Death, the spread of silence, silently.

Although the Angel of Death no longer sounded the trumpet, death would continue as long as the trumpet still echoed in the sky. Ignore the enemy and the enemy, ignore the noble and the low. No one is special, angel or demon, strong or weak. In the face of death, no one is discriminated.

It doesn't take blood, and it doesn't need to be cruel. For all creatures under the sound of the trumpet, death is the destiny.

Only today, an angel, no, a demon, opened the door for them to go home.

"It's really ......" Oberon behind squirmed his Adam's apple and made a sound that he couldn't even believe. Awesome. ”

"yes, the incomprehensible power of death." Titania was also pale. Looking at the 'wheat field' that keeps falling ahead. Although the horn did not affect her, she still felt an unimaginable touch to witness such a staggering scale of death. The fragile touch of life.

The power of the Angel of Death is too weird and terrifying. Almost beyond the comprehension of power. He didn't have a furious and powerful attack, nor did he have an aura of incredible might. Just blew the horn and killed two-thirds of the living beings in the audience. The process of absolute and rapidity, calm and indifference, is like a program, a program that has long been written in the fate of all people, and which runs here after all.

The power of rules. From some mysterious point of view, directly call the opponent to erase.

Titania didn't quite understand this power, even though she was an incomparably powerful demon herself, and she didn't come into contact with this mysterious level. So she could only be in awe of it. And...... Bitterness.

"This guy doesn't even let go of his own people." Titania gestured to the silent battlefield below. "Babylon the Great will probably hate him to death."

"Maybe that kind of power is indiscriminate between the enemy and me." Oberon's face was black. Such a terrible and great power, of course, will be flawed. No distinction between friend or foe is just one of them, and there are other limitations.

But even that was amazing enough, just one horn killed two-thirds of the creatures present, what if it sounded again? Wouldn't almost everyone call him to kill them all? No wonder he is called the Angel of Death, and it is indeed the messenger of death. And if he was not mistaken, the main target of the trumpet sounded this time also included the Shaliyeh.

When the Angel of Death is chosen, even the higher life forms will be affected!

Looking at the dense cracks on the huge arm that supported heaven and earth in the distance, Oberon could feel a chill deep in his heart. Shaliye's magic costume was damaged......

If he still insists on coming, then the rules of this realm will intervene and exclude him completely.

Sure enough, as the horn of the Angel of Death slowly faded away, a new voice appeared in the sky, one full of anger and coldness.

"Die, you're here!"

The Angel of Death ...... "Shaliye" was still floating in mid-air, raising its skull head and silently looking at the sky. The black hole's eyes were like an abyss, and it was completely unclear what he was thinking.

"Have you finally noticed my presence?"

"But you have disobeyed the will of the Lord...... Even as an archangel, the archangel, he can't forgive. ”

The fingers, which were full of bones, touched the horn again, but the Angel of Death did not pick it up, thought about it, and let it go.

"That day hasn't come yet, Shaliye."

"Keep waiting. This senseless war must also come to an end. ”

"I will cleanse the filthy earth, as it did countless epochs ago."

"Die! You rebel! In the sky, Shaliye's voice echoed coldly. But he couldn't continue. Because at this time, his arm still decomposed, turning into countless flying points of light, completely disappearing between heaven and earth. The huge crack in the clouds was quickly closed by a mysterious force, and it was quickly restored to its original state.

The spatial rift that came from the sacrifice of many angels was forcibly closed by the power of the realm.

But the trauma of war is far from stopping.

As far as the eye can see, the battlefield is full of corpses, wreckage everywhere. The huge magic energy machine, the giant weapon of the force angel, collapsed horizontally and vertically, and the barrel still emitted a faint light smoke. Most of the combatants died, but there were still a few lucky ones who survived, staring blankly around.

The army that was still dense in the first few minutes, and a few demons who became lonely, the extreme contrast almost made people crazy. Suddenly, a demon screamed and rushed towards the Angel of Death with a weapon in his hand.

The Angel of Death was silent, allowing the demon to come near until the great battle axe slashed at him. And then another, and another. Demons, angels, and so many survivors who had been left dead by the sound of the trumpet, so they overwhelmed him layer by layer. He didn't resist, he didn't struggle. His body was torn apart by countless demons and his limbs were severed. Even the wings and white robes that symbolized majesty on the back were torn apart by demons and angels.

Eventually, all he was left was a skull, held aloft by a demon, looking at the sky.

"Death is a process, not a punishment."

"I'm just exercising the authority of the Lord and fulfilling my mission."

"Your anger and hatred have nothing to do with me."

"I will not condemn you either."

"Holiness will come eventually."

In the eye sockets, it means that the light of life is gone. The skull of the Angel of Death disintegrated, shattered, and finally turned into a puff of ash that went with the wind. The demon holding him was also stunned, he couldn't imagine that he could actually do this and actually kill that terrible demon.

God, how is this possible?

Didn't that demon just blow the horn and kill two-thirds of the living beings in the audience, enough for tens of thousands of demons and angels? How could you kill him yourself? How can you touch him?

Not only that demon, but almost all the strong people involved in revenge were stunned. Just now they were overwhelmed by anger and waved their butcher knives at the Angel of Death, but at this moment, they seemed to wake up, looking at the broken fragments in their hands, and they only felt chills all over their bodies.

Why...... That powerful being, without resistance?

Was he just killed by us?

As sudden as it appeared?

No one understands, and no one knows why this is happening. They just watched as the fragments in their hands disintegrated and vanished. The third demon, the Angel of Death, was out of their sight just as he had appeared.

At the rear of the battlefield, Babylon the Great held the open Book of Demons in his hand, and was surprised to see that the page that had appeared in the pattern was blank little by little. A mysterious force closes the pages of the book, never to be opened again.

The third demon, the Angel of Death.

When the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.

And I saw seven angels standing before God, and seven trumpets were given to them......