The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The flaming wings are blazing on the back, a tall two-handed giant sword is also lit by the holy flame, and there is a faint halo behind it. Such an image can be thrown on the statue

He is more than four meters tall, but he doesn't look bloated. He is well-built. His huge body is covered in golden armor. His solemn face is full of dignity and justice. evil abomination.

But this is definitely not a ceremonial army. The giant sword, the giant bow on the back, and the tower shield are not decorations. This rare creature stands at the top of the biological chain in long-range and melee combat. The six-winged battle angel is a mobile battle fortress.

The God Envoy of Burning Heaven, who ranks second in the upper rank, has the jurisdiction to judge and sanction. As far as I know, there are no more than a hundred of them in the whole world, and they are all raised by various gods as honor guards.

Does the image look familiar? Or to put it in a more popular way, Seraph, the number one gold medalist below the gods.

"Your Highness Roland, Lord Karoma looks forward to meeting you, please come with me."

It wasn't the devil's pursuers who came to the door, but the angel battle group of the Church of the Holy Church.

The rich and deep voice resonated, it was the holy voice naturally carried by high-level angels, and the weak-willed could not resist his natural charm.

Of course, Seraph didn't expect me to be moved by words at this time.

Although the words are invitations, there seems to be doubt and respect in the tone, as if it is natural for you to follow my orders.

"You invited me in this way?"

The one who came to the door was not a single seraphim. There were eleven four-winged mid-level angels floating in the sky, some of them were holding bows and arrows, and some were holding scepters, forming a vague encirclement.

Dragons use body shape to mark their own strength, but angels' ranks are marked by wings, the lower angels with two wings, the middle angels with four wings, and the upper angels with special wings.

The angel legion that entered the mortal world before. They are all the lowest-level angels, and their individual strength is also above the golden level.

But the middle angel with four wings is at least above the holy rank, and it is also possible to be a demigod transcendent.

As for the upper angel. Born with the fighting power of a transcendent, the top ones are strong enough to challenge the gods. They are a powerful race that can really play a role in the battle of gods.

Seraphim is also famous among the high-ranking angels for being able to fight, and each of the rare Burning Heaven God Servant has his own name.

"Jinault? Vinton?"

"My name is Wenton. The hammer of my lord's right arm."

The rhythm of the speech was like a pious prayer, and the voice naturally carried the holy voice, but I couldn't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation from it.

Vinton Angola, Hammer of Brilliance, is the envoy directly under the Lord of Light.

Obviously, this is not a kind invitation. Could it be that Prince Winston and the Pope can end the civil war because they surrendered the "real murderer" who killed Maria at this time.

No, in the Holy Light hierarchy, the Hammer of Glory should still be above the Pope. Is this the Lord of the Holy Light finally losing his patience? I intend to take this opportunity to get rid of me as soon as possible.

The circle of angels tightened a little. Although the distance of a few steps is meaningless to us, they are emphasizing their existence with actions. As long as I have the intention of fleeing, I will attack immediately.

"...Oops, I have something urgent to do next time..."

Halfway through the speech, the spear of light that suddenly appeared at the feet explained the attitude of the angel.

It seems that there is no way to be kind, but I smiled happily instead.

This is not a forced smile or a trick, but a joy from the bottom of my heart, finally. Finally I got the chance.

"You know? What do I hate most in this world?"

"It's not good to hate such negative feelings. As a Holy Light user, you should learn to control your emotions."

It was still a flat tone, but it seemed like a lecturer telling the truth. That's how emotionless angels look down on mortals. In their culture, emotions are superfluous.

"...I, the first thing I hate is fools who think they are superior to others. What I like most is to smash their nose bridges that are too high. The second thing I hate is idiots who have no self-assessment and only know how to follow blindly. Fraudulently playing with them will make me lose my temper I feel happy from the bottom of my heart, and the third thing I hate is all kinds of bird people, I feel itchy all over when I see them, you have all three, it is really rare to see..."

There is not much emotion in my words. The deepest hatred does not need to be shouted out. It is to remember him, find an opportunity, and then kill him.

On the plain of Oran, the Angel Legion slaughtered the devout believers of the true Holy Light. Estrada's followers were crushed by the Angel Legion, and Estrada also died there.

It is ridiculous and sad that the paladins and priests who believed in the Holy Light died at the hands of the angelic legion sent by the Lord of the Holy Light, the object of their belief.

Yes, I know that the angels are just the tools of the Lord of Light, they are killing dolls without self, but if this is the case, I will use these dolls to get a little interest first.

Since a sword with a soul is driven by its master to kill on its own, then it is not wrong to break the sword.

The magic field of death spread out, the magic power of darkness spread, and the incarnation of the original sin demon god who had been useless for a long time was unfolded.

The power of holy light is almost beneficial to angels, the power of half-baked ice has limited damage to them, and the power of law is simply powerless against innocent people.

The skin became distorted, and the scales and magic wings were symbols of demons. The next moment, the angelic army, which had received the "order to kill if they can't be captured", launched an attack without hesitation.

I laughed, and the shadow of death began its own dance.

"...Desperate, Seven Evil Swords of Creation."

From my shadow, gradually emerged are countless howling black shadows, which are desperate souls collected from the demon tide.

The black shadow turned into a living human form, and a hole was opened in the whole world, from which a black human form like black mud gushed out.

Perhaps the degree of completion of this magic sword is the lowest, but it is definitely the most lethal, especially various gods and celestial creatures.

If the imaginary enemies of the Holy Sword Dawn are demons and undead, then the natural enemies of the Seven Evil Swords of Creation are the gods of order and angels.

The soul is always the subject of my death magic, and emotion is the key to unlock the secret of the soul.

The entire sky was polluted, the white clouds turned into dark clouds, the breeze took on a stench, the fertile land was instantly blackened and rotted, and the ordinary land became a plane of death.

And this is just the aftermath of the concept of this magic sword being taken out.

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