Chapter 167

"The first devil crawled out of a hundred insects and was covered with white bones. On the third day, he tore hell apart and fought against the gods The gods erase his name and banish him from the end of the world. The eternal curse is engraved on the chain of the abyss. He will be imprisoned until the world is destroyed. " The priest stood in the bloody battlefield and looked up at the battle in the sky. He recited the ancient past in the tone of a poet.

As time goes by, a thousand years have passed, but from the present scene, we can see the arrogant shadow in the story at the beginning of the world.

The sun like a blade rushes out from the black clouds like a wave. The battle between the angel and the devil collides the black and white sides of the world, which is dazzling. Through the baptism of the devil's blood, the body of the dragon bone sword turns into a ferocious dark red. Every time it collides with the holy sword in the angel's hand, there will be a strong burst of force, distorting the space it is in.

The sky is like a broken mirror, full of cracks.

Holy fire and black butterfly, red sun and black cloud.

In such an extremely fierce battlefield, if the devil fails and the angel succeeds in launching even a small attack on the monarch on the throne, then the king who has given all power to the devil will die in an instant. It's hard to imagine how the mortal on the throne dared to make such a choice.

"Kingship."

The priest watched the devil cut off an angel's holy sword, and then turned to drive the butterflies to stop the last angel who wanted to take the opportunity to bypass him to kill the king.

The battle has come to a conclusion.

The priest shakes his head. As a priest, he is indifferent to the battle in the sky. The angel is about to fall, the devout one should cry in pain, despair and bewilderment, but he is as indifferent as if the one who fights in the sky is not the beloved of the God he should worship.

The battle on the ground is coming to an end. The number of holy army far more than that of Legrand has been slaughtered. The commanders roar in the chaotic battlefield, trying to contain the disintegration, but they can't do anything.

Carrying a long box, the priest walked through the chaotic battlefield, looking for the Duke of West. He skilfully avoided the spirit knights, and the rest of the ordinary Legrand soldiers seemed completely unaware of his passage.

In a low-lying place where the dead are stacked, West shudders and covers himself with dead bodies. He tramples on their souls on a skeleton horse. The knight completely destroys his self-confidence, and the fall of an angel makes him feel desperate. At this time, the only thing we can do is to lie down in the mud and pray for the Lord's protection.

He heard the approaching voice of the rogrand soldiers and reached for the broadsword beside him.

"It's me, Mr. Duke."

The priest held a broken gun picked up from the battlefield and blocked Duke West's broadsword. He went through most of the bloody battlefield, his priest's robe still clean.

Duke West gaped at the low-key and silent priest in his mind. Only at this moment did he realize what kind of role Pope theold had placed beside him.

"You, are you here to help me?"

It was as if he had grasped the last straw, knelt on the ground, and grasped the priest's clothes tightly. The blesey Knights he led were almost lost in this battle. The battle that he thought could change his situation, in turn, pushed him into the real abyss.

"West No, your holiness sent you to help me, right? I am willing to offer my loyalty to your majesty

The priest patted him on the shoulder, and Prince West unconsciously released his hand.

"Your Majesty is generous to all."

The priest put the box in front of Duke West and opened it.

On one side is a brown wooden bow with peculiar natural patterns, which are like the whirlpool of stars in the night sky. The bow is in full bloom on the dark red silk, but it seems to be in full bloom in the blood. At the moment of seeing the bow, Duke West felt as if the sharp howls of the demons were ringing in his ears.

Next to the bow is an arrow made of meteorite fragments.

He stretched out his hand uncontrollably and grasped the wooden bow with a strange aura.

The priest leaned slightly over and watched as he grabbed the bow and pressed his face against it with a horror frenzy he had no idea of.

The bow of the demon, also known as the bow of immorality.

It's a bow with curses and weird colors. It was originally the weapon of the court. But its master, an outstanding judge, used it to kill all the demons in the swamp. The demons' unwilling and venomous souls boarded on the wooden bow, and in turn cursed the tough judge. Finally, one day, he attacked a cardinal with the bow and betrayed the Holy See.

Since then, the bow has been listed as "taboo" by the holy court and put on the shelf. It is said that those who get this bow will abandon their original position and eventually die in disgrace.

"It's a good bow. I wish I could try it."

Murmured the Duke of West, reaching for the arrow in the box."Do as you please."

The pastor said he leaned slightly towards the Duke of West and left the small depression.

Apart from himself and the Duke of West, no one knows that this episode happened in this bloody battlefield.

At the other end of the battlefield, under the hard work of count Rudolph, a group of brassie Knights finally gathered together. But they have no battle, just want to quickly retreat from the battlefield.

"And the Duke?"

Some of West's men are praiseworthy of their loyalty, and they want to find their own masters.

"Look! There

Suddenly someone screamed.

"That's That's the Duke. What's he doing? "

In a place full of corpses on the battlefield, the Duke of West stood up, holding a long bow and putting an indecent arrow on the bowstring.

He aimed at sky!!

A scene of astonishment appeared!

The Duke of West shot the unknown arrow at the angel in the sky! The arrow left the string and headed high. The arrow made of meteorite is like a dark red meteor with a long tail in everyone's field of vision. It is impossible to see whether the arrow finally hit the angel with mortal vision.

But everything is clear.

In full view of the public, the Duke of West, made an unimaginable act of blasphemy! He attacked the angel of the Lord!

The horse's hooves trampled on the battlefield like a blood swamp, and the sound was thick.

The priest, sent by the pope as a special envoy to this holy army, arrived with a dignified face.

"Everybody! It's a sad thing - "the priest pulled the reins," that the Duke of West, whom we trusted, betrayed us! He's a heretic! He traded with hell and betrayed us

Above the sky.

The world is frozen in the most chaotic and gorgeous moment, with the black sea of clouds and thousands of broken sword like lights, blazing flames and rushing winds.

The angel whose wings have been cut off is hit by the curse arrow shot by the Betrayer, and thousands of black butterflies are drowning him. The last angel rushed to the white bone throne at the cost of his companion's sacrifice, and was about to throw the holy sword at the monarch who had given all his power.

The monarch bowed his head as if in contempt or indifference.

The dragon's long sword runs through the heart of the angel, and the black fog is actually wrapped around the sword of holy ya, holding it firmly.

This time, he caught up.

The devil twists his wrist and the blade breaks the angel's heart.

The golden light broke out, and the angels composed of the blood of gods and the dust of light broke into countless golden spots in the air, which were like a rain for many years. This is the ultimate beauty and the ultimate strangeness. The world seems to be about to be broken and nirvana.

The bloody devil looks up and the ruler with the scepter bows down.

Their gaze spans a thousand years of light and shadow.

The world is vast, like a reunion.