When that golden light rippled across the battlefield, Leon Eljonson was the first to discover it.

But he couldn't pull away for the time being, and it was true that he could use his talent to get out of here, but he couldn't. At least, he couldn't just leave until he killed the demon tide in front of him.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

The creatures of hell swarmed towards him, and the lion swung his spear with his backhand, piercing several demons together. The glow of the spear's blade burned their filthy flesh in an instant, and the pungent green smoke rose without the lion drawing its spear.

He did only one thing - he swung the spear like a sword. It sliced through the demons' bodies, swinging them into sharp circles as they howled.

The foul-smelling aether was gone, but that was only the beginning, as the Lion Sword immediately began to roar. With a heavy cracking sound, it was thrown by the lion, piercing a massive brass bull through its body.

The lion followed, galloping, blonde dancing wildly. The bull roared angrily, turned around, aimed his horns at him, and ran with even more furious speed and strength.

Its intent was clear, even if it was bleeding from the abdomen, it would pierce the perpetrator with its horns. However, the lord of the First Army, of course, is not ready to go toe-to-toe with it.

He vanished halfway through, leaving only the angry bull wreaking havoc in the tide. It actually knows what it's doing, but it doesn't care. As long as its master has blood, what does it matter whose blood it is?

The lion was able to retrieve his sword without incident, and watched coldly as the tide was wreaked havoc by the strongest brass bull.

Then, there was a frenzied roar in the sky, and he looked up, and a blazing fireball fell from the sky, smashing heavily into the demon tide.

The lion turned around and saw a group of mortals shouting loudly from their position, the flag belonging to the 65th Panzer Regiment of Terra waving wildly and violently on the position.

A smile finally rose on the cold face of the original body, bringing back some human warmth.

He clenched his sword and spear and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he had already appeared in a clearing with the smell of the forest—at least compared to the rest of the battlefield.

There was blood everywhere and piles of stumps and severed arms, they were piled up high, of all kinds. Civilians, Astartes, Cathars, Demons.

The lion frowned, he saw the beginning of the golden light, and that's why he had traveled here through his talent. But he didn't expect this to be like this.

Ruth's soul appeared in his eyes.

"It's a spectacle, brother." His dead brother spoke solemnly. "You and I have been through too many wars, some are embarrassed, some are great, some are unbearable, and some make you and me stained with blood"

He strolled over to a corpse, and the illusory hand of light touched the corpse's bright yellow helmet.

"And what about this?" Ruth asked. "You have to think about one thing, Leon, you have to understand what kind of war we are going through."

"Why are you saying this?" The male lion frowned and asked sincerely. "Isn't my consciousness enough?"

Ruth stopped talking, just looked at him with pity.

The lion's anger was provoked in an instant, and it was always like this, whether in life or after death, Rieman Ruth had a way to make him angry.

But a laugh followed, rushing from behind the fury and extinguishing it, forcing the lion to shake his head helplessly.

With his sword and spear, he went between the piles of corpses and waited patiently—as it always was, before hunting

And he didn't have to wait long, because the ground immediately began to burn. The metal and dirt where the bones were buried began to be incinerated by the sudden blood flames, then softened and deteriorated, becoming like a living swamp.

The hot steam of the dark Aether Spirit rose from it, and the lion frowned, hearing a beast-like scream—or rather, a roar of rage and reluctance.

A large door appeared before his eyes, unlike the giant door that had appeared before, it was only five meters high, the gold that made up its main body had long since been rusted, and the reliefs on it were weathered and old, and the details that had once been clear were now completely blurred.

No matter how closely you look at it, you can only see a rough figure from above, a figure wearing a laurel wreath or something like that, holding a sword.

The wind then rose and roared and slammed the door open, blasting out of it with a golden light entangled. With a loud sound that seemed like the end of the world, the lion saw five figures that seemed too abstract in the light, and a demon that was repeating the process of melting and resurrection.

The lion narrowed his eyes and left the place in an instant, his sword and spear striking at the thing, instantly smashing its chest to pieces, and its entrails tumbling to the ground.

