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"How can ants defy the sky, don't say that I won't give you a chance, and use all the means!" Tiger looked indifferent and stood with his hands in his hands. He didn't care in the slightest about Regulus being rescued by Francis I and Mephitos. In his opinion, these people in front of him are just dying and struggling, and in any case, they will only end up in the end, and that is to become his "food", so he is not in a hurry.

Hearing such a naked contempt from the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger, the warriors of the "Righteous Path" camp, including Francis I and Mephitos, did not refute it in half a sentence, nor were they qualified to refute it. The Blood Demon Emperor is so powerful that everyone despairs. Xuanyuan Jinghong, one of the three powerhouses, has temporarily lost his combat power, how long can the remaining two powerhouses last? Nobody knows.

"Alas~ That's it!" Suddenly, Francis I sighed softly, glanced at the scepter in his hand with a complicated expression, and immediately, as if he had made up some kind of determination, he slowly raised the scepter of holy light, which symbolized the authority and identity of the previous popes of the Western Holy See.

"Merciful and Great Father, allow me to use your supreme power to condense into the most powerful soul of light in the world and dispel evil...... In the name of the Lord, call angels to come down ......"

As Francis I's pious prayer fell, the Holy Light Scepter held high in his hand suddenly burst out with a burst of intense and dazzling white light, and in an instant, an unprecedentedly powerful aura of light centered on Francis I spread wildly around.

In this holy white light, pieces of white and soft objects that shimmered like stars slowly fell, like countless snowflakes fluttering in the wind...... It was a sleek, gorgeous white feather with a dreamy sheen like a star. Every feather falling, in the dark brought a beautiful sound like a bell, as if floating directly into everyone's heart, in everyone's heart lake gently touched the graceful and eternal ripples, bringing people a kind of sacred majesty, justice and bravery, kindness and mercy intuitive feeling.

The holy feathers fell from the light curtain, each piece seemed to contain infinite vitality, and the warriors who were originally injured in the previous battle, including Xuanyuan Jinghong, who was seriously injured by the "Blood Demon Emperor" and lost his combat strength, have all improved greatly, although they are not all healed, but their combat power has recovered at least fifty or sixty percent.

In the next moment, a figure with three pairs of gorgeous and magnificent white wings slowly took shape in the void, an angel, a creature that existed only in fantasy and Western mythology in the eyes of ordinary people. But now, this mythical creature is actually in front of everyone's eyes.

Unlike the guiding angel in Qin Yue's summoning space, under the shroud of holy light, his (or her) face could not be seen clearly, and could only give people a beautiful outline of infinite ethereal holiness. The scattered holiness and demure aura are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the soul, and the innate nobility even makes everyone present except for the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger and the three strong men have a strong inferiority complex, as if in front of this angel full of divine atmosphere, the hearts of human beings are all terribly dirty, and they feel very humble and ridiculous.

Boom~

With the appearance of this holy angel with three pairs of wings, the scepter of holy light in the hand of Francis I exploded with a clear thud.

"Oh? Seraphim? ”

Looking at the angel standing in the void, the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression was slightly moved. Tiger is no stranger to angels. At that time, he single-handedly fought against the entire medieval martial arts world, including the Western Holy See, and the first Pope of the Western Holy See, St. Peter, was also one of the main figures who sealed him.

The so-called summoning of angels is not to communicate with the unwarranted "heaven" through some pious belief as in mythology or in people's imagination, so as to lead the angels to the lower realm, and the "divine messengers" who represent "God" in the mouths of these people are not divine messengers at all, not even living beings. It's just an energy body condensed with the power of light, with neither intelligence nor thinking, and the only thing it has is the fighting instinct.

To put it bluntly, it is actually similar to the "Blood Slave" that the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger refines with the "Blood Demon **", that is, the "Vampire", which is purely a fighter born for battle. The difference is that refining the "blood slave" requires the body of the warrior as the "raw material", and the means are extremely cruel, and the refined "blood slave" is not only disgusting and ugly, but also murderous and bloodthirsty. The summoned angels only need some special means to condense a strong enough power of light, and the summoned angels are also noble and generous, beautiful and holy, and the two can be described as two extremes: one "good" and one "evil".

