Vol 2 Chapter 125: success! War angel

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The respected and honored Count Raymond was covered with glass slag, but the blood bleed was already black and stinky, the body was decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the thick black gas had completely entangled him, and he was in great pain. Rolling and roaring on the ground. 35xs
These nobles passed down from generation to generation can often practice at a young age, or rely on some drugs to barely improve their strength. But the corrupt life of a long time has already made most of the nobility's vindictiveness have already been degraded.
"桀桀 桀 ~"
The witch Judy frantically laughed constantly, her eyes glowing and full of excitement, "My lord's glory will return to the earth. Those of you who dare and hinder the advance of my lord, I will clear you one by one. In order to I guarantee you to die quickly and get no cure. I have given you the rest of the "Elemental Abyss". "
"You, you ..." Count Raymond's throat had begun to decay, and his eyes were frightened. "Yes, it's light ..."
"Hey ~ I forgot to tell you." Witch Judy laughed sarcastically. "These potions for the 'Abyss of the Elements' are the ingredients your son Viscount Conner himself provided."
"puff!"
Count Raymond spouted black blood and fell backwards, his face full of anger and horror, his life twitching.
"Who is it?"
A violent and majestic voice sounded, a strong dark breath condensed above the towering castle, and a husky, torn voice shouted, "So brave, how dare to assassinate the count."
"Well, Count Raymond really colluded with the Dark Wizard." The witch Judy sneered twice, "It's still a sub-sage dark wizard, it seems that the big fish has been dug this time.
She fluttered, hurried back, and disappeared into the darkness.
"This is the taste of the elemental abyss?" The majestic, hoarse voice was even more exasperated. "It was you, who stole the descendants of the mouse in the first part of the Dark Bible, humming, but did not expect that you would not have died, and dared to appear. Stop me. "
"What?" The dark witch fluttered, almost emerged from the darkness, and yelled inexorably. "You knew that thing, alas, it seems you were also a participant in the original thing Now, well, it has a strong dark corpse smell. It seems that you are the legendary necromancer, Rex. Now you are getting bolder, and even the Earl of Real Power is eyeing you. "
"Huh, do you know what I can do?" Necromancer Rex grinned. "A little mouse can escape my palm?"
The two talked and fled, and soon ran out of the castle.
The Dark Witch had already arranged the escape route. After escaping from the city, she continued to provoke with a grin: "Old thing, aren't you okay? You can't catch up soon."
"Crazy, today I'm going to make you into a dark corpse servant." The voice of the necromancer's anger exploded, almost shocking people in half the city.
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Time passed unconsciously for more than two hours.
In the dark forest, the dark witch Judy, a maid costume, stumbled out of the shadows, and fell to the ground with a stun.
After finally getting rid of the evil spirit summoned by the necromancer Rex, she was already at the end of the crossbow.
"Damn old thing, I didn't expect it to be so difficult." Witch Judy poke the vine away and couldn't help cursing in anger.
The vines entwined around the tree trunks are dense, and the amethyst lantern fruit hangs on the vines, exuding glory.
Under the faint light, her delicate face was pale without a trace of blood, and her maid costume had already become tattered in fierce battles, exposing a small blood-stained calf, looking embarrassed.
On her right shoulder, a strange black gas entangled, creeping slowly like a living creature, constantly eroding the power of darkness on her, making her entire right shoulder and right arm only paralyzed. Just as weakly dangling.
"Ahem ~"
She stood up hard holding the trunk, trying to move forward. However, as soon as she stood up, she couldn't help bending down and covering her mouth with a heartbreaking cough.
The thin blood droplets slipped down her fingers, lined with her pale and slender knuckles, which was particularly shocking. 35xs
"Well, the wicked descendants of the traitor mouse, I advise you to surrender and give up struggling ~ With the strength you can't reach at level 5, it is a fluke that I can struggle for so long."
In the darkness, a huge cloud of black mist flew from the treetops from far to near.
This dark mist exudes a strong death gas, as cold and cold as from Hell. The majestic power spread with him in the forest, but not yet approaching. The eerie laughter echoed in the forest, echoing. Small, attractive.
At the same time, there was another rancid smell that I didn't know how many years old, which made people nauseous.
This group of dark fog is really following after the 6th-level sub-saint-level strongman, the necromancer Rex.
"Dead? Hehe ..."
Hearing this voice, the dark witch raised her head suddenly, her face pale as a ghost, but there was no fear in the lacquered eyes, but she was full of frightening madness and hatred.
"After my mother and sister die, every day I live is a torment for me. Would I be afraid of death? I only hate myself that I'm not strong enough, and I can't kill the enemies myself, and I will avenge them both!"
