Chapter 520: Leave the artifact and crystal coins behind

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Slay twelve twelve-winged archangels with one sword!

Witnessing Raymond's earth-shattering sword, everyone was stunned. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info, especially the fearless pope, opened his mouth wide like dementia, and he didn't react for a long time.

Although he had known for a long time that Raymond's strength was unfathomable, no one expected him to be so terrifying! The angel team composed of twelve twelve-winged archangels was killed with a single blow, and the invincible angel battle array disappeared before they could exert their power!

The main god of hidden breath, the guardian of the plane, or?

Everyone was shocked and secretly guessed Raymond's true identity. According to the screams of the twelve-winged archangel Boykins before he died, it seems that the red sword in Raymond's hand is a sign of his identity, but unfortunately, no one has heard of any fire crest sword, let alone any blood crest, and he doesn't know Raymond's true identity after thinking about it.

However, everyone can be sure of one thing, that is, Raymond is definitely more than the strength of the peak of the upper god. It's just that it's been hidden all along, and no one has found out. The moment the sword was drawn, whether it was the terrifying soul attack or the overwhelming tyrannical aura, it was all soul-shattering!

Even the twelve-winged archangel with the strength of the superior god was petrified and unable to move in an instant, and it is conceivable how terrifying Raymond's soul attack was!

"Soul attack, coupled with lightning speed and unparalleled fire damage, this is the secret of cracking the Angel Battle Array?" Recalling Raymond's sword that changed color from heaven to earth, Yang Ling was shocked. Even if he wore the intact frozen armor, even if he blessed the earth and imposed a ban, he didn't have the slightest certainty of blocking Raymond's terrifying sword!

Ordinary people only saw the amazing speed and terrifying flame damage of Raymond's sword, but as a soul wizard, Yang Ling understood that soul attack was the true power of Raymond's sword.

The angel battle array was powerful, but many archangels were instantly attacked by deadly souls, and all of them were unable to move. In this way, no matter how powerful the angel battle array was, it would not help, but what shocked Yang Ling even more was still to come.

After being killed by a sword, the souls of many twelve-winged archangels turned into white light in an attempt to return to the so-called Cloudsdale. However, he could not escape no matter what, as if he had fallen into a swamp, he was burned to ashes by the invisible flames, and died completely.

Within a radius of thousands of steps, it seemed that some ancient magic array or prohibition had already been laid by Raymond, and there was a faint energy fluctuation in the air, which could not be detected at all if you didn't pay attention. It was only after Raymond took out his sword that the fluctuations instantly became stronger, and he quickly regained his calm after destroying the souls of many angels.

"The strong, this is the real strong!"

Looking at Raymond who quickly put away the long sword, and feeling the rapidly fading soul fluctuations in the air, Yang Ling's heart was shocked, and he understood that Raymond's true strength had not yet been fully exposed.

With a loud bang that shook the sky, the sturdy gate of the Holy City finally fell to the ground, and the coalition forces of the major forces surged in like a tide, and smoothly merged with Yang Ling's Demon Beast army.

"Rush, kill!"

"Leave no one, kill!"

The coalition forces pursued the victory and frantically attacked the retreating Papal army. The soldiers divide the way, kill people when they see them, and kill them all the way.

"The city is broken, quick, run!"

"Your Majesty, what to do"

In the face of the ferocious attack of the coalition forces, in the face of the overwhelming, bloodthirsty and violent demonic beasts, the soldiers of the Holy See were about to collapse at the touch of a button, and most of the soldiers fled in despair. The few soldiers who gritted their teeth and held their positions were drowned by the waves in the blink of an eye like a small stone thrown into the sea.

Defeat is like a mountain!

The fall of the twelve-winged archangel completely crushed the courage and confidence of the papal knights to resist. Everyone understands that the Holy See, which was once invincible on the mainland, has reached the verge of falling apart and completely perishing.

"It's over, it's all over!"

Look at the corpses of the twelve twelve-winged archangels, look at the many trichologist knights who fled for their lives in panic, look at the surging enemies, the Pope muttered to himself, his face pale. Originally, with the support of the twelve-winged archangel, he was also ready to sweep away all the forces on the continent and bloody their territory in the name of eradicating the infidels. Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse in the blink of an eye, and he was directly killed by the coalition forces of the major forces in the Holy City!

The dream of reigning on the entire Tyranid continent has been completely shattered!

"Your Majesty, we still have a large number of soldiers in the Holy Alliance, and we still have a large number of believers, and there is still a chance to fight back again. Go, go quickly, it's too late if you don't leave!" Seeing that the Pope was in a trance, Weber, who was dressed in a black robe, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. The Holy City could no longer be defended, and if the Pope was killed by the enemy on the spot, the Holy See would be completely destroyed.

"Believers, hahaha, and a large number of believers?" the Pope laughed maniacally, and although Weber shouted reassurance, as the supreme ruler of the Holy See, he knew very well that the Holy See had no way out.

