instantly shot out from their chests, forming an all-round enchantment to protect them.

The rest of the people were not so lucky, and the wails came and went, some of them were hideous monsters, and some of the residents of Wilson Town who had been purified by Han Leng. White feathers pierced them, and finally the feathers were diagonally stuck in the ground for three points. The townsfolk who had been shot through quickly returned, looked around in confusion, and finally fixed on the face of Sevier flying in the air.

Cold, contemptuous, indifferent, without a trace of guilt and regret.

"Seville......" the red-haired Mrs. Rossi whispered his name, and Sewell looked down at him, aloftly, without any emotion.

Wrong, wrong. Sewell is dead, he's just an angel who looks like Sewell. How could angels, gods who serve God, have mercy on their sordid human beings, wrong, wrong, really wrong......

Mrs. Rossi closed her eyes slightly, and in her soul state, she was shot by Sewell's feathers and turned into a hornet's nest, and the remaining strength was not enough to support her to survive, and slowly became transparent.

Cold, the body is getting colder and colder. Rearing herself in human feeling, Mrs. Rossi laughed silently.

Mrs. Rossi's body became more and more transparent, and finally dissipated silently in Sewell's eyes, leaving no trace.

Angels have always been tools of killing...... (To be continued.) )