Chapter 87

The strong wind suddenly stopped, and all the sulfur fire rain in the sky solidified in an instant.

The sword in the angel's hand flashed a very dazzling light, and a dazzling white appeared in the dark red and black hell.

The ancient hymn centered on St. Val, rippling and magnificent, as if an army of angels crossed the boundary between the kingdom of God and the world and came to the dead hell. They stood behind St. Val, adhering to the supreme will, and delivered the judgment in the prophecy.

The devil retreated, holding the scepter of white bone, standing in the air, looking up at the more and more bright light.

He didn't try to interrupt what Saint Val was doing, because he couldn't interrupt the trial.

The power of judgment does not come from St. Val himself. That is the mark left by God in the angel spirit. It is also the reason why angels are angels that is the source of their power. It is precisely because of that mark that they can have the status above mortals.

Hell is not in the "law" within the boundaries of prohibition, where all mysterious forces will not be any suppression.

The failure of a thousand years ago has made Saint Val know what kind of enemy he is facing.

All the temptations and attacks are futile. If he doesn't want to fall completely, he has to use his most powerful power directly from the beginning.

The breath of God appeared in hell, just like a light suddenly lit in the thick darkness, so dazzling, so clear. In other parts of hell, an old lord wakes up constantly. In the darkness and wilderness, they asked themselves in a low voice with a sense of shock, "which madman provoked the angels here?".

Swamp rolling, Black Sea tidal, abyss stupid Hell, which has been dead for thousands of years, began to have a stir.

The madman who leads the angel to hell is facing the judgment of God.

Countless black butterflies surged behind the devil, forming a tidal black cloud again. Countless black butterfly wings together, forming a melody opposite to the angel hymn, harsh and cold. Black Butterfly clouds meander down from the sky, forming a road connecting the air and the ground.

At this time, this space presents a kind of creepy confusion.

The space appeared a twist, the sulfur rain in the sky dropped into those cracks in the space and disappeared immediately.

The two rules are being contested.

The rules of the kingdom of God and the rules of hell.

"Trial" itself is equivalent to the rule.

The judge holds the rules and is the master of the rules. He makes a judgment based on the measurement of the rules. When the angel mobilized the mark of God, he began to tamper with the rules of hell.

With the help of the power of the gods, he introduced the rules of the kingdom of God into hell, thus denying the existence of this hell.

With the angel as the center, the invisible heavy pressure shrouded from the sky, and cracks began to appear in the scorched black rocks on the ground, from which the red gold magma was constantly splashing out. The craggy mountain walls began to disintegrate, and large boulders fell.

This piece of hell is sentenced to "should not exist", and the angel is the person who brings the end to it.

In the rumbling sound, the nightmare carriage passed through the spewing magma, and the skeletons on the four wheels of the carriage spewed out countless white bones, big and small, from their mouths in the "clucking" sound of bone collision.

One by one, the white bones spit out from the mouth of the skeleton are recombined to form a white bone shield suspended around the carriage. The magma from the bottom of the earth and the boulders on the top of the head were firmly blocked by the four shields. The crow on the top of the carriage flapped its wings and cried nervously, and its voice was drowned in the breaking sound.

Nightmare carriage arrived at the road of black butterfly extending from mid air.

The king has awakened.

The king jumped out of the carriage and landed on the long road composed of black butterflies. At the moment when the king came up, the ribbon like black butterfly road quickly retracted, bringing the king to the devil.

The devil handed the white bone scepter to the king and opened the black umbrella with the long sword.

At this time, the angels in the sky are suspended there, enveloped by light, like a round of sun rising in hell.

The black butterflies make up a huge throne. The king with silver hair sits on the throne, opposite to the floating angel. He held the white bone Scepter with a ring of "greed and ill gotten gains" at the top of the scepter. It is clear that he is just a mortal, but the king is so majestic that he seems to control the power of the whole world.

He is like the king of the whole world.

The strong wind stirred the king's silver hair, and the angel's figure was printed in his ice blue pupils.

In his eyes, the angels become small.

"The old order is followed here."

The king gave orders indifferently, without any emotion.

The cold command resounds through the world, such as the ancient bronze bell, which shakes the whole century.

On the black earth, the magma flows back and the cracks close again. Space used to be like a crumpled paper, with countless twisted wrinkles. Now there is a pair of invisible hands brushing, smoothing those wrinkles one by one. The mountain no longer disintegrates.This hell, distorted and disordered by the angel's "judgment", was rebuilt in the king's voice.

"Recovery."

After the first command was finished, the king felt as if his power had been completely removed in an instant, and the sharp headache almost occurred in an instant. He clenched his teeth and gave a second order.

