Standing at the top of the stairs, "Bishop Rose" looked down at the enemies below expressionlessly, but his hands on both sides were already filled with blood.
Crestel Sesima's words sounded like naked mockery to him!
Why didn't he want to wake up those "flesh bombs" immediately? The reason why he was stunned just now was because he couldn't feel the bombs for a moment!
In order not to affect the next move, in order not to affect the coming of the Lord, he took a desperate risk and launched a frontal attack on a strong man comparable to Sequence Four. This was tantamount to suicide!
With blood boiling in anger, the tall "Bishop Rose" suddenly raised his right palm, tore off his left arm, including the bones and flesh, and threw it forward without hesitation.
During the whole process, he didn't even show any signs of pain, but his face was extremely pious.
Almost instantly, flesh and blood surged from his left shoulder, and an arm rebuilt from the bones slowly grew out, dripping with blood.
Under the gaze of the three red gloves, the arm that was thrown high in the air exploded silently, and together with the scattered blood spots around it, turned into a scalding rain of blood.
The raindrops fell in patter, leaving dense traces of corrosion around Crested and the others.
It's a pity that even so, they still didn't hurt these red gloves even once.
The "Bishop Rose" who was standing at the top of the stairs was not surprised. After just a glance, his tall and thin body collapsed like liquid, melted into the shadows, and came straight towards Crested and others.
"Crazy is often the first step for people to commit sins. It's a pity." Looking at the shadow that was running towards him quickly, Crestel sat back and inserted the bone sword in his hand vertically into the ground.
boom!
Without warning, a heat wave hit, and three huge deep fireballs, wrapped in a strong smell of sulfur, hit Crested, who was already moving downwards, forcing him to change his movements and hastily defend.
boom!
The milky-white bone sword lay in front of him. The lightless barrier collided with the deep fireball. Horrible sparks bloomed. The wanton tongues of fire touched the smell of sulfur in the air, causing a more violent reaction and billowing air waves.
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After losing the defensive obstruction of the Goddess Sword, the "Bishop Rose" lurking in the shadows suddenly jumped up from it, and its swollen muscle arm mercilessly hit Clement who was holding the sealed artifact at the side.
In the midst of the electric light and flint, the eyes of Clement, who was holding a silver mirror, and the other Nighthawk flashed a light blue light at the same time.
The dream was shattered, and the grand sparks were still bright, but the "Bishop Rose" who was supposed to launch the attack stopped halfway and stood defenseless on a step with a blank look.
At the beginning of another attack, the two "Requiem Masters" joined forces to drag "Bishop Rose" into a dream!
The smoke in the air dissipated, and Crestel, who was holding the bone sword in his hand, had a more solemn expression, staring straight at a "woman" with a beautiful face on the third floor.
Mr. A!
Mr. A, who was supposed to be in charge of the Extraordinary gathering in Queens, actually appeared here.
There are still certain "demonic" features on his face, and his scarlet eyes are mixed with evil patterns. Together with his face that is more beautiful than that of a woman, it creates a different kind of beauty.
For Crested, this was an unexpected development.
However, he did not back down, nor did he call for MI9 support now.
Mr. A, who was sitting on the third-floor handrail, was obviously not in a normal state. His figure seemed like a mirage that Crested had only seen described in books. It was vague and vague, not like reality.
There is no doubt that he used special means to exert his power here.
No, if there was such a method, why didn't the Aurora Society directly cast the power of a demigod? Holding the bone sword in his hand, Crestel tensed up even more, and the light on the sword, which was not slender, squirmed.
In an instant, the entire interior of the building turned directly into a lightless darkness!
This is absolute darkness where even shadows cannot survive!
"Bishop Rose", who had regained his consciousness, subconsciously wanted to sink, but found that the floor under his feet was no longer "soft", but really hard, as if there was no shadow in the light.
With a slight palpitation, he glanced higher up in the direction of the Divine Envoy, and couldn't help but sink.
That is just an illusion created with the help of the angel reward from another great being. If they cannot deal with these "believers of the evil god" within three minutes, then the loved ones who are about to be completely transformed will encounter unprecedented dangers.
God's coming will fail!
"We must not fail..." "Bishop Rose", who was full of fighting spirit, took a big step forward, and under the gaze of everyone, his tall body fell straight down.
In the lightless darkness, strings of sticky and slippery silk threads climbed up his neck silently. Bound by gravity, the thread loop wrapped around his neck turned into a guillotine. "Bishop Rose" held up his soft yellow hair.
His head rolled straight down the stairs.
Dead, a Sequence Six died like this!
Crestel, who directly controlled the darkness, was the first to react, took a step back, placed the bone sword directly across his chest, and actively turned it into a shield for the remaining two companions.
There is also a third party here!
Mr. A, who was sitting on the armrest on the third floor, had a stern look in his eyes. The traces of "demon" on his face suddenly disappeared, and instead, his face, which was already more beautiful than a woman's, became extremely charming, enchanting and charming.
The crystal clear ice gun whizzed away, ignoring obstacles and shooting directly into a corner on the second floor.
