In the Mixed Demon Domain, the eight high-level races invaded the Miracle Empire with great momentum, but they were silently dissolved by Vincent with a small copy of the Demon Emperor's treasure map!

St. Francis alone in the face of the armies of the Miracle Empire!

The three main armies of the first class, as well as the fallen angels, retreated on a large scale.

In the battle between the Heavenly Monarch level, they are simply cannon fodder, and they are not even qualified as cannon fodder.

The only ones who are eligible to participate are only ten miracle ships.

They were only a hindrance to St. Francis, and the only decisive forces were Lucifer and Iscott.

St. Francis looked at Lucifer nervously and opened his mouth, not knowing how to flicker.

He can fool an alliance of eight higher races, but he can't fool an enemy who has lost a lover!

"Lucifer, you can't kill me!"

St. Francis opened his mouth dryly, speaking in a pale voice.

Iscot preemptively said: "God St. Francis, we are not trying to kill you!" ”

Lucifer agreed, "Iscot is right, how could we kill you?" ”

"Kill you, how can I save Angela?" Lucifer spoke with a strange expression.

He wants to capture St. Francis alive, and then use the sacrificial magic circle to sacrifice St. Francis and call Angela's soul back from the sea of light.

If you want to call a soul from the sea of light to return and sacrifice a heavenly king of light, it is very suitable!

St. Francis shuddered.

The sacrificial magic array is very vicious, not only can it be the source of magic power and the sea of spirit. Sacrifice thoroughly. It can also directly annihilate the soul of the sacrificer!

The essence of sacrifice is to sacrifice oneself and save others!

I want to reclaim Angela's soul. The sacrifice of St. Francisco is inevitable!

"Lucifer, don't you want to sacrifice me!"

St. Francis said in a fierce voice, "Lucifer, are you not afraid of Lord Gabriella? ”

Lucifer's expression was stunned, and his gaze was slightly glazed.

"Gabriella?"

"He's not dead?"

"How is this possible!"

St. Francis said proudly: "Hahaha, how could Lord Gabriela die?" ”

Lucifer sneered, "He's not dead, what's the matter?" ”

"I'm now. He is also a twelve-winged angel, he is on the same level as me, why should I be afraid of him! ”

St. Francis cried out, "Ignorant Lucifer, Lord Gabriella. Transcendent in sanctification! ”

Lucifer looked at St. Francis coldly, "Even if you are transcendent, what so what?" ”

"Gabriela is going to take revenge, and that's for later. Today, I'm going to catch you. Then sacrifice and sacrifice to save Angela! ”

"Iscot, you're going to help me, right?"

Iscote nodded indifferently. "Of course!"

"Your Majesty has ordered, let me help you!"

Lucifer said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty! ”

"St. Francis. Hold your hands shut and avoid any insults! ”

St. Francis gritted his teeth. Take out a pure white sword.

The Ultimate Creation Hallows, the Holy Sword!

"Up!"

As soon as Lucifer saw St. Francis's attitude, he knew that he was going to be trapped, so he was naturally no longer polite.

Isco nodded and snorted.

"Gravity space!"

In the Hybrid Demon Domain, the space where the three people are fighting, the gravity changes, and it has increased by tens of thousands of times!

"Infernal despair!"

The jet-black sword in Lucifer's hand, with a series of afterimages, slashed at St. Francis's chest.

"Ding!"

The Holy Sword successfully blocked the Pitch Black Sword, but St. Francis's face turned pale, and his strength was obviously inferior to Lucifer.

He is only a decad-winged angel, and his strength is a cut below Lucifer.

In a tough way, he can only suffer. …,

But Iscot, the King of Space and Heaven, is present, and even if he wants to run, he can't run away!

You can only stand up to the battle!

"Space Storm!"

In Iscott's hands, a miniature storm of space debris gathered and shot towards St. Francisco without dispersion.

Lucifer rushes to the offensive and pins down St. Francis.

St. Francis had to fend off Lucifer and watched as the space storm struck him in the abdomen.

"Poof~"

St. Francis spurted out a mouthful of pale golden blood, and his face turned even paler.

Lucifer was unforgiving, and the pitch-black sword in his hand attacked even more fiercely.

"Sink into despair!"

In the heart of St. Francis, a thought of giving up suddenly rose, and the sword momentum of the holy sword was inevitably stagnant.

"Shhh~"

The jet-black sword sliced through St. Francis's white robes, bringing up a stream of pale golden blood once more.

St. Francis was in pain, and the sinking thought of giving up in his heart involuntarily dissipated!

He was secretly frightened, Lucifer was worthy of the twelve-winged fallen Seraph, and a magic spell affected his mind.

Iscott's left and right hands each condensed a magic.

"Space Burst!"

"Space has fallen!"

St. Francis had already been injured by Iscott once, and knowing that the magic equipment on his body could not withstand the attack of the King of Space and Heaven, how could he dare to let the magic bombard again?

But how could Lucifer get him?

The sword of darkness, the sword went sideways, constantly entangled around his neck, so that he had to guard against it.

The magic of the two-level Heavenly Monarch bombarded St. Franci's body heavily.

The powerful impact of magic caused St. Francis to fly upside down.

St. Franci's heart was overjoyed, and he was about to use this force to flee away. But Lucifer moved faster and appeared behind St. Francise.

The sword of pitch black, like a silent weapon in the night, stabbed forward quickly.

"Poof!"

With a muffled sound, the pitch-black sword pierced through St. Francis's back, penetrating the entire body, and the pitch-black tip of the sword pierced through the right chest.

St. Francis snorted, spitting pale golden blood.

Iscote took advantage of the fire to rob, and a finger of death shot St. Franci's right arm, and the entire right arm was broken from the middle!

The Divine Artifact of Creation, the Sword of Holiness, fell down with the right hand!

With a stroke of his hand, Iscot's holy sword appeared in Iscot's hand.

"God, this sword, we have received it in the Miracle Empire!"

St. Francis was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Lucifer's left hand flashed a pitch-black six-pointed star array, imprinted on St. Francis's back.

"Dark Ban!"

The pitch-black six-pointed star array, flickering with wisps of ghostly light, sealed the source of St. Francis's magic and the sea of spirit.

Iscot also flew forward with a smile on his face.

"Space Seal!"

St. Francis was double-sealed, and there was no chance of turning over.

Lucifer grabbed St. Francis and landed on the ground.

Iscot followed, "Lucifer, what do you do with him?" ”

Lucifer smiled, "Sacrifice of course!" ”

After St. Francis was captured, he calmed down.

He knew he couldn't escape.

"Lucifer, even if you sacrifice me, you won't be able to save Angela!"

Lucifer slapped St. Francis in the face.

"Lucifer, humiliate me!"

"When the time comes, you will beg me!"

"You want to save Angela?"

"Hahaha!"

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