With that, a pair of holy wings appeared behind him, and with a slight opening, he flew out of the window.

Angel?!!!

Looking at the sudden appearance of Hainir, whether it was Byron or Habasi, his expression was sluggish.

Even if the myth is true, is there something wrong with Cain's ancestors dominating angels?

The first ancestors should not have been cursed by God, belonging to the worst sins.

As soon as the angels see it, they will hunt it down?

Why did they see that the first patriarchs could dominate the command angels?

Looking at the other party's performance, even if it is very unhappy, you have to listen to orders.

Could it be that the first ancestors were still very high in the status of the gods?

"Why are you stupid? If you don't want to eat the holy light, just hurry up and keep up, the iron striker doesn't have such a good temper as me. ”

Yang Zheng said as he sat back.

"Oh!"

Byron came back to his senses in a bit of a daze, and immediately flew out.

Five-star cultivator, as a blood clan, he has no ability to fly.

So, only a short flight.

However, flying to the eastern suburbs, it is still no problem.

Yang Zheng looked at Habasi who was standing in the room and said, "You can go down too." ”

"Yes, Ancestor." Habasi respectfully left.

Yang was looking out the window, and the figures of Heineer and Byron gradually disappeared, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised.

Whether it was a temptation or not, if there was no seven-star unit, he would be able to do so without a move.

The other party's abacus is destined to fail, and if a seven-star unit appears, it will be the same whether it can be made or not.

Probably, there is only the option to run away.

......

Together with Byron, Heinier flew towards the outskirts of the eastern city at an unfast speed.

Along the way, Byron kept tilting his head, looking at the sunny and handsome Henier, even in the dark night, Haynell seemed to be full of the smell of sunshine.

gives people a warm feeling, this unique temperament, but in line with his angelic image.

"See what?" The flying Hainier suddenly spoke.

"Huh?! It's nothing, it's just amazing. Byron was startled by Heinill's sudden opening before replying.

Heinir looked at Byron and said, "What's magical?" ”

"That, I never thought that after nearly a thousand years of becoming a blood clan, I would be able to walk with angels." Byron replied.

Hainir said: "What's amazing about this, they are all immortal species, and in the Protoss Council, the blood clan factions are not rare, but there are many of them, after all, the blood clan belongs to a faction with a large population."

As long as it is not an extremely evil existence, there are many people who become friends with angels. ”

"Uh, befriending an angel? Bloodline? It seems that the mythological stories I watched before are indeed stories.

Don't you resent us sucking human blood? Or is it that in the Protoss Council you are talking about, the Blood Clan are all vegetarians? Byron asked.

Henir looked at Byron with a slight frown, and said: "Plundering and killing, there is no good result, let the human race donate blood for support, and coexistence is the way."

After all, there are not many strong people in the human race.

Last century, it seems that Cain was too lazy to leave instructions for you. ”

"Blood donation?" Byron wondered.

Heinir replied, "Go and ask Cain, that guy has made a wine jar for this, which can refine all kinds of blood."

made all kinds of flavors of blood, directly put aside the human race, and engaged in livestock breeding. ”

After that, he stopped talking, and Byron stopped questioning, because the two had already flown over the eastern suburbs at this time.

Looking down, Heinill was a wilderness of wilderness, bordering the forest and the city.

At this moment, the dense blood clan and werewolves below are killing frantically.

It was very violent and bloody, and the blood clan was at a very disadvantage, mainly because one of the figures was raging all over the audience, and no one could stop it at all.

The moment Henill and Byron arrived, they attracted countless attentions, and even, the fierce battlefield, there was a moment of stagnation.

Mainly, the image of Heineer is too attractive.

In the dark night, the whole body exudes a faint light, full of the smell of light, and a pair of white and sacred wings, slightly spread behind the back, looking extremely holy.

's rather handsome face, giving people the feeling of a sunny boy, the identity of an angel, self-evident.

Angels, but they only exist in legends.

Even a few days ago, Cain's movement was a pair of blood-colored wings.

How can there be such a thing as today, the holy wings, the warm breath of the sun, even at night, can not be concealed.

Moreover, there is no ordinary person here, and it is completely visible without being affected by the light.

Therefore, the appearance of Hainir, whether it is a blood clan or a werewolf, has a huge impact.

Quite a few people also noticed Byron next to Heinill.

The sin wolf elder among the werewolves was a little crazy, this is a common disease of the sin wolf clan, the mental problem is serious, it is easy to go berserk, and the arrival of Hainir has not affected him much.

Seeing this, Hainer frowned slightly, directly turned his hand and took out the victory sword, and flew towards the other party, without saying a word, and simply started fighting.

"When ......"

Sensing Henil's attack, the Elder Sin Wolf turned around at dusk, and the claws collided with the victory sword in Henir's hand into fierce sparks.

Feeling that the power coming from the long sword was not strong, it was not much stronger than himself, and it was obvious that this Sin Wolf Elder was not the usual power side of the Sin Wolf Clan.

Wielding the Sword of Victory, Henir tested his opponent's abilities as he fought fiercely with the Elder Sin Wolf

"Blasphemers deserve to die, all deserve to die......" Elder Sin Wolf muttered to himself as he frantically attacked.

During his observation, Hainier noticed that something was wrong with the elder.

Well, sin wolf battles are mostly crazy and furious, yes, but they definitely shouldn't be like this, as if they have completely lost their minds.

However, it was the loss of his mind with a clear goal, and it seemed that his madness was all aimed at the Bloodline and those who stopped him.

Are you stimulated by the psychic side? Bloody handwriting?

Impossible, he of the six stars, it is impossible for him to have such clever means.

If you really want to easily disrupt and control a six-star wolf clan, bloody is not this status.

At this time, the Sin Wolf Elder, who had fought for dozens of moves, seemed to be impatient when he saw that Hainier had not yet been resolved.

A black light flashed in his eyes, and the fighting Heinir suddenly lost all his vision and fell into darkness.

Hainier, who has extremely rich combat experience, is not the slightest flustered.

It was just a slight stunned look, and the golden magic lines were quickly outlined on the surface of the body, and a golden transparent golden eggshell protected him in it.

"Boom ......"

Heinir was abruptly blasted out of the way, smashing a huge crater into the ground.

However, because of the shield's protection, Heinir was not injured.

"Heh, is it the field of view?"

Heinill's mouth tugged at a small smile.

If it's on the other side, the peak six stars, maybe it's a little tricky.

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