There are two flowers, one on each branch. Just as the battle between the four huge floating fortresses was raging, dark clouds were gathering in the north of the main plane, the Republic of Ireland, and a huge thunderstorm was falling. In this kind of severe weather with dense lightning and lightning, most of the detection equipment of humans is simply unusable because of the overactive electromagnetic interference. In the depths of the endless thunderclouds, a massive warship is marching through the air, which is the legendary ship of Tartarus, the ship of the Flame Angel Uriel.

Urie, known as the "Flame of God" by Christianity, was originally a Greek sub-god who later joined the camp of heaven and ruled the movement of hell and the sun and planets, and was both a seraph and an angel of wisdom. The eighth chapter of the book of Revelation calls him the archangel who is in charge of the heavenly fire and the closest to God. In contrast to Raphael's image of a merry angel, Uriel is the appearance of a terrifying angry angel. At the Last Judgment, all pagan idols will be destroyed, and the righteous will be resurrected at God's command, and souls will be blown into their bodies. In hell, the torture of burning the most sinful people with eternal fire is carried out, that is, the righteous angel and the chief of hell, who is in charge of natural phenomena and the movement of the heavenly bodies. Legend has it that it was Uriel who bestowed the secret kabbalah on mortals, so during the anti-magical White Terror of the eighth century, Uriel was severely criticized by the Holy See, and later generations were able to restore power in the Church. In keeping with his image, the wise angel who guards the mouth of the Garden of Eden with the sword of fire, and the angel who watches over the thunder and lightning and terror are also considered to be Uriel's doppelgangers.

In Tartarus's iron-blooded wisdom room, Uriel closed his eyes and listened to Angel singing the hymns of war in front of him. The author of these poems was none other than Uriel, a poet who liked to improvise on the battlefield and, of course, a fierce warrior.

"Legion Commander, I have located the spatial anchor of Burroughs City on the main plane, do you want to teleport in a directional way!" a four-winged seraph appeared in the command room, his voice cold and crisp, not caring at all to disturb Uriel's Yaxing. All the angels of Purgatory who have followed Uriel on the front lines of Purgatory know it. Their legion leader, the great Flame of God, and the greatest Yaxing are war and killing.

"There is no need to doubt or worry, follow me, and all the hardships and obstacles will turn into smoke and clouds...... Burroughs, use the head of Midil to announce the coming of judgment!" Uriel waved away Angel, and his eyes slowly opened, filled with excitement.

"The warping of space begins immediately, there is our internal response inside, and the battleship will go directly into the inner harbor of Burroughs. Uriel slowly got to his feet, three pairs of huge wings spread out behind him, and the flames of purgatory burned on the fiery red wings. Several neat angels in white quickly dressed for it, and a war hammer full of sulfur was also carried in front of him by ten power angels, "All the troops are ready, follow me directly into the Atrium of Burroughs, as long as you dig out that gem, this battle can be over...... And the great war can come!"

"Yes!" replied sneadly, slamming his right hand into a fist and pounding his chest, before turning and going out to give orders.

"The sky is falling, the flames are rushing, the earth is crying in pain, and in the smoke of gunpowder, I walk with my steps...... Ah, war, the war of the Last Judgment, you smell so fragrant!" Uriel lifted the heavy hammer in one hand and strode out of the command room, full of fanaticism.

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The thick fog on the outskirts of Windhorn Island had become so shallow that it was almost nothing, and a barren island littered with corpses revealed its form. The entire island appears to be made of corpses, with only a large grimace cave in the middle of the island. In the grimace's wide open mouth, the Death God Pill slowly walked out with heavy steps. In his hand, Brionak, the sharpshooter, trembled violently, ready to break out of his grip at any moment, wanting to return to his true master. Without the help of Wind Horn Island, the Grim Reaper was unable to suppress the artifact in his hand.

Ruger...... What a good calculation, did you deliberately use this thing to lock my position!" Dan finally came back to his senses from his desire for the sharpshooter, his eyes full of coldness. The floating fortress that he had painstakingly built for thousands of years was constantly wailing, and several warships full of gold-armored soldiers in the sky had begun to prepare for landing, and his heart was full of resentment.

"Unleash all the Legions of Bones and buy as much time as you can!" Dan whispered to a few of the lichs around him.

"Lord of Death, you won't be disappointed!" the lich said goodbye, as an ultimate form of a necromancer, these were all hardcore powers that Dan had built single-handedly, but at this time he had to give up.

"Since I can't get it, don't think about it......" Dan glanced at the sharpshooter in his hand in annoyance, and turned to walk towards a corner of Windhorn Island.

The interior of Windhorn Island is cold and damp, and the rudimentary rock walls have been carved out to resemble a tomb. There was already a fierce shout of killing from above, but Dan turned a deaf ear and hurried downward. There are several Grim Reaper's boats, small boats woven from dead men's fingernails and hung with broken sails woven from dead men's hair, which is known in Western European mythology as a ferryman for souls.

The Grim Reaper carved a haunting circle into a ship with his massive scythe, and then sealed the unruly spear from it. The seal trembled rapidly, apparently unable to bind the spear for long.

"Go, go into the depths of the void, go to a place where no one can find you, wander in the gap between time and space, and no one will be able to find you......" Death muttered to himself, and kicked the boat out. He walked to the other one, and there were already countless sailors on the boat on which he was standby.

"Finn, I have protected you from the threat of the gods, and now it's time for you to repay me!" the Grim Reaper said coldly to the sailors.

Countless sailors in soul shackles glanced at the Grim Reaper indifferently, and raised their heads of hatred, "Dan, if enslavement is also a shelter, I would rather choose to die freely!"

"Hehe, listen to the commotion outside, the servants of Ruger and Morrigan are trying to destroy all of me. Do you want to fall into their hands...... Do you think?" said Dan, pointing frantically to where he had come, and growled, "Fall into their hands, and guess what these guys will do to you?"

"It can't get worse than now!" Finn snorted disdainfully.

"......" Death God Dan was stunned for a moment, realizing that he might have been too vicious in oppressing these warriors over the years, but he was now able to escape by continuing their strength, "Okay, I can make a contract with you, as long as I help me escape, I will set you free!"