Raphael wanted to fly away and throw Cain into the thunder, but Cain laughed and trapped him with a look of exhaustion.

The thunder was so close to them that Raphael could even feel the domineering power contained in it, destroying everything that stood in its way.

"Raphael!!" Alston broke one of his arms and was able to get out, and the way he ran over like crazy made Raphael's eyes narrow, his expression was frightened and frightened, his eyes were red, and he was terrified.

Something familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, Raphael suddenly had a thought.

But there was no time to think, and the heavenly thunder immediately engulfed the three of them, and a brilliant spark burst into the sky and clouds.

The seven-pointed star array was dismantled, and a person gradually emerged from the limited array, and the thirteen clans helped the people in the array up, but it was Cain.

Cain coughed a few times, but remained motionless. The Thirteen Clans slit their palms and dripped blood on his joints, and the feathers were not dyed red and finally disappeared. He stood up and rubbed his face, the dead skin that was almost black and black fell off. His long hair was also burned to the ground, and it was a little prickly to the touch.

Reluctantly smiled: "It's worthy of a seraphim, but fortunately it wasn't crowned, otherwise······ And you, it's hard for you to change the formation, and you're very skilled in recalling, so go back and rest. ”

The seven-pointed star showed thirteen points, and the thirteen clans stood up and slowly disappeared.

Cain looked around, and what had been a good place was now in tatters, like a piece of torn garment. He didn't count that Auston would break his arm and rush over, madman, a pair of madmen.

The tomb that Auston had dug for himself had long since disappeared in the long cracks, and there was no need for it.

He turned his head, empty behind him, a little uncomfortable. "I'm not used to it," Cain stretched, his torn clothes brushing and falling off, revealing his thin waist.

"Find another servant," he said to himself, "this time I have to find an obedient one, and talk a little more, eh······ Can't be too obedient······"

"Forget it, let's be obedient," he sighed.

Cain walked slowly in a random direction, and with each step, his clothes slowly returned to their original shape, his hair grew and his complexion turned white. At last, he flicked a stone with his hand, and a delicate rose grew in an instant, and Cain plucked the rose, smelled it, and the bright red lips curved to reflect the rose.

He looked like a nobleman who had come out of a high-class banquet, except that he was abnormally white, but this nobleman had not been gone for long, and a hand stretched out from the long crack, which was firmly clasped on the ground, and the back of his hand was scarred and seemed to be full of white bones.

The man supported himself with his hands, rolled over and crawled out of the abyss, and stood on the ground panting.

Auston was half-naked, his clothes were hanging on his chest with something in his arms, and his back was almost carbonized with countless cracks, and the front looked a little more normal.

He looked at the barren land, and there was no one in him, and his eyes dimmed, and he could no longer hold on to the ground and fell to the ground, raising dust.

He's really angry, isn't he······ Auston looked at the sky and the white clouds, and thought, now it's okay, there is one more person he is sorry for.

As soon as Auston's whole body was relieved at this moment, the breath disappeared, and he coughed vigorously, and the fishy smell kept pouring out of his throat.

But the little guy on his chest was not happy to be woken up and let out a faint cry. Auston struggled to get up, and unwrapped the package helplessly, and the white little guy inside was holding back his cheeks, kicking his little short legs vigorously to protest that someone had woken him up.