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The black dusty windbreaker flew wantonly in the face of the fishy wind and dust storm, and the blood-colored vampire claws of Ethan Vami, who stood proudly on the city tower, rose higher and higher, and a blood-colored chain was held on the long claw blade, and a strange spell slowly appeared in the chain, slowly levitating!

Esenfan held this posture like a statue, he waited quietly, waiting for those who smelled the benefits to enter this terrible trap set by himself to the fullest!

The divine light of the archangel still shone brightly on the tower, and the dazzling luster made all the blind followers seem even more excited, as if they saw a huge mountain of treasures sitting on the ruined city, although there was still a little distance, it was unexpected!

The most domineering force formed by the seven kingdoms in this plain of ruins, and soon the 100,000 troops led by the Great Empire Oak have appeared within the bloody horizon set by Esenfan, and these legions, which were originally very organized and disciplined, walked on this desolate road where gold coins, gems, agate, crystals, and crystal nuclei could be seen everywhere, and from time to time some officials could be seen greedily leaving the ranks, and in the process of taking those shiny things into their own arms, the farther away from the ranks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The army of 100,000 approached and swept away, and any force that tried to steal the treasure with them would be killed by them, and the blood fell on the cracked earth, gurgling in the ravines.

The Emperor [***] side is not a force that follows the rules, and during the time they have entered the Ruins Plain, they have also been completely trended by huge profits, and if they find those lonely and weak forces carrying treasures, these armies will not hesitate to wipe them out in this plundered land, and take away the treasures they found in the Ruins Plains.

Although the Ok Empire swept all the way, although it did not capture the wounded archangel, the finances obtained were enough for them to fund the military for several years, which was completely more profitable than fighting, as if it had swept several small kingdoms and collected their treasury!

Outside of the Orc Empire, the legions of the other six kingdoms are probably about 50,000, and they have also become the overlords of this plain of wealth, with constant butcher knives, and at least tens of thousands of functionaries and snatchers have died in the hands of their legions!

These six kingdoms have a total of nearly 300,000 troops, and at this time, like the Orc Empire, they are already very close to the City of Wrecks, and with the trend of more wealth and angelic brilliance, these 300,000 legions have also sailed into the City of Wrecks from different directions.

In addition, those Black Luo Legions, mercenaries, adventurers, etc., who got the news from around the Ruins Plains, the scattered functional people, added up to at least 100,000, and most of these people were functional personnel, and they also noticed the signs of the fall of the angels, in order to be able to get a piece of the pie from the seven kingdoms, but they also tried their best to gather together and enter the blood-colored aura!

...... Above the sky, the archangel Joyier flapped her white wings and remained suspended, at this time she was only a few steps away from the heavenly realm, as long as she broke the laws of heaven, she could return to her heavenly realm.

However, she couldn't leave, as if there was a voice inside her urging her to go back and stop what the black demon was going to do next.

The blessed angels do not have the ability to prophesy, but they have a peculiar perception, and at this time, the archangel Joyle senses that something terrible is about to happen!

Biting her pink lips, the archangel Joyier suddenly retracted her white wings, and her fluttering immortal figure fell gracefully, piercing through the heavy white clouds, and landing back into the world that made her sad and desperate.

"Huhuhu~~~~~~~"

The holy light, the intoxicating fragrance, the flaky light feather fibers are crystal around, colorful and charming.

Archangel Joyle stood in front of Ethanfan again, her white wings flapping gently and slowly retracting, her ruby eyes staring at the black statue that she couldn't see through at all.

Esenfan's palm was still holding the strange blood-colored witch array, and after noticing that the archangel Joyier flew back, he just glanced at her indifferently and said, "In the world, what else are you worth remembering?"

"What are you doing with these humans here, why did you lie to me and let me set a bloody horizon for you on the plains of the ruins!" the archangel asked Esenfan in a very serious voice.

"This blood-colored horizon symbolizes several evils, if you don't have these in your heart, you can see its existence, and you will naturally know the horror of this area, but look, among the hundreds of thousands of people in this ruins plain, who has retreated because of the sight of this blood-colored death aura?" replied Esenfan.

The archangel opened her mouth, she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, after all, the archangel had almost no experience in the world, and she only learned about the greed and evil of the human surname in Min Yacheng.

