"Then let's first--"
As soon as Arribas turned around and wanted to ask Marduk to retreat, he heard a scream. At the same time, he saw Marduk's left arm being cut off by a chainsaw halberd. However, the man seemed to have no interest in Marduk, so he turned around and walked towards Arribas.
The chief apostle subconsciously turned his head and ran away, but the chain saw behind him whistled one after another, forcing him to turn back and resist.
"ah!"
With a scream, Arriabas's scepter was knocked down, and the whistling chain saw passed from bottom to top, making deep marks on his chest, and fuzzing the flesh and blood on his left face.
The chief apostle fell down with his face covering his face, and then crawled with his hands and feet. He seemed to see the arrival of reinforcements-
However, the facts made him almost scream.
It was supposed to be the direction where reinforcements appeared. A body wearing a lion helmet slowly walked up, carrying a blood-stained helmet in his hand. Erica knew the helmet. It should be a company commander in the thirty-four groups. After passing through the lion helmet warrior, Erica saw the corpse of the countless Word Bearer warrior lying in the passage.
Immediately afterwards, a warrior wearing black and gold-carved armor, behind which was a pair of pitch-black wings, a dragon helmet, and a blood-stained black sword slowly fell down, bringing Arribas the deepest despair.
The warrior's own oppression was enough to suffocate him. When the blood-red eyes on the other party's black dragon head looked at him, Eripas instinctively knew that if the other party took action, he would definitely die and the gods could not save him.
The reinforcements did not come, but were wiped out on the way, and there were only two people on the other side—
"Tell me, are you planning to be a little more average or a little more neat."
The warrior in the bat helmet stopped, and the chainsaw halberd in his hand was raised high, and the serrations quickly rotated in the breathtaking roar, chewing the flesh and blood in a longing.
"We old guys all want a souvenir from you, your 'old friend'."
"Prince of Crows, can I share it with me?"
The gentle words sounded, illuminating Arribas' soul like a beacon. He had not heard this sound for many years. Now, just hearing this sentence, he felt that his spirit was sublimated and warmth spread throughout his body.
Sitting on the ground, he turned back and saw a portal made of flames appear behind him, and a huge magnificent church appeared on the other side of the door frame.
A majestic figure stood on this side of the portal. He was three times taller than that of a Space Marine. He was wearing the robe of a white clergy, and the golden-skinned creature was wearing a robe and crown depicting the burning spell. The power of the runes surround him.
His left hand was holding a hideous mace, and the dark power contained in it seemed to be about to break through the constraints at any time. His right hand was an ancient scepter, made of unknown metal, covered with countless scars and defects. The top of the scepter was inlaid with a three-eyed skull, and the bone layer was engraved with layers of stacked and intertwined golden magic seals.
His appearance caused all the living speech bearers to burst into surprise sounds.
"Yurizen!!!"
The Seventeenth Legion Primros stared at Arribas with his blue eyes. The latter immediately stood up awkwardly, sorted out the scriptures that had been entangled with their bodies, and then bent down and said:
"My Lord Orellian, please forgive my weakness."
Suddenly, the roar of the chain saw sounded, and when the terrible weapon hit Arribas, he instinctively bent down and raised his hands.
But the halberd failed to fall.
Burning runes rolled around Eripath. At the moment when he blocked the halberd, these runes blasted in all directions like meteors, plowing gullies on the floor and walls, and forcing the mysterious warriors to retreat.
Even the Lion Helmet Warrior and the Dragon Helmet Warrior had to retreat from Eripas.
The fire of karma burns the city and has no place to believe, the holy son’s road is full of frost, the throne’s dead bones are not cold, but this heart has become crazy-
When Luo Jia slowly walked out of the portal, his robe turned into a slightly shining sub-space rune armor. The figure on the altar also turned around at the same time. The judge's face was much older than before, and there were many wrinkles on his forehead.
The surviving word bearers hurriedly surrounded the Primrose, while the mysterious warriors, a total of 8, blocked the Primrose and the altar.
Luo Jia glanced at the eight people, chuckled, and looked at the figure on the altar.
"What should I call you? Leonard Meyers? Makado? Or the ghost of Makado?"
The man on the stage stretched out his right hand, and a scepter with a golden eagle emblem at the top appeared in his hand. Then a ball of psychic flame ignited the eagle emblem, and his slightly old voice also sounded.
"Luo Jia, it seems that you have been freed from Corax's imprisonment."
Luo Jia curled her lips.
"The gods have foresaw, do you think you can hide it from the Supreme God? You are not even Makado. He has long been dead. You are just a ghost of him. How long can this body last? Do you have to find the next one soon? I have already seen your dark little secret, injecting Makado's memory into another person's body in a virus-like manner, thus occupying that body and becoming a puppet with Makado's memory! Generation after generation, in this sad way, continue your tragic and stupid plan."
As he said that, Luo Jia raised the hammer and pointed at Makado, making a nerve-wracking laugh.
"Haha, look, haha, absolutely rational, hehe, eternal wise man, hahaha, that ends like this, hahahaha! But I have to say, this is really a very macado-style behavior."
Suddenly, his crazy laughter suddenly disappeared, but his smile still solidified on his face, with white teeth appearing between his lips, and then the end of the scepter suddenly hit the ground.
"Macado, I will return all the shame you gave me in the past."
In an instant, the curtain of reality was torn apart, and a screaming howl sounded in the air, filled with the smell of hot copper. Then four huge portals emerged around Luo Jia, and a large group of demons rushed out one after another.
Their faces are like skinned wolf, and their muscular bodies are shining with blood that is constantly falling, while their eyes, fangs and twisted horns are cast in brass, with the light of the furnace, like the sharp edges of their swords with both hands, and the mark of the blood god is engraved on their slanting skulls, indicating that they are here to find the skulls as bounty to dedicate to the skull god.
Then there were continuous terrifying roars, and four huge sadomasochists rushed out of the portal and stood in the real world with the stench of sulfur.
Chapter completed!