The shrill voice of St. Op naturally penetrated the ears of the four angels.

Unlike the evil spirits, although everyone is about the same strength, the angels actually look down on the evil spirits a little, and in the eyes of the angels, the evil spirits are just a group of fools with no power but no brains.

And in reality, it's pretty much the same.

Comparatively speaking, the wisdom of angels is not inferior to human beings, and even better than ordinary human beings.

This kind of wisdom can also breed feelings like arrogance.

The words of St. Op in these four angels look simply blasphemous. A mortal actually wants four angels to do it at the same time, is this guy afraid of Roger, or is he looking down on angels?

The four angels snorted coldly almost in unison, their faces disdainful.

An angel on the far left proudly said, "A mere mortal is enough."

"Roger, it is a great honor for you to die at the hands of angels as a mortal, and you will understand how exaggerated the gap between humans and angels is."

Roger was unmoved, just smiled: "I heard that the carrier is destroyed, and the angel will not stay in the main world for more than three minutes......

"Four, is it really appropriate to talk to me here?"

"You don't want to delay, wait until the time limit is up, and then you can naturally get out of the Senluo Continent, so that you don't have to confront me head-on."

"It's an angel, it's really smart." Roger stroked his hands and exclaimed, "These vile little tricks are simply at your fingertips."

Hiss!

The four angels were furious.

They are noble angels, who stay in the scorching sun and judge the church on weekdays, and although they have to accept orders from the pope and other high-ranking church officials, all believers, including the pope, are respectful to them, and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Who can bear being so humiliated by this man now?

It is still the angel on the far left, and his personality seems to be the most explosive, and his face, which is bigger than the lid of the pot, suddenly reveals extreme anger, his expression becomes more and more gloomy, and even his voice becomes more and more different from that of humans: "Look for death!"

At the moment when the word "death" just fell, a strange snake-shaped bulge suddenly stood up on the angel's face, like a nest of poisonous snakes stuffed under the skin, constantly swimming and wriggling.

On the wings, each feather seemed to turn into scarlet strips of flesh, dancing around.

This may be the real picture of the angels fighting, even if they just see St. Op below, those people inside the church only feel inexplicable itching on their skin, and strange scarlet silk threads are gradually spreading on their bodies.

The pollution of angels is gradually spreading.

It's just that the strength of this angel is not so exaggerated, and the speed of pollution spreading is relatively slow.

Roger has also seen a lot of strange existences, but in fact, he has not fought with angels much, even 30,000 years ago, those angels often knew how terrifying Roger's existence was, and would never take the initiative to provoke this freak.

So much so that 30,000 years later, Roger even had a real fight with an angel for the first time.

The expression on his face was slightly weird, he seemed to be a little curious about the angel's battle form, how to say it, the angel's original appearance was already very ugly, the only thing that looked good might be the wings behind him, but once he entered the combat state, even the wings behind him became ugly.

Call......

I didn't see any movement from the angel, one wing was raised, and the scarlet flesh strip evolved from each feather immediately looked like a huge javelin, instantly extending in mid-air, piercing at Roger's location at an extremely fast speed.

Although the attack is simple, the speed is fast to the limit.

Even Saint Op, who was closest and had reached the super rank in strength, couldn't see the traces of the scarlet meat strips at all, and his eyes were full of afterimages for a while.

Sneer......

The air was torn apart, and there was even an extremely eerie sound of breaking the air.

The other three angels stood silently

Side, they didn't move, only the corners of their mouths faintly mocked, they seemed to have completely handed over the matter of dealing with Roger to their companion on the far left, and they were extremely sure that they would be able to take Roger down easily.

The gap between mortals and angels is simply too great.

Even the scorching sun and the Pope who adjudicated the Church, the existence that can be said to stand at the pinnacle of the human race, has an unbridgeable gap compared to the weakest angels.

This man, no matter how strong he is, is at most at the level of the old Pope.

Prolonged hours in the scorching sun and the Church of Judgment have caused these angels to have a slightly distorted perception...... In some ways, they are not wrong.

It is true that ordinary human beings cannot be the opponents of angels.

However, they are wrong, Roger has never been an ordinary human being.

Roger's finger swiped in front of him again.

It looks the same as the previous action of directly cutting off the heads of 30,000 elites, but in fact it is very different.

At Roger's fingertips, a sharp wind blade suddenly appeared.

This is the power of the Church of Storm and War.

