Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

Probably no one would have thought that such an elegant and holy angel would actually adopt such a simple and direct attack method...

Even the angel himself didn't think about it. Seeing that the evil god didn't move after a few hits, he flew back to the sky again, threw the light circles in his hand, let them float back to the back of his head, and then faced himself in his head again. wings said:

"Can we have a more domineering and lethal move? Don't act like a shrew hoeing the ground, okay?"

"Hey……"

His wings gave a simple answer.

"No... We can't kill him like this, and he hasn't been hurt much."

"Um……"

"Can you express a little more complicated meaning?"

"Rorschach, I like..."

"Now is not the time to say such things! Think of a way! This is my precious first experience, you have to be responsible! Guide me well!"

"arms……"

Just as the angel was communicating with himself, the evil god below seemed to wake up from a dream, twisting his limbs, turning into a beast-like posture on all fours, and then raised his upper body from the ground.

Turning his neck around again, he raised his head to look at the angel again, and let out a low-pitched raving from his wide open mouth:

"I know you……"

"Avia's beloved Rorschach, Orville's sword and hound, the first and last saints."

"Why do you want to be my enemy?"

What He said is simply beyond human comprehension, let alone dare to listen.

But the angel in mid-air heard it and understood it.

Just no answer.

Fortunately, this evil god has learned to ask and answer by himself during the long [time]:

"Non-meaning question..."

"Fall down!"

After all, the huge vertical mouth suddenly opened wide, and a huge eyeball gushed out from inside. The arm-shaped tentacles were like blood vessels and nerves, covering the surface, wriggling non-stop.

This huge one-eyed stared coldly at the angel in mid-air.

Wherever he looked, space and time were completely stagnant, and even the stars in the distance stopped flickering and fell silent instantly.

The angel's wings are no longer shining and dancing, completely frozen into a painting, like a helpless lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In the next second, his figure disappeared, as if it had been erased.

But in the next second, the angel appeared in front of the evil god, waved his fist, and smashed hard on the exposed eyeball.

This punch may be a little heavy...

The nearby hills collapsed with a violent vibration, and large cracks appeared on the ground, extending crazily towards the surroundings.

The evil god's limbs also twitched, and clear blood vessels protruded from the surface of the pale skin. It seems that they must have been beaten very painfully?

But he didn't give the angel another chance to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, a piece of nothingness and chaos emerged below him, and his huge figure sank into it instantly.

Then, in the sky that was already hard to discern with the naked eye, His figure reappeared, the huge mouth on the head opened to the limit, like a split flower petal, revealing the one-eye that was only half left inside.

The black and majestic evil power spewed out from his mouth, like a waterfall falling from the sky, washing on the ground, trying to completely submerge the angels below and the oracle city behind him.

Angel could have easily avoided it.

But he didn't.

Because he exists to protect the innocent.

The angel flew high, folded its wings, and wrapped itself around itself, like a shield, actively facing the pitch-black evil force that slanted down, blocking it all.

Undertaker: Chapter 216 214. The magical technique just now, isn't it handsome?

Using its wings as a shield, the angel went upstream in this pitch-black waterfall. While blocking all the evil forces, it also rushed in front of the evil god.

But just as he was about to fight back with his fist, the evil god escaped again with the help of nothingness and chaos, hid in a farther direction, and opened his huge mouth again.

This time, he aimed directly at the city of oracle.

Although there was only a short time to fight, he had already found the weakness of this angel.

As for an evil god-level existence like him, even if he doesn't have authority, he doesn't need other fancy attack methods. Simply pouring out his power like this can destroy everything in this world.

Xeon's power often only requires the simplest way to use it.

The only thing that can resist in this world is that angel.

But angels are just angels.

To withstand the first attack, His wings have become dim and broken.

It only needs to come again, and even he can be submerged in this evil power that destroys everything.

And the angel could also realize that it would be very difficult to do the forcible resistance just now...

The duel between high-level forces will not be particularly long, and often only one or two real confrontations are needed to determine the winner.

So He needs a weapon, a weapon that only angels can wield.

So He stretched out his left hand, as if to find the weapon in the air.

Then, he felt a long wooden handle in his hand.

Decayed and dilapidated, with a rusty blade barely hanging from the top, it was a huge long-handled sickle.

It should have been inserted quietly at the gate of the north city of the Oracle City, and no one would know about it.

But at this moment, it appeared in the hands of an angel.

For humans, this weapon may not be suitable, it is more suitable for Two-dimensional beautiful girls.

Holding it with his left hand, the angel is a little overwhelmed.

But for angels, it was just right.

So he threw the sickle to his right hand.

While catching the sickle with his right hand, he spun and waved it, drawing a few dark traces in the air, spreading a little breath of death.

With his free left hand, he wore a gauntlet and snapped his fingers.

