Diablo Destruction

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The crimson demon-breaker thrown by Eval happened to land at the feet of the angel captain, helping him lift the ice seal.

Well done, Ava!

Discovering that he not only passed a good ball, but also used superb illusions to hold the opponent back, the Angel Captain cheered hard in his heart, and swished twice with the Crimson Demon Breaker, helping the other two angels who were frozen into ice sculptures beside him. Thawed.

The remaining three angels, plus the resurgent speed angel Gakana, the four angels started acting inconsistently. The actions of Gakana and Eval inspired the remaining angels and gave them naive illusions. , maybe, maybe if we continue to use this relay method and rely on the power of Crimson Demon Breaker, we can keep the quasi-four-winged angel busy, and finally reach Angelil smoothly, desecrating this pair of existences. The mother and daughter of Angel Discipline were completely obliterated.

For discipline! For glory!

Roaring wildly in his heart, seeing Angelil and her daughter already approaching, the Angel Captain kept thinking silently in his heart, Eval, if we delay a little longer, if we delay a little longer, our chances of winning will be much better!

At this moment, when everyone was holding their breath, going all out, even squeezing out the energy to speak and take action, making the critical battlefield become extremely silent, suddenly. There was a "hissing" sound, as if the strip of cloth was torn apart from the middle with force, and it resounded very clearly throughout the entire demon-sealing realm.

That sound of ripping rags. It contains a kind of tenacity that adheres to flesh and blood, with a kind of chilling silence, and is eerie. After a little analysis, the brain can draw a very clear conclusion. This is not the sound of cloth being torn, but...and It was the sound of some kind of flesh and blood being torn apart.

The brain concludes that this is scary. After reaching the conclusion with goosebumps all over their bodies, even the four angels who were determined to complete the mission couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. Knowing that they couldn't look back, they still stopped involuntarily, turned around tremblingly, and looked at It's a nightmare scene.

Their comrades for many years. The companion who has a deep bond like a biological brother and sister, the illusion angel Eval, was penetrated by a girl's slender white jade-like hands, and a big hole was opened in her chest, and then. These palms pierced the chest, and the back of the hand was torn outwards, like tearing strips of cloth, tearing Eval in half from the middle.

Blood was flying all over the sky, like a bright red glass rose shattering and scattering. Aiwaer's face was torn in half, and there was still a hint of shock and disbelief. The white wings, one on each side, were still flapping gently, as if at this moment, they had not yet realized that they were dead and how cruelly they had been tortured.

The fountain-like blood bloomed in the air like a poignant firework. With the huge force of tearing, it splashed hundreds of kilometers away like arrows. A few drops of it splashed the farthest and even fell on the other four. The angel's companion had a blank look on his face.

White brains and fresh internal organs that were still squirming were scattered in all directions, and along with the body that was torn into two pieces, they fell from the air to the ground with a bang, like withered grass and decayed catkins.

One of the angels subconsciously wiped the blood on his face, opened his mouth wide, his pupils dilated violently, and made a hoarse, high-pitched intermittent trembling sound from his throat, just like a scream when someone strangled his throat.

Looking blankly at the two bodies on the ground, the angels' minds were still in a state of confusion. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. They tried desperately to tell themselves that this was just a dream or the enemy's illusion, because even if they were fighting against the devil from hell, They fought fiercely, and they had never seen such a cruel and merciless killing method.

However, the warm blood splashing on the face shattered the illusions of these angels. Evair was dead, torn in half and brutally killed.

"Aivar!!!" The four angels finally woke up from the disbelief, and let out a roar that cracked their lungs. They completed the mission with the intention of death. It was good, but absolutely They are not allowed to be tortured and desecrated by the enemy in this way. At this moment, the enemy in front of them occupies the highest priority in their brains, and even Angelil and her daughter can put it aside.

"I'll kill you devil!!!"

Speed ​​Angel Jakana and the other two angels roared madly, and were about to rush forward desperately. At this time, this extremely holy girl, who exuded the color of bright moonlight, had become worse than a devil in their eyes. Be cruel and evil.

"Stop!" The angel captain's eyes were red, and a string of bloody tears flowed from his eyes. The hand holding the crimson demon was scratched by nails, and it was bleeding gurglingly.

"The mission is important." He looked at the other three angels with blood-red eyes and said the heaviest words in his life.

Seeing the captain's miserable look, the three angels were stunned for a moment. They sobered up a little. They gritted their teeth and shed angry tears. They turned around and rushed towards Angelil and her daughter, roaring, as if they had poured out the anger in their hearts. , the hatred was transferred to the mother and daughter.

Kill them, and then kill that demon to avenge Eval! This is the only thought in their minds.

"Really, I didn't expect this hatred. I thought I had forgotten it. It turned out that it was just buried too deep. The old drunkard is right. I am indeed a very grudge-bearing person."

While the angel was moving, the girl's faint voice came from behind. It was crisp, holy, and beautiful, but it revealed a kind of hollow and emotionless cold terror. Even the angel whose heart was filled with anger, after hearing the voice, He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and the corner of his eye subconsciously turned behind him.

Under the moon that was dyed blood red at some point, the moon girl in a white robe floated in the air like mist and a dream. Most of the solemn and sacred white robe was dyed red by the splashing blood, and some could be found on it. Broken flesh and guts.

The pair of hands were still dripping with thick blood, like slender palms soaked in a red dye vat. He was lifted to his chin, his head lowered. He stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his hand gently. It seemed that what was stuck on the back of his hand was not thick scarlet blood, but brown sugar water.

