Meteors fell, with blood, holy light, and fragments,

Khan Rongpa stood on the long steps of the main temple, looking up at the sky, his face gloomy, and finally, no longer hesitating, thinking about the main hall, this corridor had been walked countless times, and in a moment, he came to the statue.

"My lord, great Lord of nature, hear my prayers......" he began to pray, his voice falling silently in the hall.

The black sun radiates brilliance, countless positive energy, shooting out from the sun, powerful positive energy is churning, and the flames are in various forms, like fountains, like vines.

In an instant, a little burst open, and countless energies started a torrent of energy.

In the center of the sun, in a huge whirlpool, there is a palace, in which a dragon surrounded by countless chains roars angrily.

"Damn angels, they're coming again, I'm going to kill them all!"

Then, he roared angrily: "Damn fruit, if only I could control it, damn it, why do I feel its binding force stronger again?"

Because of the shackles of the chains, the black dragon who wanted to struggle out and give those angels a fatal blow had to retract depressedly, and his tone was naturally angry.

I saw that it was densely wrapped around its body, and the chains that had been strangled into its skin at this time flashed with divine light, in fact, this was not only its chains, but also the source of its power.

The two forces of black and red are constantly entangled, which looks very eye-catching and very weird.

The black dragon is still in the prime of life, but the years it has experienced have been very long, and even the black dragon himself has forgotten how many years he has spent here.

"Ah, I really want to go out, I really want to eat them, how long has it been since I've eaten a meal? It seems like a long time, hasn't it? How long has it been since I have eaten angels? It seems like a long time, right? Alas, I really miss that taste. The bright red tongue licked his mouth covetously, and the black dragon's anger immediately changed into a good mood after recalling some wonderful memory.

It was constantly dripping, obviously immersed in some wonderful feeling that could not be spoken.

The attack technique of divine thunder is not inexhaustible for it, and after sending two divine thunders in a row just now, it began to fall into the verge of drowsiness.

However, it soon forcibly freed itself from this sleepiness: "No, I can't sleep now, I want to rest, I want to accumulate divine strength and wait for the next attack!"

It was the first time he hated drowsiness like this, and the black dragon couldn't help but curse.

At this time, the angels were already descending from the clouds.

The chariot of calories fell, and the cries of the mountains were clearly heard in the ears of the sky, and all around were angels, who hovered in groups on the periphery, and the holy light rippled like water, and the ripples swung in circles.

At this moment, in the dark sun, thunder sounded again, and the sound of thunder shook between the sky and the earth.

"Boom!" Heaven and earth exploded, divine thunder and holy power collided, and even a rapidly rotating storm appeared, and countless angels were torn to pieces.

The Sixth Army Corps had already lost most of it.

Kalu was unmoved: "Glorious warriors, rush down, descend to the earth, kill all the false gods and evil priests, and sprinkle the glory of the Lord on the earth!"

The sound of thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the angel's horn sounded again.

At this time, Sipol was in shock.

The three divine thunders, the 300,000 angels of the Sixth Legion, have already killed most of them?

What a terrifying power.

But at this moment, the seraphim heard the command and the trumpet, and out of the devotion of the believers and the angel's response, it roared like all the angels around it, vigorously agitated its flesh wings, waved the long sword in its hand, and threw itself to the ground.

"Kill, kill all the false gods and evil priests!"

Many territories on the ground have been attacked by angels.

One by one, angels descended from the sky, which greatly frightened people.

The ordinary people were already frightened, and they hid one after another, and most of the people were safe, except for those who had suffered unjustified disasters.

The target of the angels is not them, the target of the angels is the false gods and armies in those territories, and the false god priests in the territories!

Once these people were met by the angels, they were mercilessly strangled.

Almost at the same time, on the ground below, golden light flew up, and the sacred altar spewed out countless powers.

The gods in each territory immediately felt the will of the altar: "Kill, kill these angels!"

The Wikad Territory is a medium territory, and the gods are the ancestral gods of war, so after the Holy Light descended, the Earl of Wikad here immediately rushed to the temple.

In the temple, Count Wiccard, felt the familiar aura.

In this breath, there is majesty and cordiality, and this power is also the source of his own bloodline, Count Wiccard's body suddenly trembled, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

The door opened, the original idol was gone, and divine light shone on the hall, and a huge golden man was in the hall.

