"In the ancient records of our Black Angels, it was the great God King Lucifer who created this racial rule. Not only that, Lord Lucifer possesses the power of the original rules of our Black Angels, that is, the Godhead. If he dissipates,
Or if his godhead dies, all the gods and people under Tianyan will turn into mortals, so..."
A somewhat vicissitudes of voice sounded. A middle-aged man, with long and delicate green robes floating around, seemed to be rich and noble, with a broad face, looked at the crowd in the hall, and when he came,
Suddenly interrupted.
A young six-winged angel sneered and said: "Elder Parfait, stop spreading ancient and illusory stories. It has been thousands of years. Where is the dark king in your mouth?"
Elder Parfitte looked at the six-winged black angel, feeling annoyed. She was a majestic ten-winged black angel, but she was contradicted by a God of Creation and Order. It was really...
Parfite's somewhat lonely eyes looked at the three eight-winged black angels, Yaris, whose huge figures were sunk deep into the soft benches.
, Franklin Curtis, felt powerless in his heart.
God King Lucifer disappeared, and his former comrade Lu Dongzan ascended the throne with the support of himself and Oriel. Lu Dongzan, who ascended the throne, has been nourished by the huge power of faith for thousands of years, and
With the guidance of the God of Darkness, he was finally promoted to the 12th Wing.
After ascending the throne, Lu Dongzan's strength increased greatly. He excluded dissidents, even the blind Pippinton, and drove him out of the hall mercilessly. However, he and Lao Sesai were deeply excluded, even if
Lu Dongzan's expedition to Athena and the Kingdom of War God was also monitored by these three 8-winged angels.
"Varda, you didn't hear just now. What I said was the historical records of fallen angels? It's not my own words. Lu Dongzan is indeed great, but does he have a dark godhead? How many years has it been since the fallen angels appeared and he sat on the throne?
How many more years?" Bafete was annoyed. Over the years, she had helped Lu Dongzan painstakingly accumulate magic crystals, etc., and worked hard, but now what she got in exchange was the disrespect of everyone.
The leader of the six-winged black angel named Varda shrugged slightly, shook his head and said regretfully: "Elder Parfit, I think you have been brainwashed by these rumors..."
Varda's appearance was extremely convincing, and everyone in the hall nodded gently in agreement.
"Rumors? Could it be that Lord Lucifer's sinful godhead has now become a rumor?"
A lean old man dressed in black came to the door of the hall at some point and looked at young Varda with contempt.
The 6-winged black angel Varda looked at the ten-winged elder. He was no longer cautious as before, nor did he have a lewd look. He actually looked at him with a fierce aura. He couldn't help but feel shocked and turned around to look.
He turned to his superior, Yaris, with the slightest look on his face asking for help.
The 8-winged Yaris stared, and Varda understood instantly. She looked at the ten-winged elder who had just entered the hall and stuffed his things, disdainfully.
"What's so great about the Godhead? We, Lord Lu Dongzan, didn't need it at that time. Otherwise, let alone one sinful Godhead, there would be thousands of them!"
"Thousands of godheads? Young man, do you think that the godhead is your head, and you can twist it off at will and turn it into your own thing?"
A huge aura suddenly burst out from outside the hall, tightly covering the young Varda, like a mountain, pressing down on Varda, unable to move at all.
The sudden weight on her body forced Varda to slowly kneel down, and drops of sweat slowly fell down the young Varda's cheeks.
Varda looked up with some horror, and saw a staggering figure walking outside the hall. Ten old, withered and disorganized wings, tiny feathers floating in the breeze, and a pair of withered yellow eyes, not a single trace of them.
light.
"Pipponton? Your old guy was kicked out of the temple by Master Ludong Station, and he still dares to come back and take action against me?"
Varda's somewhat angry voice sounded in the hall, drawing everyone's attention to the blind old man outside the hall.
Yaris, a tall man, shook his long head and narrowed his eyes slightly, disdainfully.
The middle-aged leader of the Black Angels, Franklin, has a round face and piercing eyes. He looks at the former great elder, Pippinton, with some doubts on his face. The elder has been silent and lonely for thousands of years, and he is old and decrepit.