Under the glow of the blood-red moonlight, this scene was deeply engraved in the hearts of angels. Even if they were full of hatred for the other party and wanted to kill them quickly, these angels had to admit it. The scene I saw out of the corner of my eye, purity and blood intertwined, sacred and evil dancing together, the poignancy, the coquettishness, was like a huge whirlpool, sucking people's eyes and souls into it.

He looked back hard. These angels suddenly discovered that at some point, their legs had been covered with a layer of frost, connected to the ground, and they could no longer take a step forward, and. The frost continued to spread from their legs.

"Damn it, Crimson Demon Breaker, break it for me!!!" The Angel Captain shouted, and the sacred long sword that was like magma in his hand stabbed at his feet, and the ice shattered in response.

But before he could take the opportunity to take a step forward. A layer of frost quietly connected his feet to the ground, even if there was a crimson demon. It is also impossible to remove this rapid freezing power.

Just as the angels were busy dealing with the frost under their feet, the creepy, clear and sweet voice behind them sounded again.

The girl under the moon looked at the two horrific corpses on the ground with her eyes that filled her eyes, as if she were an outsider and had nothing to do with her.

"After I kill Belial, remember to ask for this favor from it in the abyss of hell, and say that I once helped you share a trace of your anger, even though it was only a trace."

After saying that, his eyes moved away, no longer looking at the corpse on the ground, but instead fell on the four struggling angels.

Feeling the terrifying gaze, a chill ran down their backs. The bodies of the four angels couldn't help but tremble violently. Even if they gritted their teeth and endured, they couldn't stop the instinctive fear like a frog being stared at by a snake.

"The strength of the angels is indeed strong, and Tyrell's power is unparalleled in the world. I admit this. In comparison, both the current alliance and myself seem extremely small, but..."

With every word spoken, the frost spreading under the feet spreads upward. Except for the angel captain who constantly uses crimson magic to break the frost, the frost under the feet of the other three angels has spread to their waists, making it difficult to even twist their waists. arrive.

"But, I really want to ask, why, on what basis, those [adults] behind you think that just a few of you little two-winged angels can get whatever you want and kill wantonly from my hands. Is it because you have never taken our alliance seriously? Or is it because you think I dare not do anything to you? Now, tell me the answer."

The Angel Captain struggled with all his strength. He was already in despair, but suddenly found that the other party seemed to have entered nonsense mode, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could take advantage of the other party's moment of negligence to complete the task.

Isn’t there a saying that the boss dies from talking too much?

"Now, tell me, is it because you look down on the alliance, or because you look down on me?"

"Aren't you going to answer? Or are you saying you don't know?"

"Can't anyone tell me the answer?"

Question after question caused cold sweat to break out on the foreheads of the angels, because they felt that the cold murderous intention emanating from the other party was getting stronger and stronger. The other three angels, the frost had spread to their necks, and now even They could no longer turn their heads, and could only watch helplessly as the frost continued to climb up, gradually eating away the last part of their heads.

"Forget it, how can you, small characters, possibly know the answer? I think too much."

The other party finally gave up questioning, and the cold murderous aura seemed to pause for a moment, which gave the other angels some hope. But at this moment, a strong and violent aura suddenly overflowed, filling the entire exorcism field, even the angel captain's hand. The artifact was crimson and destroyed the demon, and its light dimmed a bit.

"Since no one tells me the answer, then let me tell you, in a way that is engraved on death, and tell those angels [adults] above."

"The power of Saint Moon Wolf seems a little too kind." He murmured softly. Suddenly, the pressure in the air was greatly reduced, and even the pervasive freezing power disappeared. The frost that covered his chin was unexpectedly It began to recede and disappear like a tide.

After the angel captain broke the ice on his body, there was no longer any freezing force to freeze him, and he could finally move freely.

what happened?

He couldn't help but look back. It was discovered that the other party had disappeared. Instead, the druid from the beginning stood in the same position.

At this time, no matter how rigid the angel's mind is, they can still think that the girl shrouded in the holy moonlight is the druid in front of them, but they have no time to be surprised.

Now is the only chance! ! !

The angel captain let out an excited and trembling growl. He didn't even bother to unblock his companions from the ice, and rushed towards Angelil and his daughter with the Crimson Demon Breaker in hand.

Although I don't know what happened to the other party, the opportunity, the opportunity I have been waiting for finally came, and my persistence has not been in vain!

"Are these your last words before you die?" A light male voice fell into his ears, the sound reaching the end. It turned hoarse and weird, like a mechanical beast.

But at this moment, a silent beast's arm suddenly appeared in front of the angel captain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing is there!" He raised the magic weapon in his hand and chopped it down with all his strength. The physical lethality is also top-notch, and even comes with a certain probability of direct destruction and killing. He wants to cut off this sudden arm and cut down everything that blocks him.

"Who! No! Can! Stop! Stop! I————"

The voice stopped in astonishment, and the crimson demon slashed at the arm that looked like a bear's paw. It only penetrated half a point and could not move any further. The artifact that the Angel Clan is proud of cannot even cut off an arm.

"I heard that the limit of suppression in the field of exorcism is the peak strength of the world's power, right? If that's the case..." The hoarse voice that gradually transformed into a beast, making people tremble, sounded again.

The angel captain turned his head tremblingly and looked along the bear arm that appeared on the horizontal railing. The owner of the arm turned out to be the druid. One of his hands turned into a bear paw to block him.

"How... how is it possible?" Apart from the Saint Moon Wolf Transformation accident, the Angel Captain knew all the information about the druid in front of him. Of course he knew how terrifying the other party's bear-man transformation was. It was almost unmatched. the power of.

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