"My ancestral god!" Count Wiccard stepped forward and knelt down, and the moment he saw the ancestral god, his mood was calm.

The god was dressed in armor and said heavily, "This time we will fight to the death!"

Count Wikad nodded and said calmly: "Ancestral God, I have already felt the power in my bloodline, as well as the heavenly landscape, I will fight you to the death!"

After a moment of silence, the ancestral god Wikad smiled: "Sure enough, it is the one who inherited my name, back then, I was a warrior and was able to become a god of war, and now it is time to fight!"

At this time, the holy glow outside the temple lit up, and Wikad sneered and said, "However, I still have to follow the ancient rules and ask this group of enemies!"

"Who are you, enemies or friends?" said Wicard, as he flew out, as he faced a group of angels floating in the air with wings on their backs, and he questioned according to the ancient etiquette.

Seeing the corpses outside, anger still welled up in his eyes.

"False god, under the order of the Lord of Radiance, cleanse this land of all evil souls, you evil false god, welcome destruction!" said the leading angel, the long sword in his hand flashed, and a sword light with holy fire pounced.

"According to the ancient war rites, I declare the creature in front of me my enemy, kill!" Wicarder roared.

"Kill, kill the angels!" Count Wiccard, gathering his army to meet the angel's attack.

Seriously, the strength of the two-winged angel is not too high, within level one to ten, the four-winged angel is level eleven to twenty, and the six-winged angel is above level twenty, but in the main world, they are completely suppressed, and their strength has dropped significantly.

Now, in the Misty World, it's the same.

Count Wiccard gave the order: "Shoot!"

Three hundred crossbows shot straight up, and dozens of angels fell in response.

But the angel pounced quickly, only shooting once, and already the angel had already pounced on the ground, and Count Wiccard roared, brandished the spear in his hand, and slew at the angel.

The fighting spirit was burning fiercely, and between the sweeps, several winged angels who had just descended were immediately killed, pale golden blood splashed, feathers flew in the sky, and fragments of noble life fell to the ground.

"Boom!" In the sky, a storm, a golden figure swooped out, and the roaring force drowned everything.

However, in the light of day, more and more white shadows appeared.

With a roar of rage, the god Wikad rushed into the angel's camp, his divine power boiling, ignoring the angel's dense holy sword, and rushing in like a tiger into a wolf pack.

"Boom", a fire with a diameter of tens of meters exploded, sending dozens of angels around to death.

The god was surrounded by electric fire and armed with a spear, and all angels within its range of attack were splattered with blood, exploding in the air and turning into a bright flame.

Almost every time it moves, an angel loses his life.

This blood-soaked and rampage god killed many angels, but the angels fought back, and their cries resounded through the sky, and they and the white tsunami, surging again and again, attacked the god Wikad, trying to swallow the hard reef in the sea.

As the dense army of angels approached, the heavens were still fighting, and on the ground, the raging flames rose, and the last warriors fought in the flames to the last breath.

As for it, the divine power of the god Wikade gradually dried up, and it slowed down significantly.

"Kill, kill the false god!" The army of angels, who were surging like the waves, pounced on it.

The golden blood of the god Wikad also splattered, and the dense long sword of the angel was rushing towards his body.

"Let's fight to the death, my enemy!" the god Wikad roared, and then, a golden sun rose violently, rushing straight for hundreds of meters, and this piece of light could not open its eyes.

The powerful storm of divine power instantly incinerated thousands of angels around him.

When all the light was gone, the air was filled with smoke, flames, and soot, making everything look a little blurry.

Flames and meteors floated down and turned into thousands of angels.

They stood in mid-air, their eyes scanning the entire city, in the city, inside and outside the city, dozens of thick puffs of smoke rose up, and the sky within a radius of dozens of miles, under the cover of black smoke, the earth was dim.

Under the gaze of the angel, seeing that all resistance had ended, the only thing the ordinary people in the room could do was to tremble to express their fear.

The angel searched several times, and one of the angels said, "This place has been cleared, and you can tell the adults above." ”

This angel turned out to be Sipol.

After the baptism of war and the death of countless compatriots, its eyes were indifferent at this time, only the holy light was in its eyes, and its wings flowed.

At this point, night is coming. ！

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