Seven hundred and twentieth chapters seven evil swords
The wings of scorching flames are burning on the back, a tall two-handed giant sword is also lit by the holy fire, and there is a faint halo behind it. Such an image can be thrown onto a statue of a god.
He is more than four meters tall, but does not look bloated. He has a muscular body. His huge body is covered in golden battle armor. His solemn face is full of dignity and justice. His sword-shaped eyebrows and big eyes are burning with hatred.
Evil hatred.
But this is definitely not a ceremonial troop. The giant sword, the giant bow on the back, and the tower shield are not decorations. This rare creature stands at the top of the biological chain in long-range and melee combat. The six-winged battle angel is a mobile battle.
fortress.
The second-ranked Zhitian Divine Envoy has the authority to control judgment and sanctions. As far as I know, there are no more than a hundred of them in the entire world. They are all raised by the various gods as a guard of honor and will not be sent out easily.
Does the image look familiar? Or to put it in simpler terms, Seraph is the number one gold medal fighter below the gods.
"Your Highness Roland, Lord Kaloma hopes to meet you. Please come with me."
What came to our door was not the devil's pursuers, but the angelic battle group of the Holy Church.
The strong deep voice resonated. It was the holy voice naturally carried by high-level angels. Those with weak will simply could not resist his natural charm.
Of course, at this time, Seraph didn't expect me to be moved by words.
Although it was an invitation, the tone seemed to contain doubts and respect, as if it was natural for you to follow my instructions.
"Is this how you invite me?"
The one who came to the door was not a single Seraph. There were eleven four-winged mid-level angels floating in the sky. Some were holding bows and arrows, and some were holding scepters, forming a vague surrounding.
Dragons use their body shape to indicate their strength, but angels' ranks are marked by their wings: lower angels with two wings, middle angels with four wings, and upper angels with special wings.
The angel legions that entered the mortal world before were all angels of the lowest level, and their individual strength was also above the gold level.
However, the four-winged mid-ranking angel has at least a combat power above the holy level, and it is also possible to become a demigod transcendent.
As for the upper angels, they are born with the combat power of a transcendent. The top ones are enough to challenge the gods. They are a powerful race that can truly play a role in the battle between gods.
Seraphs are also famous among upper-level angels for their ability to fight, and each of the few Sunshine God Attendants has its own name.
"Xinault Vinton?"
"My name is Vinton. The war hammer of my lord's right arm."
The rhythm of his speech was like a devout prayer, and his voice naturally carried sacred sounds, but I couldn't hear the slightest emotion from it.
Vinton Angora, the Brilliant Hammer, is the direct envoy of the Lord of Holy Light.
Obviously, this is not a kind invitation. Could it be that Prince Winston and the Pope can end the civil war just because they hand over the "real culprit" who killed Maria at this time?
No, in terms of the Holy Light hierarchy, the Hammer of Glory should still be above the Pope. Is this the Lord of Holy Light who has finally lost his patience? He plans to take this opportunity to get rid of me as soon as possible.
The angels' circle tightened slightly. Although the distance of a few steps was meaningless to us, they were using actions to emphasize their presence. As long as I had any intention of escaping, they would immediately launch an attack.
“…….Oh, I’m in a hurry now. Next time……”
Halfway through his words, the spear of light suddenly appeared in front of his feet, explaining the angel's attitude.
It seemed that I couldn't do anything better, but I smiled happily.
This was not a forced smile or a trick, but a joy from the bottom of my heart. Finally, I finally got this opportunity.
"You know? What do I hate most in this world?"
"It is not good to hate such negative emotions. As a Holy Light user, you should learn to control your emotions."
It was still a plain tone, but it was like a lecturer telling the truth. It was the contempt of emotionless angels for mortals. In their culture, emotions are inherently redundant.
"...I, first of all, hate idiots who think they are superior to others. What I like most is to break the bridge of their noses that are raised too high. Secondly, I hate idiots who have no independent opinions and only know how to follow blindly. I will get angry if I cheat and play with them.
I feel happy from the bottom of my heart. The third most annoying thing is all kinds of birds. When I see them, I feel itchy all over. It’s really rare to see all three of you..."
There is not much emotion in my words. The deepest hatred does not need to be shouted out. I just remember him, find an opportunity, and then kill him.
On the plains of Oran, the Angel Legion massacred the devout believers of the true Holy Light. Estrada's followers were crushed by the Angel Legion, and Estrada also died there.
The Holy Knights and Holy Light Priests who believed in the Holy Light actually died at the hands of the angelic legions sent by the Lord of the Holy Light, the object of their faith. How ridiculous and sad this is.
Yes, I know that angels are just tools of the Lord of Holy Light, killing dolls without self, but in that case, I will use these dolls to recover some interest first.
Since a sword with a soul is driven by its owner to kill people on its own, then breaking the sword is not wrong.
The magic field of death expanded, the magic power of darkness spread, and the incarnation of the original sin demon that had not been used for a long time was unfolded.
The power of holy light is almost beneficial to angels, the power of half-hearted ice has limited damage to them, and the power of law is simply powerless against innocent people.
The skin became twisted, and the scales and magic wings were symbols of the devil. In the next moment, the angel army, which had received the order to "kill directly if they could not be captured," launched an attack without hesitation.
I laughed, and the shadow of death began its own dance.
"......Despair, the Seven Evil Swords of Creation."
What gradually emerged from my shadow were countless wailing black shadows, which were the souls of despair collected from the demonic tide.
The black shadow turned into a living human form, and a hole was opened in the whole world, and a black human form like black mud poured out.
Perhaps this magic sword has the lowest degree of completion, but it is definitely the most lethal, especially against various gods and celestial creatures.
If the imaginary enemies of the Holy Sword Dawn are demons and undead, then the natural enemies of this Seven Evil Sword of Creation are the gods of order and angels.
The soul has always been the subject of my death magic, but emotions are the key to the secret of the soul.
The entire sky was polluted, white clouds turned into dark clouds, the breeze carried a fishy smell, the fertile land was instantly blackened and rotted, and the ordinary earth turned into a plane of death.
And this is just the aftermath of the concept of this magic sword being taken out. (To be continued.)
