Chapter 164

Bill didn't sleep all night excited about his whimsy, and hurried to the lab in the morning, where he saw Bian's eyes red and he couldn't help but gasp for breath with excitement.

Tian had seen too much of this crazy look at the Institute.

Bill checked that Tien's body was in good condition before Lord Rossetti came, and he didn't dare to report some minor flaws. He must have been punished.

Soon, a light door opened in the center of the hall without warning. A middle-aged mage dressed in the usual white coat of the institute stepped out of it.

The head of the Bloodline Research Room, the seventeenth-level Sanctuary Mage, Rossetti, is here.

As soon as Rossetti appeared, he walked straight to Thien on the test bench, and Bill followed in small steps, respectfully handing over the data report of the past few days.

Rossetti took a glance at the page, and Lei Ling hurriedly read the report and returned it to Bill.

"I said, there is an experiment today, why do you have to go out and get hurt. Your freedom is based on my tolerance and your obedience. ”

"It's already good, it won't have any effect. Lying on the test bench, Tien looked at the ceiling and replied indifferently.

Rossetti's eyes froze, scanning Tien's body. His eyes were like substance, and Tian gritted his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat, refusing to let out a cowardly cry of pain.

"Good. Rossetti praised coldly, and he didn't know whether it was to praise Tien's will or body.

"Today will seal a two-winged angel into your body and give it to the Demon Tree to control. ”

While Rossetti told him about today's experiment, his assistant stepped forward to remove Gian's clothes and draw a supporting circle on his body.

"Are you kidding? The Light of Order coexists with the Demon of Chaos? It's not much better than the transition between life and death. Could it be that the transformation of life and death has been completed?"

"On the day when the transformation of life and death is completed, the three gods of death will come in person, even the ancient god of death Jeger will personally descend to earth, and at the same time face the four gods of death with powerful divine powers, do they dare to complete it?"

Rossetti inherited the mage's disrespectful disrespect for the gods, and showed it, scorning the mages of his own camp.

"If it is your will that controls the bloodline of the Devouring Lord in your body and restrains the Demon Tree, maybe it can be done. ”

"Okay, prepare well on your side, if you succeed, your power will increase in steps, and you will show your true power to everyone in the human kingdom without any scruples. ”

Rossetti walked over to another ceremonial altar that had already been prepared, while three assistants stood beside him.

Bill was only a level 10 mage, and he couldn't participate in it yet, so he could only watch from the side.

What a great experience it was to summon an angel and seal him away.

"The central magic net, open the heavenly passage, reverse and protect against evil. ”

"Yes, honorable Lord Rossetti. ”

Rossetti stood by the ceremonial altar lit with holy candles, opening her mouth to chant a high aria.

The assistants chanted along with the voice, weaving sacred hymns.

The benevolent aura of the Sevenfold Heavenly Mountain descended from the sky, illuminating the altar, and it seemed that countless cherubs were singing in the holy light, gradually merging with Rossetti's chanting.

The celestial passage on the altar grew larger and larger, and three angels in white wings fell at the same time.

In the center is a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, a cold woman with red hair and golden eyes on the right, and an angel with a mastiff head and a human body on the left.

They were armed with swords, horns, and sticks. They are the Angels of Light, the Angels of the Trumpet, and the Angels of Mastiff's Head

Rossetti frowned, why did there come out of three, and all of them were fifteenth-level Yakong Divine Clans.

After the death of the believers of the good gods, the souls return to the kingdom of the Lord to become supplicants, and continue to fight for their gods, their strength is strong enough, and their faith is strong enough to be transformed into angels, or the best of the angels, the leader template, called the Akong gods.

"It's you filthy mages again!" The Holy Light Angel led by him was not angry and arrogant, and it seemed that it was not the first time he had experienced being summoned by a mage.

"We have too many brothers and sisters who have been lured by you to fall, and Heavenly Mountain will one day break through your filthy institute. The angel of light unceremoniously drew his sword, the horn angel blew the horn, and the mastiff-headed angel took the lead in attacking.

Rossetti waved his hand to close the celestial passage, the Horn Angel is the top bard, giving teammates various buffs, giving negative spells to enemies, and a single horn can throw more than a dozen different spells at different people at the same time, which is quite difficult.

"Divide them in the central net. Send one to the director of our institute, leave the Angel of Light, and give the rest to whoever is free!"

"Yes, Lord Rossetti. ”

The mastiff-headed angel is the first to disappear, followed by the horn angel.

The Royal Research Institute is the Super Mage Tower, and it is easy for the central magic net to bind the two sub-Kong gods.

The Holy Light Angel slashed through the shackles on his body with a sword, and the Horn Angel gave him various increases at the first time, and his strength was infinitely close to that of the four-winged angel of the Holy Domain rank.

The Akong Protoss are born with super high magic resistance to spells, and are immune to lightning and petrified spells. There is also an anti-demon enchantment blessed by horn angels on the body, the spell is invalid, and the energy shield is protected.

The central magic net rains down layers of spells, spells, and bindings, reversing to protect against evil, preventing the Holy Light Angels from breaking free from their shackles and killing all sides.

Just as the Angel of Light was about to break through the small altar, Rossetti, who had gained time, seemed to be in this space, not in this plane.

It's so close, but it seems to be far away.

"Demon Duncan Cleavage. ”

The vast magic light rushed towards the angel of light like a torrent.

The Angel of Light was touched by this magic light, and the spells on his body cracked and dissipated layer by layer, and even his weapons and clothes lost their light.

It is a ninth-level spell that specializes in breaking spell defenses and can destroy even low-level artifacts, Demon Duncan Cleavage.

All of a sudden, the naked Angel of Holy Light, his strength fell directly back to level fifteen, his wings also lost their color, and even his ability to fly was lost, and he landed on the altar.

Chains stretched out from the altar to try to entangle, and Rossetti relied on the magic pool to supply the magic power, and one brilliant spell after another came out of his hands, showing his assistants the charm of ninth-level spells.

"The plane is collapsing!" The space around the Yakong Protoss collapsed layer by layer without shattering, and all the dimensional anchors that solidified and forbade teleportation were studied, but the Yakong Protoss also had the ability to hide themselves in the local dimensional space and resist any attacks.

"Dazzling glory!" A spell that can only rob the eyesight of evil creatures, and the mages of the Sanctuary can deprive even the eyesight of good creatures in the heavenly realm, and half of the angel's strange abilities are in their eyes. The invisible Angel of Light roared in grief and anger.

"High Spell!" A series of rotten spells fell on the Angel of Light, who fell to his knees and spat out foul-smelling black blood.

"Energy absorption technique!" The fifteenth-level Holy Light Angel's momentum declined one after another, and the power on his body was extracted into a ball of light and fell into Rossetti's hands, which was rubbed by Rossetti and thrown back into the Holy Light Angel who fell to the thirteenth level.

"Seal!" The Angel of Light was forced to kneel on the ritual altar by his own power, his hands behind his back, his wings folded and encircled, unable to struggle any longer.

Even with the help of the magic power of the research institute, Rossetti, who had cast five ninth-level spells in a row, came back from the dimensional space and stood in front of the Holy Light Angel.

The clouds are light and the wind is light, calm and elegant.