The Buddha said, "One thought of heaven and one thought of hell, in fact, there is only a thin line between heaven and hell." In this West, there is also such a truth, angels and demons, in fact, there is only a line of distance, Moreau is the god of death, belonging to the dark lineage of death, logically speaking, he has nothing to do with angels, but who would have thought that the inheritance left by the previous king of death actually hides the mystery of making the god of death promoted to an angel.

When watching the wolf king use his body to help them as a meat shield in order to save their lives, Moreau seemed to understand life and death and grasped such a mystery, so he became the legendary angel.

Whether it was seeing Roger's changes or the changes in Moro now, a trace of panic finally appeared on the face of Reel, who was still in control, and he couldn't help but roar: "Holy Emperor and Seraph, this is impossible." "Nothing is impossible." Moro looked at Rhim on the opposite side with a cold face, and the death scythe in his hand continued to emit a breathtaking light: "Reye, your time of death has come."

After saying this, Moro flew directly towards Ree, compared to before, his speed did not know how many times faster, almost in the blink of an eye, he flew in front of Ree, and with a scythe, he actually slashed Reel from the air to the ground in an instant.

As soon as Rhim landed, Roger, who was carrying the holy sword and was wrapped in white light, also rushed towards him for the first time, and a sword stabbed out, sweeping into Rhe's chest with an incomparable force.

The holy sword instantly gave Ray a chill, Ray glared angrily, grabbed the blade of Roger's holy sword, and instantly a pillar of light drilled out from the bottom of his feet, enveloping both of them. The two of them roared and roared in the pillar of light, and then the pillar of light rushed into the sky, meeting the full moon in the sky, and finally illuminating the entire night sky. At this time, Moreau also flew towards the pillar of light with the death scythe in his hand, and then the three of them began to rotate and collide in this pillar of light, their speed was extremely fast, and it looked as if there were hundreds of afterimages rotating in the pillar of light.

Eventually, the pillar of light grew larger and larger, until the final radius reached nearly ten meters, and then it began to compress continuously, forming a circular ball of light that flew into the air.

After the ball of light flew into the air, a huge hole appeared on the roof below, and from this hole, you could directly see the bottom of the ancient castle, and under this ancient castle, a bottomless black hole was formed. For a while, everyone, including the people who were fighting under the ancient castle, stopped what they were fighting and looked at the ball of light in the void, which bloomed in the air, and the light it emitted even covered the brilliance of the full moon in the void.

The three of Moro are still fighting in that ball of light, and no one knows what the final outcome will be.

Looking at such a scene, I only felt that my heart was in my throat, for fear that something would happen to Morrow and Roger, until a minute later, countless golden lightning flashes suddenly appeared on the surface of the ball of light. A figure fell from the void, it was Roger.

Roger fell from the sky and slammed heavily on the ground, he was covered in scars, and the holy sword in his hand was actually broken into two, because of this strong concussion, he was shocked and bleeding, and then choked and closed his eyes directly.

"Could it be that Moro and they are defeated?"

My heart suddenly tightened, and I hurriedly rushed towards Roger, probed his snort and found that there was still breath, I was a little relieved, and then, another figure fell from the ball of light, it was Moreau. Morrow flapped his wings twice in the air, but in the end he couldn't fly, and he also hit the ground hard, he didn't faint, but barely stood still, and then looked at the ball of light in the void that was entwined with lightning.

I only heard a boom, and the ball of light actually exploded in the void like this, like a brilliant firework, blooming in the void.

"Win?"...

I couldn't believe the truth of this scene, so I rubbed my eyes and made sure that the Blood Emperor Reel was blasted into pieces in that ball of light, and then I reacted, I looked like Moreau, threw an admiring smile at him, and said: "Teacher Moreau, you succeeded, you and Roger, successfully killed the Blood Emperor Reel."

Moreau struggled to squeeze out a smile at me, and then swayed, I hurriedly reached over and put my arm around him, and said, "You are now a veritable king of the Grim Reaper, don't lose your grace in front of your men." At this time, I happened to be standing on the edge of the rooftop with Moreau, and almost everyone below looked at us, and when they saw me and Moreau, there were bursts of cheers from below.

The defeat was like a mountain, after seeing that the great blood emperor Reu on his side was actually killed by Moro and them, the vampires below who had not yet died suddenly lost their fighting spirit, while the people on our side were morale, and the battle situation that was originally high and low was reversed in this instant, and a large number of vampires fled into the misty forest in a panic, and at the same time, a large number of werewolves or the god of death chased after them frantically.

The defeat of the vampire has been decided, this is an indisputable fact, but I have to say that the strength of this blood clan, under the joint attack of the three forces, almost failed, and whether it is the god of death, or the werewolf, or the Holy See of Light, almost half of the strong are dead, and even the cardinal of the Holy See of Light, the wolf king of the werewolf clan, are all killed in battle, after this battle, the overall combat effectiveness of the Western Underworld is weakened by sixty percent.

At this moment, before we people had time to share the joy of this victory, there was a sudden sound of violent heartbeat in the black coffin next to us.

Standing in this position just now, we can only vaguely hear such a voice, which is not obvious, but at this time the sound is in the ears, and with the sound of such a voice, almost every one of us involuntarily covered our chests with their hands, and the frequency of the heartbeat seemed to resonate with the frequency of our heartbeat, and all of us couldn't help but feel that the heartbeat was racing, and it felt as if it was about to jump out of the throat.

Feeling this strange change, a chill instantly rose from my spine, and then I looked at the black coffin.

At this time, the Pope's body, which was originally hanging on the cross, suddenly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally even turned into countless powders, and when the breeze blew, those powders drifted away with the wind, and finally only a white skeleton remained.

And the chalice was filled with a whole cup of blood, red blood bloomed, drowning the entire coffin in such a layer of blood, and in the totem below, there were countless red snake shadows scurrying up, like the evil claws of fierce ghosts.

The lid of the coffin began to beat violently, and the sound of the heart beating was getting louder and faster.

Inadvertently, the entire blood-sucking castle, including the tomb below, was silent, as if there was such a magic force that everyone within a radius of thousands of meters did not dare to make a sound.

The closer we got to the coffin, the more obvious this feeling became, especially the people we stood on the rooftop, each forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, it was an extremely terrifying aura, like a mountain, and everyone present couldn't move a single bit. ‘

With the frequency of the coffin lid beating more and more, the blood-colored light emitted from the chalice also illuminated the entire rooftop, and in the void, suddenly a blood cloud swept by, only in the blink of an eye, the original bright moonlight turned into blood red in an instant, and a blood-colored light curtain sprinkled from the moon, just covering the black coffin below, and in an instant, those strange inscriptions and totems on the coffin began to emit bloody light, and a second later, the original black coffin actually turned blood red.

"It's the ancestor of the Blood Clan." Moreau's serious and shocked voice sounded: "Oh no, he's going to be resurrected."