Chapter 626

A meteorite attached to black flames fell from the sky, and a disembodied gray apparition took shape behind Sigurd.

As one of the messengers of death, Sigurd also has some ability to channel death, especially in this place of death, which the Pope calls 'Holy Light', but is actually full of bones. The bud that is being healed by the Holy Light is not afraid of falling meteors from the sky, and there are still people who snort contemptuously, and those 'angels' who are controlled by the Pope and have a certain amount of low-level wisdom are also not afraid.

Whether it's a demon that suddenly appeared, Sigurd...... Orcs, or angels who came before.

Even if nearly 100 'angels' were lost in an instant due to the demon's claws, the remaining 'little angels' only slowly flapped their wings, removed the leaves from the thorns, and used light magic to collect the ashes of their companions' deaths, put them on the leaves, and then put them into the river.

The water floats lightly on the blades, and when it merges with the river, a greater number of 'angels' fly out.

The 'angels' hummed hymns, and the sky fell into a barrier of light, invisibly stopping the demons.

The long whip held in Adorel's left hand rolled up a short blade, and his eyes stared coldly at the buds behind the holy light, and all the demon soldiers scattered around invisibly as he guided, disguised as if they were intercepted by the light.

Baroque hovered in the air with his wings spread out, his long hair draped behind him at will, his claws covered in spiked black armor raised slightly, a ball of demonic insects flying in his palm, and his dark red eyes stared indifferently at the buds behind the wall of light.

Moises hovered lazily and casually beside Adolel with a long whip in his hand, his beautiful eyes as bright as the petals of a bright rose. Maias, the incarnation of the Blackbird, stopped on Moises' shoulder, retracted his wings and carefully surveyed, telling Moises about the weakness of the 'angel' he saw.

The minotaur was armed with a great axe and stood in the same place as the knight under the leadership of the chief.

The attitude of the demons is so perfunctory that even the current Pope can feel it easily. Just as he was about to mobilize his energy to think, guided by Sigurd, the power of death slightly oppressed the light, the Pope was shocked to realize that the phantom behind Sigurd had coalesced into a human figure in a gray cloak.

The golden 'Land of Light', the blood-red mist of death poured out from beneath the golden weeds and thorns, condensing into a blood-colored scythe in the hands of the phantom behind Sigurd. With Sigurd's wings slightly raised, the scythe slashed synchronously, and the blood-colored arc silently shattered the light that fell from the sky.

The barrier broke, as if time had been frozen, and the originally fearless 'angels' were shattered one after another due to the arc light.

Those fogs are the souls of the Pope hidden in the earth, containing a strong power of death, which has become Sigurd's power at this moment.

The Pope who was hiding in the darkness looked indifferently, even though part of the body had been seen, he was still trying to cover it, not condensing the light barrier again, but allowing more 'angels' to fly towards the arc of death, to dissolve the power that Sigurd had channeled at this time.

Following the Pope's guidance, the 'angel' opened his wings and embraced the arc with his arms, allowing himself to perish.

Until all the 'angels' are gone, and the golden ashes of their death fall to the ground. The weeds on the plains swayed, including the wind that had been condensed and broken by Astor just now, and the ashes of the Angel's death were blown into the distance.

Where the ashes flew, the power of death that emerged from the ground was suppressed. The thorns grew in the wind, cracking through the spikes on the surface of the thorns, blooming one after another with delicate blood-colored flowers of Theaura, adding a luster to the golden plains.

The Pope dissolves death with 'death', and the golden light merges into a 'sun' in the sky.

The sun shines like a fireball, and the golden buds crack even more. The meteorite stopped for a moment, then disappeared from everyone's eyes, and even Sigurd didn't know what was happening except for Ryan and Andrew.

"Wait a moment."

The tips of Baroque's claws moved slightly, trying to test the current situation of the Pope, but was stopped by Ryan, who was aware of his thoughts, in a low voice.

The invisible Ryan and Andrew have found the most suitable place, and Ryan calmly reminded all his companions through props: "The Pope is deliberately showing weakness to deceive you, relax your vigilance, secretly steal and imitate your abilities, don't get too close to the thorns for the time being, you can use magic to remotely reverse deceive." His last avatar should be on the horizon, and my puppet will do it first. ”

"What a troublesome and cunning fellow."

