The smell of smoke and dust spreads, slowly blocking the mouth and nose.
Yi Cha pulled out the Yin Iron Scimitar with his backhand and used all his strength to block the flying rain of blood.
A dull sound like chopping wood.
The scimitar split open the tip of the cone of repulsion and destruction, clearing the way.
This went so smoothly - so Yi Cha quickly stepped back without any pause - and sure enough, the tip of the scarlet spear came together again like a stream of water, poking at the position where he had just been.
He didn't have time to be thankful that he had escaped the blow.
"Huh……"
The flies in my mind began to buzz in surprise.
"You're so awesome...my dear...you're so awesome...I didn't know you were this awesome...oh...if I had known you were this awesome..." They hummed softly.
“But no!!!!”
The sound was as sharp as a steel needle in an instant.
"No, no, no... no, no, no... no, no, no, no..."
The Fly Orchestra plays roaring music to the music of Beelzebub.
Besib's words washed over him like a tsunami.
Yi Cha felt like his heart was like a pinched balloon, almost bursting.
This is terrible.
Fortunately, his mind can still move...
Ifomie came on the wind, looking ahead with a pair of protruding eyes expressionlessly.
He even maintained a defensive posture.
"I know even if you don't tell me. You also used the power of faith..."
Yi Cha forced himself to use words to continue delaying.
He almost coughed as he spoke, and the wings behind his back became limp and weak.
Do I still have a chance?
He glanced down quickly out of the corner of his eye. Adjusted his position.
A brief quarter of a breath.
Ifomie saw his flaw and appeared in front of him like lightning with his gun raised.
After looking back, he raised his knife and tried to block it. The Yin Iron Scimitar and the Cone of Repulsion and Destruction struck each other.
Black particles erupted and flew away, and scarlet fragments exploded like blood needles all over the sky.
Icha gasped hard. My arm throbbed like an electric shock.
The wound on his forehead began to become sore and numb, and he could feel a small stream of molten blood flowing disobediently through his chin and downwards, leaving his body.
Swish——
A pair of wide horns on Ivo's head burned brightly, and rushed towards him with a strong wind.
His figure skyrocketed ten feet again, completely covering the night sky above his head.
No choice.
Yi Cha wrapped his tired wings around his body, making his body become a streamlined shape with the least resistance.
Gravity carried him downward.
Thousands of sharp scarlet fragments repelling the cone of destruction passed over his head.
Ifo Mie did not hesitate, and then fell down and chased after him.
The two beings, one behind the other, quickly approached the ground.
"You rely on the human world to become a god and accumulate the power of faith among believers."
Icha said as he fell, almost coughing out his lungs.
"And the identity you let them worship will naturally not be a small wandering demon, but the God of Destruction with infinite power. This changes your path..."
Ifomie's expression changed. He grabbed the handle of the spear with all four arms at the same time and stabbed hard in the direction of Yicha.
The rain of evil flames pours down.
Bits of blood poured out.
The corrosive black smoke of destruction pours.
Three cones of different colors are like three strange nets, coming towards you.
"Am I right?"
Yi Cha stretched out his hand to grab it, and the broken upper body of an archer-looking demon sculpture flew diagonally towards him, blocking the part where three cones were about to touch him.
The three nets opened a small opening and passed around him, and the demon sculpture exploded into pieces in the air.
Dozens of large statue fragments hit his face and neck, creating long and thin wounds.
This thing can cut me too...
Under Beelzebub's complete personal suppression, the demonic part of his body has been completely locked, making him as fragile as a rag doll.
The body that has not completed its transformation is destroyed by the hand of destruction. and destructive forces that cannot be cured but only worsen.
Can you still withstand the next blow?
do not care.
He continued:
"You completed the change... No, you didn't change the realm, so you just upgraded."
The wind howled.
The red tenth floor of the Calamity Stone Tower passed by like twitching bamboo knots, and the molten blood on his forehead continued to gush out and scatter in the scorching wind.
Yi Cha closed his eyes and his voice was weak. Even so, he must ask for what he wanted.
"I don't know how you changed your anchor point - maybe it has something to do with you changing your name. I also don't know what conditions you promised your believers to complete the transformation... Is it related to your family?"
Cha——
The air was torn by Ifomne's roar.
The sound of breaking through the sky.
He threw his spear.
Repulse the cone of destruction. The deadly rain of blood suddenly enveloped Yi Cha's eyes.
In his physical field of vision, the tip of the cone of destruction quickly expanded in front of him.
With his fragile body, it was an irresistible blow.
at the same time.
He passed the penultimate section of the Tower of Calamity Stone.
Wow!
The water sparkles and splashes all over the sky.
Yi Cha fell heavily into the circular pool on the first floor of the courtyard.
That familiar clear pool.
The one where the Order of the Fallen Angels prayed here three thousand years ago.
The one where the Order of the Fallen Angels still prays here today.
Three thousand years of prayer.
Cha opened his eyes.
white light.
The white light of order surrounded him.
The energy of order surrounded him.
Because of three thousand years of continuous prayer, a pool of holy water surrounded him.
Icha clutched the horn chain engraved with his name, his anchor.
The flies seemed to have a premonition of something, and they were upset.
"My dear darling...what are you going to do..."
scream. scream. A scream that goes through the brain.
“Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it!!!!”
The vibration of the fly's wings was completely inaudible in comparison, as if Beelzebub was grabbing his ears and screaming.
His heart ached terribly, his lungs were terribly stuffy, his arms were tired, his wings were tired, and his brain was dizzy from the constant bleeding.
He clenched his fists.
It doesn't matter.
He had already thought about those words, and no one could interfere with him.
He said:
"I hereby promise: every lost lamb, every displaced fallen angel."
"I: Yichaint Sinkardestu. The first fallen angel, the original guardian, the supreme pure spirit."
"You will put off darkness, put off filth, turn away from confusion, turn away from weakness."
"I will take you back to the place of order, the sacred place, the eternal place. Take you home."
His voice is sincere and shines like holy light.
"Order is supreme, I promise here!"
Holy water boils.
The scarlet cone of destruction submerged into the water.
Ifomie hesitated for a moment and dodged back to avoid those sacred water splashes.
…
…
…
A dazzling figure suddenly rushed out of the pool.
Yicha held the scarlet spear between his teeth. The golden eyes were gleaming, looking directly at the bull-headed demon who was as huge as a mountain and formidable.
Wherever the heart desires, the transformation is complete.
Beginning position, ending position, path. The three are integrated into one and completed in the corresponding environment.
The change is completed.
"My dear...you...you abandoned me...you..."
Beelzebub's voice became almost inaudible. The flies that had settled in his mind were uprooted.
The personal suppression of the King of Demons no longer works on him.
The scorching wind stirred up his torn black and red robes. And he radiates light.
A legend that does not exist.
The first fallen angel was born in hell.
