The two angel judges fell heavily to the ground, and the golden holy sword condensed by bright faith also flew out.
Their fight with the evil god was fierce but short-lived. The hills were almost flattened by their attacks. Except for the golden tree, all the vegetation was burned away, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.
An angel judge struggled to reach the holy sword at hand and struggled to get up.
He grabbed a handful of scorched earth and found that even the soil was mixed with crimson magic. He paused, as if he had thought of something, and raised his head to look at the evil god.
Xiao Zhimiao flicked her heart, and the crimson magic power overflowed too much, making her a little too excited. The voices in her head kept telling her to attack and kill.
After suppressing it several times, she finally suppressed the voice in her head.
Hearing the muffled sound in her ears, she glanced at the back of her hand that was burned by the holy light, walked to the angel judge who was struggling to get up, kicked away the holy sword in his hand, and stepped on his chest. superior.
"Whose orders are you taking?" Xiao Zhimiao looked down at him and asked.
The angel judge didn't answer her, he just looked at her with a beautiful face.
"Forgot, except when you are judging others, you can speak, and at other times you are basically mute, which is not fun at all."
Xiao Zhimiao leaned down slightly to look at him and said, "But before you became the judge, you were neither dumb nor wooden. I remember you, and I remember the beautiful faces of every angel, even though you sacrificed your souls. , willing to become the most obedient lackey and machine, at least more pleasing to the eye than those gods."
"You grabbed three of my feathers." The angel judge suddenly said.
His face was expressionless, but his tone was serious.
Xiao Zhimiao raised his eyebrows, "Do you still remember this? It was a thousand and eight hundred years ago, right?"
The angel with long curly chestnut hair said, "I'm very impressed. In the past two thousand four hundred and seventy-eight years, you were the only one who pulled my feathers. Anyone else who dared to touch us is dead."
Lan turned to look at the judge next to him and said, "There's also Chrollo's."
Xiao Zhimiao smiled, "So you are here to avenge me for pulling your feathers? You really hold a grudge, but I seem to remember how many tufts of hair were pulled from each beautiful angel's wings?"
"Just remember," Lan said.
"You're really here for revenge. Why don't you say something else to satisfy me, and maybe I'll spare your life." Xiao Zhimiao straightened up and saw two more angel judges flying in the distance. He exerted force under his feet. , Lann groaned when he stepped on it, and there was a sound of broken ribs.
"Salos said, you have to return all the feathers to us." Lann held her ankle, blood spilled from his mouth, without even frowning, "Give it back to us, and our grudges will be wiped out."
Xiao Zhimiao said: "No, it's been so long, how can I still give you feathers..."
Speaking of this, Xiao Zhimiao suddenly remembered something. She seemed to have grabbed Salos' feathers, not when she was in the God's Realm, but just recently, not long after she entered the land of God's presence as Xiao Zhimiao. when.
She felt a little inexplicable, wasn't it just a few feathers?
She didn't know what was in the minds of these beautiful angels. She had regarded them as beautiful vases or beautiful weapons a long time ago. They were very boring, so she always wanted to tease them.
But teasing them was not as good as teasing Siannia. At least Siannia's reaction could please her.
Thinking of the past, she became distracted. Just for a moment, the other two inquisitors had already flown down in front of her. The golden holy sword condensed by the light faith in their hands exuded a scorching light, causing Xiao Zhimiao to deflect. Head tilt.
"Do you like using this weapon so much? Your eyes will be blinded by it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the broken bones flew towards the two judges, attacking quickly and fiercely.
Xiao Zhimiao let go of the judge at his feet, bent down and plucked a handful of feathers from his wings, then stuffed them into his hands, "I give them back to you, my beautiful little curly hair."
As she said that, she actually touched his hair.
It feels pretty good.
At this moment, she finally saw a different expression in the judge's eyes, like the look of a young girl who was molested by a bully in the street, the look of sadness, anger, anger, but helplessness.
No, are all of you angels so innocent? Just touched my hair.
While she was complaining, Lan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the ground with a strong pull. He stood up quickly, summoned the holy sword and stabbed her down.
The angel squatted on the ground, his white wings spread out behind him, completely covering his body.
The sharp blade condensed with crimson magic penetrated him, and the blood on his wings dripped into the scorched earth, blending into the crimson color.
Xiao Zhimiao turned her head and saw that the holy sword fell on her cheek, and the faint holy light emitted burned her cheek painfully.
"You are still so hateful." Lann looked down at the crimson blade that penetrated his chest and sighed, "If it were Salos, would you still be able to do it?"
"Where is he?" Xiao Zhimiao asked coldly, without the leisurely look on his face.
"You finally asked him." Lan said: "We obey the true god."