The still river of the dead suddenly boils up, one by one, and the pale dead raise their heads together, giving out a sharp and piercing cry. All the bodies hanging on the jagged ridges raised their hands to take themselves off the ropes, and their dark wings stretched out from behind. Cracks began to appear on the wall of Baichong where countless white bones were buried, and the fossilized bones struggled to climb out of it.

This hell has been dead for a long time.

But at the king's command, the hell began to revive.

However, at the moment of "recovery" in this hell, the sword clenched by the angel's hands is finally cut off. Like the sword light of a river, everything is ignited where it passes. The sky left a brilliant golden flame, in which there are countless images of angels wearing armor.

It's a sword and an army.

God is the Lord of all armies. When Saint Val was still in the world, he was his beloved dependant. When Saint Val was about to fall for the second time, he crossed the boundary between the kingdom of God and hell and brought down an army with the help of the mark of Saint Val's angel spirit.

The judgment of "doomsday" comes.

A torrent of flames swept up from the sky, and the king's pupil printed out the thousands of swords hidden in those red gold flames. God punishes heaven and earth The apostles of the Holy See claimed that "God judges the world, and those who are unclean and fallacious will be washed with fire and serum.".

Is this God's sword?

"Yes, that's it."

The devil whispered that he was standing beside the king. He seemed to have guessed what the king was thinking. The devil held the umbrella, and his face was rare and light. He looked at the king. When the fire of God was about to burn down the world, he bent slightly as usual.

"And I am your sword. Your majesty. "

The crow named monra, who had been hovering around the king, gave out a loud cry, which was like the charging horn of the human army.

Behind the king, there are black winged corpses and white bones climbing out of the insect wall. They are tens of thousands, like sand and sea. They are like demons. After many years, they serve for the same person again. They are the king's army. The commander of this army was the devil who stepped out step by step. His black dress swept out a faint shadow.

The devil, like an eagle, falls into the sky. Behind him is the torrent of hell.

They took the initiative to meet the angel's attack, and the two torrents collided in midair. At the moment of collision, the sound sounded like countless thunder at the same time.

Two torrents collide, the angel's virtual shadow and corpse white bones fight in the fire and black fog, the devil jumps from the stalemate front, the keel sword in his hand tilts down, he splits all the obstacles along the way, his eyes stare at the armored Saint val.

The devil's body is rolling with thick black fog. As he approaches the angel, the black fog around him is constantly weakened by the holy light.

The devil didn't care. He took himself as a sharp blade and prepared for the final fatal blow. The person holding the sword only needs to care about whether he will hit the target in the end, but not about the danger faced by the sword itself. The devil is really willing to be a knife and a sword, and there is only one person who can drive this sword.

The man was sitting on the throne.

In hell, which is regarded as the abyss and nest of evil, the black butterfly hovers around the king, like thousands of worshiping people. And his army is fighting according to his will.

The king looked up.

He watched the white bone fall with fire like rain, the corpse disappear with the shadow of the angel, and the devil collide with the sword of Saint val.

The world suddenly quieted down.

The devil, whose black dress was full of cracks, nailed the long sword into the chest of St. Val, whose armor was broken. He drew out his sword. Fire and light broke out of St. Val's body. The Legion of angel shadows dissipated one by one. The armor on St. Val's body split off and his face began to change.

The angel's face is disappearing. What emerges is a beautiful face that belongs to mortals and is not so perfect.

That's Warwick bly.

The pupil of the young white robed friar reflected the dark red sky, and the golden flame was still in the air. His eyes were gradually broken, and the wings behind him were disappearing. He will fall down, but he looks up at the sky.

"So That's right. "

He murmured to himself, as if he had finally got an answer. The next moment, his body broke into thousands of light spots, such as a container that he could not bear.

On the tip of the devil's sword, a drop of golden blood slowly slides down.

The drop of blood fell down on the scorched red earth.

The king heard the sound of blood dripping.

Click.The voice of angel's blood drops is the same as the voice of mortal's blood drops.

………………

Blaise, St. Val's Cathedral.

A white haired Archbishop stood in silence in front of a statue of an angel.

He looked up at the holy Saint Val, his wrinkled face, and tears began to fall.

"Anil You are right

The old Archbishop burst into tears.

In this world, who can be selfless? Who can control their love and helplessness? Warwick bly It's his nephew! It's his only brother's last blood in the world. The pious child didn't know until he died that his tutor was actually his only relative in the world.

"Monsieur bishop."

In a low voice, behind him stood an emissary from Ferri III.

"Now, would you like to join us?"