The corpses were piled up, and on top of the corpses, stood a person who seemed to have come out of hell, his body was full of energy fluctuations, every cell was wrapped in energy, and a part of his body had even been ionized, showing a translucent state, but now was the peak of his strength.

Across from him, the paladin had disheveled hair and was covered in blood. The armor on his body was already in tatters, and the holy sword had been broken, barely nailed to the ground with the broken sword to support the crumbling body.

"The majesty of God, do not offend!"

After shouting these words with all his strength, a gorgeous beam of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and there was a mirage-like scene, and then a giant wearing battle armor and more than nine meters tall fell from the sky, he was surrounded by white like silk light all over his body, there were no wings behind him, but there were light wings composed of divine power, he held a crystal sword in his hand, and he released a golden circle of light as soon as he appeared, and where the circle of light was shrouded, people who originally only had one breath left stood up one after another, All the scars on their bodies have recovered, and their state has returned to their previous state.

"Dear Terafis! Help your loyal warriors! ”

Saint Mara's voice was trembling with madness, and he pointed his broken sword at Yang Jiawei not far away: "That slave of the Demon Slaying God!" Please sanction him! ”

As soon as the words fell, the huge god of war slashed at Yang Jiawei with a sword, but Yang Jiawei did not dodge, but just raised his hand to block the sword that was enough to destroy the world, and the collision between the sword and the hand also knocked out a close match, and the power that originally destroyed everything was quietly canceled out.

Then Yang Jiawei moved, like a god, he had come to the archangel in front of him, and his left foot wheel kicked the archangel's face, and the huge creature was caught off guard, and was actually thrown out by a mere human being, but Yang Jiawei did not stop, he couldn't fly, but he thought that the speed was fast enough, and his feet were like stepping on the concrete floor, and he jumped up to a height of 100 meters, and then there was a scud maneuver, and the big head rushed down and went straight to the archangel.

Maybe he encountered danger, and the archangel wanted to dodge, but Yang Jiawei's speed was too fast, and before the bulky archangel could dodge to the side, he was smothered on it......

The explosion, the violent explosion, the earth-shattering explosion, the collision and the annihilation caused a large amount of energy, directly flattened the mountain, a large amount of soil was blown into the sky, and then the rolling torrent went straight to the town below the mountain, but just when the town was about to usher in the catastrophe, suddenly a person appeared on the path of the energy impact.

"Satania, region-wide ion silence."

A fist-sized square object was projected, and then the ultra-high energy flow triggered the contents of the small box, and it burst open, only for a moment, all the irritable energy was calmed, and the small box collapsed into an object the size of a peanut.

"Drop!"

With a whoosh, the peanut-like high-temperature and high-temperature thing was instantly dropped to the center of the Pacific Ocean, and then an explosion comparable to a small nuclear bomb suddenly erupted, and the ocean was blown open a deep pit, but it slowly closed, and the huge waves spread out in all directions, but this is not a large yield, and it cannot form a tsunami, in front of the huge ocean, such energy is quickly decomposed, diffused and finally dissipated without a trace.

Looking at the hill in front of which had been razed to the ground, only an iron house hidden deep in the ground was still parked in place, and it was still intact under such an impact because it was a facility that was enough to defend against nuclear bombs.

Yang Jiawei picked up the dead archangel and threw it aside, then slowly walked outside the safety room, opened the thick door of the safe house with his hand, and saw Pan Ang who was already bleeding and shivering inside, he walked in and wanted to arrest Pan Ang.

"Sir."

A voice next to him suddenly remembered that Yang Jiawei turned his head sideways and found that it was Pan Ang's eldest son who was fixed in the safety chair, his face was pale, but his expression was extremely calm.

Yang Jiawei stopped his movements and turned his head to look at him.

"I'm sorry, sir." He suddenly laughed: "Actually, I should have kowtowed to you a few times, but I'm a waste, so I can only tell you I'm sorry." ”

"Excuse me?" Yang Jiawei sneered.

"I'm certainly not asking you to forgive my father." Pan Ang's son smiled: "I just want to ask you for one thing. ”

Yang Jiawei was noncommittal, and he continued: "Leave a little dignity to my father." ”

After speaking, he pointed to his chest with his chin with great difficulty: "Sir, can you help me lift the blanket on my chest?" ”

He would not refuse a disabled person's request, so he lifted the blanket, and the moment he lifted it, he was also stunned for a moment, because this man actually had a big hole in his chest, and around the hole was a circle of rotting minced meat, and the organs inside were clearly visible, the lungs under the ribs, the beating heart, and the constantly wriggling stomach.