He answered Xiao Zhimiao's question just now, held her hand, and put the blood-stained feathers back into her hands, "Sesia, go find him."
"Then, come before us, we are the sword of judgment, judging all the evil in the world, Scythia, take up this sword."
Xiao Zhimiao stared at him for a while, put away the crimson blade, turned over and pushed him to the ground again.
"Ahem..." Lan En was lying on the ground vomiting blood, looking extremely weak.
Xiao Zhimiao glanced at the feather in his hand, pulled out Lan En's holy sword, and ignored the burning pain in his hand, looked at Lan En and said, "This is the best choice, isn't it?"
Lan said: "If you want to change, just sit in that position."
"Is it the negotiation between the main god system and me? Or did Setavis send you to confuse me?"
He did not answer Xiao Zhimiao, but struggled to get up and Chrollo continued to attack her.
The other two inquisitors were entangled in broken bones, and Xiao Zhimiao couldn't help but beat the remaining two.
After a few moves, Xiao Zhimiao kicked him to the ground.
They are weapons, dogs tied by chains, either command systems or Setavis. Now it seems that the chain is still in Setavis's hands.
"God Lord, God Lord!"
Mu Yuan's voice sounded in Xiao Zhimiao's mind.
"Song Xi betrayed us and Modu was seriously injured."
Xiao Zhimiao said calmly: "Protect yourself, don't die, I will come."
Just as she finished speaking, the sound of the Phantom's little bell rang again, "Master, I can't do it anymore, I can't defeat them!"
Xiao Zhimiao: "Don't leave the range of the golden tree."
After saying that, she ran quickly towards the golden tree. The teleportation magic circle lit up under the golden tree, and her figure disappeared in front of the four judges.
As soon as she left, Lan and Chrollo helped each other stand up.
Chrollo glanced at Lan's wings and said, "She pinched your wings again."
Lan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You even touched my hair. This little pervert, the older she gets, the more lustful she is. Sooner or later, Salos will be eaten dry by her. I bet she wanted to touch my face." , but it’s stained with some blood, so it’s dirty.”
After that, he gave Chrollo an elbow and said, "It's very comfortable to lie down. I'm almost being poked into a sieve by her."
Chrollo: "This doesn't allow you to show off in front of her and let her remember you."
The other two judges also came forward and patted Lan on the shoulder, "You're working very hard."
Lan En covered the bleeding wound on his chest and said, "You guys didn't work hard enough to play with her weapons for a long time."
"We are not just playing around. Her weapon is fused with a soul and is quite capable of fighting."
The four of them walked to the edge of the cliff and saw that the nearest golden tree was burning in the distance, with a look of worry in their eyes.
Chrollo said: "Can she succeed this time?"
Lan said: "It's difficult, but there is still hope. It just depends on whether she can hold on in the next step."
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In front of the golden tree, Cyannia grabbed "Cesia" by the neck and lifted her up.
"They are quite similar, but their abilities are completely different."
The little bell was thrown to the ground. Just as he was about to get up, Syannia stabbed him to the ground with a sword through his shoulder blade.
The burning brought by the holy sword made him cry out in pain, and cracks appeared in Sethia's disguise.
"The Phantom, aren't you all dead yet?"
Cyannia knelt down in front of it, condensed a golden blade in her hand, and cut it on the face. The holy magic soaked into its wound and burned it.
"I hate you disgusting phantoms the most. You are always pretending to be someone else, and you never have an identity of your own."
As He spoke, he nailed the flapping hands and feet of Little Bell with a golden blade, and slashed the face of Sethia in front of him with one knife after another. He looked at the poor little phantom crying out in pain, holding on to Sethia. face screamed.
Ariana frowned and looked at him, "Just kill it, why torture it."
"Because it is Sethia now. With such a face in front of me, it will naturally be played with by me. Besides, with the golden tree around, it will not die so easily."
Siannia smiled happily, pinched Xiao Lingdang's face and said: "Remember, it was Sisia who made you suffer. She wanted you to be her substitute, suffer for her, die for her, you phantoms He will always be a poor substitute."
Little Bell shook her head, tears washing away the blood on her face, leaving a pale mark.
Suddenly, she stared at Siannia's face for a while, and when Siannia raised the knife again, it turned into His face.
The smile on Seania's face suddenly stopped, and she suddenly grabbed its neck, "Change back! I'll let you change back!"
Little Bell laughed with tears in her eyes, "Are you angry when you see yourself crying so pitifully?"
Its face turned into Scythia for one moment, and Cynia for the next. Its speaking tone was exactly the same as Cysia's, and it mocked Him very much: "Cynia, you are such a wretch, you said that I am Cynia. Sia’s stand-in, but you only dare to attack the stand-in, you loser!”
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