"Blood slaves" are divided into different levels because of the quality of the "raw materials" and the strength of the refiner, and the angels are also different because of the strength of the light condensed by the summoner. The difference is based on the number of wings on the summoned angels. The lowest level of angels is the two-winged angel of light, and above it are the four-winged angel, the six-winged seraph, the eight-winged angel, the ten-winged archangel, and the most powerful twelve-winged angel.

Each level of angel corresponds to the corresponding martial arts realm, the gold level corresponding to the two-winged light angel is the innate heroic realm, and the four-winged wisdom angel is the corresponding fighter level...... And so on. Back then, when the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger fought with the first Pope St. Peter, St. Peter summoned the strongest holy angel with six pairs of twelve wings. However, at that time, the "Blood Demon Emperor" was at its peak, and even the strongest Holy Angel was no match for him at all, and he was easily torn to pieces by Tiger in just a few moves.

The twelve-winged holy angels are vulnerable, not to mention a small six-winged seraphim, if in the heyday of Tiger, he can kill a large group in seconds with a casual breath. But now is different from the past, the year before he was sealed, his strength had been weakened to the lowest point, and as far as the martial arts realm was concerned, now he was just a martial artist who had entered the realm of "entering the Dao". However, the Seraphim Seraphim summoned by Francis I was above the "Initiation" according to the rank, and the difference between the two was a full realm.

This is like the Innate Purple Qi Realm and the Innate Hao Qi Realm, and the difference between them is simply incalculable. Rao is the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger's original martial arts realm is unfathomable, but in the face of such a large gap in strength, he is not sure of winning easily.

Of course, a "small" Seraphim is not enough to make the dignified "Blood Demon Emperor" helpless, with the peerless strength of the ancient martial arts world in Tiger's power back then, even if he is in a weak period now, there are many means to kill a Seraphim. It's just that these methods are beyond the realm that he can currently use, and if a strong person uses them, it will definitely make his already weak body even weaker, and the recovery of his strength will be further delayed. Therefore, he will not use it lightly unless necessary.

"I didn't expect that you, an ant in the realm of "entering the Dao", could actually summon a six-winged seraphim of your strength realm, which is a bit surprising, but ......" Tiger looked at Francis I with an expressionless face, and said lightly: "Do you think that such a waste wood-like "birdman" can deal with me?" ”

"Really? Perhaps, but ......" Francis I was neither happy nor sad, and his face was like water: "How can you know if you don't try?" ”

According to common sense, with the strength of Francis I, he could only summon a four-winged wise angel at a lower level, but the combination of their three strong men is not the opponent of the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger, and the four-winged wise angel who is also in the realm of "entering the Dao" is obviously not enough.

If you want to deal with the "Blood Demon Emperor" or even defeat the "Blood Demon Emperor", you must summon a higher-level angel to be possible. And to summon a higher level of angels beyond the level, there is only one thing to rely on - the Scepter of Light!

The Scepter of Light has been the possession of the Pope of the past, and it contains a considerable amount of light power. Once provoked, it is not difficult to summon a seraphim by leaping over the level. However, once the power of light contained in the scepter is stimulated, the scepter of light will also be shattered and destroyed.

But if there is the slightest possibility, Francis I is not willing to destroy this "holy relic" that has existed for thousands of years and symbolizes the authority and glory of the popes of the past, but now, if he can't defeat the "Blood Demon Emperor", let alone the scepter of holy light, I am afraid that even the entire Western Holy See will be destroyed.

Which is more important, a scepter of light or the entire Western Holy See? Needless to say. In desperation, Francis I had no choice but to summon the Seraphim, a seraphim who had the potential to turn the tide, at the cost of the Scepter of Light.

As for whether this seemingly powerful Seraphim can defeat the "Blood Demon Emperor" Tiger as Francis I wished, only God knows, in short, do your best and obey the destiny of heaven! It was an all-or-nothing gamble and the last punch Francis I could think of.

"It seems that you have great expectations for this 'birdman', so ......" The corners of Tiger's mouth curled slightly, revealing a cold smile: "Let me completely dash your hopes!" ”

"In the name of the Father, destroy the evil in front of you!"

Francis I didn't say much, his expression was solemn, and he pointed at Tiger in the center of the main hall.

With the finger of Francis I, the Seraphim in the air suddenly changed its momentum, and the originally demure and gentle aura suddenly became fierce and solemn, and the soft and dreamy milky white holy light around him also turned into a golden holy flame that burned all things and purified the evil in an instant......