The space storm gradually subsided, and only a pile of scraps of meat was left of the mighty eight-winged angel and spilled on the ground.

Dick fell to one knee, clutching his broken right wrist and gasping for air. Dimihera spread her wings and flew in front of him and lifted him up. Then he gently stroked his back with his bare hands and helped him breathe.

"Are you alright?" asked Dimichra, a little worried.

Dick smiled and shook his head: "I just took two swords hard, it's not a big deal." It's you, you've been fighting with Aportt for so long, it must have been very hard!" Dick said as he stretched out his left hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Dimihera's mouth.

McFarland, Landas, and Gold had also rushed over at this time, and McFarlane turned his head to look around, and suddenly frowned: "Where's the ogre?

Dick was taken aback and immediately rose from the ground, but no matter how much he searched, he could not see the ogre Ruel. He snorted from his nose: "This bastard is insidious and despicable, and has almost harmed the entire human race. Count him lucky this time, and if he has a chance to see him next time, he will have to be killed!"

Landas walked alone between the corpses of Aport, bowing his head as if searching for something, when suddenly he shouted, "Dick, and Demihera, come and see, is this Godhead?

The group came to Landas's side, and looked down at the ground, where there was a golden orb, about the size of a finger, in the middle of Aport's stump and flesh, which was stained with a little blood, but still shining in the sunlight.

This is by no means a godhead. Dick asserted. Then he bent down and picked up the golden orb with his left hand. Wipe the blood away and look at it carefully. "Dimi, do you know what this is?"

Dimihra pondered for a while, and suddenly showed joy: "I see, this is Aport's third eye! The Angels are a race that has been favored by the Lord of Light, bathed in the divine light of the Lord God. As long as the angel is favored by the Lord God and has sufficient qualifications, plus a little luck, he will be able to change and strengthen his body under the light of the Lord God. There are many ways to strengthen it, and giving birth to a third vertical eye is just one of them. ”

Dick nodded. He remembered the Seraphim Cresky he had met in the Golden Dood Mountains. Cresky's fighting style is completely different from that of ordinary angels, borrowing not the power of the Holy Light, but the power of Thunder Punishment, which should also be the mutation and enhancement produced under the light of the main god.

Dimihra said solemnly to Dick: "Aport's third vertical eye is extremely powerful, and he received the power of the Lord God to turn into an eight-winged angel before he died, and his eyes should also have the power of the Lord of Light's Lord God remaining, you can refine this eye into a weapon, and its power will not be inferior to the Pupil of Shura." ”

Dick nodded and smiled, "That's a great idea." It seems that Master Drenfoll is going to trouble again. ”

The sun in the heavenly plane is still brilliant, but the difference is the mood of the Lord of Light in the center of the sun.

"Aport, you actually died in battle?" said the head on the left side of the Lord of Light, his tone full of surprise and anger.

"The Almighty Lord. Please be clear," said the ogre Ruel, kneeling before the three heads of the Lord of Light, in a deep voice. "The fallen angel Demichra is not alone, she is followed by several true gods. Among them was a Terran named Dick, who was him. Killed Master Aport!"

"Dick!" the central head of the Lord of Light repeated word for word.

The ogre Ruel immediately said, "Yes, it's that Dick! Although Lord Aportt is powerful and warlike, and has the power bestowed by the great Lord God, this human race is despicable, first using trickery to lower Lord Aport's vigilance, and then sneaking up from behind. That's what made Master Aportt die with hatred. The Terrans are so insidious and cunning, they should be exterminated!"

After a pause, he said: "I have always assisted Lord Apolt in the battlefield in battle, and I was ready to die with my lord, but when Lord Apolt was dying, I was told that I must report the news to the great god and let the god know the truth of the matter. That's why I chose to survive and escaped from Dick and Demihera's joint pursuit. ”

The head on the right side of the Lord of Light said lightly: "You have done a good job, let's say, what kind of reward do you want?"

The ogre Rul immediately threw his whole body to the ground, and said in a loud voice: "I don't need any reward! I just want to be able to serve by your side, the Lord God, and as long as I can enjoy your glory, I will die without regrets!"

The head of the Lord of Light nodded slightly, and then he spoke: "He who is loyal to me will be glorious!

"Thank you, Lord God!" Ruhl immediately fell to the ground.

At this moment, the Lord of Light suddenly withdrew an arm that extended to the end of his sight, and with a slight touch of his fingertip towards Ruhl, a golden streamer shot out and sank into the ogre Rul's body.

It was as if a new sun had risen in Ruhl's body, and his body was floating uncontrollably as a golden glow poured out of his body. The light was fleeting, and Ruhl landed again, his face full of disbelief as he looked down at his body.

"Give you the power of the true god as a reward for your loyalty. The head on the left side of the Lord of Light said slowly.

"Thank you Lord God for the gift!" Ruhl was stunned for a moment, then immediately fell to his knees, tears of gratitude.

"Stand down. The head on the right side of the Lord of Light said softly.

"Yes, Great Lord God, obey your orders!" the ogre Rul retreated, and a pale golden figure flew from afar.

It was a young and handsome seraphim, his face was very beautiful, but it was very cold, and there was no superfluous expression. He was dressed in a fine golden armor with a cross carved in the center of the breastplate. His wings were not pure white, but snow-white with golden feathers, and a golden halo floated above his head, shining with his golden eyes.

"Lord. The angel bowed slightly, then seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally asked, "Do you need me to take Dimhera back?"

The left head of the Lord of Light shook slightly, and he whispered, "No, Ceranis, I can understand your loyalty, but you have more important tasks to perform. Dimensional war is coming, and you must train the War Angel Legion to perfection. ”

"Lord, do you just let that traitor go?" Cetanis frowned slightly, "Actually, the training of the Angel Legion can be handed over to others......

"This plane war is unlike anything we've ever done before!" the central head of the Lord of Light opened its mouth, and a mighty voice interrupted Cetanis's words, "I hope you, the First Battle Angel under my seat, can witness this great moment!"

"Lord, what do you mean?" Setanis's cold face was shocked as well, and his eyes shone with a burning light, as if he was expecting something.

The three heads of the Lord of Light spoke together, and their voices overlapped, rolling mightily: "The darkness is more fragile than ever! It only takes a ray of light to tear it apart! In my name, the light will dispel the darkness!"

Setanis was speechless, but his eyes flashed with a blazing light, and he slowly bent his knees and bowed down to the Lord of Light in front of him.

The long river of time passed quietly and inadvertently, and for the immortal gods, seven years was only a snap of a finger.

Today was a special day for Youngor, the god of wind, and Catherine, the god of hope, as they began to fly away from Starsource City together and shoot towards the eternal blood moon in the night sky. And bypassed the area of spatial fragmentation, flew all the way to the dark side of the moon, and landed in front of the palace of the dark lord.

The Dark Lord's palace is tall, majestic, mighty, and magnificent, and a black demonic gate divides the castle into two parts. (To be continued......)