The 'angels' flew down from the sky, they no longer let out a piercing scream, and more 'angels' flew out of the clear river one after another. One after another, they rushed into the hellfire, wrapping their bodies around the Baroque limbs and embracing the embodiment of the Light with their arms, trying to save the Light from the darkness.

At the same time as the Baroque moves, the demons such as Adorel, the Angels of the Holy Light and the Fallen Angels, they also approach the place where the incarnation of the Holy Light is.

Sécila plucked the harp in his hand, and the Angel of Light chanted a blessing to purify the golden threads that remained on the Baroque armor, so that he would not be corrupted by the 'angels' and stolen by the Pope.

Armed with a black longsword, Lacey fuses the flames of vengeance with the baroque hellfire.

Because of the power attached to the baroque claw tips, golden tears flowed from the eyes of the incarnation of the Holy Light, as if they could not bear the pain. The demonic power corroded the light, leaving the avatar's skin unprotected, slicing scars on his slender neck.

The golden blood flowed from the wound on the incarnation's neck, which seemed sacred, but it made the hellfire that fused with the fire of revenge burn more and more fiercely.

Adolel raised her whip, and a large number of black clouds obscured the sky and the 'sun'. The demon soldiers followed his instructions and surrounded the bud in a circle.

Camos approached silently with the Sword of Bravery, and Astor raised the Storm Spear as well.

The hellfire consumes every drop of blood that falls, and the 'angels' also become the nourishment of the flames.

Even with the demon's claw in his throat, the avatar didn't feel real pain, he was just pretending hypocritically.

The Angel's death did not make the avatar uncomfortable either, but when the thorn withered from the flames, and the surface of the half-bloomed bud suddenly broke. The avatar of the Holy Light turned sideways with a cold, panicked look, and the demonic claws in the shadows took the opportunity to tear his wings.

Chapter 627

The flames that appeared at the foot of the Baroque spread uncontrollably, the black fire of vengeance merged with the dark green hellfire, and the thorns withered with the entire golden plain. As long as one of the angels is stained with flames, their whole bodies will be burned, and in the flames and thorns will become ashes that nourish the flames.

Death is the nourishment that demons most often use to nourish hellfire, and the more filthy and rotten, the more fertile it becomes.

Black clouds obscured the pure sky and the 'sun', the fire of vengeance and hellfire seemed to swallow it all, the heat alternated with the cold, the barriers of thorns and light shattered. Isidore sings silently, 'Angel Feathers' surrounded by demonic insects, flames that hide in the light and help the Pope see.

The embodiment of the Light is not afraid of fire, and the 'angels' of death are not able to guide his emotions.

But when the flames were able to scorch the buds, causing the incarnation of the Light to feel a tingling sensation in his soul, the moment he allowed Baroque to choke his throat and force his neck to turn like a puppet, looking at the 'bud' that hid its body.

The side of the neck was grabbed by the demonic claw of Baroque's right arm, and the space cracked from the hidden flames, stretching out the palms of multiple nails like knives, like a leaping thunder, grabbed the wings on the back of the incarnation of holy light, ruthlessly cut and pulled outward violently and forcefully, digging out multiple gravel-like 'hearts' with bone and 'flesh', and shuttling through space before the avatar turned back.

"You're damned—"

The avatar's clawed neck swelled, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat as sharp and piercing, making it difficult to maintain a sacred posture. The incarnation of the Holy Light, who felt the 'pain' for the first time, shouted loudly, and forcibly tore all twelve wings at the same time in front of those whom he ignored and only kept as sacrifices, which was even more painful for him than to divide his soul.

The consciousness of the body and the incarnation are ashamed and angry at the same time, and the severed wings really trample on his dignity, making the Pope's emotions unbearable.

The back of the plucked wings left a hollow inside, completely exposing the decay and erosion on the inside of the delicate exterior, and the golden blood and large pieces of rotten flesh fell from the back, causing the flames to burn more violently.

The incarnation of the Holy Light remained in the posture of being choked by the throat by the claws, like a boneless sludge forcibly twisting and struggling, in a posture that a normal person would surely fracture, freely turning its neck in the sharp claws of the baroque. Bloodshot eyes of anger stare into the darkness, searching for the claws that devoured their wings.

However, the 'hand' that severed and took away the wings was gone. The darkness obscured the eyes of the light, making it impossible for him to see or search for the dignity of the plundered.

