When the idea came to him, Allen only thought about it for a few seconds before making a decision.
He knew that because the goddess of light had always coveted his dark power, the relationship between them was almost life-and-death. Sooner or later, he would have to face the goddess of light and start a life-or-death showdown with her.
As for Uriel, he was just an inconspicuous chess piece in the hands of the goddess of light.
Before this final battle, Allen must seize the opportunity and try to give himself a better chance of winning.
So, Allen raised his head, looked at the golden figure of the angel Uriel who was about to disappear, and whispered:
"In my kingdom of God, there is no exit for angels."
After finishing his words, Uriel suddenly stopped as if he had hit an invisible wall.
Afterwards, Uriel seemed to become a fly that had lost its sense of direction, flying around in the sky, but could not escape from Allen's sight.
He has been imprisoned in Allen's Kingdom of God projection.
Seeing such a scene, Allen showed a satisfied smile on his face.
He knew that his goal had been achieved.
Now, part of the divinity of the Goddess of Light has been temporarily locked within the rules he established. It is impossible to escape without his permission.
So, Allen stared at the light, slowly raised his right hand, and then made a fist.
Suddenly, the projection of the Kingdom of God in the sky seemed to turn into a piece of drawing paper. Following Allen's movements, it folded, folded, and folded again... After repeatedly folding in half, it finally turned into a point of light, together with the dark sky,
disappeared under the dome.
The strong wind stopped roaring, the leaden clouds dispersed, and the setting sun emerged again, dyeing the sky and the earth a bright red.
The sky is the color of blood.
The earth is also the color of blood.
In the breeze mixed with the fishy smell, several vultures circled low and gnawed at the corpses everywhere.
Looking at this scene full of tragic atmosphere, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of Allen's mouth.
At this moment, he could no longer suppress the severe pain in his chest, coughed several times, and then suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The blood fell on his clothes, soaked his spotless black coat, stained his white and clean shirt red, and then followed the hem of his clothes and fell to the ground drop by drop.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Then Allen's vision went dark, and with a "bang", he fainted and fell to the ground face up.
Falling into the afterglow of the bright red sunset.
He fell into a pool of red blood.
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The soldiers under the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke and the believers of the Black Temple witnessed what had just happened after retreating to the camp.
They all looked up at the sky, looking at the majestic projection of the Kingdom of God, looking at the embarrassing scene of the light and shadow of the descending angel Uriel escaping everywhere, looking at the vast sky like a piece of paper, under the power of Allen again and again.
Fold once.
"I have long said that no matter how powerful that angel is, he cannot be a match for the messenger," I heard Ariel shouting excitedly. Looking at his proud look, it seemed that the person who defeated the descending angel was not the messenger, but the messenger.
He himself said, "I hope the messenger can deal with him properly! I've had enough of his arrogant face!"
Next to him, Refant, the young knight of the Dark Temple, patted his shoulder lightly and glanced at him lightly, as if to say to him:
"Don't forget how embarrassed you were when you were chased and beaten by the descending angels just now."
As for the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, he breathed a sigh of relief silently, thinking: Although the messenger from the Dark Temple was too rude, at least he still had strength. Now, since the angel was defeated and King Charles II was dead,
Then the crown of Greyhawk Kingdom should belong to me!
"Weird" Hobuev, the personal advisor of the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, stood beside him, looking at the red sky and the mess on the battlefield. There was no expression on his face, and he seemed to be thinking about something unknown.
things.
High Priest Delphi's student, Vann Igneel, was also standing next to the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke. He looked at the Duke next to him, then at High Priest Delphi who was lying on the stretcher, and frowned slightly.
, his eyes were filled with hesitation and struggle.
The person responsible for taking care of the high priest Delphi is naturally Saint Isabella.
Ignoring the dust on the ground, she knelt down next to the stretcher and wiped the wounds of the unconscious high priest with the medicine brought by doctor Sean Derek.
"High Priest, you must wake up," she said softly, looking at Delphi's wrinkled face, "you promised me that when all this is over, you will put down your burden and stay with me.
Come and tell me more stories, and then we will go to the south of Braden Kingdom together, to enjoy the warm sunshine, to see your hometown, to pay homage to my teacher’s grave, and to..."
After the death of both of his parents, the high priest Delphi went to the Dark Temple in the Far North Icefield. He never returned home or basked in the sun in the southern part of the kingdom.
Isabella herself also grew up on the Arctic ice sheet.
Because of this, their common dream is to go to the south to see them. They hope to stand openly in the sun and no longer be forced to hide.
"If it hadn't been for the timely arrival of the messenger, I'm afraid we would never have the chance to realize this dream." Isabella thought silently, feeling very grateful that the high priest Delphi had escaped death.
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Time passes slowly.
After everyone sighed, they began the post-war work.
When Uriel, the Advent Angel, was defeated by Allen, and King Charles II of the Greyhawk Kingdom also died from serious injuries and blood loss, the defenders of Castle Greyhawk decisively chose to surrender knowing the current situation.
Think about it, even the powerful descending angels are no match for the group of people in front of them, so a group of ordinary people who stubbornly resist will definitely end up destroying themselves.
Just like that, under the welcome of the surrendering defenders, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke rode on the back of a tall horse and led his army into the city gate in a mighty manner.
Judging from the way the Duke raised his chin high, he seemed to have already regarded himself as the new king.
The believers of the Black Temple also rushed to start their missionary work, talking to the people of Castle Greyhawk one by one, preaching about the "omnipotent God of Darkness" and the "unfathomable Lord Messenger".
However, Allen, who fainted on the battlefield, had long been forgotten by them.
Even if he did not return to the team after dark, no one thought to look for him.
Because in the eyes of these believers, the Messenger is a symbol of wisdom and strength. He cannot be injured or make mistakes. Everything he does must be planned.
There must be a reason for the messenger to stay up all night today.
As qualified believers, they should have full confidence in the Messenger.
Only Isabella felt something was wrong.
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