(I just saw a book friend in the book review area saying that I didn't update today.,It's a lesbian.,Hehe,Say never keep changing.,The record that has been maintained for more than a year will never change.) As I said earlier, the company is moving, and there are a lot of things to be busy, and I squeeze time to code words almost every day, such as typing while eating. Today can only be more than 5,000 words a chapter, and it is estimated that I will be busy until after nine o'clock in the evening, and I will have time to write tomorrow when I come back. This period of time is miserable, everyone will forgive me! Finally, it is still the old saying, never keep changing, I hope you will continue to support the green shirt, support the genuine reading. )

PS: The number of words in this paragraph is not money, and the following is the official chapter content:

Dio was tempted to ask the Pope what he had seen after the Great Prophecy, which was extremely exhausting and difficult for his mind to succeed, but he gave up on the idea after all.

Today's experience is more magnificent and strange than Dio's life, the light world, miracles, angels, and even the Supreme God's spokesman in the world, Pope St. Paul's questioning of the gods, any of these things are enough to make Dio horrified.

Dio knew very well that unless the Boss of the Light God helped him, even if he preached the "blasphemous" behavior of the Pope to other cardinals or angels, others would only slander His Majesty St. Paul as he coveted the position of the Pope.

His Majesty St. Paul has mercy for nearly 10,000 years of absolute rule over the Cult of the Illuminati, but his thunderous methods are equally terrifying, coupled with the power of infinite proximity to the gods, Dio has no other thoughts in front of him.

Just like coming to the Realm of Light, after the space suddenly opened and rippled and appeared at the space gate, Dio and His Majesty Pope St. Paul returned to the church, and said goodbye to His Majesty with a complicated mentality, and Dio went directly to the Alzhan Mountains through the spatial teleportation magic array.

"Your Excellency. ”

Dio stepped out of the spatial teleportation array, a team of four-winged angels guarding in front of the magic teleportation array bowed respectfully to him, and he was in a state of turmoil and anxiety, and he completely lost his charity and politeness in the past, but he waved his hand to them a little reluctantly, and flew straight towards the tall Alzhan Mountains in front of the magic teleportation array.

Suddenly, another trace of doubt flooded over Dio's heart.

"The angel is the servant of the Most High God, but he is the messenger of God in the world, if the two-winged, four-winged, or even six-winged angels are the lowliest servants of the Supreme God, and are not enough to represent the identity of the Most High God, then what about the powerful eight-winged angel?

It's not that Dio hadn't thought about this before, but after all this today, the same thing became completely different in his eyes.

"Why did the Supreme God create the Realm of Light? Why did he create so many angels numbering in the billions or even hundreds of billions or trillions? Also, is it true that as the Pope said, our plane of light is only a drop in the bucket for the Supreme God, and whether it exists or not is not even felt by the Supreme God?"

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, as one of the most devout believers in the Most High God, Dio only felt that what he had always firmly believed in turned out to be nothing more than a beautiful bubble, and now it was ruthlessly pierced by reality, which made him a little sad.

The Alzhan Mountains are located thousands of miles north of the City of Light, this is a very special mountain range, the tall peaks extend almost infinitely to the east and west, and the most central position is a huge city surrounded by mountains on all sides, this city has a name that is very incompatible with the divine plane of light - the slave circle.

This name was still thought up by an eight-winged angel, and the Pope thought it was funny at the time, in fact, this name is quite appropriate, because the people who live or are imprisoned here are all the habitats of the Sacred Realm powerhouses summoned by the Light Plane from other low-level planes that were indirectly ruled by them, and the earliest super-level demonic beasts.

The slave circle is even bigger than the City of Light, there is no need to question this, after all, the powerhouses of the Holy Domain can live for thousands of years or even longer, and the number of powerhouses of the Holy Domain and the number of super-level demonic beasts summoned by the Bright God Cult, which has ruled nearly sixty low-level planes, can be imagined.

