"Fallen Holy... You really surprise me. You always let me see so many surprises that I don't want to see, Adam."
Moses sighed softly, and then a light began to appear faintly in his body. This light was full of holiness, not like the holy light of the Holy See. When it appeared, it was filled with faith, as if there were hymns faintly singing at any time.
This light is extremely pure, just light and holiness.
Moses took a heavy step, and the Millennium Earl's aura gradually became colder. At the same time, his heart became helpless. He knew that facing Moses at this time was not a good choice for him.
Moses' power is not strong, but it is too restrained. His resurrection is because of Pan. Pan used his magic power to build this body for him, making him a being similar to the lord of hell, but it also made him
Lost his former body and his former strength.
The holy light of darkness, the holy heart of darkness.
This was his most essential power. He was burdened with darkness, but obeyed the will of God. He was God's fallen angel.
Because of this, when Moses and Elijah faced him together, they could only expel him, and even Elijah, the prophet, would be killed by him later.
But things are different now. His identity is no longer God's dark apostle, but a simple hell demon.
Apart from restraint, this actually has elements of each other, but there is another point, that is, the Millennium Earl is not in a good state now. He has been a little weak after a battle. If he continues to struggle and exert his true power, he will probably not be able to do it.
Can't beat Moses.
The Millennium Earl suddenly sneered and said: "My friend, there are still many opportunities for us to meet in the future."
His body suddenly turned into a pure white doll and fell to the ground helplessly.
Moses frowned, but finally sighed: "It seems that as an old man, I still don't have much to do. Times are changing really fast."
He walked slowly to Howard's side, and placed the wooden stick gently on Howard's body. Howard's body burst into light, and then some black plague insects emerged from Howard's mouth and nose, turning into ashes in the sky.
"You have finally arrived. If you had been here, it wouldn't have been so tragic."
Howard sighed softly.
Moses looked at Howard with a kind expression and said softly: "Howard, my dear successor, I thought you would understand what we are facing. The mystics of this era are still too immature. They need to
A battle of blood and fire.”
"I see."
The two battlefields of New York and Africa opened by Eastern countries are not the whole of this war. Low-level demons, monsters that have long been the evil of mankind, are erupting everywhere in this world, but the intensity is limited to a certain level.
range.
The Holy See's army, exorcists from various places, and mysterious organizations of all sizes are all fighting.
The Alliance of Resurrectionists, an organization unintentionally created by Noh, was wiped out in the early stages of this war.
This is also a microcosm of the world. This war is far more tragic than it looks.
The return of Moses is just the beginning.
The golden eyes, burning with boiling blood and killing everything, shine in every corner of the world.
Weird magic, natural disasters that occur from time to time, these are the figures of magicians.
In some places where disasters were more serious, some people as elegant as nobles performed magic tricks one after another.
Russia, the small town of Kass, has experienced a baptism of demons.
Under the protection of several exorcists, this small town fought against three demons. After experiencing a tragic fight, there were only two exorcists left in the town, but there was still one remaining demon.
, lurking in the town, always ready to ambush the remaining two exorcists.
"Gana Gilko, I can't hold on anymore..."
A woman with a pair of blue eyes sighed weakly.
Garner Gilko is a young man with yellow hair. He looked at the woman with blue eyes and sighed, his face showed weakness, and his expression was a little complicated.
They are in a huge basement, which was created by a mysterious person using magic. All the living residents of the town are here. There is a chaotic light on the basement wall. It is obvious that
It is a kind of protective magic.
"Lena, the inheritance of the Night Watch will be left to you."
Garner Gilko suddenly made a decision.
Lena looked at Garana Gilko, shook her head numbly and said: "It's useless, Garana Gilko, the death of those two demons was done at the cost of Boren's life. At least four people can do it."
In exchange for the death of one person, there is nothing you can do alone."
Ganajilko looked at the chaotic color of the wall that was getting stronger and weaker, and he knew that he couldn't hold on like this for much longer.
Lena possesses guardian magic that can protect the residents, but the demons continue to attack the magic circle. In order to prevent them from entering, other exorcists kept going out to fight with the demons, and finally it was delayed until now.
The strongest exorcist among them, the one who built this basement, is already dead.
"At least, it can delay some time..."
Ganajirko shrugged helplessly, picked up a bottle of wine on the table, and poured it into his mouth. The wine kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and even made him choke a few times, but he did not stop this action.
After finishing the drink in one breath, he even extravagantly used some magic power to drive away part of the alcohol. Then he looked around at the group of frightened ordinary people and smiled with some relief.
When he reached the door, his not-so-strong body was suddenly saved by someone.
He sighed softly and said: "Mom, I will be back, I promise."
He turned around, gently pushed the thin middle-aged woman away, opened the door directly, closed it, and walked up the usual stairs, ignoring the faint crying behind him.
After he walked out, the familiar wind, snow and cold made him shiver.
He shifted his gaze, and then slowly opened his mouth.
I saw a cold and handsome young man, with his dazzling golden eyes open, slowly pulling out a bloody blade from the body of a goat-horned demon, and then flicking it gently, the blade returned to white.
Putting the knife back into its sheath, the young man turned his attention to him, nodded, and then turned and left.
Ganajilko wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything at all. But he knew that the crisis had been resolved.
…
African battlefield.
He stopped, the surrounding fog continued to fade, and the broken corpses of six Noah clan were scattered everywhere.
After observing for a while, looking at the demon army in disarray, almost all of which had been eliminated, he said softly: "They are all solved."