All-Professional Master of Darkness

“Fuck.

Lan Wu looked at the miraculous scene in front of him and couldn't help but curse. This guy who suddenly appeared in front of me was really extraordinary. Anyone who saw such a thing would be shocked.

Angel.

Yes, it was an angel who appeared in his field of vision, and he was also an acquaintance. Dreamlike wings of light swayed gently in the wind, holding a pure white lightsaber nearly three meters long.

"Tyrell." Lan Wu pinched his arm, it hurt. This is indeed not an illusion. But the problem came again. Siseldin was still a summoner who practiced the Great Summoning Technique, and summoned the Archangel Tyrell in one fell swoop?

Lan Wu would not believe until his death that the famous archangel Tyrell would be willing to obey the call of a barbarian and appear. I don't think I saw this birdman being so considerate in the Demon Fortress. But the facts are before our eyes. The angel that suddenly appeared in front of us is indeed Archangel Tyrell, exactly.

"Kill him."

A fierce shout from under the hill interrupted Lan Wu's thoughts and drew his attention back to the battlefield. He took a closer look and was immediately impressed with admiration.

Hurtado, the most violent of the three Guerrera, took the lead in attacking Archangel Tyrell, who was floating more than three meters above the ground. A figure flashed in mid-air, bringing with it a flash of bright cold light, and struck Tyrell head-on.

"Bull..." Lan Wu saw Hurtado's fierce attack on Tyrell. Just one word popped into his heart, and he was instantly shocked by the fierceness of Guerrera and other barbarians.

When Hurtado shouted loudly, Guerrera and the other barbarians jumped up one after another, and pounced like big birds on the archangel who seemed to be still sleeping in the air.

"..." Lan Wu couldn't express his shock in words when he saw these fierce barbarians.

Isn’t this bird-man a god worshiped by humans? Why do these barbarians not seem to care about a living god at all? Is it really okay to beat up an angel like this?

Several question marks appeared in Lan Wu's mind like a revolving door. But he didn't know that although the barbarians were also members of the human race, they only believed in one god.

The Immortal King Bulkatho.

Only this most powerful barbarian in history can convince these fighting nations. If the Immortal King is not counted, then in their minds there is only the Holy Mountain of Arreat and no other gods.

"Die!" Hurtado smiled ferociously as he saw the two-handed sword slash down from the middle of Tyrell's eyebrows, his eyes full of fighting intent.

But Tyrell suffered such fatal injuries but remained indifferent. Seeing that the wound extending from the center of the eyebrow to the bottom gradually healed, it finally disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a scar. The only difference was that the faint holy light radiating from his body was slightly dimmed.

Hurtado obviously also knew that his sword could only cause so much damage to Tyrell. As soon as he landed, he jumped up again and slashed his head with his sword. In this gap, the attacks of Guerrera and other barbarians also came quietly.

Led by Gerrera, various weapons criss-crossed Tyrell's body one after another with a faint light. With each hit, the holy light emanating from Tyrael dimmed a little. Nearly thirty barbarians walked around, and he had become no different from an ordinary human being. He was taller at best, with an almost undetectable faint white light surrounding his body.

The tacit understanding between Guerrera and others is quite good. Each barbarian did not hinder his teammates. It was as if they had agreed in advance that no more than two people would hit Tyrell at the same time. When the last barbarian slashed Tyrell's body fiercely, Hurtado's attack came again.

But this time he didn't get any advantage.

Tyrell was hit one after another in mid-air, and he suddenly seemed to wake up and opened his eyes suddenly. Turning his body slightly to one side, he avoided Hurtado's two-handed sword and didn't even touch it.

"Damn it." Hurtado muttered angrily, interrupted his jumping attack, and swiftly kicked Tyrell, trying to use this to help him escape. It's a pity that he thought too much.

After Tyrell woke up, he obviously began to show his strong strength. Hurtado kicked him, and with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed Hurtado's right ankle, then picked up the giant man who was nearly two meters tall and slammed it onto the ground.

"Guerrera, help me." Although Hurtado lost his focus, he had clearly remembered the positions of his teammates beforehand. The one closest to him at this time was Guerrera.

Before he finished speaking, as Hurtado was about to fall to the ground, a storm of blades suddenly rolled in from the side. As if Hurtado had already communicated with Guerrera, he suddenly pressed his hands down, right on the surface of the giant ax that was rotating at high speed.

How powerful is the whirlwind of the barbarians. The high-speed rotating giant ax is like the saw blade of a cutting machine at this moment. If you are not careful, let alone using force, I am afraid that it will be broken down into a pile of meat paste in an instant. But Hurtado just relied on a little bit of leverage in this moment to stabilize his center of gravity and regain control. A set of perfect and standard mid-air turns of 720 degrees, and landed firmly on the ground.

Lan Wu witnessed this thrilling acrobatic scene on the hills, and all he could think of was submission. If it were another person, I'm afraid it would be a pile of minced meat by now.

At this time, Urtado seemed to know that the angel had recovered his full strength. He retreated cautiously to the back and surrounded him with Gerrera and other barbarians. As for the survivors of Sisildin, they could not take care of them. The previous outbreak was quite powerful. Sisildin and others were all seriously injured. It might take more than ten minutes for them to recover their strength.

"Damn it, how could an angel appear?" Urtado spat bloody saliva on the ground. Although he escaped a disaster with his own strength just now, he also suffered some internal injuries. Archangels are not that easy to touch.

"Gerrera, what should we do?" Uta on the other end was also helpless with this angel. The three surrounded Tyrael in a triangle, but they were helpless against the archangel Tyrael who showed his power in the original sin war.

"Attack, don't give him a chance to recover." Gerrera was worthy of being a tough guy who broke into the second floor of the Worldstone Fortress with only five barbarians. He noticed at a glance that Tyrael was absorbing the surrounding magic energy quickly. The barely detectable light of holy light on his body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Having found their backbone again, Ultado and other barbarians were completely unrestrained. In the blink of an eye, there was a whizzing sound in the air. One by one, the barbarians pounced on Tyrael in the air like fleas. Although the angel was awesome, he was also unable to avoid being hit by the fearless attacks of nearly thirty barbarians.

At this time, Lan Wu's eyes flashed with cold light, and he quickly took out the legendary sword from the space bag.