I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

Chapter 87 Fallen Angel Sword Dragon!
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Daolong, who was chanting a mantra at the back, watched this scene, and the enthusiasm in his eyes went up to a higher level. This is the power and life he wanted!How could he not be fanatical?

The sound of the spell in Daolong's mouth became more and more passionate. An ancient six-pointed star circle was outlined above the castle, and a breath from ancient times slowly appeared, heralding the horror of this magic.

The angel's gaze was no longer indifferent, and there was a trace of solemnity in the golden eyes full of traces of time, as if he did not expect that this weak wizard had such a means.

The milky white light beam in her hand gradually concentrated, and swept towards Daolong fiercely.

Gan Wencui, who was blocking the road, instantly turned into particles, and even the various magics arranged by Daolong on the castle seemed to be penetrated by this gorgeous beam of light.

The pious and passionate prayers around were getting louder, and now it felt like tens of thousands of people were shouting.

The sanctity of the angel becomes more and more dazzling.

There was no panic in Daolong's eyes, the spells in his mouth became more and more rapid, and at the moment when the sweeping white light was about to touch him, everything around him was still.

Whispers that seemed to come from the abyss were extremely evident in the believer's prayers.

At this moment, the angel's face changed completely, because the voice seemed to restrain the power of faith, and the moment the first syllable appeared, the powerful white light beam collapsed.

When the white light touched Daolong, it had all dissipated, as if it had been forcibly erased by something.

There was a smile on Daolong's face, but the paleness on his face was extremely obvious, as if this magic alone had hollowed out Daolong, who was enough to rival the archmage.

"Angels have many enemies." Daolong murmured, and the mysterious language continued to appear in his mouth.

The six-pointed star array on the top of the castle began to change, and it seemed that some characters were being quickly constructed.

The angel didn't sit still, she lowered her body and gathered white light in her hands, flapping her huge wings, and rushed towards Daolong.

And Daolong still looks like he has the chance to win. This is his old lair. As a nearly hundred-year-old black energy wizard, he is at his strongest state when he is at his home court.

Half of the magic that was separated from the surrounding darkness shrank, forming a cage in an instant, trapping the angel flying in mid-air.

boom!
The six-pointed star array on the roof of the castle hummed, and a pair of angel wings were outlined in the center of the pattern.

An evil wave flashed in an instant, and the temporarily blocked angel seemed to have encountered some kind of restraint, and the sacred body was instantly dyed black.

Immediately afterwards, the golden eyes gradually dimmed, and a strange scarlet was looming, as if they were being eroded.

Daolong stopped chanting, his pale face was morbidly excited, and he murmured in a low voice: "Angel's life is a fallen angel. It is indeed the magic left by ancient wizards, hehehe."

The black in the angel's eyes was gradually replaced by scarlet, and Daolong also quickly walked in front of the angel.

boom!
After another loud roar, Daolong's figure trembled, and he slowly floated up.

"What is this?" The angel uttered a voice for the first time. The voice was ethereal and sacred, as if it was the voice of holiness itself.

Daolong didn't speak but just smiled strangely, his back was facing upwards and his limbs drooped weakly and slowly rose.

The angels began to panic, and he tried to struggle, but this magic seemed to be specially aimed at their angels, no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless.

The moment Daolong's back touched the pattern of wings on the top of the castle, an ancient and powerful aura gradually rose.

The black qi that seemed to be rotting at first became chaotic again at this moment, and the righteous qi that was driving mad became more and more violent.

It's just that the next moment, the righteousness was withdrawn from the angel and disappeared in the castle, as if he had given up on the angel.

And at this moment, the holy angel's beautiful wings were directly broken off, and the originally gentle face was rendered with a trace of ashes, as if it had been drained of vitality.

Daolong's face gradually became rosy, and as the angel's broken wings disappeared into nothingness, a pair of pure black wings slowly grew out of Daolong's back.

The supple but evil black feather reveals Daolong's plan, and uses the stimulation of righteousness to seize the power of the angel!He succeeded!
A black wizard's robe condensed in the void, and the door to the front had been opened by Daolong.

Daolong looked up and watched the wizard's Taoist robe slowly fall, his eyes were fanatical, this is what he pursued, constantly improving, and constantly exploring the end of the wizard!
When the Taoist robe replaced his original wizard robe, Daolong officially stepped into the archmage!

boom!
It seemed to be the celebration of the black air, and it also seemed to be a helpless sigh. The sense of urgency in the hearts of all righteous creatures became stronger and stronger.

Daolong flapped his wings slowly, still showing the sinister appearance of a middle-aged man, coupled with the pure black wings flapping behind his back, there was an indescribable evil.

"Is this power?" Daolong murmured, he raised his hands and shook them slightly, feeling the vigorous vitality in his body, he couldn't help smiling.

"Hehe. Hahahaha"

After decades of not being able to advance an inch, he finally broke through and gained a huge vitality. The joy of all this made him bend over with a smile.

He was thinking about his whole life, and it seemed that he was focusing on the joy of this moment.

After the disappearance of the eight great demons, human beings are no longer purely wizards, and the way of wizards has also been studied by humans.

Human wizards have been pursuing immortality since ancient times. They may be afraid of death, or they want to keep studying.

But I have to say that they have left behind a lot of crazy and excellent spells that can even be called taboo.

For example, Daolong obtained the inheritance of ancient wizards, which recorded the method of taking the lives of other long-lived species.

This method of polluting angels and obtaining angel blood is one of them, and it is also the origin of fallen angels in myths and legends.

Transcendence is inherently cruel, and if you want to live forever, you must constantly fight, at least that's the case for the dark wizard.

Daolon had laughed enough, and straightened up, looking at Guisi's dying human body, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

This is an experimental product, and he can live until now just for this moment, and it is not in vain for Daolong to prepare for so long.

Daolong raised one hand, and the black light gradually gathered. Under the instant magic power and depraved faith, Guisi's body gradually disintegrated, turning into dust and disappearing in the castle.

He felt the power at this moment, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. With a flap of two-meter-long wings, he came to his original wizard throne in an instant.

Reaching out to pick up the cup of life behind the seat, he looked at the patterns on it, stretched out his hand, and threw the thing into the space created by the wizard.

Maybe it won't be used in the future?

(End of this chapter)