"Hand-blade enemy? Hahahaha ~"
Hearing this, the Necromancer laughed like a joke.
In the frantic laughter, the black mist swayed slightly, suddenly floating from the treetops to the ground, and instantly turned into a skinny old man in a black robe.
This old man is extremely tall, with a few camels on his back, and a black pitcher with a height of one person in his hand. The whole person is exuded with a thick death gas, and the yellow and turbid eyes are even wiped with fish. The horrible whiteness is like a corpse crawling out of hell. It is powerful and evil, which makes people trembling.
He looked down at the embarrassed dark witch, and his disdain and ridicule grew deeper: "It's up to you, and would you like the great priest Solo's great sacrifice? Saying whimsical is all upholding you."
Speaking, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Judy, directly raised the black scepter in his hand, and sentenced coldly: "Traitor, let's die!"
The words fell, and with a wave of the black scepter in his hand, a huge black vortex appeared above his head.
Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon yin, a rotting bi-winged flying dragon flew out of the vortex, with a huge dragon wing with a hole in it, and a powerful wind swept away,
The surrounding trees fell suddenly.
The rancid odor in the air suddenly became stronger.
"Damn old thing, it caused me to bother my master." The dark witch coughed her blood, and a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes. This time, she wanted to quietly make a great contribution to the bright Wu Hui, and did not want to alarm him "old man" .
But to this day, she had to disturb the great master.
She prayed on the spot: "Great Lord of Light, I am your humble servant Judy, and I pray that you send an angel of war to kill heresy."
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At the same time, in the kingdom of God.
Wu Hui was patiently guarding outside the Biochemical Pool, waiting for the birth of her first war angel. She didn't know what the dark witch had done on the light plane.
Angels are level 7 after all, and the transformation of the light element life is much slower than level 1 and level 2.
Wu Hui was so anxious that he started pacing outside the Huashengchi without knowing it.
Stunned.
The divine patterns flowing through the light dimmed, and the dazzling brilliance covering the entire biochemical pond slowly dissipated.
A figure stretched its wings, flew out of the halo that was about to dissipate, and gliding before Wu Hui.
Under the holy light, his white wings are like snow-capped mountains in Tianshan Mountain, and every faint feather is down and holy, shining and holy.
After the remodeling, the body of the biochemical pond has faded from its original age, regained its youth, chestnut hair softly fits on the forehead, black eyes are deep and peaceful, and its temperament mixes the youth's vitality and elders. Wisdom and peace have an indescribable charm.
The majesty of that body is surging like a tide, with an aggressive edge.
Wu Hui stared at St. Luke's current look, surprised.
Compared with the war angels that were forcedly blessed by divine power before, the current Saint Luke is exactly the same in appearance, but the temperament or the aura seems to be more powerful.
However, it can be understood with a little thought. At this moment, Saint Luke has become a real angel of war. His strength and strength are completely his own. After training and practicing combat skills, his strength can be further increased, with temporary blessings. The appearance of the angels will definitely be different.
"War Angel Saint Luke, meet my Lord."
St. Luke gathered his wings and bowed down to worship ~ EbookFREE.me ~ with a surprise and enthusiasm on his face that he couldn't hide even if he tried to restrain.
"Get up ~ how are you feeling?" Wu Hui waved him up and asked curiously, "Is there anything different from before?"
"It feels similar in other respects, but the use of power is more like a finger, not like it always seems to be separated by a layer." St. Luke answered after a bit of seriousness, "If the level 7 monster is now and before On the opposite side, assisted by a three bow bed crossbow, the old servant is confident to solve it in two minutes. "
"Okay ~"
Wu Hui looked at the current Saint Luke, and the more he felt the more secure he felt.
Although St. Luke can also be temporarily elevated to a level 7 angel with divine power, but that is a temporary state after all, and it consumes divine power every moment. 120 divine power can keep him in an angelic state for 2 hours at best. There is no comparison at all with this constant state.
In the future, Saint Luke, the real war angel, will be able to respond in time to whatever is happening in the kingdom of God or something happened to the light plane.
Moreover, with him, when developing believers in the future, you don't have to be so careful and tied your hands. Even if the Holy See expands wildly, don't worry about holding it.
Thinking about it, Wu Hui felt that there were tens of thousands of believers in the imagination, and that the divine power was so endless that he seemed to be beckoning to him, making him excited.
At this moment, a channel of faith trembled violently, turned out to be the prayer of the Dark Witch.
Wu Hui stunned in his heart, that crazy dark witch, wouldn't do something incredible?
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