It looked like he suddenly jumped out while he was eating and waiting to die. What was going on?
Curtis, the youngest, could no longer hold back. As he waved his right hand gently, a dark aura burst out, carrying the power of order, and crashed into the aura that suppressed Varda.
Silk..., like a stream of air submerging into the sea, without the slightest wave emerging. Like a candlelight melting into the golden sun, there is no trace of it. Curtis' power of creation order has no effect at all.
Curtis and Yaris looked at each other with solemn expressions. I'm afraid something is not quite right today.
"Bold Pippinton, you actually took action against Commander Varda, don't you take Sir Lu Dongzan seriously?"
A shout rang out, and next to Walter, who was suppressed on the ground and unable to move, there was another young man.
"Lu Dongzan is just a temporary leader. He was originally under my great elder. Why should I look up to him? Besides, the great Pippinton was originally a blind man, and he was indeed missing from his eyes."
Poof..., a pitch-black wooden stick quickly pierced the air in mid-air, instantly enlarging the eyes of the young six-winged black angel, and easily penetrated the black angel's throat.
As the blood spurted out, all the six-winged black angels in the hall all remembered in horror that they were definitely not able to compete with the power of the ten wings, thanks to the six-winged angel commander.
"Haha, even if Lord Lu Dongzan doesn't have a godhead, you three old guys do? You have fought for the Kingdom of God through life and death, but you three old guys, how can you compare to living life to fearing death?"
Obviously, the bloodshed just now did not excite Varda. Varda's slightly hoarse voice still sounded with arrogance and arrogance.
"That's right, that's right, old beggar, although you are a powerful person, you are nothing compared to Lord Lu Dongzan. You only drink and beg all day long. You have not contributed a single bit to the Kingdom of God."
"Yes, old guy, your existence has blocked the rise of the younger generation, so go and die."
A series of angry shouts resounded from the mouths of a group of six-winged black angels. The sound was so loud that the ten-winged seniors were so unwelcome in the current fallen angel group.
"Bang…."
There was a loud noise, and Sai Dong suddenly stood up. The huge long table beside him was turned into powder as the black divine light circulated.
"Devotion?" Sai Dong's shrewd eyes looked at all the six-winged black angels, pointing at the criss-crossing scars on Pippinton's ten wings and sighing.
"This is his medal. Every scar is left by a master of the God Realm. Apart from old guys like us, who is the master of the God Realm here?"
The roar of things being stuffed hovered above the hall, and each of the six-winged angels fell silent. Masters in the realm of gods were indeed not able to resist the gods of order like themselves.
"Have you seen this wound?"
As if remembering the long past, Shi Dong pointed at the huge scars on Pippinton's black wings. The scars were easy to see, and it was easy to see that this was a master. One sword cut through three wings.
"This is what was left by the 7th Archangel, the 12-winged Remiller, when the God of Light sat down when Lord Lucifer took us to heaven."
"This is the sword mark made by Gabriel, the sixth archangel..."
"This is..., this is." On Pippinton's ten huge wings, there were horrifying wounds, stuffed with things 11 roared out emotionally, and everyone in the hall suddenly became silent. Even 3
The 8-winged black angel's face also became weird.
The hall echoed with roars of stuffing people, but no one spoke at this time.
At this moment, Pippinton's voice slowly sounded: "Without Lord Lucifer, there would be nothing about the fallen angels. Of course, Lord Lucifer's expedition to another world and Lord Lu Dongzan's contribution to the fallen angels would not be the same.
No, but..."
"But what? Could it be that Lord Lu Dongzan's contribution today is not as good as that of an old beggar like you?" Varda no longer feared the three elders at this time, and shouted a little crazily.
"That's right, that's right. No matter how glorious you were in the past, now it's Lord Lu Dongzan who supports the entire Black Angel. You don't need to smear Lord Lu Dongzan like this!"
One is a six-winged black angel, who seems to have been brainwashed and disdains the words of the three elders.
"Oh? Mr. Lu Dongzan is so great, but for us, the great elders of Ten Wings, he is getting older and older?"