The word "slave" exhausts the status of the people imprisoned here, and the word "circle" aptly describes the defense of this huge city, countless four-winged angels are almost stationed in the mountains on all sides, and the permanent strength of three thousand six-winged angels and one hundred eighte-winged angels is enough to hold the slave pen without any abnormal situation.

The Sanctuary-level powerhouses are relatively easy to trap, and those super-level demonic beasts that have some wisdom but act recklessly with their beastly instincts more often are the most difficult to deal with, so there is basically no existence of super-level demonic beasts in the slave circle, and some are only directly descended by angels, and from time to time they will burst out of the existence of beastly six-winged and advanced eight-winged angels.

The angels who directly descend into the bodies of super-level demonic beasts are called "beast messengers", and only when those angels can completely exorcise the beast nature in their bodies can they truly transform into holy angels.

Compared with the violent and manic super-level demonic beasts, although these "beast envoys" will still cause some chaos from time to time, they are still easier to control after all.

As soon as he flew in along the mountain range, before the restless Dio approached the slave circle, an eight-winged angel with more than a hundred six-winged angels came up, and there were more four-winged angels on the mountain below.

"Your Excellency Bishop......"

The eight-winged angel looked very old, but he was still pale and beardless, and bowed to Dio from a distance, saying, "It is rare to see your presence in the slave pen. ”

"Lord of Osi!"

Dio took a deep breath to calm his mind, and said with a subtle smile on his face: "I came to the slave circle on the order of His Majesty, do you remember the low-level world of the Aran continent mentioned when His Majesty convened the council last time? ”

"Yes. ”

The eight-winged angel, known as the "Lord of Osi", replied respectfully, and only after Dio smiled and fell to the ground did he follow him in the direction.

The sky above the slave circle cannot fly, and the forbidden space enchantment cast by Pope St. Paul with his own power and magic array thousands of years ago is absolutely incomparable, whether you are a holy realm or a super level, whether you have wings or not, you can't rise into the air.

Of course, the scope of the forbidden space barrier is only above the big city of slave circles, and the surrounding mountains are still unaffected.

Like most other cities in the plane, there should be many slave pens elsewhere, and even more prosperous, the streets are full of people and shops, and pedestrians of all races are constantly interspersed with them, and most people's faces are full of Mu Ran, the kind of Mu Ran who is extremely insensitive to life and fate.

In the slave pen, there are not only "hosts" that are "harvested" from the lower planes for the angels to descend, but almost every street and alley is fed by white-robed Illuminati with thick Bibles, and these fly-like believers are tasked with it

"The people from the lower planes of the Aran Continent are all north of the city. ”

The eight-winged angel Ossi City Lord followed behind Chai Dio, and more than a hundred seraphims divided into two teams to sandwich them in the middle, and while opening the way, they also vigilantly looked at the masters of the holy realm of various races who were imprisoned by them.

The city lord of Ossi is not afraid that someone will hurt the cardinal, he is just afraid that some people who are desperate for fate will go crazy and bump into Lord Theo, if it is about strength, just a city lord of Ossi believes that he can empty this street, plus the words of his subordinates, remove those "beast envoys" born from super-level demonic beasts, Ossi also believes that he can empty this city.

"The last time Your Majesty convened a council to mention the lower planes of the Aram continent, I did a detailed investigation in the slave circle, and all the people who were not descended by angels and came from that plane world I temporarily suppressed in the Beicheng Underground Courtyard, a total of twenty-one people, of which ten people can already withstand the arrival of angels, and the rest have not yet returned to our Divine Cult. ”

"What about thunderstorms?"

Dio, who has seen the Pope, no longer cares whether those people are pious enough to the Supreme God, the Pope needs a large number of angels to come to the host, then give it to him, His Majesty the Pope naturally has a way to solve it, all he cares about now is the thunderstorm.

"She rarely goes out, and our believers spend at least half of the day preaching the teachings around her, and she doesn't reject or reject them, but according to our people's observations, she is not so much meditating as listening to them proclaim the teachings. "The city lord of Ossi obviously really did an investigation, otherwise he wouldn't have remembered it so clearly.

