"Those things are back!" Sweet said, looking back in amazement at the vanished gargoyles that had been intact again.

"Are they immortal?" The attendant said,

"No, that's because they have souls, and they're something that can be used to fight." Sweet said, "Actually, they don't have life at all, they're just a single soul body. ”

"Killing souls is not an easy task." "I feel like they're angry, so let's go." ”

As soon as he spoke, a gargoyle flew to the sky above the main hall and threw it directly with a sharp fork, and only Singh saw it, he took the blade and fought directly with the flying sharp fork, the sound of the collision of metal was crisp and reverberating, and then the sharp fork flew back under the effect of the gargoyle's telekinesis.

"Run, those things are already using telekinesis?" Singh was surprised.

At this time, all the gargoyles flew into the air together, and they were collectively spitting fire.

The soldiers who arrived just in time, they saw the vast palace, the majestic throne, the ancient frescoes, they were surprised to close their mouths, this is the first time they have seen such a palace, but at this time they saw this scene in front of them, they were even more surprised, the gargoyles in the sky erupted flames, and among the soldiers who came, among the high-ranking spellers, quickly chanted the incantation, and an invisible barrier opened around Sweet. The flames hit the barrier, bursting out into a brilliant scene.

"Someone is finally here, if you don't come again, I guess I really have to explain here." The waiter said.

"Don't be surprised by these things anymore, hurry up, that barrier won't last long." Said the soldier who arrived.

They ran quickly to the door, the gargoyle following behind them, until they ran out of the gate, still running on the avenue with the stone pillars.

"It's unfortunate, it's still a few hundred meters away from here, and those gargoyles ~~~~~," the waiter grumbled, "Huh? The gargoyles can't seem to come out. ”

The gargoyles were trapped in the main hall, they didn't rush out, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall, whether it was throwing a fork or spraying flames against the invisible wall.

"It's an enchantment, it's an enchantment of the god's burial place, it seems to be specially designed to trap those gargoyles." The attendant said, "Behold, the door of the main house is shut. ”

"It looks like that door is waiting for us to leave." Sweet said.

"What about those people, are there just a few of you?" They were finally able to rest for a while, and they sat on the avenue in front of the palace, a few new soldiers sitting beside them asking questions.

"It's all buried in that hall!" The waiter said bitterly.

"Didn't even the Presbyterians send?" Someone asked.

"No, not even a six-wing is assigned."

"It's disgusting, what the hell are those people trying to do?" Someone said in an atmospheric way.

"Anyway, it's good to have survivors, let's leave quickly, although these angel statues in front of us don't do anything to us, but they are alive." Sweet said, looking at the statues around him, and it was obvious that he could feel the strong vitality.

Arthur, who was in the desert, drove for two hours and stopped Solomon's car at a place only 200 kilometers away from the burial place, and not only that, but also the six-winged soldiers who arrived at the burial place.

"Two little mice, are you going to fight me, I haven't taken any hallucinogens right now." Solomon sat in the car, talking to himself, and the photographer was startled, he didn't expect that someone would actually be following him, and it seemed that he was coming for the two adventurers behind him.

Solomon opened the car door and got out of the car, as if the eldest brother of the gang had arrived, quite stylish, followed by Dumans, very much like the younger brother.

Arthur didn't say much nonsense at all, he directly spread his soul wings, conjured a power blade in his hand, and rushed towards Solomon, in front of him were gods, and they had no common language.

The desert sand and dust directly drifted away with the beginning of the battle, and the aura they emitted at this time made the air flow around them viscous, and the sand and dust floating in the air seemed to be solidified.

With a loud bang, the warm wind blew away the dust, and the two blades were together, but the one who was with Arthur was not Solomon, but Dumans, who had the power of the gods, and his wings were blood-red, which was what the 'Oracle Blood Pact' looked like without activating it, it was the highest form, and he was holding the blade at this time more like the oldest blood-colored angel.

And the photographer sitting in the car jumped down, what is this, a showdown of cold weapons? But that kind of power has already caught up with the explosion of a bomb, is it a person in front of you? He still has wings, what do he see? He suddenly thought, even if this is the case, it is better to run away, now they have no time to take care of themselves, he does not want to die in the desert, there will be no bones at that time, he thinks that there is still his lovely daughter at home, and the wife who always quarrels with him but really loves him, he has to find a way to get out of this place alive.

He drove directly in one direction, he didn't know the direction at all, and in a hurry, he just ran with the accelerator.

"It's a shame that my driver ran away." Solomon said, "Rats, you have scared my coachman away. ”

"Hmph, gods, you don't belong in this world." Arthur said.

"It's so annoying, why does everyone have to say this to me." Solomon frowned.

And the six-winged soldier standing on the side, he also spread his wings, and in his hand he held the blade, he was ready for battle. But Solomon didn't want the man in front of him to fight.

Solomon turned to leave, and the six-winged soldiers stepped forward to stop him directly.

"That's bad luck." Solomon's hand conjured up a blade, and slashed at it, and the six-winged soldiers did not retreat at all, but stood there straight, facing Solomon's blade.

"I'm not going to let you go." That six-winged soldier, knowing that the person in front of him, can't fight with common sense,

'Oracle, Eclipse, Hades' so he made a big move at the beginning.

"It's rare, the spirit of the creator god who was once hidden in darkness?" Solomon was a little surprised, but even so, the 'edict' just now was only suppressing himself.

"It turned out to be the soul power of 'dark'." Arthur was also surprised,

"I don't like you, though, and I'll always hate the dark." Solomon said, his face darkened.