As if the sound of the horn from heaven stopped, the audience all recovered from the clown's control, and at this time they all looked at themselves and their surroundings in a daze, seeing that they were crowding in the crowd holding an inhuman monster, and they all ran for their lives in fear, afraid that if they slowed down, they would be killed by the monster in front of them.

Grendell was also touched by the sound of the horn, unable to move, only to see Grendell change from the height of two people back to human height, and the fish scales on his body gradually retracted, Grendell had never felt so comfortable, he seemed to see an angel coming down from the top of the circus tent to welcome him to heaven, until the trumpet stopped, the angel disappeared, and he also escaped from fantasy. He found himself back to the old time when he was powerless, he tried to lift a bench that could accommodate ten people in a row, but he couldn't hold it at all, and he was a little happy to be at the mercy of his inner demon!

However, the truth told him that he was wrong, and the voice in his heart continued to shout, but because the sound of the horn had subsided a little, Grendell could still hear the demon muttering.

"Let me see who's going to get me. Oh, it's a scarlet archbishop, which is really worthy of me, but it's good that a little guy like Grundell can lure a big fish like you out of the best results. The clown grinned and took off his mask, and when Grundell saw the face underneath the mask, he was stunned, "Oh, our little Grendell seems to be surprised by this face." ”

Under the mask is Mr. Goode!

"Why! Why do you do this to me! Grendel was already half-kneeling, and he couldn't accept the fact that the Joker was Mr. Goode.

"Just to lure some big guys out, you're a great bait, Son of Hero and Siren. You have to thank me for the fact that I revived the other half of your body that should have awakened a long time ago. After Mr. Goode finished speaking, he ignored Grendel, the scarlet archbishop who cast the song of heaven had already entered the tent, and he had to concentrate on dealing with it, after all, the scarlet archbishop was already the top combat force of the human forces.

"Your mission is complete, go back quickly, the rest is not for you to interfere with." An old man with a stubble and a long ponytail walked into the circus tent, and at a glance he recognized it as his master in this game, the cardinal archbishop of the Church of Light, "Little swordsman, you did a good job this time, go back to Rafa and ask for your payment." ”

After saying that, the old man with the long ponytail continued to walk over, and inflicted a divine purification on Grendel, who fell unconscious again, "Poor boy, but poor people can't go to this road of no return, go to sleep, until you wake up." ”

"Okay, speaking of which, which great demon are you, it doesn't seem like the seven deadly sins of the great demons can do." The old man with a long ponytail came to Goode and pointed at Goode with the staff stained with angelic blood in his hand, but he didn't cast any spells, and Goode didn't dodge, just stood in place, smiling strangely.

"Huh? I don't even know who I am and dare to come alone, I have to say that I have to admire your courage. Name it, priest, the archdemon Afat can give you a good rest. Goode took out a grinning mask and put it on his face, a faint black smoke coming out of his body, and the spectators around him, who had already been killed by Grundel, stood up again and walked towards the old man with a long ponytail.

However, the old man with the long ponytail was not deterred by the approach of the dead, he withdrew his staff and kissed the sapphires stained with the blood of the angels, "May the Lord bless you, Cantona. ”

"Gate of Heaven!"

With the shout of the old man with a long ponytail, the tent with the covered roof suddenly shed a soft holy light, and the dead who were illuminated by the holy light began to melt away one after another by the holy light, and there was nothing left. Even the black smoke around the clown was gradually dissipated by the holy light, but the holy light failed to pierce the clown's body and stopped at the outermost part.

However, the old man's move with a long ponytail was not over, and the holy light continued to shine, and then a two-meter-high small door made of olive branches emerged from mid-air, and out of the small door came an angel with a vague face and wings.

"Well done, priest, you can summon real angels using the Heavenly Gate, and if you still have a chance to get out of here, then you will be the next Pope." The clown was not anxious about the appearance of the angel, only the angel with wings was just the lowest level of angel with no self-consciousness at all, which was not worth mentioning for a demon like him at the top, but this also made the clown make up his mind to kill the priest in front of him, there are not many cardinals who can summon angels, and every death can cause great losses to mankind.

Two crooked horns began to grow on the top of the clown's head, and the grinning mask was dyed black. The clown held two daggers made of abyssal stones, and the abyssal aura on the daggers alone was enough to resist the light of the holy light.

"Are you ready to die, Reverend Cantona?" The corners of the clown's grinning mask cracked open to his earlobe, and he lunged at the priest.

The priest didn't move, the clown's knife was blocked by the angel, and after the angel blocked the knife, there was a crack in the holy spear in his hand, and the clown continued to attack the priest, and the angel continued to block the clown's attack, and after a while, the holy spear broke and turned into fragments of light, and the clown stabbed a dagger into the angel's heart, and the angel instantly turned into a strong and dazzling holy light.

"Hehe, pastor, your blessed angel is gone, can you still be calm?" The clown laughed, and then stabbed the priest with another dagger.

While!

Another angel blocked the clown's attack, and this time the angel was no longer the lowest-level winged angel, but a four-winged angel with a face!

"I didn't say I could only summon the winged angels." The old man with a long ponytail laughed behind him, and then he raised his staff again to bless the four-winged angel who had blocked the Joker's attack.

"Bright Merit!"

After being blessed, the spear in the hands of the four-winged angel immediately changed its appearance, and the sacred spear, which originally only looked like a knight's spear, was now a double prong. The helmet, which had only surrounded the head in the form of holy light, condensed into a golden helmet.