The two angelic inquisitors fell heavily to the ground, and the golden holy sword condensed by the light faith also flew out of their hands.

Their fight with the gods was fierce but short-lived, and the hill was almost leveled by their attack, burning all the vegetation except the Golden Tree, leaving only a scorched earth.

An angelic inquisitor struggled to reach the holy sword in his hand, struggling to get up.

He grabbed a handful of scorched earth, and found that even the dirt was mixed with crimson magic, and he looked up, as if he had thought of something, and looked up to see the evil god.

Xiao Zhimiao shook her heart, and the crimson magic overflowed too much, making her a little too excited, and the voice in her head kept making her attack and kill.

It took a few times to suppress the voice in her head before she suppressed it.

Hearing a muffled grunt in her ears, she glanced at the back of her hand scorched by the light, walked over to the angelic inquisitor who struggled to his feet, kicked away the holy sword in his hand, and stomped on his chest.

"Whose are you listening to?" Xiao Zhimiao lowered her eyes and looked at him.

The Angelic Inquisitor did not answer her, but looked at her with a pretty face.

"Forget it, except when you judge others, you're basically a mute, and it's not fun at all."

Xiao Zhimiao leaned down slightly to look at him and said, "But before you become judges, you should not be dumb or woody, I remember you, I remember the beautiful face of every angel, although you sacrifice your soul, and are willing to become the most obedient lackeys and machines, so that you are better than those gods."

"You pulled my three feathers." The angelic inquisitor spoke suddenly.

The face is expressionless, but the tone is serious.

Xiao Zhimiao raised her eyebrows, "Do you remember this? It was all 1,800 years ago, right?"

The angel with long chestnut hair said, "I am impressed, in the past two thousand four hundred and seventy-eight years, you have been the only one who has pulled my feathers, and everyone else who dares to touch us is already dead."

Rann turned to look at the Inquisitor next to him and said, "And Crolo's."

Xiao Zhimiao smiled, "So you're here to avenge me for taking revenge on you?" It's a grudge, but I seem to remember that every beautiful angel's wings were pulled a few pinches of hair?"

"Just remember." Rann Road.

"I'm really here for revenge, you might as well say something else to satisfy me, maybe I'll leave you a dog alive." Xiao Zhimiao straightened up, and saw that two more angelic judges flew in the distance, and the force under his feet was exerted, and the Rann who stepped on it snorted, and there was a sound of broken ribs.

"Salos said you have to give us all the feathers back." Rann gripped her ankle, blood spilling from his mouth, and his brow didn't furrow, "Give it back to us, and our grudge will be written off."

Xiao Zhimiao said, "No, it's been so long, where are the feathers still for you......

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhimiao suddenly remembered one thing, she seemed to have pulled the feathers of Salos, not when she was in the Divine Domain, but just recently, not long after she entered the Land of God as Xiao Zhimiao.

She felt a little inexplicable, wasn't it just a few feathers?

These pretty angels don't know what they have in their heads, and she has long ago thought of them as pretty vases, a beautiful weapons, and they are very boring, so she always wants to tease them.

But it's better to tease them than to tease Seania, at least the reaction she gives will still make her happy.

Thinking of the past, she was distracted, and in just a moment, the other two inquisitors had already flown down in front of her, and the golden holy sword condensed by the light belief in her hand emitted a scorching light, making Xiao Zhimiao tilt her head.

"Is that how you like to use this weapon? and all shall be blind to you."

As soon as the words fell, the broken bones flew towards the two inquisitors, attacking rapidly.

Xiao Zhimiao let go of the Inquisitor at his feet, bent down and pulled off a handful of feathers from his wings, and then stuffed it into his hand, "I've given it back to you, pretty little curly hair."

As she spoke, she actually touched his hair.

It feels pretty good.

At this moment, she finally saw a different expression in the eyes of this judge, like a yellow flower girl being molested by a bully on the street, that kind of sad and angry, but helpless eyes.

Isn't it true that all of you angels are so innocent? It's just touching my hair.

As she was complaining, Rann grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the ground, quickly getting up and summoning the sword to stab her.

The angel was half-crouched on the ground, his white wings spreading out behind him, completely enveloping him.

The blades condensed by crimson mana pierced him, and the blood on his wings dripped into the scorched earth and melted into a scarlet patch.

Xiao Zhimiao turned her head to look, and the holy sword landed on the side of her cheek, and the faint holy light emitted burned her cheeks.

"You're still so hateful." Rann looked down at the crimson blade that pierced his chest and sighed, "If it's Salos, can you still do it?"

"Where is he?" Xiao Zhimiao's face lost the leisurely look she had before, and she asked coldly.

