"Although I don't have a name, I am better than the shadow of Your Excellency," said the white-robed bishop in a disdainful tone, "You were the shadow of Samael before, and you are still my shadow, although I am only a substitute, but I can inherit the position and title of the Angel of Death, and you are still only the shadow Azlar. ”

"Shut up, you bastard who doesn't even want to look at your own father, disappear with Baichu!" Azlar's scar was torn open, and he became enraged, the eyes on his back wings were completely open, and black rays of light shot out like sharp arrows, rushing towards the white-robed bishop who had inherited Samael's name in front of him.

However, Samael in front of him seemed to know it for a long time, and at the same time as Azrael's winged eyes opened, the wrinkled eyes on his head opened at the same time, and a blood-red shield protected his body. When the black rays from Azraar hit the blood-colored shield, it was like ordinary light shining on a mirror, refracting in all directions, causing no harm to Samael.

Samael sneered and said, "Azrael, don't think that you can kill Baichu and think that there is no one among us who is your opponent except Michael. The reason why Baichu is regarded as the strongest under Michael-sama is because of his reputation, not because of his strength, and just to deal with one Baichu and rely on the help and sneak attack of others, such a result is not something to be proud of. "Hmph! Indeed, not to be proud of, but you are as arrogant and stupid as Baiqiu, and I am not attacking you. In the face of Samael's taunt, Azlar was not angry at all, but even the anger just now seemed to dissipate, only to see him point behind Samael and sneer.

Samael's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see that all the black light that had been refracted just now was concentrated on the unsuspecting subordinates behind him, and the black light quickly spread from their wounds. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped his whole body and finally turned into a pile of ashes. Just as Samael turned his head, Azlar pulled out a sword with a damaged tip and a thunderbolt entwined with lightning from his heart, and slashed at Samael's head.

Samael also sensed that something was wrong, and his body shook, and the white robe covering his body immediately bulged. Dozens of chains burst out of the robes, tearing them to shreds, revealing the blood-colored armor within. The blood-red chains formed a sturdy net behind Samael, just enough to block Azlar's long sword, but the lightning on the sword attacked him directly through the chains, causing him to let out a scream, and the whole person was beaten out and fell heavily in the desert below.

"Bastard, you're too tender. Azrael hurried out. Without the slightest intention of stopping, he rushed to Samael, who had not yet struck him just now, and raised the long sword in his hand. Hacked down. At this moment, the sword was not only attached to the lightning, but also a black death ray unique to the Angel of Death, if it was struck, Samael in front of him would definitely follow in the footsteps of his predecessor.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air between the two, and at the same time, a very soft light pushed outward, lightly blocking Azlar's attack and pushing him away more than ten meters away. As the light that enveloped the figure dissipated, Raphael, dressed in an Arab woman's burqa, stood here. Turning his head to look at the two, he said calmly, "It's time for the two of you to stop!"

"Raphael, I thought you wouldn't come out!" Azrael clenched the lightning sword in his hand, looked at Raphael vigilantly, and said, "Do you want to join forces with this bastard against me and let the Eastern and Western churches enter a fist war, or ......"

"You should know that I will neither help him nor you. Raphael looked at his former companion calmly. A green light spat out of his hand, covering Samael, neutralizing the lightning power that had invaded Samael's body, and then said: "Little Samael, get up! ”

As soon as Raphael's words fell, Samael, who seemed defenseless, rose from the ground, turned around, and gathered blood-colored chains with his armor, wrapping around his body and wings. It looks like a stone sculpture of an angel of atonement in a church.

"Lord Raphael. If you don't come out to stop the talk. Our atonement for his sins can make him disappear completely. Samael turned to look at Raphael. Azrael looked at him again. He said coldly: "And how can a lightning sword that has lost its core power cause damage to the Seraph. ”

Azrael sneered, "Seraph, when can a half-blood bastard be included in the Seraph?" Raphael. Could it be that Michael that guy is so hungry that he thinks that he is the Lord when he uses these half-blood mongrels to make a new land and create a zào seven angels. Just wait for Lord Gabriel to master the origin of that divine domain. All of you will submit to the feet of your lords. ”

Not to be outdone, Samael retorted, "Hmph! He was formerly an Atlantea. ”

"You're looking for death!" Azlar's eyes showed a desperate expression. He had just put down his sword and raised it again. Samael was not to be outdone. The chains on his body are like the arms of an octopus. Spread out. Always ready to fight back.

Then. Raphael stood somewhere in between. He stopped: "You must have come here for the sake of the thing in the hands of the three goddesses. If you don't want to know whose hands it is now. I also save myself from offending that person. It's time to go back to the UK now. Live my peaceful life. ”

"Did the three goddesses really violate the agreement and hand over the golden scroll to the others?" Azlar's eyes narrowed slightly. Look at Raphael. He asked, "Why don't you stop it, don't you know how important that golden scroll is to us?"

Samael stood up for Raphael and said, "Hmph! I guess it's important to Gabriel! After all, Gabriel is the only one among us who can read the golden scroll." ”

"I stopped! It's just that the other side is too strong, and my men are all wiped out, and I can't compete with it at all. Raphael paused, and said in a deep voice: "Presumably you should also know about the nine supreme divine envoys of the South American Incas! With the strength of you and me, we may only be able to injure or repel one or two of them, but we can't kill him, that person killed one of the earth divine envoys with only one move, how do you think I should stop it?"

"What?" said Azrael and Samael in shock at the same time, and blurted out in surprise.