"Kill this guy and send your father back to peace. This is your last filial piety, and every second of this twisted thing is an insult to me. Frank said, and the two in front of him nodded at the same time.

Rogge looked warily at the two women in the same strange clothes who were blocking Frank in front of him.

"It's you, Roland, Falla, you've betrayed the gods, too?" scolded Rogge.

Frank coldly reminded, "Don't talk like that to my men, they're not who you say they are anymore." At most, they are just people with the same kind of memories, but their essence is different. ”

"I'm not going to care about this nonsense! I just want you to suffer the same pain as I do, tyrant!"

"I want you dead!"

"I want you dead!"

Rogge roared angrily, his face, which had been distorted enough, now looked like a water-soaked oil painting had been splashed with paint. The holy light that could not be seen directly came from behind him, and the two huge wings slowly opened.

The two wings looked like the wings of an old and frail eagle, and although they were still extremely powerful, they had no beauty at all.

Decayed, decadent, and distorted.

One of the most failed forms of fusion of man and angel, Frank isn't sure there is. But Frank believes that what he pinched out would definitely not be an inferior product of this grade.

The little black and white hugged each other tightly, and their lips and tongues interacted. Then the two of them burst out of pure white and pure black light wings respectively, and then the light wings wrapped the two of them and slowly floated into the air.

A large black and white ball swirled and burst out with a strong golden light, with a strong sense of ostentation and pride. The golden light completely swallowed the black and white balls, and the original blue wheat fields in the world in the painting were also dyed golden.

Rogge stood on the ground, his two wings fluttering weakly, staring at the figure in the sky in front of him, which was gradually forming in the golden light.

Twelve pairs of giant wings, followed by twelve pairs of light and shadow wings provided by the Magical Pattern. A holy and elegant countenance, perfect enough to provoke the jealousy of God. The countless demonic circuits on the body show endless power, and the demonic circuits and the corpses of the angels and the two fallen ones, the ancient Taiji of Huaxia are reconciled. The absolute monster born, the fallen Seraph, the pride.

"You're violating the realm of the gods! you're blasphemy!" Rogge said angrily, "Damn it, you're going to pay for what you've done!"

"If you don't do what you say, it's not blasphemy. Frank said with a grin: "I and your god should already have an incompatible relationship, don't be so anxious, I will quietly bury you." ”

Rog's wings flapped violently and he was about to fly in Frank's direction, but in mid-air, pride directly found him. Two guys with wings make a mess in the air.

"Damn it, I'm your real father! How dare you disobey me?"

"My father and master are all one, but it's definitely not you. You're just a twisted monster, and for the sake of your biological father, who was once half of my individual, I'm willing to settle the last misfortune of your pathetic soul. Said proudly.

Pride and laziness are souls born of their own, perhaps as the Dawnbreaker said. Everything is a given future, and the characters of the two do fulfill the characteristics of the seven deadly sins.

Frank watched the battle between the two with interest, constantly analyzing the lack of pride. Because of the production this time, there is a lack of too much information, and even the information of the angel is finally completed through the unlucky child.

However, at present, it seems that Frank's bold idea has been implemented very well, and the combat power of Pride has completely exceeded Frank's expectations.

The power of pride should already have a legendary-like power, or already a legend's destructive power. The sword in her hand burned with fire, and its twelve pairs of wings of light gave her unparalleled speed and agility, and countless demonic circuits continued to provide a variety of buffs.

"It's not a technique I teach you. Rogge roared.

"Because I taught it. Frank spoke, walking towards the small statue that he could tell at a glance that something was wrong. But a strange spatial fluctuation attached to the idol made him stop, and a magic was burned on the idol?

At this time, Rogge struggled to get rid of the pride entanglement, and rushed in the direction of Frank with his sword.

"Stay away from the statue of my god, you impudent!" Rogge roared, but Frank ignored it. Sure enough, before Rogge could rush to Frank's side, Pride rushed over first.

"Don't take your sight off me, damn bastard. Pride rebuked: "Death at my hands is the greatest honor you can imagine in this poor body, don't add to my workload!"

"My stupid daughter, you dare to speak to your father like that!" Rogge reflexively fought with Pride, but he didn't notice that as the battle progressed, the light wings behind Pride had gradually glowed and deformed.

Pride is the highest level of monster that Frank has reached so far, although his vision is slightly lacking because Frank himself did not succeed in entering the legend, but purely from the point of view of single destruction, Frank is confident that Pride will not lose to any junior legend.

What's more, as long as your deduction is correct, then you shouldn't lose to any legend after you get the power of faith in the temple and accumulate your own birth of true spirits. The True Spirit is a new system of power that does not bother with the rules, and belongs only to the person who gave birth to the True Spirit.

"Get rid of him directly, Pride. Frank said, "Don't waste everyone's time. ”

"Yes, master!" replied proudly.

When Rogge heard Frank's words, he became even more angry.

"Do you think you're going to win?"

"Nonsense, of course. Frank said unceremoniously: "As a veteran monster maker, if the quality I make can't compare to the rotten shrimp like you, I might as well die." ”

As she spoke, behind the pride, twelve pairs of light wings, with twelve pairs of light and shadow wings, slowly unfolded, and the pale golden flames on her body ignited, and the sword had disappeared, replaced by a bow condensed by flames in her hand.

"Let me send you the last elegy, the wail of the fallen—the arrow of death!" said proudly, loosening the bowstring in his hand.

That's not what I taught. Frank instantly cleared up the relationship, he had never taught such shameful lines, and his way of naming them was generally very simple, such as: Chaos Bubble, Chaos Heavy Artillery, Super Chaos Heavy Artillery, True-Chaos Cannon, Giant-Chaos Cannon.

Nothing can be solved by chaos in one shot, so we can have a few more shots.

But apparently there was no need for Rogge to mend the knife, and a faint black arrow light penetrated into his heart. His body decayed in an instant, and the feathers on the wings behind his back began to fall in large chunks.

"What the hell is this?" asked Roger dryly.

"The power of blasphemy, tailor-made for you hapless clergy, the power of the divine to judge the unbelievers, the power of blasphemy to destroy the faithful. How about the Fallen Seraphs made specifically for your temple, do you like it?" asked Frank with a smile.

Rog desperately stretched out his hand to Frank, as if trying to grab the corner of his coat, but his body gradually stiffened.

"I'm sorry, but the power of angels comes entirely from faith, but the blasphemy of depravity is the most terrible poison for the power of faith. Frank whispered.

"Goodbye Mr. Rogge, I'm going to miss you so much. Frank said sincerely, the soul fused with the angel refers to Andre, and it is almost impossible for anything other than to destroy together.

And just when Rogge slowly turned into ashes with unwillingness, a strong white light suddenly emitted from the statue, and Frank couldn't react and was directly sucked in by the white light.