After the global recovery, I traveled through

In the sky, he realized that darkness not only enveloped the city of Nar, but even a trace of sunlight could not penetrate in the far distance.

The sun and moon disappeared, replaced by a red star that exuded a billowing air of blood. Under the red light of the stars, the howling of the great demon from hundreds of years ago was ringing out all the time.

Leon's scalp was numb, and the mark engraved on the knight's gun that connected it to the temple suddenly became loose.

A strong figure that was not human at all jumped in front of the stars, and cut out in the red a shadow with bulging muscles, goat horns on its head, and huge bat wings.

- was released! Big devil!

The big demon flew straight towards the Holy Land like a cannonball.

At this time, Zhao Lue also noticed that his points had changed. The points came from the knights left behind in the Knights Hall. Chen Kele told him through the connection between the cards and the players that they were reincarnators, and then killed them easily.

The priest who was watching below Nar City stood up and shouted angrily: "Since you know the divine power network, you should know how vast our divine power is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice echoed through the sky.

"Everyone, the sleep under the Pope's crown has made the light fade away..."

Alena Spring's voice is inspiring.

Her voice stirred the divine net, and the knights took the opportunity to shake off the vampires and retreat.

"...If the situation worsens, I will wake up His Majesty the Pope at all costs."

[She is a person of the Lord God, her name is Huang Chuntao. ] The big devil suddenly said.

The voice of the big devil was slightly familiar to Zhao, but considering that the big devil was his vassal a long time ago, it was not surprising.

Then Zhao Lue connected the name Huang Chuntao with the mother in Han Jianping's mouth.

He thought about what she said and felt something in his heart.

When he stood among the resurrected vampires and looked towards the Pope's throne, all he could feel was the almost dead aura of the Pope. He knew that he could not awaken the Pope without truly awakening, but now this woman had a way.

Zhao Lue heard the objections of bishops from various places.

"I object to awakening His Majesty the Pope. The situation is not serious enough to break the angel's seal."

"I object. The Pope has relied on angels to survive to this day. Forcibly awakening him before God has come will probably cause more serious consequences than now."

"I object..."

"I object."

The cardinals expressed their opinions. Even Huang Chuntao, whose status is only lower than that of the Pope, cannot act recklessly regardless of his opinions.

So Huang Chuntao and Zhao Lue made the same choice: make the situation more serious!

The shadow under Zhao Lue's feet stopped expanding, and his back began to itch, as if something was about to grow from his shoulder blades to his waist.

Knight Commander Leon jumped off his horse regardless of his own safety, and the knight's spear knocked away several vampires that were entangled, and it was about to pierce into Zhao Lue's neck.

Blood spattered from Leon's torn body by the vampire. Through the reflection on the surface of the knight's gun, Zhao Lue saw that the tail of his hair was slowly turning into another color.

--silver.

Zhao Lue remembered that he once wanted to dye his hair. Everyone has different attitudes towards this. Grandpa said I can't control you anymore. Mom said don't dye it too brightly. Uncle recommended him to have a hairdo like the one he had when he was young. Wang Xichen said it was up to you but black hair looked best, and Ye Feiyu encouraged him to do it. Braid or perm with tin foil.

When he faced Tony holding the hair dye, he suddenly lost interest.

——He always felt that he might have had blond or silver hair before.

"The God of Darkness is going to appear in his body!!!"

Zhao Lue's memories were interrupted by Leon. Leon seemed to have thought that his previous calmness was waiting for the God of Darkness to descend on him. He did not explain anything to Leon's misunderstanding, but watched Leon fall to the ground exhausted, facing the distance. Ji Shun, who was in another country, asked: "Have you seen my silver hair?"

Across thousands of rivers and mountains, it's hard to imagine how Ji Shun felt when he suddenly heard this strange question. Ji Shun replied: "No."

Zhao Lue smiled and said, "I have seen many angels with the same hair color as you."

In just a few seconds, hundreds of angels flying out of the distance with their snow-white wings flying towards Zhao Lue.

Zhao Lue asked Ji Shun: "Where are you now and what are you doing?"

Ji Shun: "In the palace, watching the flag-raising ceremony, there are many reincarnations here."

"Is there a god like you in Chutian?"

"Do you have wings?"

"Then use your divine power to blast the palace. There must be a recruitment point in the palace. Find it!"

Ji Shun was startled.

Zhao Lue said: "Huang Chuntao is determined to let Chutian and Lorraine go to war. The arena theory [the relationship between Chutian and Lorraine is not friendly] also indicates that war is inevitable. Now Lorraine's armed forces are out and they have found Rather than letting them take advantage, it’s better to give Chu Tian a reason to stand firm!”

——This must be a serious situation now.

Zhao Luo was a little excited unconsciously.

In his mind, he sketched a spectacular picture of himself destroying a city with a slight lift of his foot. Those pictures were so real, as if he had done this kind of thing before.

[The devil has arrived. ]

He looked around, and he was already surrounded by angels from the Holy Land.

As these angels flew toward him, they closed their eyes and lowered their arms, dangling in the air like soft dandelions blown by the wind.

Then they began to arm themselves.

Thousands of years ago, although there were many angels, they definitely did not exceed 20,000. For thousands of years, the Pope has basically been sleeping. In order to maintain the Pope's life, angels were sacrificed, and the number of angels has been decreasing. In order to effectively reduce the reduction of angels and try to maintain the Pope's life, the bishops came up with a solution.

First, let the unicorn mate with an ordinary horse. Although the offspring born are not pure blood, they still have divine power.

