What does an angel in this world look like?

Charles didn't know.

But he knew what the possessed angel looked like.

After the spiritual vision technique was turned on, the middle-aged black man standing in the middle of the road not far away suddenly burst into bursts of white light, the outline of his facial features was basically the same as the appearance of his body, and he was carrying a pair of dazzling and illusory wings behind him.

This is not to say that the angel really looks exactly like the black man, but that the spirit is attached to the body and has to change—as Charles once did, a spirit that has no real fixed form can be changed by external forces.

The angel possessed the human being, so it became the human appearance, but it is difficult to say what it will look like after it is separated.

The number of wings is even more uncertain, and it is said that the two wings appear only because they are limited by their shells.

Charles was intrigued by it, but he didn't have time to think about it right now.

The guy in the way might have thought that Charles didn't know his true identity, and although he sneered, he didn't show any hostility.

It's not clear what the hell is thinking, but he stands there as if he is ready to stop the car and then probably make a speech.

In response, Charles stepped on the accelerator to the end.

The black Dodge 1969 roared hoarsely, and the suddenly increased "throttle" made the car spin in place and even flirt sharply for a moment, and the sound seemed sharp and harsh. Immediately, this special muscle car from hell rushed and fired like a cannonball that had been stocked up!

In a flash of lightning, under the surprise on the other party's round, black rumbling face, Dodge descended in front of him like lightning!

The speeding sedan brought a strong wind to his face, and if he had hair, the other party might be messy in the wind, but unfortunately he didn't.

So only the hem of the suit that was buttoned on his stomach kept shaking and hunting.

At the same time, normal people will definitely panic and dodge this kind of collision.

However, this one in front of me is not normal.

In the face of the rushing black car, although the other party was surprised, he was still quite calm.

He's an angel!

In just two seconds, the car rushed in front of him from the bend in the mountain road, but without any movement, the approaching roaring monster suddenly slowed down!

It's like a human body that was falling rapidly in the sky and suddenly fell into the water.

No, it can't be said to be in the water, because this sudden change is slower than falling into the water.

It's like time suddenly stops around!

The picture of birds soaring in the sky is frozen, only the air around the car ripples with undetectable ripples, and the wind blowing away makes the other party's eyes narrow, and the eyes that emerge from the gap look very disdainful.

So the black car, which was originally close, less than a meter away, and could be knocked away in just an instant, was violently swept away!

The violent power erupted in the body of the middle-aged man in the black suit, and as soon as the pure, vast mental power appeared, it was like an extreme storm that knocked the car back into the air! Tumbling in the air, with strong winds, a lot of dirt and dust, and a sign on the side of the road that says Welcome to Rosslyn!

The driver's seat was in turmoil, the Nightmare Beast's engine was constantly "roaring" as if it were screaming, and the sound of the windshield shattering was clearly audible.

The surrounding "car body" is endless, the wind outside the car is poured into the ears, and the world in front of you is constantly turned upside down.

It was a slow thing to say, but it was actually very fast, and it only took about five or six seconds for the car to suddenly accelerate and crash away, to the time it was swept back by a violent force.

At least that's what the black angels think.

Standing on the road between the mountains and forests, looking at the black car rolling in the air, he didn't notice that a gold-edged card was blown away from the window of the car and disappeared along the wind, or he saw it, and he only ignored the garbage that unconsciously appeared in the car.

The sedan finally crashed into the mountain at the bend of the black angel two hundred meters away, and with a bang, it rolled up and fell to the ground, and with a bang, it slid on the concrete surface and made a sharp delivery sound, and the sparks bloomed and splashed, and finally with a loud bang, it was stopped by the railing on the other side of the road.

As far as the eye can see, the glass is broken, the body is dented and overturned, and the Dodge 1969, which has just been brand new and shiny, has almost turned into a pile of broken copper and iron, only the faint beep of the horn still shows that the car is still "alive".

Seeing this, the black angel stepped closer.

However, when he arrived at the car, all he saw was a miserable-looking car, and no target was found in the upside-down cab!

"Interesting."

Muttering, he raised his eyes to scan the surroundings, and his sturdy body in a black suit disappeared at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

When it reappears, you reach the top of a hill located diagonally above the road.

Looking down, his keen gaze penetrating the dense green forest, a figure in a special tuxedo faintly came into view—the one who seemed to be leaning back against a poplar tree at the moment, cautiously turning his head around.

"Do you think you'll get away with me? Stupid humans. ”

With a disdainful snort, the angel had gone from the top of the mountain to the shade of the trees in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of the human necromancer.

"Compared to the other wizards of your human race, you're one of the toughest ones."

Looking at the "panicked" young human in front of him, the black angel named Urrell said this, and then added consciously and humorously: "However, difficult humans are generally not lovable. ”

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to solve the goal in front of him, and he didn't think that this young man could do him any harm, in fact, if he was based on his age, he was even tens of millions of times the guy in front of him.

……

Long ago, however, Charles understood one thing.

Age is not an indication of strength.

Leaning back against the stiff, slightly cold poplar trunk, Charles only winked at the words of the black angel in front of him, and then moved his footsteps to reveal the trunk behind him and a special symbol outlined in blood on the trunk.

"If I didn't know about the Angel Expulsion Talisman, I really couldn't do anything about you."

As he spoke, he slammed his blood-stained left hand at the blood symbol on the trunk, to which Yurrell's face changed, and he immediately opened his eyes in anger without thinking about it.

The power of the furious mind reappeared in an instant, and under the dull and violent wind, the soil splashed, directly blowing away the poplars in front of you, as well as the soft leaves around the ground!

Under normal circumstances, in the face of this kind of near-instantaneous and large-scale impact, Charles estimated that there was no way to deal with it, but unfortunately, Urrill did not realize that there were several pinched sparrows behind him.

He didn't even care about the classical, sharp dagger that Charles held upside down in his right hand.

So just as his mental power exploded, Charles, who had been prepared, instantly appeared behind the black angel, his arm was across his chest, the dagger in his hand was held upside down, and he slashed the target's side neck without hesitation!

The angel's possession has a keen senses, so despite Charr's speed, he is still noticed by Yuriel.

Although he was a little caught off guard, Yuriel didn't take the attack of the mortal behind him very seriously.

Even if the dagger was sharp enough to cut through the joints of the bones, what was the use of cutting off the entire head of his "man"?

He could still take it back effortlessly without the slightest damage.

"Fools trying to struggle."

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he felt a chill in his neck.

The dagger was incredibly sharp, cutting diagonally along the carotid artery in his neck, cutting off his entire head in an instant.

That's not a problem.

The problem is, at the same time, he felt himself kicked hard in the ass!

At the moment when the head is separated from the neck, the timing is just right!

So, the headless corpse in the suit rushed forward, and a black, round rumbling head with a white wound was caught in Charles's hands.