Baroque's palm was slightly retracted, and the demon worm fused into his armor, and his arm waved at will, throwing a cold hellfire at the bud.

The hellfire burned in the air, and the spreading sea of fire was melted by the light before it could touch the buds.

'Ryan' stroked the top of the wolf's dragon with his palm, and the 'water elemental elf' held up a colorful foam, and under the sharing of their power, Baroque and the others clearly saw the phantom hidden in the light, and the ugly body that could not be hidden in the bud and seemed to be completely clear.

The crowd endured the feeling of being sickened, and Sécchira and the Angel of Light hummed the song of the Angel of Purity, this time their light was not stolen.

All the 'angels' died by Sigurd's power, but they are still alive.

Underground or in the wind, and in everything around it, including every weed and every thorn...... Not just the phantoms of light that they see, but all can hear the seemingly non-existent, very real breathing sounds, and there are more real and malicious peeps hidden in the light.

With the frequency of the crowd's attacks slowing down, and the absence of powerful origins or forbidden magic, the Pope was already vaguely aware of it. So when the hellfire was engulfed by the light, the gray phantom behind Sigurd suddenly shattered.

Surrounded by thorns, the golden bud did not stop until it was halfway through bloom, to the sound of Sekira and the angels humming sacred songs. The stamens in the middle that were not fully exposed erupted and shone with light elemental particles, and among the large number of 'little angels' that flew out with the light, a hazy and divine phantom faintly appeared.

The new 'little angel' holds a golden petal piano in his hand, his body is clearer than the previous 'angel', and his eyes and appearance are more realistic. The hazy phantom became real under the gaze of everyone, and when a pair of white boots hit the ground, the light surrounding the phantom broke.

The 'little angels' sang in unison, imitating the voices of Sécchira and the Angels of Light.

As Ryan had just guessed, the Pope's last incarnation of the Light appeared in the midst of the song.

Unlike all of the Pope's previous incarnations, the face of the Avatar of the Holy Light was not obscured by a mask, except for the changed eyes and hair color, and the twelve pure white wings behind him, the avatar was almost identical to the temperament of the Pope's body that Padraic had seen before.

Thanks to the blessing of Ryan and the 'Water Elemental Elves', Padraic and the others were not seduced by the radiance emanating from the incarnation.

Dressed in pure white robes and boots, his wings encircle him, and his blonde eyes are benevolent. If it weren't for Padraic who could clearly see it under their protection, the black hair and blood on their lips were now incarnated, even Padraic and Baroque...... They almost felt that he was truly immaculate and pure because of the light that surrounded the incarnation.

The avatar of the Holy Light stretched its wings on its back to make it more erect and stood on the golden plains, holding the golden code in his left hand and a golden angel feather in his right hand.

The 'sun' in the sky is still emitting light, and the embodiment of the light is extremely sensitive to emotions. Seeing everyone's eyes faintly falling on his face, the avatar gently pressed the angel feather on his lips, erasing the traces that should not have been seen with a gentle feather, and then showed a green smile to everyone with a disguised shyness.

The Angel flew down into the air, hovering beside the incarnation of the Light, repeating the sound of the Angel's music eavesdropping.

Orn lifted his left hand slightly, gently rubbing his aching temples.

Paorien turned his face slightly and whispered, "The embodiment of failure is actually of such use...... I don't even let go of myself.,It's getting more and more disgusting light.。 ”

The avatar's sense of hearing is sharper than visual perception.

The green smile on the face of the avatar of the Holy Light disappeared at the words of Paorion, and he wrapped his waist around his waist with his smallest wings, bowing his head slightly as if he was weeping because of his words.

"If this is also the method you use to stall for time and escape purification...... Baroque clenched his claws into fists in disgust, "what an unbearable hypocrisy." ”

"That's true." Moises agreed, "I am bored just by seeing it." ”

Padraic used magic to create a barrier, and only through multiple layers of light did he dare to look at the last incarnation of the Pope, and thought in a low voice: "There seems to be a special power in him...... Even if we haven't done anything yet, it can still mobilize and channel the emotions in our hearts. ”

"Indeed, I have been seduced into anger."