The fire of darkness burned brightly, the flames of the sky collided with the light of the sky, and the demonic hand that successfully plundered the spoils returned, and Maias opened his beak to inflate his body with a secret method, and the torn wings hidden in the darkness were swallowed up by the 'heart' that adhered to the root of the wings, and then the black eyes turned from substance to hazy mist.

The stealthy Ryan used props to protect Maias from being watched by the light, and secretly handed over a magic stone and asked in his heart, "Are you okay, do you need help?" ”

"Okay."

Maias tucked the magic stone in the feathers of his wings, looked up at the embodiment of emotional anger in the flames, and after thinking carefully about his feelings at the moment, he replied in his heart: "When these 'lights' enter my womb, even if they have not been completely devoured and have not recovered what should have been protected by me, I have also acquired the ability to channel some of the emotions of the avatar. ”

"I can now lead him to lose his mind even more frantically if I need to, but then it will be easy for the Pope to detect my presence." "I also have a vague strange feeling that if I can devour the 'heart' that belongs to the Pope, I can even channel the Pope's emotions. ”

"Very good ability." Ryan thought quickly in his heart, "You first dissolve the constraints between these and the incarnation, and wait for the most suitable time for me to give you instructions." ”

Ryan maintained communication with the system, kept observing the state of all his companions, and continued to advise in a gentle voice: "The Pope's light is not pure enough, tell me if you have any uncomfortable feelings." ”

Everything devoured by the incarnation of the Holy Light can no longer be restored, and the soul has become his power that is difficult to divide, and there is no way to redeem the soul as before.

Let the Pope, who has always elevated himself by devouring all things, be devoured, with his selfish and hypocritical character...... You don't have to wait until you feel the anger in the light.

"Thank you very much."

Maias used a secret method to make his body nothing, and after shrinking, he flew to the shoulder of 'Ryan' to rest, and used the secret method to smash the last remaining connection between the devoured 'light' and the incarnation, allowing himself to be secretly devoured and stripped more deeply.

As long as the useful power removes the impurities that are harmful to oneself, the soul fragments that can be saved or purified are retained.

As a demon, Maias also has a 'bad' side, not to mention that the Pope once captured him and forced him to assist his avatar to cause more evil.

Maias was familiar with the habits of the Pope, and he determined that the soul was retained, stripped and devoured from the Pope's perception, severing the connection between the 'light' and the incarnation, while also making the Pope feel the pain clearly and profoundly.

Even if it wasn't anything, it was just a slight sore spot that seemed to be beating nerves, and it was still unbearable for the Pope's body, and the hypocritical embodiment of light, to bear the anger.

As the Pope was enraged, the avatar who no longer maintained a hypocritical and holy posture withdrew his gaze.

When the Pope's body and the consciousness of the incarnation reached a consensus, the Codex in his hand shone at the same time as the 'Angel Feather' held in his other hand.

The incarnation of the Holy Light no longer looked for someone to devour his power, and his eyes stared indifferently at the demon's claws choking his throat Baroque, his hair like mad tentacles twitching wildly behind him.

Light poured out of the obscured clouds to force the darkness back, and Adoral, sensing the oddity, guided his companions in secret words.

Fiercer winds blow across the plains, extinguishing the icy hellfire and the scorching flames of vengeance. The code of light turned over without wind, and the angel feather fell from the hands of the avatar, and then it seemed to be held by an invisible spiritual force, and the wingtips walked and depicted on the wordless pages, and the ancient words erupted with holy light that seemed to devour everything.

The intense light glare forcibly forced all demon soldiers who had begun to retreat due to Adorel's orders.

Moises and the Knights of Light quickly retreated, and the Angels of Light and the Fallen Angels unleashed their magic at the same time, working with the Light Mages to create a barrier of pure magic.

The demonic claws that grabbed the avatar's neck were hot, and Baroque had the illusion that his arm was about to melt, and the cut wound on the avatar's neck healed in the light, and the blood gushing out seemed to stick to the tips of his claws and merge with the avatar.

Sensing that something was wrong, Baroque erupted into an even more powerful hellfire, and with the help of Isidore's power, he stopped the light from devouring him, and after releasing the tips of his claws, he flapped the fiery demon wings and accelerated away from where the avatar was and returned to his companions.

The embodiment of the Light was left to the Baroque, and with a flick of his hand, the Hellfire was consumed by the Light.

