"God has love, she is pure and immaculate, not stained by mortal dust, she is brave and good at fighting, conquering heaven and earth and fighting all things, she is noble in character and strict with herself. God has love, and has given her wings so that she can fly, and has given her light, and has made her good. She is the good thoughts of God, moving with the gods, hiding with the gods, and people praise her goodness and call her an angel. ”

The frenzy in Fred's eyes almost wants to burn the sky, this is an angel! A living angel is not a legendary thing, it is real, it can be seen!

Sure enough, there is still the Father above everything in this world, and the Father has not disappeared, but we can't see it. He is always there, he watches over the earth, he looks down on the earth, he never interferes with all things in the world, he only appears when he is needed, he brings blessings, and brings the gospel.

The silver armor was aimed at the delicate lines, adding a touch of mystery and nobility to her, she was half-crouched in the air, her two wings flickering slightly, and there were pure white spotless feathers that fell from time to time, but dissipated into the air.

She lowered her head with a smile in her eyebrows, "My lord, the angels of war obey your call. ”

Rosie pointed to the huge demonic beast that shook its tentacles in the distance and was still furious, Bai Li's head was stunned, and the two huge wings flashed suddenly, and the whole person flew out with a bang. She was shrouded in white holy light, holding a golden sword in her hand, and her handsome face was not angry and arrogant, but had a solemn bearing.

Rossi's gaze returned to the demigod's body, the demigod was panting at this time, and he clenched his fists, the pain pained him, but it also brought him more strength. He gritted his molars, stomped his foot, and rushed towards Rossi again.

He can't retreat, he can't run away, and once he retreats, he escapes, it will leave a flaw in his heart, leaving a shadow that will affect his future. He is the son of the gods, the son of the god of courage, the symbol of the bravery of all things in the world, how can he retreat? As long as he retreats, even from the moment he has that thought, he is no longer a demigod, and his wavering faith will sink him.

There is no other option but to fight to the death.

Anyone who is familiar with Jerut knows that there is a proverb that describes Jelut's god of war and courage, that is, Nit is ruthless, Miris is crazy, and the goddess of the sun wants to slaughter the gods. Aside from the pervert of the goddess of the sun, Nite's ruthlessness in battle and Miris's madness have always been passed on by word of mouth.

Nite fights ruthlessly on his enemies as well as on himself, and that's because he has a special ability to regenerate super quickly. But Mirith didn't, but he was even crazier, and even Nit didn't want to confront Miris, as long as he couldn't kill him in one go, then he would have to face endless battles, battles, battles!

The demigod's fist was once again closing in on Rossi, this time stronger and more oppressive than the previous one. Rossi flashed in front of him, and a shield wall appeared, but it was easily broken. For the first time, his complexion changed slightly, and his figure flashed, and he had moved a few meters away. The unabated demigod slammed his feet into the ground, grabbed his feet alive, and made a bend with his fist, turning directly.

Rosie's brows condensed slightly, and he also punched out, the two fists quietly touched together, and a shock wave exploded instantly, and the violent air flow rolled up Rosie and pushed him out, and the clothes condensed by the holy power on his body also burst inch by inch, and quickly recovered. His wrist was unnaturally folded into a strange angle, and after the Holy Power circulated around the fractured place, everything recovered.

The demigods were not happy, all the skin on their arms left, and after countless openings spurted blood, the wounds actually closed together in an instant. He gasped and looked at Rosie with a look of shock in his eyes.

His style of play is purely to exchange injuries for injuries, he has the motto of perseverance, which can minimize damage, and there is also sacrifice, which can transfer damage, and in frontal hand-to-hand combat, he is almost invincible, but he didn't expect that Rossi actually has the same super fast regeneration as Nit. Although he understood it in the wrong way, the miracle recovery and the super-rapid regeneration had the same result.

For the first time, the demigod had a feeling of invincibility as he looked at Rosie.

This feeling is only manifested when facing those powerful gods.

No, you can't retreat, at this time, Rossi's combat effectiveness has not weakened in the slightest, and once he chooses to avoid, it will leave a fatal flaw.

The two fought together again, and the ferocity of their fists to the flesh made the onlookers tremble. Red blood and golden blood kept falling from the sky, and the more the two of them fought, the more crazy they became, and the more crazy they became, the more they wanted to fight. The strength of the demigod who was constantly injured continued to increase, the more and more serious injuries he suffered, the stronger and faster his strength improved, and Rosie was also constantly injured in this kind of lifeless battle, and he continued to recover.

In the distance, Bai Li flew in the air, dexterously avoiding the attacks of the demonic beasts, and the golden sword in her hand kept cutting off the tentacles of the demonic beasts, and the purple blood plasma sprayed like a small fountain. This demonic beast encountered the same troublesome situation as the demigod, and the damage it caused to Baili was quickly recovered under the flow of Baili's holy power, but Baili's attack on it, it could not be resolved.

Time passed little by little, and as the three minutes were about to pass, another head-on collision sent Rossi into the ground from the air, and the demigod was also knocked out.

By this point, the two had a clear idea of winning and losing.

The demigod gritted his teeth and turned around and ran, this time he knew very well that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die. Although a heavy injury will give him more strength, but strength is not life, his life is losing bit by bit, even if he has strong strength? As long as he can save his life, there will always be a day when he can turn the book around.

At this time, Rosie was also on top, how could he let the demigod run away like this? A spear of victory instantly pierced the sound barrier and shot at the demigod, but the demigod ignored it and let the spear of victory pass by him.

The next moment, the spear of victory twisted one after another, and the milky white holy power vibrated slightly, and suddenly exploded, and Rossi drilled out of this holy light.

This is the lower advanced divine technique in the Divine Arts, the Holy Light Movement. As long as there is any bit of holy light within the line of sight, you can use this holy light to distort the space, elementalize yourself, and reorganize your body with this holy light. This is a very high-level divine skill, and the consumption is naturally quite a lot.

The demigod looked at it with a heartbreak, turned around and punched it over, and the two punched each other again.

Rosie flew backwards, and the demigod was pushed far away, and with this force, he ran away again.

Behind him, a sound of breaking the air approached again, and the demigod who was forced to have no way to escape roared, "Don't force me!"

Rossi didn't say anything, and the Spear of Victory shook, and he flashed again.

"Leave the source of the gods and spare your life. ”

If the demigod wasn't a demigod, just an ordinary hero, he might have thrown in the towel. But he is a demigod, a son of a god, and he represents not only him, but also his father, Jelutmiris, who will not admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth, stopped the thought of escaping, and looked at Rosie, "Don't force me. ”

"What am I forcing you to do?", Rosie took a few more steps closer.

The demigod smirked and pounced.

Miris, the god of courage who was far away on the sacred mountain of Jerut, suddenly felt a hint of strangeness, and the golden wine glass in his hand was pinched into a golden stick by his uncontrollable force at the moment he lost his mind, and his face immediately became gloomy.

My baby......

Who is it?!

How dare you kill the descendants of the gods?!