Second, build a divine power network to use divine power with maximum efficiency.

Third, all angels minimize the use of divine power and all are constructed into armed angels.

So what Zhao Lue saw was no longer the flesh angels waving wings in traditional mythology.

Instead, it was an armed strategic angel that was infused with the imagination of modern people and was strangely similar to the mobile games Zhao Lue had played in reality.

From the ground of Nar City, a skynet with crackling and flashing sparks emerged. The divine power covered on it condensed into substantial electric light, continuously supplying energy to the nodes.

The angels were armed in a short ten seconds.

Most of them are the size of young children, with tender faces that are still indistinguishable from male and female, and pursed lips that are as red as rose petals about to be picked. They hold their chins tightly, and the sharp curve of their chins and soft white hair together bring a sense of ignorant fantasy.

Each angel's head is surrounded by a circle of silver metal rings with small wings on both sides, and their eyes are covered. In addition to the eyes, there are also wrists, waists, and ankles. The precise and cold equipment is like an alternative restraint device, firmly fixing the angels' movements.

No matter which part, the ring extends out to a huge artillery platform that contrasts with the angels' petite bodies.

The dense floating guns, round, rectangular, and triangular, rotate with a click. Each angel has a steel fortress, and the white and soft wings extend from the entangled and knotted steel pipes, highlighting the overly cruel beauty.

Just like the personification of warships and guns, the flesh-and-blood loli queens are often surrounded by hideous weapons. Purity and ferocity, smallness and size, flesh and steel, the contrast is enough to stir anyone's mind at the first moment.

Under their bare feet, there is a sharp cone spewing white gas, which emits blue light and breaks into ice crystals when it hits the ground.

"Complete communication with the God Network, permission passed, application passed."

"Army of the Angel Legion No. 1, ready."

"Army of the Angel Legion No. 2, ready."

"Army of the Angel Legion No. 3..."

Their words are as cold as a child's tenderness, but as indifferent as a robot.

It is said that they still had feelings a thousand years ago, and they gave sweet and innocent smiles to every pilgrim in the holy land. It is said that they lay on the Pope's knees and softly told their thoughts about God. It is said that they weave colorful wreaths, release holy white doves, and stroke the white hair of unicorns.

It is said that they are the sons of God, the sons of man, and the most beloved relatives created by God in his own image.

But God's long abandonment over thousands of years has made them lose their emotions as sons of man, and even no longer have divinity, but become cold and numb mascots.

They no longer have the inspiration to create poems praising God. Over and over again, they are still the few sentences that God listened to thousands of years ago.

"The heart of the son of man longs for God, just as a pure horse longs for the stream, and as a pure lamb longs for the shepherd."

The golden halo flashed slightly above their heads and spread in a ripple shape. ^_^思^_^Rabbit^_^在^_^线^_^Read^_^Read^_^

The turret tilted and the firepower poured down.

People looked out of Lorraine's window, and their eyes were stung by the flames that vented out, and tears immediately flowed down.

The world was rumbling, and the darkness under Zhao Lue's feet swallowed up the light as always.

He saw the angels curl up their young bodies and bury their heads between their knees after a round of shooting.

With this posture, the fortress no longer looked like a fortress, but a gloomy tomb.

The boiler made a dull hum, and countless lasers scattered on the ground.

The sky was finally no longer dark.

Each angel was a tiny but bright light source, and their light dispelled the darkness.

Zhao Lue was stunned, and the strange excitement in his heart suddenly cooled down.

He found that the place where the meteors started was exactly the chests of the angels curled up and not observed. They carefully protected the light source by hugging.

"Heaven is falling." The angel whispered.

The fortresses collided and connected, and a sky city full of steel and feathers fell from the sky with endless despair.

Before being drowned by the endless light, Zhao Lue said: "Reincarnation in Hell."

The back that had been itching since just now finally stretched out six dark wings.

Silver hair, black eyes, and a face that the angels would never forget.

Perhaps the divine power of the six-winged fallen angel is different from that of the six-winged angel of light. They cannot feel the return of God, but as long as they stop holding themselves carefully, as long as they take off the shields covering their eyes, as long as they open their eyes, they can see what they want to see.

“They voluntarily become armed angels, because by covering their eyes they don’t have to see the world without God, because by covering their ears they can deceive themselves that it’s not God who doesn’t speak but that they can’t hear, and because by binding their hands and feet they can You can stop yourself from searching for miracles all over the world. Only your lips are still open, wanting to call out the name of God." Leon lay at Zhao Lue's feet, looking up at Zhao Lue's face and said softly.

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In addition to Kanmu and the like, the inspiration for the angel's form also includes "Yuki Yuna is a Brave", and even Menaura, etc...

Zhao Lue: Bombed the palace.

Ji Shun thought for a moment, raising his hand was an art. (Art is explosion!)

He may be thinking: This is your thing, and you don’t even feel sorry for it, so I’ll just let it go and blow it up.

Positive reminder: Don’t do dangerous things, eh.

Chapter 252 Containment Failure (21)

"Chu Tianren has been completely possessed by the God of Darkness!"

This message was sent to all parts of Lorraine.

The forced opening of the divine power network brought this scene to every cardinal.

The densely packed fortress of guns formed a giant sunken shadow. The inverted muzzles were as sharp as the spiers of a church on the ground. When they were continuous, it made people feel like the world was upside down.

The non-stop beam of light pierces the dark night, and although the bursting fire is extinguished in an instant,