Anges, Hull?

Looking at the two figures that were almost exactly the same as Andrei, Chen Yan's pupils contracted slightly.￥f,.

In fact, are there two more archangels?

Similar appearance, fluctuations at the same frequency, and almost the same look. There is no doubt that these two figures are also the existence of archangels, not those primary angels with only the median level of weak demons. They and Andre stood side by side, their wings slowly flapping, and they stared at Chen Yan coldly.

Andrei smiled faintly at Chen Yan.

"Do you know why the demon is the master of the world?"

"It's very simple, because we have the foundation that you don't have."

"When you think you can be on an equal footing with us, we are just indifferent. When you are proud of the power of the witch hunter, we are just sneering. Your technology and your development are all derived from our devil's civilization. Your evolution must follow the steps of our devils. Even your survival must pray for the alms of our devils. Why do you compete with us in this way?"

"……………” Chen Yan was silent.

Andre didn't care and continued to talk.

"Do you know? From the first sight of you, I knew that you were an extraordinary witch hunter. The facts also proved my vision. I support you and cultivate you, not only because of your value, but also because no matter how you grow, you cannot get rid of my control."

"The love of the deep world and the talent of fighting are nothing. You are not weak, but you are just a witch hunter...or you are just a human."

"Don't waste my time."

At the end, Andre finally showed unconcealed disdain and turned his head to the two archangels next to him. "It's over, the devil's background, the lowly life will never understand."

"Okay." The archangel named Angis nodded slightly, then suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived above Martha's team. Its speed was so fast that it seemed like teleportation.

He pointed his right hand straight into the sky and waved downwards.

"The Lord gave me a scepter!"

"God's punishment!"

Boom! A bright light of lightning fell from the sky. It slashed firmly on the dark barrier supported by Martha. The dark barrier that was enough to resist hundreds of angels shrank down significantly, and was more than half of it. The remaining structure also became blurred and thin, and the black weakened.

That was Martha's dark barrier, inside it was her shadow world. A terrible realm that even hundreds of angels could not break. She was almost penetrated by this archangel? If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, I believe no one would believe this result.

But this is the power of the quasi-demon. When life evolves to a certain level, quantity is no longer the key to victory or defeat.

The quasi-demon is only one level higher than the weak demon, but its essence is already two levels.

"puff!"

In the dark barrier, Martha squirted blood and her body became much shorter. Her right hand was tightly held on the cross dart and knelt on one knee. The blood flowed along her arms, gradually dyeing half of her body red.

"Masha!"

"Mr. Martha!"

"Miss!"

Several voices sounded at the same time, and Viri and Giles rushed over. They all saw that Martha had been severely injured. If she continued, she might die on the spot.

It is easy to damage the physical condition, it is really a spell of the witch hunter!

Are you going to... die?

The sound in my ears was so far away. Martha wanted to raise her head, but she felt her whole body stiff. Her beautiful face was hidden under her hair, so pale and cold.

Blood dripped from her jaw, one drop, two drops...

Martha felt that the power in her body was flowing with the blood, as if it had never belonged to her.

The most terrifying thing about being easily damaged is that injury will seriously affect evolution. Martha first fought against hundreds of angels, and then took the attack of Archangel Aegis. She really couldn't stand it now. After all, she was just an awakened demon hunter, and in turn it was the level of a weak demon. Fighting with a quasi-demon is equivalent to suicide.

But she still didn't want to fall down, couldn't, and was unwilling to fall down.

Life, as the blood passes, she feels a little cold. The cold makes her lonely, and the cold makes her frightened. So she raised her head...to look at the man who gave her death.

The archangel shrouded in golden light.

"bright……"

"Why...no warmth?"

She whispered in a low voice, but the sound was so weak that she couldn't even hear it clearly. So she raised her left hand, trembling, slowly, and reached into her arms.

"Masha, what are you going to do?" Gilles shouted. He tried to stop her movements, but was stopped by Marsha's gaze.

What kind of gaze is that?

There is no fear, no anger, nor the sorrow before death, only calmness, calmness, just like the pale on the canvas. Pale is heartbreaking, and pale is painful. Only when Martha's eyes stay on Chen Yan can Giles find a slight fluctuation in it.

It seems to be trust, and it seems to be... it is sustenance.

"Don't...stop me from finding the harbor."

With a nearly moaning murmur, Martha finally pulled out of her arms and took out a small bottle. The bottle was filled with purple liquid, as gorgeous as amethyst.

"Miss Martha! Please put that thing down!" Weili screamed and rushed over, trying to take the bottle from Martha, but was blocked by Giles.

Giles looked at the bottle silently, then silently stared at Martha's pale face. He lowered his head...

"Do you want to fight to death?"

"Why not?" Martha replied, then bit the bottle open and sent it to her lips!

Yuehua, high-purity extractant.

A drop of dosage is enough to kill the residents of a town. As a supplement to magic energy and a magic medium inducer, the effect of this potion is not used, but is used to kill itself! Even if you are at Martha's level, you will definitely die if you drink such a high concentration of Yuehua extractant directly!

But she didn't drink all of it, and reached out with one hand and took away the remaining half bottle.

"Actually, I'm a pacifist and don't like fighting and killing."

Looking at Martha's calm gaze, Giles sighed. "I really didn't think I would die here. I'd known I wouldn't cheat that time..."

As he said that, he also raised the bottle and drank the remaining liquid in one go.

Oh……

Silently, the lilac breath vented from the two of them, like the poisonous mist of a demon. Gilles's face was slightly distorted and he reached out to Martha.

"I'm sorry, Sister Martha, I still can't bear to die. If I have to fight to the end... I'll just count me."

Martha's answer is clear.
Chapter completed!