Noticing Alice's anxious expression, Prince Morgan said softly, "Silence. ”

Just now, it was like a blood clan in the vegetable market, and it instantly became silent.

Alice pleaded, "Uncle Morgan......"

"I see. ”

At this moment, Prince Morgan's mood is not as calm as it seems.

When Heard used the angel wings to summon the angel projection, Prince Morgan sensed this breath, but he was not sure at the time.

By the time Hilde burned his soul and cast his wings into the angel projection, Prince Morgan was finally sure that the force that made his heart palpitate was the legendary servant of the Holy King of Light, the embodiment of holiness, goodness, and integrity.

In Prince Morgan's long career, he had only seen angels once, and that was many years ago, so long that he had almost forgotten it.

What shocked Prince Morgan the most was that in the face of this force, he had to be cautious.

But now there is a human who has rescued Alice from the hands of the winged angel.

"This king really wants to meet this Ning Fan. ”

Prince Morgan, who had made up his mind in his heart, commanded, "Let's go now." ”

Alice rejoiced, "I'll lead the way." ”

"No, I don't. ”

Prince Morgan shook his head, and when the angel burst out a second time, he was in place.

"Prepare yels, we are about to face angels. ”

Prince Morgan's words were the final word, affirming what Alice had said earlier.

Hearing this, the blood clans present had complex thoughts and thoughts, but they all had one thing in common, and a trace of fear flashed in the depths of their eyes.

For the Blood Clan, facing the angels condensed by pure holy power is like heavy snow meeting the sun.

"Don't worry, it's just an angelic projection, and this king doesn't care about it yet. ”

Patriarch Morgan: That's not a big deal.

If it is the essence of an angel who comes, he must flee as far as he can.

can only be a projection, at most like him, his strength is at the peak of the world.

When the strength reaches this level, the restraint in strength is not so obvious.

And the projection has a time limit, as soon as the time comes, you have to leave this world, as the Morgan patriarch of the natives, you can naturally win without a fight.

Hearing these words, the palpitating eyes of everyone present turned into fanatical.

The Prince, in the minds of the Bloods, has been equated with the gods.

This time, instead of a slow journey through the dark sky, Patriarch Morgan used his superposition magic to teleport to the target point.

As the chanting progressed, a blood-colored seven-pointed star the size of a dark cloud appeared out of thin air,

This was just the beginning, and circles of different sizes began to emerge inside the seven-pointed star.

The large array sets the small array, stacking on top of each other to form a complex and mysterious superimposed staff.

The dark clouds formed by the dark canopy seemed to turn into a basin of boiling water, and began to beat restlessly, and countless blood-red lightning bolts appeared out of thin air in the internal space.

The blood-colored lightning kept jumping and swimming, and the bursting energy seemed to break through this space.

This was influenced by the terrifying magic of Patriarch Morgan.

In the eyes of the citizens of New York below, this scene is a different scene.

The dark clouds, which were already in motion, suddenly stopped and began to spin.

Just when everyone wondered if this was a sign before the tornado,

A dazzling red light flashed in the clouds, and when the red light bloomed, the huge dark cloud just now disappeared strangely.

Listening to the remarks shouted by those madmen on the street, many people have a sentence in their minds, "Could it really be the end of the world!"

"It's the Bloodline's teleportation magic. ”

Seeing this scene, Stewart's heart tightened, and he could no longer care about hiding his identity.

"Holy Light Rush!"

The brilliance of his legs flashed, and with the blessing of the holy light, Stewart, who was already running at an astonishing speed, seemed to fly.

Looking at the empty sky, Alice's eyes were confused, she could feel Ning Fan's remaining breath, but she couldn't see the figure.

"Is it ......?"

An ominous premonition came to her mind, and Alice's excited pretty face instantly turned pale as paper.

Ever since they came here, all the Bloods present felt a strong sense of unease.

If it weren't for Prince Morgan here, I was afraid that under the instinctive fear, the blood clan present would scatter in a hurry.

This uneasiness stems from the awe of the Holy Power in the depths of the Blood's soul.

The blood clans present all felt it here, a surging aura of holy power like the sea.

It was an aura that far exceeded that they had ever met any clergyman.

After "seeing is believing", these Bloods thoroughly believed in the arrival of angels.

There were even some old dukes who had been lucky enough to witness the Doomsday War, and their eyes were full of horror, but the residual aura of holy power here was not under the Pope.

Among these people was Duke Andrew.

"Alice ......"

Andrew didn't know how to comfort his daughter.

Ning Fan was able to save Alice from the hands of the angels, which was already a matter of greed.

With this incident alone, Ning Fan was proud of his life in exchange for the respect of all the blood clans.

No matter how much Andrew believed in Ning Fan's abilities, he couldn't believe that he could escape from the angels.

Looking at the empty sky, Andrew knew that Ning Fan should have been purified by the Holy Force.

After all, this was Andrew's own speculation, and for the sake of safety, he still asked, "Brother, are you up short?"

Patriarch Morgan shook his head, his gaze fixed on a fixed look.

Seeing this scene, Alice, who was in a hurry, was shaky, and her heartstrings were completely tense, and she completely passed out.

Andrew hurriedly protected his daughter and explained, "Murphy, you take care of the eldest lady. ”

At the same time, Patriarch Morgan said, "All the clansmen below the rank of Duke in strength have all retreated into the dark sky. ”

As the words fell, the Bloods present began to retreat calmly and orderly, leaving only five Bloods, including Morgan.

"Brother, you mean ......"

Hearing this, Andrew's face tightened, although the aura of holy power here is huge, but after all, it is an unconscious ownerless thing.

As long as they are not descendants who have just received the first embrace, the other bloodlines can basically resist this breath.

With the current manpower brought by the Morgan family, there is no need to retreat to the dark canopy, which is a defensive magic that the blood clan specializes in resisting the holy light.

"Go meet our old friends. ”

Morgan said with a smile, a jet-black light shot out of his fingertips.

The black pillar of light broke through the air, and as it passed through a certain space, there was an aurora-like intermingling there.

When the twists and turns stopped, a figure suddenly appeared in the space that was empty just now.

Patriarch Morgan smiled at the figure, "Archbishop Hilde, don't come unharmed!"

Hilde smiled faintly, "It turned out to be Patriarch Morgan, it's been a long time." ”

(End of chapter)