Gabriel's wings kept bleeding, and at this moment he was called by Michael's name, and the next second he felt a sharp pain as if half of his body was almost shattered.

In front of her was the enraged Atdust, and in such a short time, Michael flew into the camp with the fake Sui.

He took the Book of Roger and held it aloft. The fake Sui stood silently behind Michael, his forehead swirling white.

"M!Gah!Le!" Atdusty roared, his forehead throbbing, and with a flick of his sword, Gabriel was about to enter the enemy camp.

"Don't move," Michael said, his voice fluttering into Atdust's ears, "The angelic world is still somewhat similar to Solomon, that is, they are not merciful to those who betray, since the queen has betrayed you, then I can borrow the Book of Roger-El and give her a gift?"

Atechenxi's eyes were red as if they were dripping blood, and the long sword pointed at the sky, "You dare!"

Michael smiled mildly, "She's in Solomon, isn't she?"

"Pathetic to you, Yat Chenhi, you don't know anything. ”

When Satan was entangled with Raphael, he whispered, "Go quickly, king!"

But Atchen Xi didn't say much, and Iron Feather flew up to the clouds to confront Michael, and Michael's legion was surrounded by weapons as if they were facing a great enemy. He looked at the 'Sui' standing behind Michael and said, "Why did you lie to her?"

She was frightened and lied, but it was to make up for a lie made up out of thin air.

But Michael didn't answer, and said calmly: "I don't know what method you used, the Moonlight Forest actually turned a blind eye to the angel summoning, and the Yeti clan was also motionless, but Yat Chenxi, who made you the Demon King?"

Michael said without a head, but there was no ambiguity under his hands, and the Book of Rogerair was running like a fish in water in his hands, stirring up the wind and clouds. "Isn't your weakness her?"

"It knows everything, guess it, does it know how to destroy Solomon?" said Michael, looking at Artedusty with the Book of Orojiere in his hand.

From the moment the Book of Roger fell into the hands of Michael, history overlapped in the eyes of the Suil, and no matter how much it went around and around under the trajectory of history, it was the same way.

Vasha carried the hands of the Sui like chains, the desert was stained red with blood, and the sound of killing was endless. But all she saw was the man, the man who was far away, with his back to her, and he couldn't see his expression.

"That's not me, that's not me!!" the Sui man grabbed Vashak and said, "You see, I'm here, I've just come out, so how could it be me!!"

But so what, Solomon was doomed. Vashak took her by the hand and pulled her away.

"That's not you, I know, but you have to survive, you can't pass!"

The Sui broke free like crazy, "I'm going to tell him it's not me! I'm going to be with him, I can't go, Vashak, help me." ”

She burst into tears, and was about to kneel down as soon as her knees bent, but Vashak held her up, "But I'm not going to lose you, either." Solomon is not destined to win, I will take you away, the farther away from these the better, you don't have to carry ······"

Syllable!

The Sui man slapped Varshak with his left hand and said, "Let go!" I can't leave or let go for a long time, Senior Houcheng, you can go." She looked at the man who stood up to the sky in the distance, wiped away her tears, and said, "He will not run away, Solomon is here, he is there!