After Becoming The Tyrant

The sword in the white-robed angel's hand was made of silver, with a long golden thread in the middle, and densely packed holy patterns forged during the forging faintly distributed on the sword body.When the sword was awakened by the white-robed monk, those holy patterns erupted with radiant brilliance, as if there were ancient hymns in the air being chanted by a whole choir, and the majestic and majestic majesty filled the entire space, driving away all Dirty and unclean.

As the Blessed One, this isn't the first time the White-cloaked Friar has dealt with dark creatures, but it's definitely the most dangerous.

When the devil, lurking in the shadows behind the king, looked up at him, he felt a chill that he hadn't felt in a long time—he had rarely felt this way since he resonated with the angel.

Don't touch other people's treasures...

When the devil whispered these words softly, what the white-robed monk felt was the endless viscous malice pressing down from all sides.What kind of existence can make him feel more pressure just because of maliciousness?

No wonder when the teacher mentioned the ancient devils, he always described them in the most serious way, but they are all the disasters in the world—the only ones who dance with them are the fallen!

The white-robed monk didn't hesitate anymore. After he grasped the long silver sword, he thrust it down heavily, and the long sword sank into the table.The lightning-like silver light passed by, heading towards the king—he could see that just as he could be transformed into an angel for a short time, the devil in front of him could stay in the human world because there was some kind of contract between him and the king.As long as the king of one party to the contract is killed, the devil will be banished back to hell.

The devil leaned over the back of the chair and hugged the king, and he led the king back a long distance.

The lightning-like silver light stopped very close to the king, and the devil's dark pupils printed trails of silver light, forcibly stopping it in mid-air.

"Expel!"

The voice without emotion echoed in the main tent, and this place has become a battlefield.

The map with many marks was floating in the air, but it was not completely burned by the flames just now.On the paper, all the patterns of swords and swords used as marks showed a dark red burnt by fire.At this time, those crossed swords flew up from the map one after another, circling and roaring towards the white-robed monk at the other end of the long table.When those swords came towards him, the white-robed monk heard indistinct cries.

It was countless overlapping cries.

Men's and women's, old people's and children's... It's like all the people who died because of innocent disasters gathered together and let out a mournful cry, with so much unwillingness and so much anger wrapped in their voices.At that moment, the white-robed monks saw battlefields unfold one after another. The battlefields were covered with scorched earth, bones and corpses, and the words of the king were still ringing in their ears—that was their sin, and they were bringing slaughter to those devout believers .

The shaking only appeared for a short moment, the flames in the eyes of the white-robed cultivator beat silently once, and he soon came to his senses.

The moment he woke up, he held the long silver sword across his chest and stepped back at the same time.

There was a tooth-stinging collision sound.

The silver long sword in the hands of the white-robed monk collided with the keel long sword in the hands of the devil.

When the white-robed monk was dazzled by the phantom of the sword on the cloth of the world, the devil drew back and attacked.At the same time, the sacred flames on the ground swirled towards the king, but they were blocked - a group of black slender butterflies hovered beside the king, and when those butterflies flew up, they formed an insurmountable barrier. They were constantly burned to death by the holy fire, but new black butterflies kept flying out of the bone ring worn on the king's finger.

It seems to be a magnificent show of light and shadow.

The entire middle tent became a stage, the swords in the hands of the devil and the monk kept colliding, sparks burst out.In the extremely bright holy flame, countless black butterflies danced lightly, the light and darkness of the world are sticking together, and the king of the human world sits silently in the middle of light and darkness.

The white-robed cultivator retreated lightly, and the long robe on his body was blown away by the strong air current, as if the wings were unfolding.

It is true that a pair of dazzling wings emerged behind the white-robed monk—the shadow of an angel once again appeared on the white-robed monk, and the gender-neutral feeling on his face became more and more intense, and his pupils It becomes more and more clear, reflecting the reflection of the whole world as clearly as a mirror.

The sword in the white-robed monk's hand melted down little by little, turning into dazzling light and melting into his body.

The Holy Spirit revived in his body bit by bit.

The moment the wings emerged, the king, who was watching the battle, raised his hand, and the bone ring tightly clasped on his finger became extremely hot at this moment.The thick black mist surged out in an instant, and the formations on the ground disappeared completely, leaving only the black Fiendfire that ignited out of thin air.A gate of hell rises slowly, and the vortex inside the gate of hell is slowly turning.