"Lord Bishop, are you about to start a war with the Underworld and the Demon Race?" Ossie hesitated for a moment, but still asked in a low voice: "In the past year, the slave circle has sent so many people, and I see that some of them obviously do not have the strength of the Holy Domain......

"The Pope already has a solution to the problem that these people are too weak to withstand the onslaught of the angel's power......"

Dio frowned, looked at Ossie and said: "You don't care where they come from, whether they are devout believers in our supreme god or not, you just need to remember to take care of the slave pen, the slave pen riot that broke out three thousand years ago, if it breaks out again during your tenure, I guarantee that you will be thrown to the underworld or the demon world by Your Majesty to reflect." ”

Osidon lowered his head in response, but a hint of horror flashed across his face.

"Are these real angels?"

Dio noticed Osi's reaction, and he felt nothing but annoyance.

In Dio's view, the real angel should be pious, holy, and arrogant and powerful to serve the Supreme God, how can it be like those illusory soul bodies in the light realm to come and form, and Dio has seen more than once in the ancient Bible, the real angel advent is not activated through the magic array, but the miracle that will be lowered by praying to the Supreme God to obtain the curtain of the Most High God.

The angels in front of him made Dio feel that they were no different from those in the slave pen.

Soon he followed the street to the northern city, and Dio, ignoring those who looked at him with awe or hatred on both sides of the road, who would have been descended by angels in a few days, finally came to a great door under the guidance of Osi.

The guards here were obviously tighter than in other places, and there were six Seraphims standing at the door alone, while there were no known number of Angels guarding the other places, and Dio walked over and pushed the door open under the respectful gaze of those Seraphims.

There were a few people scattered in the huge courtyard, a pair of sea tribes in magic robes were playing chess, a human man with an ape-armed waist stared at the sky in a daze, and a strong male man with his upper body exposed with long hair and looked like a half-orc sitting with his eyes closed and not knowing what he was thinking.

"Dreadwalker, where is Thunderstorm now?"

Ossie was obviously familiar with the place, and asked the orc who was closest to him.

Everyone who comes to the plane of light, as long as they have experienced the summoning of the magical magic array, will be given a new ability by the Holy Light Technique, that is, they will be imported into the universal language of this world by the irresistible holy power, which is also the reason why the followers of the Cult of Light can listen to or spread the teachings.

The half-orc slowly opened his eyes, his thin body full of explosive power, and his eyes that seemed to be beating with dark red flames were full of wild taste.

Dread Walker.

If Li Junshan was here, he would definitely recognize who this half-orc was, but it was the Dreadwalker who fought the Eight Great Lords with the power of one person in the ruins of the Dark Swamp, and was taken away by the power of the summoning miracle in front of Li Junshan.

"Don't you hear what I'm asking?"

Seeing that the Dreadwalker was just looking at him quietly, and that wild eyes made him a little uncomfortable, Osi frowned and asked, "Where is the thunderstorm?"

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the field, and when the black dragon demon pet of the Dreadwalker appeared, a dark ghost shadow sword appeared in the hand of this fierce and now equally brave half-orc, and the strange cry like ten thousand ghosts crying filled the courtyard.

"Whoosh!"

The Dreadwalker replied to the Lord of Ossi with his ghostly sword, and together with the black dragon pet who was also unable to rise into the air, the Dreadwalker's body slashed into a bolt of lightning, and the ghostly sword stabbed straight at Dio in front of the Lord of Osi.

It wasn't just the Dreadwalker who made the move, the strong man who was standing in the corner of the courtyard and looking at the sky stupidly turned into a ball of thunder, the blazing lightning chain crackled in the space, and his body rushed over so violently.

At the same time, a pair of sea mages who had been playing chess in front of the stone table as if they didn't know what was going on here also made a move, and the ice vertebrae that emitted blue light appeared almost out of thin air in front of Dio and stabbed straight at him.

"I can't help myself!"

Dio waved his hand to stop the frightened and angry Lord of Osi, his white, girlish palms poking out from the wide red robes, and his slender middle finger seemed to be slow but swift at the first Dreadwalker Ghost Sword.

