Chapter 86

The sword in the hand of the white robed angel is made of silver. There is a long gold thread in the middle. There are dense holy lines forged on the sword body. When the sword was awakened by the white robed friars, those holy lines burst out with brilliant brilliance. It seemed that an ancient hymn was recited by a whole choir in the air, and the solemn and grand holy power filled the whole space, expelling all filth and impurity.

As a protector, this is not the first time a white robed friar has dealt with a dark creature, but it is definitely the most dangerous one.

When the devil in the shadow behind the king looked up at him, he felt the chill that he had not seen for a long time. Since he resonated with the angels, he seldom felt this way.

Don't touch other people's treasures

When the devil whispered these words softly, the friar in white felt the endless malice from all sides. What kind of existence can make him feel more stressed just by malice?

No wonder the tutor was not stingy when he first mentioned the ancient demons. In the most serious way, they were all the disasters in the world themselves - only the degenerates danced with them!

White robed friar no longer hesitated. After holding the silver sword, he thrust it down heavily, and the sword fell into the table. The flash of silver passed straight towards the king - he saw that just like he could turn into an angel for a short time, the devil in front of him could stay in the world because there was some kind of contract between him and the king. As long as the king of one side of the contract is killed, the devil will be expelled back to hell.

The devil leaned over the back of the chair and hugged the king. He took the king back a long distance.

Lightning like silver light stopped in front of the king very close to the place, the devil's dark pupil printed the trajectory of silver light, forced it to stop in mid air.

"Banish!"

The voice without emotion reverberates in the main account, here has become a battlefield.

The map with many marks was floating in the air, but it was not burned by the fire just now. On paper, all the sword patterns used as marks show a dark red color burned by fire. At this time, the crossed swords flew one after another from the map, circling and whistling to the white robed friar at the other end of the long table. When the swords came towards him, the white robed friar heard a faint cry.

It's a lot of overlapping crying.

Men's, women's, old people's, children's It's like all the people who died of reckless disaster gathered together and let out a cry of sadness, with so much anger in their voice. At that moment, the white robed friars opened one battlefield after another in front of them. The battlefield was covered with scorched earth, white bones and corpses. The king's words were still in their ears - it was their sin, and they were bringing the killing to those devout believers.

Vacillation only appeared in a short moment. The flame of the white robed Friar's eyes beat silently once, and he soon woke up.

At the moment of waking up, he held the silver sword across his chest and stepped back.

There was a loud crash of dental acid.

The white robed Friar's silver sword collided with the dragon bone sword in the devil's hand.

When the white robed friar was shaken by the sword phantom on the cloth of the world, the devil came forward. At the same time, the sacred fire on the ground circled towards the king, but they were stopped - a group of slender black butterflies circled around the king. When the butterflies flew, they formed an insurmountable barrier. They were constantly burned to death by the sacred fire, but new black butterflies flew out of the bone ring on the king's fingers.

It's like a magnificent performance of light and shadow.

The whole Zhongzhang became a stage. The devil and the sword in the monk's hand collided with each other constantly, and sparks burst out. In the holy fire, countless black butterflies dance. The light and darkness of the world are glued together. In the light and darkness, the kings of the world sit quietly.

The white robed friar retreated lightly, and his robe was blown by the strong wind, and the tail of his robe was hunting, as if the wings were unfolding.

There is indeed a pair of dazzling wings emerging behind the white robed friar - the shadow of an angel once again appears on the white robed friar. His face is more and more intense, and his pupils become more and more clear, reflecting the reflection of the whole world like a mirror.

Little by little, the sword in the white robed monk's hand melted down into a dazzling light and melted into his body.

Little by little, the Holy Spirit revived in his body.

At the moment when the wings appeared, the king, who was in a war watching situation, raised his hand, and the bone ring on his finger became very hot at this moment. The thick black fog surged out in an instant, and the arrays on the ground disappeared completely, leaving only the black fierce fire that was lit out of thin air. A door of hell rises slowly, and the whirlpool in the door of hell is turning slowly.

- the ground array is just a camouflage!

