The reason why Sanguinius was unable to display his strength in the previous battle was entirely because as a cleric specializing in combat, the effect of his auxiliary spells could be said to be almost non-existent.
Due to the large gap in strength between single-target sacred spells and Ilosu, not to mention locking the soul, even the speed of spell energy cannot keep up with Ilosu.
And large-scale destructive sacred spells will accidentally damage Agamemnon, so the role Sanguinius can play is limited.
But right now, I don’t care about that much. Since the Advent Angel can repair its own injuries, let’s use indiscriminate attacks.
As soon as Sanguinius waved his hand, a large sheet of holy flame enveloped the space where Iloth and Agamemnon were fighting, engulfing both of them.
This holy flame was obviously different from the original one. Under the high temperature of the holy flame, the already somewhat damaged dragon scale armor on Elos's body softened quickly and began to melt!
The black fighting energy on Elos's body waxed and waned, but he had just thrown off a batch of holy flames, and new holy flames were continuously generated, attached to his body and began to burn.
Elos suddenly turned his head to look at Sanguinius who was still casting spells, sneered, and then gradually disappeared into the void, leaving only a large piece of the burning holy flame in place.
And Agamemnon, who failed in one blow.
The next moment, Iloth had appeared above Sanguinius. Sanguinius seemed to feel something. In an instant, the substantial holy flame turned into a sacred armor and enveloped him.
At the same time, a large area of holy flames quietly appeared around Iloth who had just appeared from the sky.
Under the burning of the fierce holy flames, the dragon scale armor on Iloth's body had completely melted, and even the black wings on his back were burned to ashes, leaving only a wing skeleton.
The wings were damaged, and despite the severe pain, Elos remained unmoved. Only his violently shaking body proved the severe pain he was suffering at this moment.
Eloth rushed towards Sanguinius like lightning!
He moved lightly and landed behind Sanguinius.
After the Broken Star penetrated Sanguinius's sacred armor, as soon as it penetrated, the Broken Star was delayed by the impact of the irresistible burst of divine energy.
But this air strike was enough for Iloth. Then he thrust his left hand, and even half of his arm penetrated into Sanguinius's sacred armor, and even touched Sanguinius's body.
At his fingertips, a small ball of hellish fighting energy containing hundreds of violent rays had been shot deep into Sanguinius's body!
He flew up quickly, and where he landed, a blood flower suddenly bloomed!
It’s just that what this flower contains is the blood and flesh of Sanguinius!
This blow should have killed Sanguinius, but a restriction in his body was activated, absorbing nearly 90% of the power. As a result, Sanguinius was only seriously injured and did not die immediately on the spot.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Just as Iroth was about to step forward to finish the attack, Agamemnon's attack arrived, and the opportunity to finish the attack was lost.
Because Iloth had just finished his fighting spirit explosion and had not yet changed his breath, Agamemnon's holy flame giant sword came in front of him.
After blocking with his sword, Iloth received such a powerful blow that he spurted out a large mouthful of blood and hit Agamemnon right in the face.
Strangely enough, it is impossible for normal blood to be sprayed on Agamemnon's face, because the high temperature of the sacred energy on his body is enough to evaporate any liquid close to him.
But Elos's blood contains energy from hell, and this energy is in conflict with the divine energy of the descending angel.
Spraying it on the face of the descending angel at this moment is no less blasphemy to Antalya than that day when everything turned out to be three.
In an instant, Agamemnon let out a miserable howl, ending his continuous suppression of Elos.
This mouthful of blood was deliberately made by Elos. It was his heart's blood, and it contained a lot of negative energy, mostly from the residual power that could not be completely digested in the heart of the Baator demon.
But I didn't expect the effect to be so good, instantly causing an Advent Angel to temporarily lose its combat effectiveness.
After spitting out the blood that had been stagnated for a long time, Eloise felt extremely comfortable even though there was no good place in his body.