The white soles of his shoes fell back to the plain, and the Pope's angry eyes chased after Baroque and his companions around him, and his words were as indifferent as ice: "You should not have witnessed the coming of the merciful God so soon...... I did have the heart to invite you, and I gave you a chance, but your provocation really displeased me. ”

As he speaks, the light shines.

It was as if the night had been pushed away by the ultimate day, and the wind blew the chaotic water surface to restore calm.

The obscured 'sun' returned to the golden plains, and all the new life that had just died in the flames was born, including the 'angels' that had been reduced to ashes.

Golden thorns bloom more brilliant bouquets of red, and leaves swaying in the wind spontaneously play the sound of magic. The resurrected 'angels' sang in the wind, praising the sanctity and mercy of the light.

More 'angels' flew out of the pure water, flapping their pure wings, embracing the incarnation of holy light with their white arms, repairing the hollow of their wings behind him, as if there was a shameful cover for ugliness, covering up the sarcoma inside the body for more people to see.

It's just that the light contained in the body is too domineering, and too much has been lost, and the broken 'angel' can't immediately repair the missing wings. The scar can only be healed first, and then the light will condense twelve illusory wings of light, so that the appearance of the incarnation is similar to a real angel again, without the slightest sacredness and flawlessness.

The barrier of light blocked the light released by the 'sun' at this moment, and Andrea and Padraic prayed in a low voice with the light mages and Sécira, using secret methods to isolate them from hearing the 'angels' that could confuse their hearts.

Looking at the images of the Flower of Time, the bard is also chanting a ballad, protecting the hearts of all races from being guided by the light of evil.

"The merciful God has come?"

The secret method only separates the sound of the 'angels' from the piano and the song, and does not isolate the words of the incarnation and the pope itself. Standing on top of Salad's head, behind him was a brave mantle flying in his cape, and Camos snorted disdainfully.

As the darkness is dispelled by the light, the eyes hidden in the light regain the ability to peep, and they remain angry and eager to patrol the space, searching for the ones who are devouring but still deliberately retain their senses, which is the most unacceptable humiliation for the Pope.

At this moment, when Camos snorted coldly, the incarnation of the Holy Light had already sensed what he was about to say, so his indifferent eyes raised slightly, and his fingertips flipped the codex.

Floating angel feathers write new words on the blank pages, and their pale lips squirm slightly.

Everyone could sense that the avatar wanted to use a secret method and light to stop Camos's words. But when light fell from the top of the Codex, Camos raised the Sword of the Brave and slashed the light with the sword aura that fused with the will of his companions.

"My will is firm and pure righteousness, and I am not afraid of such evil and filthy thoughts."

The broken light rained down and was obscured by a barrier. Camos stared at the embodiment of the Light with a determined and indifferent gaze, and his words were filled with contempt that made the Pope even more annoyed: "You yourself are a monster born by stealing what belongs to others, your wisdom, talents, and abilities do not belong to you, and you cover up everything you steal as your own, so that you can devour and force the body to reach the edge of the gods." ”

"Darkness or light, true gods have followers, but no race will truly believe in you...... Only an empty shell with no wisdom after being brutally killed by you and forced to transform. ”

Camos moved down with the sword of the brave that had shattered the 'light', and pointed to the embodiment of the Holy Light who was still embraced by the 'angel', "I believe that the gods are merciful and pure, but in my eyes you are only evil. ”

"I think what the righteous brave man said is true, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The palm of Ryan's right hand caressed the wolf's head, quietly waiting for Camos's words to fall.

When the avatar held the angel feather in his hand and was about to touch the Codex again, 'Lane' raised his head to meet the Pope's angry but pretended calm eyes, slowly showed a polite and detached smile, and continued to whisper: "Neither human nor alien races have a race that trusts you, even the angels from the Land of Light and the demons of the Demon Realm, Light and Darkness do not recognize your existence. ”

"You don't have the qualifications to be called a benevolent god, and even now you don't dare to become a god."