——The magic circle on the ground is also just a disguise!

What the king and the devil really want to do is turn the battlefield into hell!

Only in hell can an angel officially fall, and he will never be able to recover and return to the kingdom of God.

The white-robed friar was at a special time when the angel was waking up. He was aware of this, but he was powerless.The black fiery fire surged up, and the devil turned around in mid-air, forcing him to retreat with the keel sword.And at the moment he retreated, the black fire engulfed him, and the vortex burst into a dark red light.In an instant, there was nothing left in the main tent.

The king, the devil, and the white-robed monk all disappeared into the main tent.

………………

hell.

The devil holds the sleeping king in his arms, which is different from the first time he took the king into hell with his soul.This time the king entered hell directly with his body. Although he was protected by the bone ring of authority worn on the king's finger, the difference between mortals and hell and the pressure of crossing the gate of hell made the king fall into a deep sleep.

If the king were awake, he would find that the sky in hell was darker than when he was last here.

Large swaths of sulfur fire rained down from the sky, and something terrifying was brewing in the blood-colored sky.The long river of dead souls on the ground was flowing faster than before, and the long and stern wind in the wilderness began to blow chillingly.

At this time, there is an extra incompatible visitor in hell.

The white-robed monk had completely transformed into an angel.

The snow-white wings spread out in mid-air, and the rain of sulfur and fire dripping from the sky disappeared completely the moment it approached the angel.The angel opened his eyes, and he was facing the devil far away.

The devil whistled.

The long-awaited nightmare carriage rose from the lake of fire and brimstone closest to him, and quickly rushed to the devil.The four skulls on the carriage rattled their teeth up and down.The devil placed the sleeping king in the carriage, and a crow circled from not far away and landed on the carriage.

The angel looked down at the devil without any movement.

"What a delight."

The corners of the devil's lips curled up, revealing a mask-like smile. The keel sword in his hand disappeared at some point, replaced by a white bone scepter.He held the top of the scepter, and the sharp point of the scepter pointed at the scorched ground, and the wind blew up his black dress.

"The first drop of blood is an acquaintance."

Saint Val.

On that night 1000 years ago, St. Val was pierced through the chest by the bone scepter and nailed to the ground. His blood stained the silver holy emblem red.And today, 1000 years later, the first angel to be dragged down to hell was Saint Val, who was summoned back to the Kingdom of God to be resurrected and became an angel.

See, sometimes fate is such a trick.

The angel looked indifferently at the smiling devil.

He spread his wings and flapped them gently.

The next moment, he directly darted towards the devil.

The devil greeted him joyfully holding the bone scepter, and his clothes trailed like a faint mist.The scene thousands of years ago seems to be replaying again, but this time the fight will become more thorough, more... endless.

Black butterflies hovered around the devil and turned into dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun, and the angels in the clouds were surrounded by sharp wailing.

All hell seemed to be cheering.

A whole hell seems to be expected.

Expect that drop of blood of the Holy Spirit to fall.

The clouds formed by the black butterflies are dancing like a dragon. On the head of the dragon, the devil holds the authority to decide death.

"It's you……"

The angel finally uttered the first sentence, a gleam of human brilliance appeared in his pupils, it was a memory.After a thousand years of light and shadow, the memory of the pure white Saint Val is revived.

"The ones that should be destroyed..."

The angel's words were not complete, and the torrent formed by the black butterfly roared and swept him.He had to close his wings, and the diamond-like brilliance on the snow-white wings burst out, tearing apart the dark cloud of butterflies.At the moment when the butterflies were torn apart, the devil rushed towards him with a bone scepter in his hand, and the tail of his clothes made a "stabbing" sound due to the rapid airflow, as if the light of thunder and lightning was swimming on his clothes. .

"Shh."

There was a mask-like smile on the devil's face, and the scepter was like a sharp sword in his hand, cutting out a twisted arc in midair.

"The time has not come yet."

The angel's words were interrupted, and the first round of collision between the two sides erupted in an instant. The strong wind rolled up in the air, and the rain of sulfur and fire falling from the sky was swept away obliquely in this storm.The angel pulled out his fiery sword, and the armor quickly wrapped his body. The scepter in the devil's hand hit the armor engraved with ancient patterns firmly, making a piercing sound.

Angel raises sword.

"Judgment."

he snapped.