"Now that you're back, then you just stand here and see how filthy these people are. Esenfan said.

After saying that, Esenfan's incantation was recited softly again, and a wisp of ghost-like object immediately formed on his left hand and slowly floated over the archangel Joyer.

Archangel Joyier thought that Ethan Fan was going to attack her, and the divine aura on her body immediately increased dramatically, and she made a defensive posture.

Ethanfan smiled mockingly, controlled the ghost-like object and swirled around the archangel Joyle for a week, and then let it fly to the rooftop.

Archangel Joyle stared at the strange soul, but soon she found that the wisp of the soul slowly transformed into a beautiful form during the flight, and even condensed into white wings on its back!

"You...... What are you doing!" said Archangel Joyier, with a look of shame on her face.

The wisp of soul controlled by Ethan Fan is transformed into the appearance of the archangel Joyier, with the same white wings, graceful figure, ice and jade, high above, full of holy atmosphere.

It's just that in the form of such an angel, there are only a few streamers on the clothes on Miaoman**, and the sacred and inviolable parts are half-covered and half-covered, but other charming spring light is looming under the white bent wings, which leads people to infinite reverie, plus these streamers have obvious ragged and some red bloodstains, but there is a messy and poignant beauty in the temptation!

Two temperaments, ice clear and jade, not blasphemous, and at the same time sultry and sultry, messy surname, completely give people a visual enjoyment of beauty and desire, "just a simple psychedelia." Esenfan replied indifferently.

Archangel Joyier wanted to fly to the top of the eaves of the castle tower and sweep away the phantom that had transformed into her own embarrassed appearance.

"If you don't want me to toss you like that and tie you to the top of the tower, stay here honestly. Esenfan said coldly.

The archangel paused, her strength had not fully recovered at this time, and now she could not compete with this great heresy at all, so she could only obediently dispel this idea and stand beside Esenfan.

Archangel Joyier could have left, but she didn't know why she couldn't return to the heavenly realm with peace of mind, perhaps because of this terrible bloody horizon............ Two days passed quickly, and the 400,000 marauders had fully entered the area of the bloody horizon.

The Orcs were the fastest to advance, and their general had gained a great fortune on the battlefield outside the tower, and when he raised his head, he overheard the wisps of holy light on the desolate castle tower not far away.

The general of the Orc Empire is a marksman, and his eyesight is quite amazing, and he can see at a glance the messy women carved in white and jade on the upper floor of the city!

"Angel! she's in that tower!!she's wounded!she's badly wounded!" After the general of the Ork Empire screamed in shock, the entire legion suddenly burst into cheers, and rushed towards the location of the tower!

The messy temptation of the Archangel's beauty is not something that any male surname can resist, not to mention that Ethan Fan also exerted a bewildering witchcraft on this phantom, which made almost everyone who could see her clearly have a thought: "The Archangel has no strength anymore, as long as he walks into her side and picks her up, she will completely belong to herself!"

For thousands of years in the world, there has never been a real angel legend, let alone be able to witness the beauty of angels, but now there is an opportunity to take an angel into his arms, although countless people snatch it, who would not be crazy!

The Orc Empire has 100,000 soldiers and horses, and the general is even more sure to win, leading the legions to the location of the tower, and the other six kingdoms are definitely not to be outdone at this time, and soon the armies of several kingdoms collide on the vast battlefield of ruins!

There is only one archangel, and with such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, no country will have the intention of backing down! Soon, the Oak Empire will meet with the Qi Kingdom!

"That's not enough. Esenfan looked down at the two chaotic warring countries in the distance, but he was a little dissatisfied.

"That's what you want to see, let them kill each other?" Archangel Joy's face was not very good-looking, for a blessed angel, the last thing she wanted to see was a killing full of greed, and the bloody battle on the battlefield in the distance had made her dare not open her eyes.

Archangel Joyier wanted to use the blessing bell to dispel the killing thoughts of all those legions, but Ethan Fan, who was evil-minded, would not give her this opportunity, but just said coldly:

"Don't forget, these people are killing each other because of your temptation. If that feeble archangel on the tower of the city were yourself, what would you do when you fell into their hands, as a messenger of the gods, or as a poor angelic slave who was wantonly spoiled and humiliated?"

(To be continued)