It's like a constipated person suddenly having his pylorus open wide, naturally feeling extremely comfortable.
At some point, Elos appeared behind the wailing angel.
He grasped the pair of white wings tightly with both hands, his fingers sinking deeply into the feathers and flesh, and slowly pulled them from the base of the wings to the tips.
Wherever his fingers passed, the plump, beautiful, soft and radiant wings were stripped of flesh and blood, revealing white bones!
Agamemnon was trembling all over and seemed unable to move. Faced with this unprecedented pain, he could only scream miserably!
The smile at the corner of Elos's mouth turned into a grin, and he waved his hands faster and faster, tearing off the big white feathers and the flesh and blood underneath from the wings!
In the blink of an eye, the wings had turned into two pairs of thin skeletons, and Agamemnon's howling voice became much hoarse and deeper.
Elos flew up and kicked Agamemnon directly from the sky to the ground, creating a deep pit.
Then with a wave of his hand, the holy flame giant sword came into his hand.
After using the fighting spirit of hell to isolate the sacred energy, he let out another ferocious laugh, and with a twist of his hand, he twisted the giant sword of holy flame into a steel rod.
Agamemnon groaned and twitched, and just as he was about to get up, the steel rod with a sharp whistling sound fell head-on, knocking him to the ground.
The smile on Elos's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a ferocious expression of gritted teeth.
I don't know why, but when I see these birdmen, I instinctively have the idea of killing them, and I want to crush them to ashes immediately, just like the devils of hell and the devils of the abyss must fight after seeing them.
Golden flames continued to emerge from the rolling body of the descending angel. However, as soon as they appeared, they were extinguished by an invisible force. Therefore, Agamemnon, who should have been killed by Iroth's sword long ago, was still unable to escape. Only after
Eloise groaned and rolled under the beating that was almost like a street gangster.
Seeing this, Sanguinius, who was seriously injured in the distance, was stunned, and at the same time he felt a shudder in his heart.
The feeling was like a cold, strong hand holding my throat, unable to escape.
"tmd, this heresy is too cruel, I have to run away..."
As soon as this idea came to Sanguinius' mind, he cast the sacred teleportation spell that had already been engraved on the scroll.
The angelic moans of the Advent Angel gradually became lower, and Elos's beating was coming to an end, leaving only the insignificant low moans of the Advent Angel as he panted.
Finally, it was quiet.
Elos looked at Sanguinius who stepped into the portal and did not stand up to stop him.
It wasn't that Elos meant to let the Holy Son go, but the seemingly simple and rough beating just now had almost exhausted all of his strength.
With each beating, powerful holy energy would erupt from the descending angel to resist, and Elos had to continue to output fighting energy.
However, the will of this descending angel is too weak. He has a lot of energy, but he cannot exert his due strength.
Despite this, Ilosu spent a lot of effort to basically defeat him.
He walked forward with his sword in hand and looked at the fallen angel Agamemnon who had lost his voice. Elos knew that even if he didn't take the last hit, the soul of the fallen angel who had exhausted the sacred energy would return to the God of Light before long.
Kingdom of God.
But Elos would not give him this chance.
The broken star was directly inserted into Agamemnon's head, and this powerful descending angel turned into countless golden stars.
In Elos's soul vision, a shadowy golden soul was about to break through the space and escape.
The power of his real name Azazel was activated, and the soul of the descending angel was dragged into Iloth's soul in a constant struggle, and was swallowed up.
This descending angel named Agamemnon is not afraid of physical death. On the contrary, what he really fears is the destruction of the soul.
Therefore, after death, his soul would be so unwilling and miserable, countless times more than when he was beaten before.
"What a weak-willed angel, these birdmen all seem to be like that!"
Eloise thought disdainfully.
At this time, the thick fog has dispersed, and the sunlight pours on the pier, making it look extremely holy.
The only discordant thing is the corpses and blood scattered on the dock!