Ryan controlled the puppet with a cold smile, there was no kindness in his cold eyes, and the words in his mouth were calm and cold, piercing the fact that the Pope had been hiding it, "You are just imagining the future after you become a god, but this is not real, it is not something that will definitely happen. ”

"The world of origin was formed by the great creator gods, who created races based on themselves and their fantasies, and nurtured them until now...... The gods still haven't given up on us, it's just because of the god of lies who led the evil to start a god war thousands of years ago, and they can't come to the continent because of the restrictions of the rules. ”

'Ryan' lowered his hand and stared into the avatar's eyes, "Even with the sins led by the god of lies and evil, the gods are still watching everything on the continent. And you desire to be a god, and you are afraid to become a god, and you don't even have the qualifications to become a true god, but dare to falsely call yourself a god when the gods cannot come. ”

The corners of Ryan's mouth returned to a calm angle, and his eyes were imprinted with a real phantom: "What qualifications do you have to call yourself benevolent?" ”

If even the Pope could be called merciful, Lane could not think of any other word for himself, and for all those who longed for peace.

The flower buds surrounded by thorns twitched slightly, and the breathing sound of the avatar of the Holy Light, which was controlled by the main body, became heavier.

The Pope tried to stop Lane's words, but when he saw his true form in Lane's eyes...... Obviously, the anger in his heart was about to materialize and distorted, but he still restrained his emotions and stared at Ryan and replied: "Even if I haven't broken through the boundaries of the gods now......"

The Pope's voice paused slightly, and the control avatar did not utter the second half of the sentence.

The rules do not allow gods to descend on the mainland, so the Pope has always restrained his body from being on the verge of becoming a god, and hid his power in the incarnation to prevent his body from exceeding the limit and breaking through the boundary.

Because of the 'devouring' of the 'plague' hidden under the Blood Castle, the Pope has the ability to devour the God of Lies, which allows the 'capacity' of the main body to be increased, and there is no need to worry about devouring too much expansion and cracking.

The Pope can refute Camos with impunity, even if he is God's chosen brave. But when Ryan said these words at this moment, the Pope's ontology was rarely a little uncertain and hesitant.

After all, it was 'Lane', and he was the chosen choice of the lord who was actively recommended by the 'Descendant of the Gods'.

Even though his current strength is far greater than before, he has even defeated and 'devoured' the 'God of Lies'...... The current Pope didn't want to admit it, but he did always be jealous of the descendants of the gods in the central imperial city.

Obviously-

Just descendants of the gods.

The words channeled by Camos don't need to be heeded, but the words that come from the mouth of 'Ryan'...... Because of the fear of the descendants of the gods, the pope needs to think about whether his words will cause a bad situation for him.

For example...... If he continues to maintain a confident posture and directly call himself a true god, will the rules affect him?

The most suitable time to become a god is coming, and the millennium time is the limit of the rules and a kind of shelter, and the first ray of light on the day of Ragnarok in a thousand years will come, and then it will be the most suitable time to ban the light.

As for the Godhead of Light appearing in the Dawn...... Even after hearing about it, the Pope has never seen the light of day, and has only heard of the uncertain priesthood of the god of the dawn. He can only choose the best time to complete his obsession and make sure that everything goes smoothly.

The Pope's body fused more and more slowly with Ryan's words, and the beast head growing in his abdomen bit his body into a blur. The movement in the bud grows larger, the wound heals on the light, and the Pope thinks the self thinks more clearly.

The incarnation of the Holy Light embraced the Codex according to the will of the Pope, he suppressed all his emotions, looked at Ryan calmly and said, "The War of the Gods is a thousand years ago, and everything that happened in the War of the Gods has been sealed. Those who are not gods do not know the specifics of that war, and no race has preserved any record of the war of gods, including the Temple of Light. ”

"Cities...... The tribe exchanged wealth for peace, so the continent was stable, and peace lasted for a thousand years. I inherit the papal throne and obey the light, and under my guidance, all human and alien people can live in peace on this continent. ”

With the thoughts of the ontological mind, the sky shines brighter, and the embodiment of the light retracts its violent and angry posture, and returns to its previous hypocritical and holy appearance.

The incarnation of the Holy Light held the Codex in his left hand, held the Angel Feather in his right hand, stared at Ryan's eyes with golden eyes, and used the reflection in his eyes to stimulate his own mind to calm down, and coldly changed the truth of history with words, "The Temple of Light has the most complete records on the continent and the richest wealth in the whole continent. The Central Imperial City has the most fertile land on the mainland, and there are countless humans and aliens who are friendly with the Temple of Light and the Imperial City around it. ”

"I don't even know the history that existed for nearly a thousand years until it was born...... How could a new human lord of yours know about the past between the gods? ”