Arroline pressed down the brim of her magic hat slightly, obscuring the holy light that could be seen in her eyes, and whispered in her mind with restrained emotion: "Not to mention his hypocritical and innocent gesture at the moment, even in the song of purity of the angels, just seeing his disguised and harmless expression, I already want to throw a ball of fire and burn him." ”

"It is clear that he is the source of all chaos, and even the incarnation has his soul and consciousness. The spirits who died because of the Pope, even I can feel their wrath. "Frankino controls the flow of the wind to fly," the gaze hidden in the shadows was presumptuous due to the appearance of the avatar, and the smell in the wind became more and more unpleasant. ”

"The wings behind him can not only control emotions, but also mobilize the desires of those who are guided by the light, and even make the living form sacrifice itself for the light and become his power."

Isidore's eyes turned pale gray, and black writing appeared on the skin he had hidden in his collar, and it was with Ryan's help that he was able to hide the emotions in his heart at the moment. Isidore closed his slightly chapped lips, he was seduced by the avatar far more than anyone else, and what he perceived at this moment was more real.

Isidore held up the pure white feather in his palm, forcibly restrained all kinds of emotions so that his mind could calm down, breathed lightly and continued to say in his mind through the props: "I have seen that the soul in that 'bud' is arguing at the moment. Evil is leading the Pope to merge faster, but the Pope is not completely controlled by evil, he wants to devour us first. ”

"We're halfway through our plan."

Andrea's right hand was gently placed on the back of her left hand, "As long as the Pope does not have a firm belief in fusion in his heart, evil will not be able to complete more guidance, and there is no need to worry about them forcing fusion and the Pope being forcibly encroached upon by evil." ”

The invisible Ryan clasped his hands together, "The Pope already wants to devour us, but he hasn't given up on fusion, this is the best opportunity." ”

"I'm ready." Andrew, "Anatoly they are the same. ”

Musel's fingers caressed the staff, his eyes protected by the flow of water staring at the incarnation of the Light, "It seems that because our reaction was too cold to achieve the effect he originally expected, I can vaguely feel that the Pope's avatar is a little angry, he is strengthening the abilities of those wings." ”

"Maybe we're going to be a little angrier and more irrational at this point?"

Loris, holding the Staff of Wind in her arms, whispered in her head while avoiding the avatar's gaze, bowing her head slightly in an attempt to make a gesture of fear.

The princesses of the City of Flowers and the heirs of the noble realms all reacted similarly to Loris, with the knights and pros each pretending to have different attitudes. The Knight of Light was angry at the evil of this place, but he was still able to keep his emotions sensible.

As for the demons......

"Although I am an emotional demon, I am not good at disguising emotions, and I am not prepared to be good at such things."

The tips of the baroque's claws gently collided with each other, making a crisp sound, looking at the incarnation of the Pope who was about to turn into a ball of light at this moment, his eyes were burning with fire, and he asked in Ryan's mind through the prop: "I have fought with the Pope before, so as not to make my disguise unreal, can I express my anger in my own way?" ”

"Yes." Ryan, "Even if he mimics demonic talents, we still have angels to suppress them. You just need to be careful not to be provoked by him to force you to exchange hearts with Cyril. ”

"Every one of his avatars ......" Baroque: "What a nasty ability." ”

"The purer the ...... The easier it is to lead to depravity until it is completely defiled. ”

Ryan looked at the embodiment of the Holy Light as if it was about to merge with the light, and even the hair was flying, staring at the body hidden in the bud behind him, and his mind whispered in his head: "Go and make a big fight with Moises and Maias, Baroque." Eldorel will guide the soldiers to attack at the right time, and I will keep you safe. ”

Baroque clenched his claws back hard, "I'll just wait for your words." ”

The black hellfire ignited Baroque's wings, and Maias, who was standing on Moises' shoulder, raised his head and let out a soft whisper, "I will try to influence his abilities so that he does not influence your thoughts." Previously to avoid being detected by the Pope, I seem to be able to devour his avatar if I could...... Although I am a demon, his power is not pure light, and it has a great attraction for me. ”

Maias looked up slightly, and continued uncertainly: "Besides, I have a vague feeling that the Pope seems to have stolen from me...... Whoever gave me the safekeeping is hidden in the body of this incarnation. If I could devour this avatar, I would grow far beyond what I am now. ”

Moisés: "Breaking through the boundaries of godhood? ”

"I'll try."