Ever since Yang Ling's hateful fellows spread the news that the Holy Alliance's massive plague was a plot of the Holy See, the Holy Alliance had long since turned into a huge powder keg, violently resisting the Holy See's blockade, and more and more believers seeking the truth of the matter. Even the many nobles and chambers of commerce who were attached to the Holy See in the past quickly changed their positions after understanding the truth of the matter, and stayed away from the crazy Holy See!

Under the cold, not to mention the ordinary little nobles, he is a big lord who calls for wind and rain, and he is afraid that one day he will become a victim of the Holy See. Not only did they no longer carry out the orders of the Holy See, but they even contributed to the conspiracy of the believers to violently resist the Holy See.

Although the people's riots were suppressed again and again under the violence of the papal apologists, the undercurrent was surging, and the situation became worse and worse. If with the help of the twelve-winged archangels, the Holy See swept away the major forces on the continent, and with the great increase in prestige, it would naturally have a way to appease the people and defuse the turmoil of the Holy Alliance. But after the defeat of the twelve-winged archangel and the news of the destruction of the holy city spread, the huge powder keg will definitely not be able to cover it anymore!

"Your Majesty, let's go, as long as you live, at least there is a glimmer of hope!" Webber loyally led a war horse that had traveled thousands of miles, and prepared to rush out with the elite protection of the Holy Church.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and even if the Holy City is destroyed, the Holy See will still have considerable strength elsewhere. As long as the Pope is alive, there is still a chance to turn over!

"Holy City, I'll be back!" looked at the loyal Weber, the desperate Pope saw a glimmer of hope in desperation, turned over and rode on his horse, and rushed towards the city gate under the escort of everyone. The group was overwhelmed and quickly approached the city gate.

However, just when the Pope thought he was going to escape, an accident happened!

"God said that he is watching you in Heaven!" Yang Ling suddenly appeared in the sky, leading the Corpse Witch King and the Black Dragon King and others to block the way of the Pope and others, and smiled, "Your Majesty, doesn't the Bible of your Holy See preach that Cloudsdale is the paradise that every believer of you yearns for! Now, it's time for you to return to heaven, let's go." Come bare, go bare, leave the artifact and crystal coins, let's go!"

Walk bare, leaving artifacts and crystals behind?

The enchantress laughed and glared at Yang Ling beside her charmingly, and the rude guys such as the Black Dragon King and the Giant Ape King laughed even more, looking at the Pope and his party who fled in panic like a dead man. Before, if it wasn't for Yang Ling's stop, they would have led the army of demonic beasts to personally kill the Holy City and tear the old guy the Pope to pieces. After enduring it for so long, I finally waited for this opportunity in front of me!

"Quack, come bare, go bare, leave the blood and soul behind!" Feeling the fluctuations in the souls of the Pope and the others, the Corpse Witch King quacked and licked his chapped lips. Devouring a high-ranking pope, even if you don't get much benefit, at least after returning to the undead plane, it will be much more majestic to say it!

"Hehe, no, it should be bare, go bare, and leave the big white and tender ass for our Sarah!" The Black Dragon King smiled evilly, turning into his own body as he spoke, soaring into the sky under the murderous gaze of the Enchantress, hovering over the Pope and the others

Looking at the Pope like a lost dog, thinking about his previous arrogance, everyone was extremely relieved, and surrounded the Pope and his party while talking.

"You" The Pope's face turned pale, and he trembled with anger.

As a high-ranking pope, usually, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him, and he doesn't even dare to speak loudly. Even the golden lion himself spoke politely and treated him with courtesy. I didn't expect it to fall to such a point today!

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to have today!" The Dark Commander flew over with a dragon slaying spear and looked coldly at the pale-faced Pope.

For thousands of years, the Dark Society has been bullied by the Holy See to the point that it can barely breathe, and it was almost completely destroyed. Today, it is finally the turn of the Dark Society to exert its power and slaughter the base camp of the Holy See! Finally, it can bloodied the vile, hypocritical, and insidious Holy See, and finally slaughter the overbearing Papal knights and the fanatical followers of the Holy See.

On this day, the Dark Society has been waiting for an unknown number of years!

"Hahaha, what if you win, I'll just stand still and see who of you dares to come up and kill me!" Seeing that he was surrounded by the army of demonic beasts led by Yang Ling, and seeing Raymond leading the sword god and the elf priest and other strong people flying over, the Pope's face turned blue and white. There was no way out, and the ridicule of the crowd made him crazy again.

After the conspiracy was used to severely damage the Dark Association and capture the Dark Triumvirate, in order to avoid directly attracting the attention of the Dark King, the Holy See did not dare to kill them directly, and could only be imprisoned in the Steel Horn Castle. The reverse is the same thing!

The successive popes of the Holy See have all been blessed by the Lord God of Light himself, and there is a trace of the soul imprint of the Lord God in his mind, and as long as he is killed, he can immediately arouse the feeling of the Lord God. The Pope believed that the Dark Great Elder and Yang Ling and the others would never dare to kill themselves on the spot, and at most they would imprison themselves. No matter how strong Lei Meng's strength is, for the sake of peace on the mainland, I believe he will not dare to risk killing himself.

The Lord God of Light, who commands Cloudsdale, is the source of the Holy See's strength and confidence!

(To be continued)