It was a slender figure, dressed in a snow-white robe.

Looking at the bumpy figure, Curator Mo Da's eyes closed and burst out with a shocking light!

Unexpectedly...... It's a woman!

Legend has it that the second angel who betrayed God, the ancestor of vampires, the cynical and presumptuous demon king Baliel, turned out to be a woman!

is still a beauty who looks like a country and a city, this woman's facial features seem to be carved, different from the gentle and soft beauty of oriental women, but it looks heroic.

If she wears men's clothes, she will definitely be the kind of person who fascinates thousands of girls, and her body is floating in the sky like this, and I don't know if it's because of the snow-white wings behind her.

Can a wing fly? Mo Tian has never grown wings, but the beauty in front of him has already given a positive answer.

Her gaze slowly swept over everyone, her bland gaze was like a knife that could pierce people's hearts, especially when it fell on Mo Tian, the knife in her gaze was even worse, but just when Mo Tian was about to open the ** eye to counterattack, her gaze had already moved to Liu Feifei's body, just paused for a second more, and the heavenly Aeolia finally fell on the blonde little Lori in front of her, and a trace of tenderness rarely appeared.

A very small ball of black and white light appeared on her fingertips, and then suddenly turned into blood, gently melting into Denise's eyebrows, even if it was a great demon god with a thousand years of wisdom, when he broke the seal, he suddenly found that there were so many strange people around him.

All this, only the Blood Clan girl who had consumed almost all the blood in front of her could tell her the answer, "Is it you, wake me up?" Belyl's voice was softer than expected, like a gentle wind.

Denise felt that her physical strength was rapidly recovering, she could barely stand up, raised her cute little head, stared at the beautiful woman in front of her who was called the Demon God, and said word by word: "Dear Lord Balier, I am the one who woke you up, hoping that you can save your people." ”

Brown on the side was secretly anxious, if he wasn't afraid of the Demon God, I'm afraid he would have shouted out a long time ago, his daughter was so disrespectful to the Demon God, and he didn't kneel down when he saw Lord Belier!

"My people?" Belier's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, and then he looked at Denise and Brown behind him, his eyes flashed with a hint of understanding, and he suddenly laughed: "My people, yes, you are my people!"

"Lord Beryl, we live under the protection of the night, but the Holy See wants to kill us cleanly, and your people need your salvation!"

Beryl looked at the blonde Lori in front of him, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "My people, tell me, who is our enemy?" Then Beryl's gaze followed Denise's small white jade hand and fell on Aeoria in the sky, the latter's body trembled, and he felt a tidal wave of killing intent envelop him.

Such a terrifying power reminded Aeoria of Olympus' strongest warrior, Ares.

He knew he had a strong enemy, but the golden lion of Greece would never be afraid of battle!

If you are scared away by the enemy's momentum, ...... as a holy warrior No, not even qualified as a man!

Aeolia's palm was shining with golden light, and the whole person was like a burning golden flame, he took a step forward, his face solemn, "The one who challenged the divine power of Olympus, your strength has been recognized by me, please report your name, why do you want to offend Greece!"

Mo Tian listened to this questioning full of concessions, and sneered in his heart, it was obvious that when he saw that the opposite side was a soft persimmon, he didn't care about the three seven twenty-one who went up first to take a look, and now he knew that he had hit a hard thorn, and then understood that he had to report himself to the mountain gate first, and then ask the other side of the road, Mo Tian dared to guarantee that as long as Belier said a word of concession, this time the matter could be over, who made the fist of the family big?

But apparently Aioria miscalculated, who is Belil? The presumptuous demon of a thousand years ago, if she had known how to give in, she would not have rebelled against God back then, to put it bluntly, she dared to challenge the Lord of God in a fit of anger, and you reasoned with her?

"Olympus?" Belial's face showed a hint of remembrance, and then he sneered, "only Sisyphus is a cute fellow, and the others are just a bunch of gods who sell their reputations." My name is Belier, and the reason for offending Greece? well, because you have bullied my people. ”

When Beryl's last word was settled, there was suddenly an extra sword in his hand, the cross sword. Different from Falt's cross sword, this sword is more delicate, the sword body is engraved with many ancient talismans, and the whole person of Beryl holding the hilt of the sword is like an unsheathed sword, and the milky white sword qi is dazzling like a star from between his hands, sweeping away with an unstoppable terrifying might!

