Naked crushing.

The angel thought that he had the power to fight back, but it was all imagination. The battle, without the protection of the gods, became more and more terrifying, and he began to retreat, began to fear, and wanted to escape.

"This is the battle, and you don't even deserve to be called a warrior. ”

Abaylou took the angel with a blue nose and swollen face and slammed it to the ground, "I was afraid of an enemy of this level before, it's stupid." ”

The spear had long since been broken by Abaylou and stuck in the angel's wings.

"That's enough, I'm not fighting, please spare me. The angel cried, and his wings were dyed more black.

Holy Strike's face became embarrassed, like eating a worm out of a meal.

The reinforcements we summoned at the expense of ourselves turned out to be so spineless, so what was our sacrifice for? Thinking of the tragic death of his friend who was training with him, the teeth of the Holy Strike gurgled and clucked. This pain alone made him begin to surrender, and death was nothing.

"Well, since you want to finish. Abaylou let go of his grip on the angel's wings and looked at the Holy Strike: "I'm going to move on to the next step, will you curse me?"

If it had been a minute ago, the Holy Strike would have cursed Abay Lou, but now, at the thought of his countryman's face, the hatred of death shifted to the Angel of Life, and he couldn't open his mouth.

Abaylou was an enemy, and it was only natural to kill them.

The angels of life were companions, but their sacrifices were meaningless.

The holy blow turned his face away and pretended to faint.

"I'm sorry, your servant seems to be watching you die. Abaylou put Eve around the angel's neck and dragged him forward, "If he had stopped him, I would have spared you." ”

"Damn, why are you silent, talking, stop him!" said the Angel angrily, casting an angry glance at the Holy Strike who had pretended to faint and closed his eyes.

The more cowardly he became, the more disappointed he became. Dead or not, he thought.

"Tower Elf, turn on the projection of the Floating City. ”

"IMHO, while still fighting, opening the image slate rashly could cause damage. ”

"It's okay, turn it on and aim at me. Abay Lou said firmly.

The tower elf obeyed Abaylou's command to turn on the projection, two huge stone slabs stretched out from the floating city, the Holy See's attack smashed on the shield of the stone slab, the sudden stone slab made the people of the Holy See think that this was some kind of attack magic, Hugo's endless tricks frightened them.

An angel with a blue nose and a swollen face appeared in the slate, and Abay Lou whispered like a demon, "Remember what I said?"

"Spare my ......"

"Haha Abaylou laughed wildly, and with the cowardly angel in his hand, he said, "Look at your angels who have shed blood and tears to protect." ”

Murder and heart, Abaylou is very good at it.

This act alone made the people of the Holy See very demoralized, and the angel who was the center of morale before entering the army was like a dead dog begging for mercy. It's too shocking.

"Angel blood can really be made into potions, I'm not lying. Abaylou put the sickle on the angel's neck, cutting the artery of the angel, the angel covered his neck, staring at Abaylou in pain, Abaylou took out a bottle without wavering, "The witch's book says that angels have a drop of golden divinity, and that drop of divine power brings people back to life, is it true?" ”

"Stop. "The Angel of Destiny knew that he was not far from death, and Destiny Menga never answered his prayers, only the boundless cold haunted him. His resistance gradually weakened, and even if he was an angel, he would die if he ran out of blood.

When this angel died, the battle was a victory for Abaylous.

"Turn off the screen, something important. Abaylou said that he had received the legendary "divinity".

The image came to an abrupt end. But the momentum of the Holy See was extremely low, and there was a feeble roar from the rear of the ghound disturbance.

"It's time to retreat, Lord Zazaqiqi, we have mass casualties. The goblin lieutenants said.

"The boys are gone!" Zazaqi wiped a cold sweat, if Abaylou hadn't killed the angel, he didn't know whether he should continue the agreement, but fortunately everything was under Abaylou's control.

As with the raid on Versailles, burrow back into the hole, blow up the hole, start the train and fly away, leaving the people on the ground staring, they don't have the energy to chase the goblin monster troops, because Hugo's magicians are pressing down. The angel's death refreshed the magicians and decided to make a final comeback.