"If it weren't for my strange illness, my father would have been a kind and good man." His eyes turned red: "Sir, can you leave him some dignity?" ”

"Don't talk about it...... Your wounds can't see the wind! Pan Ang rushed over like crazy and covered his son with a blanket: "Why don't you let me worry about it so much......"

Yang Jiawei didn't say anything, just picked up the pistol from the woman on the ground who had fainted, and then aimed it at Pan Ang's son first.

"Thank you."

A gunshot rang out, and he lowered his thin hand as if he breathed a sigh of relief, and Pan Ang hugged his son's corpse and cried so much that he was no longer human, but Yang Jiawei handed the gun to Pan Ang without any hesitation.

Pan Ang sat down on the ground, wailing and taking the pistol, and without the slightest hesitation, aimed it at his temple.

Looking at Pan Ang, who was bleeding blood mixed with brains, Yang Jiawei's tears also burst out of his eyes, crying and muttering: "Ah Wen, you can rest in peace......"

At this time, Gu Tao walked in from outside with his hands behind his back.

After Yang Jiawei saw him, he didn't say a word, just silently stretched out his hands in front of him.

Gu Tao shook his head with a smile, turned around and left, but left a sentence before leaving: "Go and surrender yourself." ”

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The bombing in Luxembourg attracted a lot of attention, but because of the mysterious forces involved, and because more than one eyewitness saw the angels, the matter had to be left to the Order, and the person who dealt with it was Claude.

He brought people to the scene, and when he saw the broken corpses all over the ground, his heart was like soaking in ice water. And the venerable knight of St. Mara has only found one leg, and the rest of the parts have disappeared. Seeing all this in Claude's eyes, he was about to have a heart attack.

If he had taken on the task at the time......

So......

I don't dare to think that if that oriental friend appeared in front of him now, let him kiss his boots, Claude would have done it on the spot. After all, that leg is Saint Mara, a first-class paladin, the person most likely to become the next head of the Knights, and one of the three people in the Knights who can use the Divine Descent Technique. But now, he has not even escaped this catastrophe even by using the Divine Grace Sacrifice, and what he summoned is not an ordinary angel, but the archangel, a high-ranking armed combatant, can ......

"Report, the helmet of the archangel was found."

"Hurry up and clean up." Claude sighed: "The report is up, it is said that the Great Demon who has been dormant for three hundred years has reappeared in the world, not only killing the loyal and brave Marat Knights, but also slaughtering the Holy and Righteous Archangel, all the members of the Knights need to be more cautious and report this matter to the Holy See." ”

"But...... By all indications, this is not the work of the devil. ”

"I said yes!" Claude frowned: "If it's not a demon, you're going to check, do you want to live?" ”

His subordinates were stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, and stood up to Claude: "Understood!" ”

Old fritter Claude has worked all the way from the common class, he is not a nobleman, so he knows how to survive, if he reports it truthfully, then there is no accident that they will relay St. Mara to investigate. Investigate that kind of monster? Suspicious of a long life? Don't make yourself troublesome, this thing is damn.

In terms of counting losses, there is one thing that makes Claude very puzzling, the torrent of energy when the archangel dies will swallow everything along the way, but this time it seems to be swallowed halfway and disappears, as if it was absorbed by something out of thin air, which he said as a professional priest is very unreasonable.

But he didn't bother to dwell on it anymore if it didn't make sense, after all...... Little life matters, this kind of thing is rotten here, the Holy Mara Knight is dead anyway, even if the Pope crowns him a supreme invincible paladin, enjoying the supreme glory and supreme power, the loyal guardian of the Lord, so what? If you're dead, you'll have no DPS if you're dead.

And as the person who the knights hated and restrained Claude the most, the death of St. Marat, the middle and grass-roots paladin circle is basically Claude's people, and it is simply harmless for him, so his face is full of grief now, but his heart is joyful and happy, and he can't wait to run to tell all those who hate St. Mara to have a universal celebration without getting drunk and returning.

"Oh...... May our most loyal Marat paladins bless us in heaven after they have returned to the arms of our Lord. Claude looked at the leg and laughed as he spoke, "Hahaha...... cough cough cough ...... Amen. ”

Of course, after the matter here was dealt with and investigated, the first thing he did was to call Gu Tao, and when he answered the phone, his smile completely bloomed: "Oh! Valley! My dearest friend! Hello there! ”