The advent of the abyss consciousness frightened the will of the world in this direction to shrink, and he no longer dared to show his head, but it saved Carlo a lot of trouble.

Carlo felt the new demon body, and the surging and powerful evil aura around him gathered into a tide, and he fell his gaze back to the ground with a smile, as if he was expecting something.

It's time for some guys to come in, too.

The fireworks that raged when Carlo was promoted burned half of Constantine into ruins, especially the circle that radiated around him, was scorched black.

In the midst of the charred ruins, a corpse that had been burned so that it could not be seen could not be seen to be shaped, and it fell apart with a "bang".

A faint golden light came out of it, and at the same time, in the innermost part of the Cathedral of Constantine, the magnificent and tall statue of the Holy Father, countless cobweb-like cracks appeared on its body, and then it shattered violently, and a pale golden light flew out.

The two golden rays of light were like fireflies, chasing each other, intertwining, and merging, and an extremely vast and majestic divine aura suddenly burst out, and the golden-white light filled the entire sky.

Carlo squinted at the center of the light, where a faint shadow emerged, three times the size of a human, with a wing-like silhouette behind it.

Angel.. It's not the first time Carlo has met.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

One, two, three.. Three pairs of wings, Seraphim Angel!

Carlo's first instinct was to turn around and run, but he quickly sensed something was wrong.

He had seen Seraphim in a bloody battle, and the vast aura was not comparable to the one in front of him at all, and with the level of tolerance of this plane, it was absolutely impossible for a strong man at the Seraphim level to come down like this.

There is no rift in space, there is no rejection of the will of the world...

When the light dissipated, the divine image in it was fully revealed to Carlo.

Handsome and uncast, slender and toned figure, holding a holy sword in his right hand and a shield in his left, his eyes are indifferent, and his wings are blazing.

He can't help but make people think of perfection, power, supreme, sacred... These words.

The believers who had fled in all directions also saw the angel coming, and gathered back one after another, and fell to their knees, chanting the name of the Father, with devotion and zeal.

Carlo couldn't help but laugh.

The image of this seraphim seems to be bright and powerful, but in fact, even the body is translucent and illusory, like a projection.

Moreover, his aura is very subtle, surpassing the legend but not departing from the legend.

Carlo guessed that this should be the back hand left by Heaven, and the world rules of this plane would not allow the emergence of level powers above the legendary.

The strength of the half-step leader level happens to step on the psychological bottom line of the world rules, and if you take a step further, you will be expelled.

Under normal circumstances, this strength is enough to solve any trouble for the Holy See, but unfortunately, it ran into Carlo.

After the Abyssal Will descended, the World Will decisively made a shrinking turtle and kept a blind eye to Carlo's existence.

Of course, if Carlo continues to be unscrupulous, sooner or later the will of the world will reappear, but, at least for now, he is a disruptor who wanders outside the rules, in the words of Carlo's previous life, a bug-like existence.

Here and now, Carlo is invincible.

"I heard.." Carlo looked at the angel in front of him playfully, and said, "All angels are born in the reincarnation pool of heaven, there is no gender distinction, and there is no fertility... It's all a bunch of emasculated bastards!"

"You have insulted the glory of Heaven...", the projection angel was obviously not very intelligent, but was also completely enraged by Carlo's words, "I will execute you on behalf of the Holy Light.."

"Really?" said Carlo with a sinister smile on his face, "I see you've been castrated more than just below..."

Carlo's words were vicious, not only because of his natural aversion to heaven as a demon, but also because he still remembered being frightened by a four-winged angel and running away.

If you can beat you, you will be tortured and humiliated, if you can't beat you, you will run away, and when you can beat you, you will come back to torture you and humiliate you, if you can't beat you, you will first find a weaker kindred than you to torture and humiliate...

For the devil, bullying the small, bullying the weak, and the eyes will be retributed... These are good virtues that are worthy of praise.

The Seraphim had an angry look on his face, he slowly raised his hand, and the dazzling holy light converged on the sword, and the sky was bright, and an ethereal and holy chant sounded.

But the next moment, he suddenly lost his target, and Carlo's figure disappeared without a trace.

"Look back. Baby.." A gloomy laugh rang out behind him, and the angel turned his head suddenly, but a pair of large hands were already gripping his wings tightly.

Carlo's hands were clasped on the light wings behind the angel, the touch was not very good, there was a bit of an unreal feeling, but his five fingers like a sharp blade were still deeply buckled into the light wings.

At the same time, pale blue flames rose from his body, and the strange light of the fire reflected his cheeks hideously.

Promoted to the boss level, the demon's body was strengthened again, and Carlo's figure was a whole lot taller than the angel, and he carried the angel in his hand like a chicken cub.

Carrying its wings, its large, pincer-like hands slammed into force.

"Tear pull.."

The scene seemed to recur again, a beautiful wing of light was ripped off by Carlo, and shattered into a little golden light in the void.

"It's much more refreshing than tearing the Pope apart."

Carlo laughed wildly, his hand on and off, and the second wing of light was torn off by him.

The four-winged angel felt no pain, but was surrounded by a deep sense of humiliation in his heart, and he held the holy sword upside down and stabbed Carlo in the backhand.

The demonic wings behind Carlo's back flapped like a giant axe, slicing off the angel's sword-wielding arm.

It can't even resist.

Carlo grinned and continued.

Three-winged angel, two-winged angel..

Soon, the back of the originally mighty Seraphim became bare, all the light wings were torn off, and the divine and supreme momentum was gone, looking extremely miserable.

The little monster flapped its wings and howled frantically underneath, cheering for Carlo, with cruel, twisted, and painful looks in its eyes, while the believers of the Holy See looked desperate, and the faith in their hearts was gradually crumbling...

"You will howl in the scorching light for ten days and ten nights, and you will eventually die."

A hint of anger flashed in the embarrassed angel's eyes, and his face was resolute, as if he had made up some kind of determination, and abruptly gave up resistance.

Carlo frowned slightly, and the next moment, his face changed, his flesh wings flapped, and the whole person disappeared in place.

An intense white light erupted from the angel's body, illuminating the dim sky incomparably brighter.

"Bang!"

When the dignity of the Divine Name was constantly insulted, and it was unable to resist, it finally chose to blow itself up.

When the dazzling white light dissipated, the evil aura that had been purified once again flowed back, and Carlo's figure appeared in the sky above Constantine, the violent and fierce look on his face slowly converged, his face was calm, only his eyes still looked extremely gloomy.