The demon didn't seem to care, its eyes red and full of confusion. The obsidian-like fangs rubbed against each other. In a whispering tone, it slowly spat out a name.

"St. Giles."

The lion's hair stood on end, and with a roar of rage, he stabbed his spear into the demon's head. But the thing grabbed the blade of the spear with only one hand, and never let go even if the flesh of that hand melted.

In just half a second, its right hand had gone back and forth between resurrection and destruction eight times. At the same time, the murmur turned into a loud roar, and a wet stench of blood burst out of its throat, followed by a name.

"St. Giles! St. Giles! ”

It howled madly, threw down its wolf spear, and its wings rose suddenly, and it flew into the sky, screaming the name of the Baal angel all the while.

The lion roared angrily, and when he tried to catch up, a voice forced him to stop.

"Adult ——!"

A madman wrapped in blood-colored robes shouted and rushed at him, and it was only a matter of seconds before the lion instinctively swung his sword and beheaded him.

He was already very sensitive to this color, and if it weren't for the wolf spear in his hand suddenly rising and blocking the body of the lion sword, I am afraid that the madman would have been in a different place at this moment.

"My lord, my lord, save my brother."

The madman screamed and fell at his feet, and it was only then that the lion realized the man's unusual height and the twisted ankle that was clearly disabled. He frowned, and he wanted to say something, but the man had already grabbed his leg armor.

"Help them, my lord. They can't die, we have to keep the torch, we can't die," he muttered nervously. "We are the key, we are the keyhole, we are the door, we must exist."

The lion exhaled slowly, he looked down at the man, and in a moment he saw his true identity, but the incident puzzled him.

"Azek Ahriman?" He called out his name. "Why are you here?"

The madman looked up and looked at him groggyly. The eyelid sockets lit up with two flickering faint flames, scarlet and pitch black. Hearing this, he could only show a complicated expression that seemed to be crying rather than laughing.

"Save them, Lord Leon." He pleaded hoarsely. "Save my brothers."

The male lion frowned and looked up at the four men who were still unconscious. Each of them was twisted to the point of being bloody, and the armor on their bodies had been completely rusted by the war.

The lion lifted his legs to break free from Ahriman's restraints and strode towards them, only to hear Ruth's voice again.

"Ah, Björn." The ghost of the Fenris sighed softly in his ear. "So honorable, so loyal, but all I can give you is untold pain."

"Stop talking about these damn riddles!" The lion roared suddenly, so loud that it startled Ahriman. "Either tell me everything or shut up!"

"But, but, my lord," said Ahriman hesitantly. "I don't know much about it."

The lion did not answer him.

——

When it appeared—or rather, reappeared—St. Giles sensed it immediately. His eyes flashed before his eyes, the hideous face that belonged only to the nightmare hell, and its obsidian-like fangs and brass armor.

And finally the blood, its blood, the blood he had let it bleed.

The angel raised his head and looked at the sky. He saw a meteor wrapped in black smoke rushing towards his place at a rapid pace.

The angel withdrew his gaze wordlessly, and the spear of Bigong was raised high, and the blade of dyed red was then raised, forming a sharp cross angle with the spear. Radiance poured from between his wings, and his armor made of gold, terracotta, and pure gold shone brightly.

"Witness me!"

He cried out with a loud voice, and his sons and mortals alike looked at it at this moment, and even the demons briefly ceased their blasphemous deeds for the sake of his holy form.

"Witness me, loyalists!"

His voice turned into a thunderous roar, the demon agonizing and the loyalists uplifted.

"I'm going to slay demons here!"

As the words fell, his wings shook, and in the smoke and dust that rose violently, St. Giles turned into a golden light and soared into the sky.

In the eyes of everyone on the ground, the golden light that the angel had incarnated into collided with the evil star only a few seconds later. At that moment, everyone heard the sound of their weapons colliding with each other.

It was not thunder, but louder than thunder.