What the king and the devil really want to do is turn the battlefield into hell!Only in hell can an angel fall and never recover to the kingdom of God.

The friar in white robe is in the special time when the angel wakes up. He realizes this, but there is nothing he can do. The fierce black fire surged up. The devil turned in mid air and forced him to retreat with the long dragon sword. At the moment when he retreated, the black fire swallowed him, and the vortex burst out a dark red light. In a flash, the main account was empty and nothing was left.

The king, the devil and the friars in white all disappeared in the main account.

………………

Hell.

The devil is holding the sleeping king in his arms, which is different from the first time he takes the king to hell in the way of soul. This time, the king went to hell directly with his body. Although he had the right bone ring on the king's finger as protection, the difference between mortals and hell and the pressure of passing through the gate of hell still made the king fall into a deep sleep.

If the king is awake, he will find that the sky of hell is darker than when he last came.

Large areas of sulfur fire rain dripping from the sky, the bloody sky brewing something terrible. The long river of the dead on the ground moved faster than before, and the long wind on the field began to blow chillingly.

At this time, there is an out of place visitor in hell.

The white robed friar has been completely transformed into an angel.

The snow-white wings spread out in mid air, and the sulfur fire rain dripping from the sky disappeared in the moment of approaching the angel. The angel opens his eyes, and he faces the devil from afar.

The devil whistled.

The nightmare carriage, which had been waiting for a long time, rose from the lake of sulfur fire nearest to him and ran quickly to the devil. The four skeletons on the carriage "clucked" up and down against their teeth. The devil put the sleeping king in the carriage, and a crow circled from afar and landed on the carriage.

The angel looked down at the devil without any action.

"It's a pleasure."

The devil's lips tilted upward, showing a mask like smile. The long sword in his hand did not know when it had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a white scepter. He held the top of the scepter, the sharp tip of the scepter lit the scorched earth, and the wind rolled up his black dress.

"The first drop of blood is an acquaintance."

St. val.

One night a thousand years ago, Saint Val was nailed to the earth with a white Scepter through his chest. His blood was dyed red with a silver emblem. Today, a thousand years later, the first angel to be drawn to hell is Saint Val, who is called back to the kingdom of God to be reborn and become an angel.

Look, sometimes fate is such a trick.

The angel looked at the smiling devil indifferently.

He spread his wings and flapped them.

The next moment, he went straight to the devil.

The devil gladly carried the scepter of bones to meet him, and his tail swept out a light fog like track. The scene of a thousand years ago seems to be playing again, but this time the fight will become more thorough and more Never die.

The black butterfly circled from the devil's side and turned into a dark cloud blocking the sky. The angels in the cloud were surrounded by sharp laments.

A whole hell seems to be cheering.

A whole hell seems to be waiting.

Look forward to the drop of blood belonging to the Holy Spirit.

The cloud formed by the black butterfly is dancing like a dragon. On the head of the dragon, the devil holds the power to decide death.

"It's you..."

Angel finally said the first sentence, his pupil appeared a ray of glory belongs to people, that is memory. Through the light and shadow of a thousand years, the memory of Saint Val as a pure white is reviving.

"To be destroyed..."

If the angel's words were not complete, the torrent of black butterfly came and swept him. He had to close his wings, and the diamond like brilliance on his white wings burst out, tearing up the cloud like butterflies. At the moment when the butterflies were torn apart, the devil held the scepter of the white bone and swept to him like lightning. The tail of his coat was "stabbed" by the rapid air flow, as if there was lightning light swimming on his coat.

"Shh."

The devil has a masked smile on his face. The scepter in his hand is a sharp sword, cutting a twisted arc in mid air.

"It's not time."

The angel's words were interrupted, the first round of collision between the two sides broke out in an instant, the strong wind rolled up in the air, and the sulfur fire rain falling from the sky was swept out obliquely in the storm. The angel pulled out his sword of fire, and the armor quickly wrapped around his body. The scepter in the devil's hand firmly struck the armor engraved with ancient lines, making a harsh sound.

Angels raise their swords.

"Trial."

He snapped.