A gorgeous golden flower bloomed in the sky, and a strong fragrance began to diffuse.

The golden petals bloomed one by one, Jeno flew out of the petal bush, and the battle angel's flame greatsword had already reached his hand, and the holy flame on the giant sword had not weakened, but had increased sharply, and had been raised to a new realm, and the uncertain tongue of fire had become almost transparent. Only on the tip of the flame will faintly reveal an eerie layer of blue.

In an instant, there was silence on the battlefield for a moment, and more than a dozen eyes were focused on Jeno. In this realm where power is supreme, although Jeno's own absolute power is strong, it is far from reaching the limit of the plane. What frightened the powerful beings was the aura that was slowly pouring out of Jeno's body.

Although the breath is weak, it is cold, cruel, and arrogant. And decisively! From this breath, whether it is a wise angel or a demon king, only one meaning is read, destruction!

The wise angel on high finally spoke: "I am Neotoria, the great Certanistolia, in the glorious name of the seventh wise angel. My mission is to change the beliefs of the six planes of the Demon Realm, so that they will henceforth be bathed in the light of the Most High God. Who are you? I see in you the breath of the great Dismasson, you should be a servant of the Lord of Destruction. But why do you want to destroy my battle angel? ”

"Because of offense." Jeno replied lightly: "Since you know that I am a servant of the Lord of Destruction, then the battle angels under your command attack me are disrespectful to the Lord of Destruction, and I deserve to destroy them." ”

Neotoria's voice became even colder: "You are just one of the many divine servants of the Lord of Destruction, and you dare to speak to me like this? The distance between you and me is wider than the entire plane. Ignorant things. Don't think that having a little bit of the Lord of Destruction can mean that you can be rude to me! ”

There is great power in the voice of the wise angel. The sky of the entire battlefield flickered and darkened with his words. Under the agitation and oppression of this power, the faint and invisible flames around Jeno suddenly brightened and intensified, and in the blink of an eye, his whole person was wrapped in a brilliant blue flame, and the blue wings behind him also unfolded.

Jeno looked up at Neotoria and smiled, "Dear Neotoria, please forgive me for being rude to you just now. I have just taken refuge in the great Dismasson, so I am still very ignorant of the heavenly realm. I wonder if you can answer one of my questions. You just said that you want to unify the beliefs of the six planes of the Demon Realm under the light of the Supreme God, but what I see is that almost all the demons in the Demon Realm are about to be killed, except for those in front of us, of course. Without these demons, who would contribute their faith to the brilliance of the Supreme God? ”

The voice of the wise angel was flat and mechanical, and there were no emotional fluctuations that Jeno could understand, but the content of his words actually made Jeno's heart faintly chill!

"Faith does not come from the indigenous people of this plane, but from the new generation. The main gods of the heavenly realm are already close to controlling the mysteries of the planes of the demon realm, and after eliminating these aborigines and cleansing the entire plane with holy light, the new generation of people who can adapt to the rules of the planes of the demon realm will grow up, and they will be born according to the brilliance of the heavenly realm, and the one they believe in must also be the main god of the heavenly realm. ”

Geno stared at Neotoria, and for a moment, he received something unusual in his eyes. Jeno was finally sure that this Angel of the Seventh Wisdom was unlike any other angel he had ever encountered, and that in Neotoria's body, there were memories of the celestial realm!

Jeno's heart moved, and he asked, "Dear Neotoria, I'm not doubting your wisdom, but I really don't understand. You see, these aborigines are so powerful, and they all have their own strengths. Once they are removed, how can we ensure that the new generation will generate a stronger faith than these indigenous peoples? Why don't you subdue these aborigines, maybe the contribution to the main gods of the heavenly realm will be greater. ”

There was a little more impatience in Neotolia's cold voice, and she said: "The new generation has no consciousness, no thought, the whole content of their soul is faith, they act according to instinct, they eat and reproduce in order to be able to expand their numbers as soon as possible. The whole point of their existence is to draw the source of faith from the entire plane and dedicate it to the main gods. From the point of view of faith, there is no being who can do it better than the new generation created by the hands of the Lord God Himself. You are a divine servant of the Great Lord of Destruction, how can you not even know this? ”

Jeno was silent for a moment.

There was already a sight in his soul, of fanatical, completely unconscious new generations roaming the land aimlessly. The land was so fertile that they had access to food and water at all times, and they were not plagued by hunger or cold. When the sexes meet, they reproduce. They grow quickly, and newborn babies can set off on their own and roam the land without much care. The whole meaning of their existence is to draw from the source of faith in the plane.

So, what will happen when one day, the entire earth will be filled with these new generations? What happens to the plane when the limited source of faith is exhausted?

The answer came from the bottom of Jeno's mind on its own.

For he had set foot on such a plane countless times, a plane where faith had disappeared.

It was the Land of Forsaken.

In the deepest part of his heart, Jeno sighed softly, just thinking, "Fengyue...... It doesn't matter if I can go back or not, you...... It's better to forget about me. ”

His hand had quietly grasped the hilt of the Flame Greatsword.

A strange smile spread across Jeno's face,

Brush Brush Brush Brush!

With a subtle hiss, the Flame Greatsword drew graceful blue arcs in the air, gently slashing across the bodies of the four Battle Angels, leaving four golden blood flowers in the violently changing sky.

"Servants of Dismason! What are you doing? Neotoria's voice thundered from the sky: "You are attacking the servants of the great Setanistolia, you are rebelling against the Lord God of the heavenly realm!" You, will pay enough for your betrayal! ”

Along with the roar of Neotolia, there was a large rain of golden light. In this brilliant rain of light, all the demons began to groan in pain, and the wings of the battle angels showed a faint golden light!

The rain was overwhelming.

As soon as the demon warrior's body was stained with these golden raindrops, it would immediately ignite, and then let out all kinds of painful screams, twitching and trembling in the flames, and being burned to ashes little by little. These golden rains of light are very strange, and the process of destroying lives by the flames it causes is very slow, and the ignited demon warriors are still unable to free themselves until they are burned into a small piece of ash, still struggling slightly, letting out a thin moan.

In this incomparably vast rain of golden light, the realm that protected the Holy Peak trembled violently, and every drop of rain that fell would cause a circle of ripples on the shield. But no matter how volatile the fluctuations, the shield persists.