The dark purple clouds were sadly scattered by the shockwave, but the blood light on the horizon began to shine brighter and brighter, until it became a blood-red mirror that encompassed all the battles on the battlefield.

The reflection of hell turned into a haze that weighed heavily on people's hearts, and the roar of the angels shattered the gloom as if it were not worth mentioning.

"I've banished you once, demon!"

The angel of Baal shouted a rebuke, and a strong wind blew by, and the cold air currents of the rising air lifted his long hair up, as if the wind wanted to cheer him on.

"But not this time." Kabanha replied inarticulately, a sinister smile slowly revealing on its face.

"You still don't understand the difference between us, dear angel. I will fail, but I will come back again and again, I am a warrior, I will fight until the end of time, nothing can stop me from reaching such an end, I will always be glorious for the blood god. Unlike you, your so-called emperor can only make you shine while you are alive. And once you're dead"

It laughed wildly, and without warning it burst into flames of blood in its left hand, and a long brass whip appeared on it. It swung its whip, its long whip shattering the wind and striking St. Giles on the left flank in a vicious arc.

Its purpose was obvious, to make St. Giles incapacitated. But the angel didn't dodge at all, he handed out the spear of his work with his backhand, and the long whip wound around it by inertia. Kabanha was stunned for a moment, then immediately yelled excitedly.

"Come on, wrestle, just like last time!" It laughed maniacally again. "That's what it's called fighting!"

The spears and whips began to quiver at each other, and the two warriors were the best in their respective realms, St. Giles from the world of the living, and demons from the realm of chaos of the living, but this did not detract from their strength as warriors.

The wrestling grew scorching under their respective strengths, and Kabanha turned laughter into roaring at this moment.

"You won't know how long I've waited for today, angel! You will not understand how much I desire to drink your blood, that I will be your calamity, that of your legions, that I will devour every one of your children! ”

St. Giles did not answer, but suddenly jerked his spear.

The whip in Kabanha's hand was still held between the four monstrous claws, and there was no sign of letting go. But it itself was pulled by the angel's jerk.

It immediately realized that something was wrong, and the black wings behind it immediately roared and vibrate, and it had to retreat to dodge the red-dyed blade in the angel's left hand. At the same time, the colossal axe in its right claw danced.

Its intent is so obvious that if the angel does not let go or retreats, it will exchange wounds for wounds with angels. But how could St. Giles let it come so easily?

The white wings behind him immediately flapped, and he turned into a golden light again, and swept across the corner of the sky with a rapid speed.

The wind blew, and the demon roared angrily, a scarlet tongue popping out from between its fangs and teeth, and it roared among the clouds that shattered one after another.

"How can a battle between you and me be such a child's play! Stop, angel! Have a serious fight with me! ”

"You deserve it too?"

St. Giles sneered coldly, and at the same time, he took the initiative to release the spear of the finished work, and at the same time flung the demon out with the help of the flying arc.

Kabanha obviously didn't expect this, but the momentum that had been built up along the way made it impossible to stop the momentum on its own once it was thrown out.

The blood was so bright that crimson lightning flashed in the dark clouds. The demon screamed, and was about to say something, but there was a sharp pain in his chest.

When it looked up, it saw the eyes of the angel with determination.

"How are you—" The demon asked as he roared, but a bolt of lightning halted its inquiry.

The blood-red lightning shone all around scarlet, the clouds shattered, and the lightning danced wildly in them, and the angel's blonde hair was already wet with the blood of the demons, and so did the golden armor. He spread his wings wide open, sword in both hands, and slammed the Dyed Red Blade into Kabanha's chest.

In the scarlet thunder, they shattered the clouds and descended from the sky like meteors, bringing with them a brilliant trail of gold and red.

Half a minute later, they hit the ground with a bang.

The update is complete, a total of 12,000.

Let's talk about the recent update first.,This plot requires me to code words with all my might.,But I'm limited by work and energy, and obviously can't maintain 15,000 OvO every day.

Anyway, I tried my best to write.

(End of chapter)