The secret room was crowded, and the Pope who was the first to rush in was tightly surrounded by the judges. Everyone looked blank and began to sing loudly. The Lord said that there should be light in this world, so there was light.
! Pious chants rang out in the secret room, followed by wisps of blazing white holy light stretched out from the silver swords they held high like threads, and sprinkled on the heads of the vampires and werewolves coming from all directions.
Tsk!
Under the baptism of the holy light, bursts of green smoke rose from the bodies of the werewolves and vampires, mixed with a smell of burnt smell that spread in the air. The dark creatures howled miserably, enduring the boundless pain.
As the clergy advanced, many weak Vampires were directly burned into piles of black ashes, but their companions quickly rushed forward, stepping on the ashes under their feet.
An extremely ferocious werewolf rushed forward first, and dozens of silver swords flashing with holy light were thrust into its broad and hairy chest. The sturdy werewolf did not stop moving forward, but instead attacked more fiercely.
One of the referees stretched out his claws, and click! There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the werewolf tilted its head and fell down, but its sharp wolf claws also twisted off a head.
Roar! Roar!
The werewolves used their wildest roars to pay tribute to their warriors. At the same time, hundreds of werewolves arched their bodies, kicked their strong hind limbs on the ground, and shot towards the referees like cannonballs with their entire bodies.
The sacrificed companions showed them the most direct and effective way to attack, using their bodies and claws to tear apart their opponents.
"Sinful dark souls, come and accept the wrath of God..." The pope raised the scepter in his hand and chanted loudly. He pressed the scepter down fiercely, and a broad ray of holy light came out of the scepter.
Like a wide piece of cloth, it rolled towards the werewolves rushing up.
Hundreds of werewolves seemed to have been cut open by a sharp blade with infinite edge, and dispersed in a shower of blood. Even many vampires behind them were reduced to ashes under this majestic holy power, leaving behind
The dark creatures who came down had an unconcealable look of fear in their eyes, but they did not realize that the brilliance of the scepter in the Pope's hand had dimmed.
"This is the tomb of dark life, the light of purification..." The angel suspended in the air shouted coldly, and rushed up a foot, so that the hair on the top of his head hit the ceiling. With a wave of his hand,
A sword with half the energy of fireworks struck out.
"I'll lend you my wings." A cold shout came from in front of the secret room door. The blond angel turned his head and looked, and saw a dark blue light coming towards him with a hissing sound in the air. With a sharp look in his eyes, the light
The sword was raised and slashed out.
A ray of holy light that was more than ten feet wide and dozens of feet long burst out from the lightsaber, meeting the dark cyan brilliance. There was a boom and explosion, and the whole secret room trembled, and circles of cracks on the ceiling radiated in all directions.
, as if it would collapse at any time.
The vampires and werewolves on the ground looked up and saw only an extremely bright white light. Their bodies were scorched and melted under this white light, but they smiled and smiled very proudly, because before they died, they saw,
The wings of the aloof four-winged angel left the body piece by piece...
"No!" The Pope let out a cry of sorrow and pain, and his old face began to twitch violently. The destruction of the angel also represented the destruction of his last glimmer of hope.
Under the gaze of all the referees and cardinals, the Pope held his head in his hands and slowly succumbed. At this moment, he was no longer the person closest to God, but a bad old man in the sunset.
The angel who lost her wings could no longer float in the air. At the moment when her wings were cut off, all her strength was drained away. The lightsaber in her hand dispersed, and her eyes became dim.
No longer an angel, but a life that is more fragile than ordinary people.
A smile appeared on Dracula's already pale face. He gracefully saluted the two men standing at the door and said humbly: "Dear master, your brilliance is like the moon in the dark night. Let Dracula
La, please punish these slaves who carry shoes for the gods!" After saying that, he slumped and knelt on one knee in the ashes, with a look of respect on his face. Wolf King Toti also bent over and knelt down, paying no attention to the people around him.
Those referees with swords.
In front of the real King of the Night, all the priests are humble ants, but they don't know that the real King is the Chinese man standing next to the general.
Liu Qiankun naturally knew that the person he was saluting was the general behind him. He smiled disapprovingly and walked straight to the angel lying on his back. He saw the angel's empty eyes staring at the cracks on the ceiling with an indifferent expression.
He looked as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all. For the angel with broken wings, death was the fastest way to return to God.
"Can you speak Chinese?" Liu Qiankun squatted down and said this unexpectedly.
The angel didn't seem to hear Liu Qiankun's question at all, and just kept counting the cracks on the ceiling, until Liu Qiankun casually grabbed a piece of white angel wings, and the two referees behind him finally took it in their hands like lightning.
The silver sword stabbed him in the back of the heart.
Clang! Clang!
Two crisp sounds were heard, and the long sword in the referee's hand was broken into two pieces. All that was left in his hand was a short hilt. The stabbed Chinese man turned his head slowly and exposed his face.
With a devilish smile, he whispered: "You have to pay for my clothes."
There were two small white dots stabbed on the back of the man's protective suit, which was a natural thing to wear with a new suit.
"Judgment of the Holy Light!"
"God's redemption!"
"The Sword of Demon Breaking!"
The three referees shouted loudly, waving the long swords in their hands and struck Liu Qiankun in three places on his head, chest and abdomen. The bright holy light burst out of the sword, and its power even affected Dracula and Totti who were kneeling on the ground.
He couldn't help but shrink his pupils, as if he saw this arrogant and ignorant Chinese man being chopped down with a sword.
Liu Qiankun's expression was as usual, as if he hadn't seen anything. He continued to stare at the two referees who were the first to draw their swords. He suddenly opened his right hand, and three feet of green light shot out from the palm of his hand, and he rushed towards the two referees.
The three referees in front were completely penetrated...
"Don't you want to pay for my clothes?" Liu Qiankun repeated lazily, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Forget it if you don't pay for it..." I saw him grabbing two pairs of light wings with one hand, and gently moving towards them with the other hand.
The angel's head flicked lightly, and whoosh! There was a flash of white light, and the angel lying on the ground had long since disappeared. Perhaps he went to look at another ceiling.
"General, let's eat Birdman stew tonight..." Liu Qiankun walked up to the general and handed over the light wings in his hand.