It seems simple, but the secret techniques and storms used by Roger are fundamentally different from those inherited from the War Church, this wind blade is made by Roger condensing and compressing his own super power, although it looks like it is only a meter long and five fingers wide, but the energy contained in it is absolutely terrifying.

Burst!

The wind blade slashed at several bloody strips of meat, which were cut off and fell to the ground.

And the angel who shot didn't care about this situation, there were thousands of feathers on his back, but only a few were broken, which was not worth mentioning at all.

More tentacles took the opportunity to wrap around Roger's wrists, wrapping around and around, not letting go.

When he first came into contact with the skin of Roger's wrist, the angel's huge face immediately showed a slightly distorted and cruel smile.

This time, Roger was dead.

For angels, although the power of pollution is not as exaggerated as that of the six gods, even a master of the level of the Pope can resist it to a certain extent.

But once it comes into contact with the skin of the angel's body, the pollution will immediately rush up like a surging tide, directly eroding the target into a madman in the shortest possible time.

Just like now, a large area of dark red and blood-like markings immediately began to spread along Roger's wrist at a rapid speed, and in a short period of time, it had already climbed to Roger's neck.

And that's not all, the angel seems to have a grudge against Roger for killing their carrier, the previous offense. He didn't care about the carrier itself, but without the carrier, there was no way to continue to stay in this world, and he could only float in the void where there was nothing, which was the most difficult situation for angels to accept.

That's why he won't turn Roger into a madman so easily.

The expression on his face became more and more cruel, and his large, fat lips moved rapidly.

At Roger's feet, a river of scarlet blood flowed at some point, and the mixed smell permeated the surroundings.

The scarlet blood water seemed to have self-consciousness, and gradually wrapped around Roger's entire body along Roger's legs, as if trying to swallow Roger into the river of blood.

These blood water has the ultimate corrosive ability, once contaminated, unless the piece of skin and flesh is completely dug out, it will not die, and the target's entire body will not stop at all if it is completely turned into blood, it can definitely be called vicious and cruel.

That's not all, the angel in front of him even opened his mouth, and without hesitation, he directly let out a silent scream.

It was an attack directly on the soul.

Like evil spirits, angels are good at calculating souls.

Roger's body, which seemed to be about to struggle, suddenly stopped, as if he had received a heavy blow, and his face even flushed instantly.

He's dead.

This thing is dead.

The smile on the angel's face grew stronger.

It deserves to be him.

When he was personally

When he made a move, this seemingly powerful human didn't have the slightest power to fight back in his hands, and the whole process was completely pressed and beaten.

He didn't feel that Roger still had a chance to live at all, the river of blood rotted his body, the soul impact crushed his soul, and the pollution spread, in this case, his body and soul were gone, which was the only ending.

Sure enough, the gap between humans and angels is as exaggerated as the gap between ants and humans.

The angel even felt a little bored, and the other party did not struggle, which also hit the excitement and sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"It's over." The angel let out a proud sigh, "Boy, this is the punishment of the rash angel."

The angel had even turned around in style, ready to return to the stars.

He could already feel the rejection of the world.

"Save ...... Save ......"

That man, is he screaming for help?

can support it until now, it is not over, and it can indeed be called a talent.

But it's too late to cry out for help now, and at this moment, even the gods can't save you.

"Save ...... That's it?"

The style of painting suddenly changed, and the back of the angel, who was about to leave, suddenly stiffened in place. Look at the book

There was an incredible expression on his huge face, and in the next moment, the angel only felt a sharp pain in his wings, and then, as if the feathers had been plucked out alive......

No, it's not like, it's really unplugged.

The man who was supposed to die in pain and wind power suddenly opened his eyes at some point, separated his hands, and hugged the flesh that the angel had stretched out.

Then, the body that didn't look too strong showed a palpitating and crushing power.

I saw that the arms were pulled hard, and with a pop, all the strips of meat were uprooted.

These strips of meat are all the feathers of angels.

All the feathers were plucked out at once, and the intense pain caused at that moment was like a sharp knife poking into the angel's face, and it was still spinning vigorously.

Rao was with the power of an angel, and he couldn't control it and let out a miserable scream.

casually threw the handful of meat strips to the ground, and then looked at Roger, where there was a trace of erosion on his body, and even the river of blood entangled in Roger's legs was fading at a very fast speed.

"Angels?"

"What a weak angel!"