As for Abaylou, there was a bizarre scene.

"Holy strike, look at it, this is the true face of the god you believe in, and you are only animals in their eyes. ”

The angel melted away, like a doll's costume being removed, revealing the comatose precepts within.

The clouds were removed, and a beam of light shone on the precepts.

The soul of the precept was tugged at and screamed, and the light was clearly not so friendly.

"Do you want to take away the souls of believers whether the mission is completed or not? The majestic darkness on Abayr's body, the endless thick fog blocked the pull of the beam, and the screams of the soul that were disturbed by Abailou's precepts actually slowly stopped. Ironically, the divine light has become a life-threatening thing, and the evil darkness has saved lives.

"Why did Fatemenga do this? Holy Strike said in confusion.

"Keep watching. "The Tower Elf concealed the aura of the Holy Strike so that the gods could not notice him.

What seemed to be their own was snatched, and the beam began to grow larger and larger until all the darkness of Abaylou was dispelled.

It was as if he had heard a smug laugh.

"It's not over yet, what are you laughing at?" Abay took a step forward and stepped into the beam, blocking the screaming precepts with his body. Probably painful, right?, Holy Strike saw the muscles on Abaylou's face bulging up, and his muscles trembled unconsciously.

"That ......" Holy Strike watched in amazement as Abaylou battled the beam, and it was also the first time he had seen a miracle descend to earth with his own eyes. The beam of light did not disappear, but a hand of about ten meters grabbed Abailou, this hand was slender and beautiful, round and clear, until it landed on the top of Abailou's head, turning into a thin and withered hand, which looked like the strange hand of a witch in a fairy tale.

Abaylou held Eve up and struggled against the hand.

"I'm sorry, Menga, this girl can't give it to you. Abay Lou gritted his teeth and said.

"That's my precious food, you blasphemous! precious souls of believers!" the Fatemon Gate roared, obviously without a sound, and the Holy Strike just felt like she was yelling.

"Food?" he said curiously.

"That's right. The tower elf replied, "A godly soul of high purity will become the nourishment of the gods, and so will you, and so will the precepts." Even if he summons an angel, he is only sacrificing his soul, like pickled jerky. ”

"This can't be!" roared the Holy Striker.

"But you've seen it, haven't you?" asked the Tower Elf rhetorically, "I was once a devout believer. ”

"Annoyed and angry enough to perform a miracle?Fate Menga, can you expect my resistance, or do you expect that I have exceeded your expectations, and ordinary ways cannot interfere with me?

The miracle of Fate Menga became translucent until it disappeared. The spirit of the precepts returned to her body, and she remained unconscious.

"See, Holy Strike. ”

"See. Holy Strike nodded, his eyes changing slightly, "What will happen to me after this?"

"It is simple to speak to a wise man," said Abailou, crouching down and speaking to the precept of broken limbs, "to tell you clearly that you will die." ”

"I already knew, but...... Why show me this. ”

"A godly soul is a tonic, a rare delicacy to God, but perverted piety is poisonous. Abai Lou laughed, with malice on his face: "The fate gate that forcibly descended the miracle and the divine power is damaged, so naturally it can't wait to eat you, and you who have not yet been discovered are poison mixed with the best ingredients." ”

"It's so vicious, I didn't expect you to even count gods. ”

"Don't think of God so holy. Abailou was in a good mood, after all, few people had calculated a true god: "Now is the time for you to ask me to answer, if there is anything else you want to ask, you can continue to ask." ”

"Why do you care so much about the precepts? ”

"Because I promised someone to take care of her. ”

"Take care of her and gouge out her eyes?"

"That's to keep her from seeing the evil of the Holy See, her eyes are too sharp. ”

"Do you gouge out her eyes so that she doesn't see sin? You're a true madman. The Holy Strike coughed twice and replied weakly.

"Those who can't see the light yearn for the light, and naturally they don't care about what is in the dark. Abyrus said as a matter of course.

"I don't know who's right anymore, kill me. Holy Strike closed his eyes and said calmly, this was the last sentence of his life.

Fortunately, death is not painful.