The wooden handle of the sickle was no longer decayed and fragile, but became strong again; the blade was no longer rusted and damaged, and became sharp and shiny again.

At this time, the evil god's attack also just spewed out.

The angel's figure disappeared in place, and then appeared opposite the evil force, facing the surging force.

If it is hit by this force again, even the angel who bears the grace of God and carries [Hope] and [Salvation] will fall.

But He calmly held the wooden handle of the sickle with both hands, raised it high, and slashed down at the dark evil force that had already rushed in front of him.

In the next second, the gushing of evil power stopped abruptly and disappeared without a trace.

The figure of the angel holding a sickle still stands proudly in the air.

The evil god in the distance looked at this scene, still opened his mouth, and let out a puzzled murmur:

"die?"

Eternal [death], even the power of evil gods cannot escape.

"Why, would it be [Death]?"

The evil god Edectitan recalled a long-lost feeling, a feeling he would only experience when he was only an heir.

feeling of fear.

He made a decision almost without thinking, looking around with damaged eyeballs, and quickly stopped the time around him, weaving a barrier to protect himself.

He thinks that he has to go back to [time], and then find the answer to the question from the long river of time.

But he saw that the angel had already put the brand new and bright sickle across his chest, and his left hand was slowly rubbing the blade, as if tasting the sharpness of it.

Then He spoke for the first time and said:

"Your existence is a crime."

"Verdict: Guilty!"

At the same time as he pronounced the sentence, the bell of dawn rang in the direction of the oracle city on time.

The sky was actually already bright, but under the deterrence of the evil god, the morning sun could not penetrate the dark clouds in the sky.

Until the angel snapped his fingers.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning broke through the thick black clouds and landed on the evil god.

Amidst the rays of light, a noble and gigantic figure emerged. The whole body was made of golden rays of light. He was dressed in armor and had wings on his back. Some of them were faintly visible.

But it is so stalwart that it seems to be able to fill the whole world, holy and noble.

The evil god's body several hundred meters in front of him seems to be just a humble ant.

Then, the figure raised the sickle in its hand, and with irresistible power, it slashed at the evil god's head.

The evil god's eyes twirled wildly, and the tentacles all over his body waved wildly, trying to stop time and avoid the blade that represented [death].

But at this moment, [time] is no longer on His side.

The sickle drew a simple arc in the air without hindrance.

At this moment, the evil god's eyes and tentacles calmed down.

Then, His curious and ugly body began to turn into pieces of fine mosaics, scattered in the air, and then disappeared with the wind.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the brighter and brighter sunshine sprinkled on the earth, bringing a dazzling holiness and brilliance.

In the city of oracles, the emptiness and chaos descending from the evil gods, and the raging and killing monsters are like snow under the sun, melting away without a trace.

Order has returned, chaos has dissipated, hymns are flying, and redemption has arrived.

The people who knelt and worshiped on the ground did not cheer or celebrate, but just lay down on the ground slowly with relief and relief on their faces, and closed their eyes peacefully.

It's not death, but just a well-deserved sleep, to eliminate the fear and pain of last night, and fade away the suffering caused by the coming of evil gods.

The whole city fell into a peaceful dreamland this morning.

This is a necessary ritual, even the angel of salvation himself is no exception.

He slowly landed on the ground, and his figure began to shrink rapidly. The armor on his body turned into specks of light dust, which scattered, revealing the figures of Rorschach and Karanna.

Karanna still hugged his waist tightly from behind and never let go.

"I'm so tired, I need to sleep..."

Rorschach muttered in a low voice, and lay down on the ground regardless.

Only then did Karanna let go of her hand, wrapped around his waist again, floated in front of him, curled up into his arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, as if she was snuggling in the arms of a lover.

Before falling asleep, Luo Xia showed a faint smile again, and asked in that tone of bragging with his girlfriend:

"That magical technique just now, isn't it handsome?"

Karanna squinted her eyes slightly, and rubbed her cheek against his chest like a kitten, as an answer.

"So, I have to give it a cool name..."

"Just call it, [Funeral] Alright..."

The Undertaker: Chapter 217 215. Review

When the entire city of oracle fell into a peaceful sleep, a very special airship was floating above the central mountain range.

Its size is not too big, far inferior to the five sky-fortress-like battle airships surrounding it, but its appearance is very unique. The pod below is actually made into a church. Divide the feeling of the floating church in Rorschach's imagination.

It's just a low profile youth version...

But inside, it is really decorated in the usual style of a Northland church, simple, low-key, serious and holy, without the ostentatious aesthetics of nouveau riche, but it is also luxurious.

Cilarrael, wearing a crown and fine clothes, covered her beautiful face with a mask, and was kneeling by an open porthole, facing the direction where the previous angel disappeared last, praying in a low voice.