Arhangel was once a glorious angel who bowed to the darkness for a long time and acted as the eyeliner of light.

Back then, as a surveillance envoy, he was different from Yakong, the Mastiff who was often a scout in the heavenly world. Arkhangel needed to lurk in the Nine Prisons of Batto for many years and explore military information in the devil's nest.

However, it was all the old almanac of the past. Now he has changed his appearance and has begun to serve Bartot with all his heart.

He became a fallen angel.

However, the habits developed over tens of thousands of years are actually not easy to change. Arhangel is still obsessed with those ancient techniques.

And he often studies and improves it.

"Galingen, scarlet Nayne's roots, human heart, troll fat, night eggplant, hellcat's feces, nothing salt..."

Carefully matching the weight of the material in his hand, the ebony wings shook slightly with Arkhangel's movements, further highlighting how cautious the fallen angel, who was only five feet tall and weighed about 120 pounds, was at this time.

"...Yes, I still need some juice from the dead flowers."

Suddenly thinking of something, he once again put some new "seasonings" into the cauldron in front of him. The turbid soup that originally appeared similar to the color of expired cheese became clear and clear.

Gently crush a dried leaves of "Cihehe" and sprinkle the fine leaves on the surface of the medicine liquid. A thin smoke suddenly rose from the clear soup, and all the dried leaves evaporate due to spontaneous combustion.

"It's done!"

Although he has been configured countless times, Arhangel will feel delighted involuntarily every time he succeeds.

Because this is his pleasure - mixing poisons - especially these deadly poisons that can threaten life in the lower realm.

You know, such potions are rare, and any pharmacist with some knowledge will know how difficult it is.

Whether it is the Tanari Demon or the Badzu Demon, ordinary poisons can be called drinks to them.

However, Arkhangel's "poison" is different. The potion he configured is equally effective and even more deadly for lower-level creatures.

It was precisely because of his unique skills that this former surveillance envoy repeatedly defeated the conspiracy of some powerful existences in the lower realm, and at the same time saved his life many times. In the end, he was promoted to an ordinary Astro Angel by the gods and was named a legendary creature.

At this time, he was forced to trap in the acid mist canyon plane. At the mercy of the "virtual game god" Stim, Arkhangel did not want to sit and wait for death, so he prepared more poison than before.

He took off the cauldron from the spell heating furnace, poured all the boiled medicine into a large test tube prepared in advance, covered it with a cork, and then placed it on the test tube rack that occupied the entire wall of the potion laboratory.

Countless test tubes were displayed, shining with the light of soul-catching spirits. These were all preparations made by Arhangel to cope with the upcoming "worm tide".

Among all the commanders Barto who chose to stick to the camp, he was the one with the most determined attitude and the most clear position.

Because he didn't believe Stilum's warning.

The reason why Arhangel rebelled from heaven was because he realized the hypocrisy of the god he had served nearby. Although he heard Stim's warning at this time, he still stubbornly believed that it was a word game played by the gods.

"The brightest mind often falls in the darkest environment..." The fallen angel stretched his wings, moved his neck, which was sore because of the long-term drug delivery, and murmured to himself: "...and the most depraved behaviors are often hidden in the noblest slogans."

Compared to his once used darkness as his disguise, he now regards darkness as his ally, hiding in the sturdy Bato Fortress "Arhangel-Sko", which makes him feel extremely calm.

Stim's suggestion of "escape from the Broken Canyon" always evokes his memories of his previous displacedness. The legendary fallen angel firmly believed that it was another trick of the god.

However, he still made a lot of preparations. Compared with other purebred commanders, Batzu, who have been continuously increasing the reinforcement of the city walls and attempting to passively defend the possible "worm tide", Arkhangel chose a more proactive and suitable method.

He has installed a poison that can poison a plane.

And what is terrible is that except for Arkhangel and some particularly powerful creatures, including the Badzu Devil, all creatures in the Acid Mist Canyon plane cannot resist the invasion of this poison.

The fallen angel had no good feelings for his subordinates, and he did not believe in the loyalty of these devils. Coincidentally, he also had similar feelings for Arhangel and Barth's ancestors.

"Which native Badzu can believe in the fallen angel?"

The pipe in his mouth emitted a faint light, and the curling blue smoke enveloped the barb demon scout captain who was whispering to criticize the commander.

"Those guys were originally creatures in the heavens, Balze... the leader of the fallen angel, even now, they are still plotting against the great Lord Nethers, the King of Nine Prisons."

This is a group of barbarian scouts who are chatting. The names they want to mention but dare not fully say in their words - "Balzebu" refers to the "Flying Insect Lord" who ruled the seventh level of Barto - he was originally the powerful and handsome king of the Astro Angels. He fell into hell because he was too arrogant, and then was denied for plotting to assassinate the King of Nine Prisons. After the failure of the operation called "payment", Balzebu became a slug.

Even though Arhangel is not a subordinate of Balzeb, since he is also from the Astro Angel clan, the original Badzu Devil under his command actually has no respect for this leader.

Although these devils are not only bound by the Bartow class, but also subject to the flag issued by Stim, in private, they still disobey Arhangel's orders.

"The commander of this fortress and his subordinates are in harmony with each other..."

In the clouds above the Arkhangel-Scoe Fortress, a small airship was sailing quietly.

On his flight deck, Ques was holding an instrument similar to a phonograph speaker in his hand, listening carefully to the message.

At the feet of those barb demon scouts, an ordinary stone was placed there, but there was a lot of information inside it, not only wrapped in a lead-acid battery, but also a twisted pair brass sound receiver that was sending electromagnetic signals.

Just as Quis wanted to listen to other news and then return to drive the "Ghost Face Fish" to drive the city to come, a warning bell suddenly sounded in his "headphones".
Chapter completed!