Maias, "Even if I cannot become a god, when he is swallowed by me, I can cut off the connection between the Pope's essence and the incarnation." ”

"From the time his first avatar appeared......," Maias, "was not as attractive to me as this avatar." ”

"I see."

Baroque lowered his right hand, and the demon worm flew out of the wings of the burning hellfire, looking up at Adolal.

Adoral picked up the long whip and placed the short blade in front of Baroque with mental power.

Baroque caught the dagger and tapped his toes lightly, his fiery wings flapping lightly, allowing him to rush to the place where the bud was at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Seeing that the Great Demon Lord, who seemed to be unable to hold back his anger and was the first to approach him, the Pope's body and the guards he created were secretly observing, and the eyes of the avatar changed from anger to benevolence and sacredness, and the light emanating from his wings and body became more and more 'gentle'.

It is difficult for others to see the actions of the Baroque, but the incarnation of the Holy Light has thousands of eyes, and the 'sun' in the sky is hot, and the light easily captures all actions.

When Baroque had just crossed the barrier of light through the secret method, the incarnation of the Holy Light gently flapped the pure white wings on its back, and a pair of golden palms fell from the light, grabbing the swift Baroque arm-covered arm.

The light was comparable to a corrosive agent, melting Baroque's armor and dragging him from the air to the ground.

The moment the light came into contact with itself, a black mist floated through the purified armor, and Baroque could feel the light devouring its power. The tip of Baroque's right hand crushed the light, and the brownish-green demon insect flew out of the other dimension, and the ignited flames repaired Baroque's damaged armor.

Baroque feigned calm flapping his wings and making a backward gesture, and the light did not let him flee as he wished. The crushed hand of light regrouped, more textured and real than before, and the ensemble of 'angels' was at once strong, suppressing Sécira's purifying song.

The 'sun' in the sky spreads unbridled with its brilliance, and it seems to merge with the golden plains. The divine light makes the demon worm disappear in the eyes of everyone, and Baroque even has the illusion that its own secrets have been clearly stripped away, left to the choice of the Pope, and there is no escape.

The eyes in the light could see clearly, the secrets that Lane had allowed the Pope to discover at this moment.

Until he was dragged by the light, and countless threads in the air fell on Baroque's body, causing him to be sent into the mouth of the avatar by the hand of the light. Ryan gave a subtle reminder in his mind, and the angel feather held up in Isidore's hand fluttered.

Angel Feather shuttled through space and landed in front of Baroque, and his eyes were immediately awake from the 'confusion'. The flying demon worm emits sound waves at the same frequency, flapping its wings to embrace the angel feathers, covering Baroque with a stronger black armor, cutting off the shackles of light on Baroque.

The eyes of the incarnation of the Holy Light were slightly stunned, and it was clear that the condensed thread of light was still attached to Baroque's body, and he vaguely didn't realize how Baroque fled...... The armor condensed by the demon worms has grown spikes, making the Baroque's claws even more ferocious.

Surrounded by flames ignited by angel feathers, Baroque's body is still partially blocked by light, but his claws are able to penetrate the light.

Baroque stood on the glorious plain, the threads that seemed to grow in his body broke one after another. Baroque looked up at the incarnation of the light and smiled evilly, grabbing the throat of the pope's incarnate with his claws, flapping the fiery demon's wings, dragging the avatar backwards away from the place surrounded by the light.

Baroque stared indifferently at the Pope's avatar and taunted, its claws cutting deep scars on the Pope's white neck, "Cover your ugly sins with the light of stealing, you channel hatred, anger before the emotion-devouring Great Demon Lord, who wants to steal my powers...... I know you're stupid, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. ”

The demon's wings, attached to the black flames, flapped at an accelerated pace, opposing the power of light.

The strength of the Great Demon Lord is already a demigod, and the incarnation of the Holy Light is also a 'demigod' at this moment. While maintaining the rules, the Pope himself did not dare to guide the avatar to release more power, but Baroque did not need to worry about going beyond the boundaries of the gods, and with the help of the 'Angel Feather', he could unleash his power to his heart's content.

Dark green flames spread along Baroque's arms, and scorching smoke erupted slightly beneath his feet. The hellfire roared like a wild beast, scorching and withering the thorns and weeds around it, igniting a frenzied sea of fire that burned half of the buds.