3 minutes ago.

When Serra chose to ask Alex directly about her doubts, neither of them apparently showed any intention of hiding it.

Since this is the case, their conversation naturally drifted into the ears of everyone present, including Wang Duofu, word for word.

Between their questions and answers, they naturally answered all the questions that Alvette and the others had in their hearts, but at the same time, they also made them feel a cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"You, you actually did it to this extent for your own selfish desires......"

At this time, even Alvet, who has always been calm, said this unfavorably, and Alexia, who has always been straightforward and has a lot to say, lowered her head at this time and was silent.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Standing on the moral high ground, what qualifications do you have to comment on what I have done, who is emotionally hunted down by the Holy See, and who is always worried about being burned at the stake, isn't you? ”

"But you, but is it necessary for you to do this? Do you know, do you know, once the original dark order is broken, then how many innocent lives will be lost for it? ”

Leom's face gradually became gloomy, and I saw her expressionless and directly say word by word: "Guan! I! Fart! Affair! ”

As soon as these words came out, I saw Alvette purse her lips, face Leom, and stand with a bow:

"In that case, let me correct the mistakes you have made!"

Hearing this, Leom smiled and said, "You don't have a chance, it's all over, I won!" ”

With a declaration of victory, Leom at this time, the palm that had already cut the skin reached into the placket of his clothes, and smeared the blood on the cross behind his back.

The next moment, a layer of black substance instantly completely wrapped her graceful body, and at the same time, her eyes once again turned into the appearance of red pupils on a black background.

Yes, at the critical moment when the "Little Red Riding Hoods" were playing out their cards at the same time and were not in good shape, she finally activated her transformation technique that she had just finished reading the CD - Demonization: Fallen Blood!

And quickly took control of the situation in this interfield.

At the same time, at the moment when she successfully launched her transformation skill, she saw that the inhuman battle between Sierra and Alex was about to come to an end.

"Swallowing the Sky and Taking the Sun: Twilight of the Gods!"

With a call that seemed to come from the Netherworld, a surging wave of magical energy surged out of Alex's body, and swallowed her into the terrifying vortex of magical energy before she could change her spells.

However, at this critical moment, I saw two silver long swords with blue and red flames lingering respectively, and at some point, they actually appeared under Alex's huge body, and turned into two strange rays, entering from his soft abdomen, and coming out of his shoulders.

The next moment, a huge amount of blood in Alex's body immediately gushed out like a tidal wave bursting on a.

The shattered heart in his chest could no longer support his huge consumption of demonic energy, and it suddenly turned into pieces of minced flesh, spraying all over the ground with the blood.

It was a perfect assassination, with just the right timing and accuracy.

No one could have imagined that an ancient demon with extraordinary strength like Alex would come to an end in such a bleak way.

When Alex's huge body fell down with a bang, a figure like an iron tower finally slowly paced out from the smoke and dust scattered in the sky.

The original "Angel of Death", Adolf Quinstein, finally appeared on the stage of history in the final chapter of Alex's curtain call.

After confirming that Alex's heart had been irreparably damaged, Quinstein finally lifted the "camouflage" effect of his mournful armor, allowing the bright red cross on his chest to shine in front of the world again.

"You, why are you doing this, why are you ......?"

At this time, Alex, who was already dying, was staring at each other with his unwilling eyes, and said slowly.

I saw that every time he said a word, a large canopy of blood sprayed out of his mouth and quickly wet a large piece of ground in front of him.

Quinstein glanced back at him faintly, and after about three seconds of silence, he said in his characteristic hoarse voice, which seemed to be of a terminal laryngeal cancer patient:

"The King of Sweden, who does not wish to see a mighty Danish presence, therefore asks me, on behalf of the mercy of my Lord, to come here and grant you eternal rest."

"Sweden? Aren't Sweden and Denmark both in the camp of the Protestant League? How could it be ......"

Hearing this answer, which seemed both unexpected and reasonable, Alex was full of doubts and a wry smile in his heart.

At this time, the Protestant coalition forces had already suffered major defeats on the front, while the Allies were busy stabbing each other in the back, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

As if he had read what the other party was thinking, Quinestein's voice spoke again without the slightest emotion.

"Times have changed, the orphans of the old gods, and even I have to admit that the theocracy of the whole of Europe is in decline, while the secular power is in some irrepressible ascendant."

"The direct result of this change is the fact that 'the national interest is above all else', and even faith must be conceded for the power of the state."

As if he had fulfilled his obligation to explain to the deceased, Quinstein did not look at Alex again, but strode over to the moribund Serra, grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her from the spot.

"Okay, now that the business has been done, then it's time to settle the 'personal grudge'."

"Frankly, it's a good way to let you die under 'Swallowing the Heavens and Setting the Sun: Ragnarok', but I'm more willing to punish you hypothetical spokesmen than as a spectator or a bystander."

"Who are you...... What do you want to do......"

Serra asked slowly, in a very soft, almost inaudible voice.

By this time, the blood had already blurred her eyes, making it impossible for her to fully see the appearance and attire of the person who came.

The pain all over her body also put her in a weak state that no matter what the other party did, she was powerless to resist, which shows the damage caused to her by the "Devouring the Sky and the Sun: Twilight of the Gods", which had not yet fully exerted its full power.

But deep down, she is not as flustered as she appears on the surface - angels, as energy beings, have lost their sexual characteristics and the so-called "weaknesses" of most life forms.

This means that as long as they are not bombarded to the scum at the molecular level, they are almost not immortal.

So, don't look at Serra at this time as if she is in a dying state, in fact, as long as she is given a certain amount of time, she will be able to recover in a moment, which is also the horror of angels as "superior beings".

However, the next moment, instead of answering the questions she asked, Quinstein did not hesitate to stab the "original sin" in his hand into her chest.

The moment the blade entered her body, Serra was surprised to discover that the silver long sword with a strange green flame actually had the strange ability to suppress her recovery power.

"No, it's different from that!"

Half a second later, Sierra realized even more in amazement that she herself was living as if she was a flesh-and-blood carbon-based life at the moment!

Looking at the irrepressible horror in Serra's eyes, Quinstein still did what he wanted to do without saying a word.

I saw him change his hand, lift Serra's pair of wings, and then cut off the flesh and blood on her wings like a pencil.

His expression was wooden and focused, like that of a farmer slaughtering his own poultry.

It's just that, with the "redemption" in his hand, sword after sword, non-stop slashing, bursts of terrible screams containing extreme pain, and at the same time resounded throughout the town.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!h