"Wow ......"

A strange sound rang out, and the place where the dark and dull ghost sword was hit by Dio's fingertips instantly surged a blazing white light, and the white light surged down like a tide in an instant, directly covering the entire sword body, and the right hand of the dreadwalker holding the ghost sword suddenly emitted a puff of green smoke, and at the same time, a scorching smell spread.

"It also has the blood of the demon race......

With a wave of his left hand, a sword-like sword light shot out and struck the black dragon that pounced on him with teeth and claws, and at the same time sneered: "I said that I was so daring, it turned out to be a seed." ”

A faint white light crept up the Dreadwalker's right hand, and his cold cheeks were not half painful, but large beads of sweat kept pouring out, and his left hand trembled violently, and he reached out and clenched his right hand, and just like that, the two hands together raised the ghostly sword of holy light and stabbed at Dio again.

The Holy Guardian Armor blocked all the ice attacks, and Dio didn't pay any attention to the two Sea Clan mages who had been surrounded by six Seraphims, and just as the huge blazing thunderball rolled over, he easily kicked the thunderball out with a single dip, and the feet of the Holy Light were not injured by any lightning bolts.

The cardinal was finally a little angry as he watched as the latter let go of the Ghost Sword and reached out to grab it at his face, while opening his mouth as if it wanted to bite his throat.

With a cold snort, Dio's right hand let go of the Ghost Shadow Sword, and like a slap in the face, it struck the Dreadwalker who pounced on him like a madman, and the latter was directly knocked out like a weak child, but the black dragon who was struggling to stand up and prepare to pounce was knocked out again.

"No mercy!"

Ossi shouted angrily, but before he could draw his sword and charge at the Dreadwalker, Dio quietly silenced him with a wave of his hand.

"These are the best carriers needed for the advent of angels, wouldn't it be a pity to kill them. ”

Dio looked at the dreadwalker who was spitting blood and trying to stand up, and smiled: "The Supreme God doesn't care about lowly slander, how can I care about his unreasonableness. ”

"your. ”

The Dreadwalker finally spoke, and he raised his right hand, which had been badly burned by the Holy Light, and pointed at Dio, scolding angrily, "I'd rather die than be the carrier of your bullshit angel......

As he spoke, the Dreadwalker struggled to his feet and tried to rush up again, when a soft voice rang out.

"Wait!"

Thunderstorm walked out of the courtyard room, dressed in white, she walked steadily, and at this moment made Dio feel as if the purest and noblest saint in the church fresco appeared in front of his eyes, and this terrifying super-level cardinal appeared in a short trance.

With a wave of his hand, a sky blue light wrapped around the Dreadwalker's right hand, the transparent blue water element moisturized and repaired the Dreadwalker's wounds, Thunderstorm walked up to him, sighed lightly and said, "Didn't I already tell you? ”

"You're a thunderstorm?"

Dio was a little annoyed by the trance he had just had, and a trace of unhappiness floated in his heart.

"It's me. ”

Thunderstorm turned to look at Dio, the waterfall-like blackness hanging behind her shoulders showed a soft and free flow, with an indifferent smile on her beautiful cheeks, Thunderstorm asked Dio: "Why, do you think that I have accepted or understood the will of the Most High God, do you think I can be the carrier of angels?"

"Come with me, Your Majesty wants to see you. ”

Except for the Pope, Dio hated it very much when others asked questions in front of him or took the initiative in the conversation, and he sneered and said: "As for whether to be an angel carrier, and when to do it, you will soon know." ”

"Remember what I said, wait, bear with ......"

Thunderstorm turned to Dreadwalker and said, "Also, if you or your soul were still there before he came, please tell him on my behalf, I think he ...... Also, I've been waiting for him. ”

"He's not coming. ”

The irascible and wild Dreadwalker inexplicably quieted down after the thunderstorm appeared, and he stared at the thunderstorm's back and spoke.

"No, you're wrong, he's coming. ”

Lei Yu didn't look back and said a word, and then walked out directly.