Trembling upwards, Metatron looked up at the sky, a figure surrounded by the richest light. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A white robe is not contaminated with the filth of the world at all, the red sleeve robe shows the vigor and vitality of life, and the holy and resolute face still has a trace of anger. is such a person, which makes Metatron, the twelve-winged archangel who is almost at the peak of his strength in this world, even tremble a little on his legs, and he is almost about to kneel.

"See the Lord God!" Cardinals, including Charlieh, Raguil, the two twelve-winged archangels, Carlis, and the grizzled judge William, who had just risen from the dirt, all knelt down with great sincerity and saluted respectfully to the comer.

"Bold, Metatron, why don't you bow when you see the Lord God? Do you want to betray the Lord God too?" said Raguil, as the ruling angel who controlled the rules of the Angel's criminal law, and shouted angrily when he saw this scene.

Metatron's heart was shocked again, after all, the coercion of the main god had been accumulated for countless years, and it was by no means something that could be easily confronted for a while. And the main god is the lord of the world in this world, and if he offends the main god, he will definitely not end well.

Almost at this moment, Metatron's legs were weak again, and the pressure of the gods on his shoulders increased again, as if he had to be pressed down.

"If you kneel to him, then in this life, you will never want to deal with the same fire!" Mu Ran's cold voice appeared in his ears in a very wonderful way. It was this voice that forced him to make a dilemma again.

On one side is his life's pursuit, fire, and on the other side, he is his master, the master of this world, the only main god. The two thoughts kept colliding and beating in his mind, until in the end, the winner was decided.

In the end, Metatron, the once noble twelve-winged archangel, chose his own fire and renounced his belief in the Lord God. Instead of kneeling, he flapped his wings and came to Mu Ran's side at a very fast speed.

"Metatron, hmph, you've really surprised the gods. If God can make you, he will destroy you. Your holy power, your six pairs of wings, all give back to this god. Those who turn their backs on God can only be turned into the most humble ants. ”

Surrounded by the circle of light, the main god slowly stretched out his left hand.

The Holy Power, the power of light, was stripped of itself from Metatron's body and turned into countless threads that returned to Jehovah's hand.

Enduring the pain of the Holy Energy leaving his body, Metatron's brows did not wrinkle, but he could clearly feel that his vitality was declining, representing that the twelve wings behind the angelic power were slowly fading.

Not far away, a gaze was staring at this place closely. In his heart, he couldn't stop cheering, "Quickly deprive, quickly deprive, when you don't want this little angel, this demon god will take him for his own use." When the time comes, there will be another twelve-winged fallen angel under the command of this demon god, hahaha, uh"

The man who was hiding in the shadows laughed very happily at first, but at the end, he seemed to be stunned, and instead let out a low roar.

"Damn, he's the first to get there! This damn little old man, uh, no, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, that's it, it's just cheap, keep watching the show, hehe, maybe I can give that old immortal a good look!"

Just when the holy energy in Metatron's body was decreasing, a supreme masculine flame energy was like a fountain, constantly pouring into his body, constantly replenishing his lost holy energy.

The flames penetrated his body, not only did not cause even a trace of damage to Metatron, but continued to comb his meridians and temper his body, and in the end, after the fire energy completely repelled the holy energy, Metatron, the twelve-winged archangel, was more than twice as strong as the bodies of Laguil and Shaliye.

Flames spread all over Metatron's body, and what fluttered behind him was no longer twelve holy wings that glowed with golden light, but twelve pure flame wings that were blazing with blazing flames!

"How can this be reasonable, there is an angel of light and a fallen angel in this world, why is there a flame angel? Aren't the two strongest energies light and darkness? Why is this guy not weakened in strength after becoming a flame angel? It doesn't seem right. "People in the dark even want to break their heads, and I'm afraid they can't figure out what is going on.

"Great, my lord?" After Metatron, who was full of shock, opened his eyes, he looked at Mu Ran with a gaze that worshiped the main god even more, such a handiwork, except for the main god and the demon god, he had never heard of anyone with such an ability.

"Protect this little guy, don't let any birdman disturb him, he is your future master, understand?" Mu Ran stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Luo Lan who was behind.

"Yes. Metatron nodded respectfully, and the six pairs of fiery wings completely blocked the direction in which the enemy might attack Little Roland, to prevent their sudden attack.

Yahweh, who fell to the ground, dodged and poured into the circle of light, and then the Lord God and Yahweh became one in an even more intense light, and became a true Lord God, Yahweh.

All that was left on the ground was Pope Leonard, who was badly wounded and almost dead.

"Outsider, are you going to challenge the authority of this god?" and Yahweh's memory, Yahweh's breath was unusually calm, and instead of being angry, he asked.

"No, little old man just can't get used to it, you guy who has nothing to do. Not to mention, your faithful people want to kill our little ones. If he dies, who can I find to send him to the end? Isn't that going for the white-haired man to send the black-haired man? Therefore, I can only defend myself and fight back. ”

As he spoke, Mu Ran stretched out the fire crystal cane in his hand into the air and waved it as a gesture, and continued, "If it weren't for Xiao Lao'er's own crop skills, I'm afraid that the people under your hands would have been killed a long time ago and couldn't die anymore, you say, how should this account be calculated?"

The psychological side secretly scolded those underground people for not knowing what to do, even if they were causing trouble, at least they could distinguish the object. Jehovah knew very well in his heart that he did not want to provoke this old man in front of him, who was full of nonsense. The level of danger he had, in his opinion, even greater than that of the Demon God.

"Is that, then, why you are challenging the authority of God?" asked Jehovah.

"This god, this god, you know, little old man, I hate such self-righteous and condescending titles. Mu Ran suddenly lost his disguise and showed his original form, wearing a crimson robe and long black hair.

"By the way, in fact, before, Ben Di also called himself in this way!" As he spoke, Mu Ran shot out at once, and dozens or even hundreds of flame whirlwinds flew out from the Fire Crystal Cane, surrounding the location of the Lord at various tricky and strange angles.

"This emperor is just a human emperor, and such an energy rule as flame dare to be presumptuous in front of this god?" In this Scott world, in the common sense, light and dark energy are supreme, and everything else is one or a few levels lower. Therefore, when Mu Ran released the energy of the flame, the heart of the Lord God of the Lord finally let go.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the flame is, there is absolutely no way to compare it with the light.

So, several golden balls of light floated around Yahweh, trying in vain to stop the whirlpool of flames that he saw as no threat.

Balls of light, flames, touch again.

A burning sensation appeared on Jehovah's hand, and his heart, which had been calm, was shocked again.