In everyone's spiritual field of vision, a slender ice spear passed by a blurry figure, and two-thirds of it was inserted into the floor.
The soft sound of leather shoes sounded, and a man wearing a long trench coat slowly walked out of the darkness. There seemed to be tentacles squirming in the trench coat floating backward, and his face was dark.
Crestel, who was already on guard, suddenly frowned and the bone sword on his chest moved upward.
This person gave him a familiar aura, almost like the sacred object in his hand.
Dunn fully revealed his figure in front of the gazes of both parties, slowly aimed his gaze at Mr. A higher up, and expressed his position through actions.
His blood was trembling with excitement, and the power of "darkness" echoed with the lightlessness created by the holy object in Crestel's hand. This was also the reason why he could strangle a Sequence Six effortlessly.
Although this power is far less powerful than when using the ashes of Saint Selina, it is enough to allow Dunn to fight with a strong Sequence Five in a short period of time.
"Hmph." Mr. A, who was sitting on the railing, sneered. He landed on the second floor without hesitation and faced off with Dunn and Red Gloves in a triangular shape.
As long as it is for the Lord, he can die at any time, let alone a projection.
The plague of the "Witch of Pain" spread silently. Making a quick decision, Mr. A returned to his "demon" state and chose to fight head-on.
A "demon" who doesn't need to consider the recovery speed of flesh and blood wounds is a natural weapon of war!
The nearly three-meter-tall monster roared angrily, and its shadowy figure became even more illusory. There were still two minutes left, and he had to fight quickly.
The wings on his back were raised, and six deep fireballs were shot out again.
After only hesitating for a second, Crestel let go of his defense, slipped on his feet, and was lucky enough not to be hit by any of the fireballs, approaching Mr. A who was roaring on the spot.
The teammates behind you don’t have to think about it. The level 1 sealed objects in their hands are not just for clearing the field!
Seeing three fireballs flying towards him, the illusory tentacles behind Dunn shrank instantly, and the smooth silk threads in the air bloomed like flowers, forming an invisible net that tore and divided the fireballs that had no fixed form.
boom!
Brilliant sparks bloomed again. Crestel, who had slid in front of Mr. A, focused his eyes, turned his waist, and swept out the bone sword that exuded pure light, splitting Mr. A's arm that was trying to block him.
Several spirits flew out of his mouth, and spiritual creatures of various shapes entangled the "demon" Mr. A, not giving him a chance to change forms.
The horns of the "devil" on the head could not be concentrated, and the fireball behind it could not condense. The huge "devil" waved an arm still dripping with blood, and fought manically with Crested.
Unfortunately, the obstruction caused by the sulfur fireball still had no effect. His face was wrapped in "darkness", and a blurry Dunn walked among the flames.
On the charred floor, tongues of fire were flaring wildly, and the entire second floor was like the legendary hell.
Red Gloves and Dunn, who were holding sealed objects, took action almost at the same time, and the low-pitched chant that penetrated people's hearts echoed in the corridor. Mr. A, who was separated and fighting, actually closed his eyes during the battle, and was dragged into a dream.
Crested, who was bowing his waist, saw this and swung his sword again.
A flash of white light flashed, and the shadowy fantasy collapsed into tiny flakes of light, and illusory butterflies flew out from it, flew into the distance, and disappeared.
Dunn, who was walking forward, suddenly froze in place, and the corners of his mouth under disguise kept twitching.
How could he not recognize the origin of that butterfly? It was clearly the symbol of His Highness the Angel.
But how could this appear in the hands of an Aurora Society member?
Watching Mr. A's shadow disappear and the mirror world collapse silently, Crestel Sesima slowly turned sideways and looked in the direction of the mysterious man with complicated eyes, his eyes deep.
Dunn, who suddenly felt that things were becoming troublesome, forced himself not to avert his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a crisp, chaotic sound of applause coming from behind.
In the dim staircase, shadows were surging on the ground that was no longer dull. Lanerwus, wearing a linen shirt, slowly walked down the stairs that were completely suspended in the darkness. He still had the iconic sarcastic smile on his face, holding his hands
Keep clapping.
Crestel, who understood the importance of the matter, suppressed the doubts in his heart, turned his attention away from the mysterious man, looked at Lanerwus who looked calm and had no fear at all, and asked after consideration:
"After losing a 'Rose Bishop' and the projection of the divine envoy, the Aurora Society will still protect you."
"I'm very confused. To them, you should be the most depraved blasphemer. Why do they still protect you like this?"
Faced with the question, Lanerwus, who was still clapping with both hands, suddenly started to clap even more vigorously, with a smile on his face that almost reached the corners of his mouth, exaggerated and crazy.
However, this state only lasted for a moment, and he returned to his usual state, with his trademark sarcastic smile again, which was in sharp contrast to the nervousness just now.
"It's simple, because I am no longer a simple Lanerwus."
A thick shadow surged behind him. He paused, his eyes suddenly cold, and a scarlet light took over the emotion in his eyes.