In the sky, the energy of the golden beam between Airia's hands converged to one point, and he swung his fist! Thousands of overlapping fist shadows erupted at the same moment, and the terrifying golden energy condensed into a huge golden fist in the sky, bursting with power, tearing the heavens and the earth!

Rumble!

The terrifying air waves in mid-air suddenly exploded, fortunately, the battle between the two was in mid-air, but even so, a powerful storm could be felt on the ground, and the wind spread out from the sea, setting off huge waves.

Bang! Bang!

The figures of the two are like two lightning bolts in the sky, staggered and colliding again and again, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound! Each collision will burst out with light that illuminates the dark sky to the extreme.

With a long sword in his hand, Beryl was like a polite gentleman, a dancer on the tip of the sword, each sword did not look like a battle, but danced like a vine, but the terrifying power contained in the milky white sword light drawn by each sword made people dare not look at it.

Compared to Belil's elegance, Aeolia is much more embarrassed, and the furious golden lion of Greece is now facing a hunter with great ability and skill.

All he could do was fight to the death with an iron fist of rage! Aeolia was already regretting that when he heard that someone dared to offend the power of Olympus, he rushed out desperately, and did not even report the matter to the goddess, and now he only hoped that the goddess would sense all this soon.

The strength of the enemy in front of him was by no means comparable to him, and a flash of lightning appeared in Aeolia's palm, lightning was the power given to him by the Father, and every time the power of rage was used, it was a damage to his own body. But in the face of such a strong enemy, he had to use the power sealed by the goddess.

The golden warrior Aeoria erupted with countless intertwined electric light, the electric light was like an all-encompassing net, opening its gluttonous mouth towards the Belier cover, and the staggered burst of power pulled the air, faintly tearing open the cracks in the space, and the power was terrifying!

Belier's face was still calm, and the long sword in her hand slashed a cross across her chest, and the holy light crossed and slashed!

The seemingly terrifying power grid burst at the touch of a button, scattering into countless thin and dense electric snakes, raining towards Belier, and in a moment, Belyl's side was surrounded by countless points of light, like fireflies lighting up the sky.

The Holy Light Cross slammed into Aeolia's chest, and the blood of his body flew upside down, and from his blood-soaked mouth, a 'boom!'

Almost at the same time, a blazing light shot out of the darkness and slammed into Beryl's back.

A terrifying roar resounded through the sky, like the end of the world, the entire sky was illuminated, and Aeolia's body flew upside down, and it fell to the ground with a bang, scattering a rain of blood, and the terrifying cross-shaped scar on his chest almost tore him into four parts!

The Golden War Lion, Fallen!

The snow-white robe on Balier's body was shattered, her long hair was scattered, and even the white wings behind her were a little charred, but the heaviest wound on her body was not left by Aeoria, a golden scepter, which passed through Belier's back, and golden blood flowed down the scepter.

Beryl looked at the golden scepter that passed through her chest, and her face was flat, as if it was not a stab on her body.

"The Pope's Scepter. Belier's voice was sad, and then the white light on her body suddenly dimmed, and the scepter pierced her chest grew brighter and brighter.

A flash of relief flashed across Belier's face, and he raised his hand and slapped the scepter on his chest hard, and the white light flew back in the same direction.

The wings behind her flapped slightly, and a pure black light began to spread from her shoulder, but in the blink of an eye, the snow-white wings and robe turned into pure black like black jewels, and even the wound on her chest healed instantly under the black light!

She turned slowly and smiled at the void not far behind her, "How can light hide in darkness, what an interesting person, have you also betrayed the gods?"

With Belier's words, a fiery red figure slowly walked out of the darkness, holding an extremely dazzling golden scepter in his hand.

When Brown and Blonde Lori saw that figure, their faces changed drastically, and they subconsciously took a step back.