Dark golden holy flames quickly gathered on Tyrell's holy sword, and soon formed a huge sword of judgment five meters long!
Obviously, the source of justice and order has recognized the reason for Tyrell's trial. This is a judgment in the name of revenge and war!
The Angel of Justice never gave Yi Zuer any chance to defend himself. He held a huge sword of judgment and slashed it directly from the head of the fallen angel!
bass!
Dark golden holy fires spurted out from the Sword of Judgment. They passed through Yizuer's body and drew a huge trajectory of holy flames behind it.
A straight dark golden crack appeared in the center of the fallen angel's huge demonic body.
The ferocious expression on Yi Zuer's face suddenly froze, its shining green eyes gradually dimmed, and the pain in his eyes slowly dissipated.
The next moment, countless rays of golden light burst out from its body along the dark gold crack. These rays of light pierced the dark clouds above the battlefield, and even suppressed the blazing evil fire in the lower fort.
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"Tyrrell...you finally...still...won..."
Yi Zuer's ethereal voice slowly came out from the center of the golden light. His voice contained not only unwillingness and resentment, but also relief and apology.
"No, I didn't win, brother, we all lost this battle..."
The dark golden holy flames on Tyrael's body gradually extinguished. The "judgment" of "justice" has been announced here, and there is no need for "revenge" to continue.
"Hehe...hehe...yeah...there is no winner..."
Yi Zuer's voice paused for a long time, and then slowly sounded again. This time, all the unwillingness and resentment in his tone of voice had gone away, leaving only the deepest feeling of guilt.
"If... you can see those brothers who were brought into the pit of fire by me again... please help me say to them... I'm sorry... okay?"
"I will... I will definitely do it... As long as I can see them again, I will definitely bring your apology to you, brother."
Tyrell responded in a low tone.
"Thank you...thank you for still calling me...brother..."
Yi Zuer's voice gradually became inaudible, and the golden light that penetrated the clouds and fog began to gradually dissipate.
When all the light finally disappeared, there was nothing in front of Tyrell...
"Have a good trip, my brother..."
The Archangel of Justice raised his left hand, where lay a piece of golden fragment that was gradually losing its luster.
This is a fragment of the "Crystal Holy Arch", a sacred core that only angels who can decipher the source of order possess.
But now, this fragment has lost all luster and power, because the host of the fragment has completely died.
Tyrell clenched his fist, then waved his hand gently, throwing the fragments into the sky above his head.
"May the light of truth be with you, brother."
He pointed the tip of the holy sword Edruin downwards, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and performed a solemn ceremony toward the sky where the fragments disappeared.
After a brief mourning, Tyrell raised the sacred sword again, and his whole body suddenly turned into a blue light, and rushed towards the ruins of the fortress that were still burning below!
...
The moment Yizuer's breath disappeared completely, Bulcaisuo, who was rushing out of the ruins of the fortress with the last group of professionals and angels, seemed to be aware of it and looked up.
He let out an imperceptible sigh, and then led everyone out of the ruins of the evil flames.
Just when he had just settled these scarred angels and professionals, Tyrell's figure also fell from the sky and stood next to the father of the barbarians.
"Is this the last batch?"
he asked.
"Yes, I have confirmed that there are no one of us in the ruins."
Bulcasso looked at the professional legion in front of him, which had been reduced by almost a full third, and his expression became a little gloomy again.
"How much was the loss?"
"The statistics are not complete yet, but it is estimated to be small..."
Listening to Bulcaisel's words, Tyrell also glanced at the two angel legions, which were obviously much sparser in number, and his eyes with blue light in the cloak couldn't help but flicker.
"This is my fault. I underestimated the extent of Yi Zuer's depravity..."
"Okay, now is not the time to hold people accountable. What should we do next? Should we continue to march?"
Burcasso interrupted the Archangel of Justice's self-blame with some irritation, and pointed out a very obvious problem in a worried tone.
That's what they do next.
This is indeed a question worth discussing.
Their main army suffered heavy losses in the battle just now. Although they finally captured the "Heavenly Tribulation" fortress as they wished, with the power they currently have, if they want to continue to advance towards the gate of hell, they may not be able to do what they did before.
It's as simple as expected.
Although the road to the Gate of Hell from here is no longer blocked by the Demon Castle, it can be expected that there will definitely be a huge army of demons waiting for them near the Gate of Hell.
In their current situation, it is obviously unrealistic to lead such a force that has just experienced heavy losses to quickly penetrate the demons' defense line, especially since there is an "Eternal Darkness" fortress on the south side of the "Heavenly Tribulation" fortress.
Under the premise of existence, such a tactical plan is tantamount to a last-ditch battle.
If they fail to destroy the Gate of Hell before Mephisto arrives on the eternal battlefield, then the remaining demonic forces in the "Eternal Darkness" fortress will definitely come out to cut off their retreat.
At that time, these guys don't need to stop them for too long. It only takes a short while for Mephisto to catch up and annihilate them all.
Although Yizuer is dead, its tactical plan of destroying everything is still as effective as it should be.
The huge losses this ruse caused them now face a dilemma.
Either continue to advance and fight to the death, or retreat immediately and use the remaining time to strengthen your own side's defenses.
The former is so radical that if you don't succeed, you will perish, while the latter is so conservative that you feel like you are just sitting back and waiting for death.
This dilemma made Tyrell also fall into thinking.
After a long time, he raised his head again, his eyes shining with an unusually firm light.
"Bulkess, do you believe me?"
The muscles on Bulcaisel's face twitched twice, and looking at the look in Tyrell's eyes, he had a bad premonition in his heart.
"...Ha! To be honest, labor and management don't believe it at all! But now that we have reached this juncture, let's do whatever you say! I will risk my life to accompany you to the end!"
"Very good! Then let's do this!"
Tyrell nodded and slowly told Bulcasso his plan.
After Bulcaisel heard his plan, the expression on the father of the barbarians' face became extremely solemn.
"Are you sure this will work?" he asked.
"No, I'm not sure, but I don't want to just sit back and wait for death. You have to try it to know whether it works or not!
What's more, even if we fail, we won't lose everything. With Mr. Sgor here, I believe that with his ability, he should be able to persist until our reinforcements arrive no matter what."
"Reinforcements? Are you sure we will have reinforcements?"