"You finally asked him." Rann said, "We listen to the true God."

He answered Xiao Zhimiao's question just now, took her hand, and the blood-stained feathers were stuffed back into her hand, "Secia, go find him."

"Then come before us, we are the sword of judgment, judgment of all the sins of the world, Secias, take up this sword."

Xiao Zhimiao stared at him for a while, put away the crimson blade, and rolled over to push him to the ground again.

"Ahem......" Rann lay on the ground spitting blood, looking extremely weak.

Xiao Zhimiao glanced at the feathers in the palm of his hand, pulled out Lan En's holy sword, ignored the burning pain on his hand, looked at Lan En and said, "This is the best choice, isn't it?"

Rann said, "If you want to change, sit in that position yourself."

"Is it the negotiation between the Lord God System and me? Or did Settavis send you to deceive me?"

He didn't answer Xiao Zhimiao again, but struggled to get up and continued to attack her with Crollo.

The other two inquisitors were entangled in broken bones, and the remaining two couldn't help Xiao Zhimiao beat them a few times.

After a few moves, he was kicked to the ground by Xiao Zhimiao.

They were weapons, dogs chained, either the system or Settavis, and it seemed that the chain was still in Settavis' hands.

"Lord, Lord!"

Xiao Zhimiao's voice sounded in Mu Yuan's head.

"Song Xi betrayed us, and Modu was seriously injured."

Xiao Zhimiao said calmly: "Protect yourself, don't die, I'll come."

As soon as she finished speaking, the voice of the phantom bells rang out again, "Master, I can't do it, I can't beat them!"

Xiao Zhimiao: "Don't leave the range of the Golden Tree."

With that, she walked briskly towards the Golden Tree, and a teleportation magic array lit up under the Golden Tree, and her figure disappeared in front of the four Inquisitors.

As soon as she left, Rann and Rollo stood up with each other's arms.

Clolo glanced at Ran's wings and said, "She's picking up your wings again."

Rann wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You also touched my hair, this little pervert, the bigger the more lustful the heart, sooner or later Salos will be eaten and wiped clean by her." I bet she wanted to touch my face, but it was a little bloody, and it was dirty."

With that, he gave Crolo an elbow, "It's so comfortable to lie down, I'm almost poked into a sieve by her."

Crollo: "It doesn't make you show much in front of her, let her remember you."

The other two Inquisitors stepped forward and patted Rann on the shoulder, "Pretty hard."

Rann clutched the bleeding wound on his chest and said, "I didn't work hard for you, I played with her weapons for a long time."

"We're not playing, her weapon is fused with a soul, and it's quite capable of fighting."

The four of them walked to the edge of the cliff and saw that the nearest golden tree in the distance had burned, and there was a look of worry in their eyes.

Crolo said, "Can she succeed this time?"

Rann said, "It's hard, but there's still hope, just to see if she can hold on next."

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In front of the Golden Tree, Seania grabbed Secia by the neck and lifted her up.

"It's quite similar, but the strength is very different."

The little bell was thrown to the ground, and just as he was about to get up, he was nailed to the ground by a sword piercing his shoulder blades by Seania.

The scorching heat from the sword made it exhale in pain, and Cessia's disguise cracked.

"Phantom One, haven't you died yet?"

Seania crouched down in front of it, a golden blade condensed in her hand, and slashed it in the face, the holy magic soaking into its wounds, burning them.

"I hate you disgusting phantoms all the most, always pretending to be someone else, never having an identity of your own."

As he spoke, he nailed the little bell's fluttering hands and feet with a golden blade, slashing the face of Secia in front of him again and again, and saw that the poor little phantom could not stand the pain and cried, screaming against Secia's face.

Arena looked at him with a frown, "Kill it, why torture it."

"Because it's Cethia now, with such a face in front of me, it's naturally going to be played with by me, and besides, with the Golden Tree, it doesn't die so easily."

Seania smiled happily, pinched the little bell's face and said, "Remember, it was Secia who made you suffer, she wants you to be her stand-in, to suffer for her, to die for her, you phantoms will always be poor stand-ins."

The little bell shook her head, tears washing the blood on her face, leaving a miserable white mark.

Suddenly, she stared at Seenia's face for a moment, and when Seiania raised her knife again, it changed into his face.

The smile on Seania's face instantly paused, and he grabbed its neck violently, "Turn back!" I'll let you change back!"

Little Bell laughed with tears in her eyes, "Aren't you angry to see yourself crying pitifully?"

Its face changed to Cecia, and it spoke in the same tone as Secia, mocking him to the fullest: "Seania, you are such a poor worm, you say that I am Secia's stand-in, but you only dare to do it to the stand-in, you waste!"

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