Chapter 770: Fallen Angel

In Avril's eyes, there was a five-colored brilliance, and in the depths of her pupils, you could see a five-colored golden lotus, which was slowly rotating. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This effect lasted for about three minutes before the brilliance gradually dissipated, and Avril's eyes returned to normal.

She rubbed her eyes, got up from the ground, and stretched out her palm a little strangely: "I'm ...... this"

Not only her, but even I could feel that her soul had changed dramatically.

Because her heavenly soul is placed in the heart of the book, I can feel that a secret connection has formed between me and her.

It's a bit like the connection between a corpse servant and its master, but it's completely different.

If I had to describe it, it would be...... The relationship between the monarch and the courtier.

Loyal.

Absolute loyalty.

Yes.

From another point of view, the current Avril is actually an "angel".

I, the messenger of the demigods.

"You go to the old turtledove and let him try it to see if the spiritual imprint of the iron hand can be applied to you. I said.

The current Avril, although she doesn't know any spells, is not inferior to the pinnacle-peak master among the human race, that is, the existence of the vampire earl.

Avril nodded, opened the door and left.

Now, she and I are in the same boat, and the relationship between her and the old turtledove is no longer close.

At this time, in the heart of the book, the heavenly soul about the judgment angel has also been generated.

I opened the book, and I heard an indignant voice: "Heretic, heretic, you don't want to change my faith!

Convert?

Fallen Angels?

I seem to ...... Not intently, right?

I tried to look through the memories of the Angel of Judgment and found another interesting thing.

Legend has it that gods and demons have been fighting for thousands of years, each with their own victories and defeats.

Among them, the angels of God, that is, angels, have been entrenched in the world for thousands of years, and it is inevitable that some angels who are not firm enough in their beliefs have been tempted by the devil and caused the seven original sins, thus becoming fallen angels and loyal to the devil.

After becoming a fallen angel, the power of the angel will change from light to darkness, and the wings will also change from wings to flesh wings, and the strength will even increase significantly.

I picked up the heart of the book and placed it on the head of the little bones, trying to inject the soul that had been changed into its body.

When the soul is fully infused, the small bone eyeballs move and "live".

Behind her, wisps of black light appeared, and with a "snort", two pitch-black flesh wings were stretched out.

Fallen - Fallen Angels.

"The hosts. She got down on one knee and saluted me.

Then, her countenance suddenly distorted, and in a tone of extreme disgust, she said again: "Evil god, you can't succeed!"

The bones do not have a soul, so the soul of the angel is neither devoured nor merged, but directly inherited.

She has all the memories and personality of the Angel of Judgment, but she is at my disposal.

The legendary "involuntarily", that's it.

And before, the undead creature Osteolet, strictly speaking, had been completely replaced by the Angel of Judgment.

Because of the undead, it is absolutely impossible to have a soul.

It's like a living person replacing a robot.

The two have become one.

"Really?" I laughed, reaching out to pick up the Angel of Judgment, oh no, it should be called the jaw of the Fallen Angel now, "Angel, it should be an emotionless war machine, but you have feelings. Since there are feelings, it is inevitable that you will fall, and sooner or later. ”

"Impossible!" she replied to me in a righteous tone: "humility, integrity, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul!"

At present, the strong enemy is not afraid, resolute and loyal, and would rather die than give in! Every angel will abide by it and will remember it!"

But when she said this, there was a black light surging on her body, and she never regained the holy light.

Her face gradually changed.

My fingers, slid over her chin, told her, "Angel, your God, has forsaken you." Now, stand up, obey my commands, and disappear in front of me. ”

"Alien God, you will eventually be purified by the Lord!" Angel said through gritted teeth, and then stood up involuntarily, and her figure flickered and entered a state of invisibility.

Her current state is a typical "mouth says no, but body is very honest".

It's extreme.

I feel like I've become a little wicked.

Perhaps, it was influenced by the wisp of demonic nature in the five-colored golden lotus.

Sometimes demonic, sometimes Buddha, will it be schizophrenic?

I laughed, shook my head, opened the door, and went to look for the old turtledove.

From Angel's memories just now, I already know that the so-called Lord in her mouth has not shown miracles for thousands of years.

According to her feelings, the Lord seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Even these angels, who have fallen into the world, have no way to contact the Lord.

Even she herself had forgotten how she had come to earth from heaven.

I only know that I grew up in the Pope and was born an angel.

Because angels, like humans, will also grow old and die.

It's just that this aging process will slow down several times.

When the strength is raised to the Holy Rank, the angel can even survive for a thousand years.

Then death, according to the Pope, returns to Heaven, to the Lord.

Seemingly...... There are a lot of secrets in this.

I had a vague feeling as if I had seen some kind of essence.

From this point of view, even the messenger of God, as long as he accepts the human body, there is no way to escape the rules of the world.

Unless no human body is used.

A thousand years seems to be the limit of the human body.

Since there has been no "god" for thousands of years, then I am relieved.

......

In Old Turtledove's room, Iron Hand and Avril sat facing each other, each closing their eyes.

I stood in front of Avril and through a divine glance, I could see that there was a strange pattern in her mind.

This pattern is linked to a certain pattern in Iron Hand's mind.

It's a bit like the magic circle I once arranged in the big bones and small bones and brain, one yin and one yang, one positive and one negative.

But compared to the circle I arranged, it was much more profound.

It seems that each spell inheritance has its own unique secret method, and if I have time, perhaps, I can study this spiritual imprint well.

The old turtledove sat cross-legged on a ball of grass, looking a little tired.

Seeing me, he smiled reluctantly and nodded: "It's okay, within 5 years, the iron hand will definitely obey Avril's orders." ”

I nodded, walked over to Iron Hand, flipped my fingers, and with a few "clicks", I restored all his unloaded bones. (To be continued.) )