Arad's crooked savior

"Niyali, the last time you came here with Belfast, where was the furthest you arrived?" Yelin asked. This girl looked like a young and lively tour guide, just like she was going shopping.

"It's probably close to the core area. Then I suddenly lost interest. Forget it. I've always been very popular for three minutes."

No matter whether the dimension collapses and destroys, or the source of disaster, Naiyali doesn't care about these. She is a great evil god who symbolizes distortion, absurdity, nothingness, etc. and a series of negative things.

The reason why I ran here is because I think it’s fun and interesting. You have to take a look at places you’ve never been to, just like you have to try out any postures you’ve never tried.

Nyari explained that Dras is the product of a chaotic blend of energy. Maybe after a while, a golden scarecrow will appear here, holding a sickle with a sacred breath, and then cruelly and ruthlessly take people's lives.

"Is there an extreme, where transcendent energy is intertwined and a scarecrow of the transcendent level is born?" Siatt asked, feeling that the world was getting weirder and weirder.

The power of Dras, the dimensional by-product, depends on the energy collision during combat, with a proportional feedback, which can be said to be very weird and amazing.

"Maybe it's possible." Naiyali nodded her smooth and pretty chin and said: "But because its source of power is the energy exploded during battle, the scarecrow can be regarded as a disposable product. If it can't hit it with one blow, Killing the enemy to capture new energy will cause them to collapse on the spot."

Yuena held up the two holy feathers that were pulled from Xiao Hina's body in her palms. She looked peaceful and as quiet as the moon. Now the feathers were hovering around Xiao Hina's body, and she only occasionally had the urge to fly in a certain direction.

This means that the lost archangel is less attractive than a chick with corresponding wings.

There are many reasons for this special situation, one of the most unacceptable reasons is that the archangel has died here, so his aura is rapidly declining.

Ye Lin took the golden flag off the flagpole and used it as a blanket to cover Xiao Hina. The light shone and sealed Xiao Hina tightly, cutting off the breath of the seven archangels and Metanzo. Only then did Discord's feathers grow again. The direction of guidance.

"Why do I have a subtle feeling like a corpse wrapped in horse leather?" Feng Ying couldn't help complaining. The broken flag, the blood-stained white horse (wine), and the lying victims seemed to be the aftermath of a tragic battle.

Following the bright and shining feathers of light, they went to the depths of the starry sky where the direction was no longer known. Huge mottled star fragments passed by along the way. Occasionally, a few complete stars could be seen, but they were also filled with lifeless energy and lifeless.

"Holy Feather, it's actually turning black." Yuena frowned, worried. The tips of the pure white feathers turned black, and more and more ominous signs were occurring, symbolizing the precarious situation of the archangel.

"Hehe~"

There was a weird and permeating laughter, a head that looked like a pumpkin head, and firelight dancing in the eye sockets. Along the way, he met more scarecrows with different levels of strength. Many of them were in the legendary realm, and they were all killed and crushed one by one.

"Origin level scarecrow?" Just when Sheng Yu was already half dark, the team's too obvious energy traces attracted the attention of a new scarecrow.

Its body was incomplete, with a large piece missing from its waist and abdomen. It was half black and half white, with a pair of pure white angel wings, but its hands were like devil's claws, pitch black and sharp.

A soft face is covered with angelic scriptures, the pupils are scarlet, and the smile raised at the corner of the mouth is extremely penetrating, with finely interlaced teeth inside.

This guy's smile reminds people of the cosmic demon Schrödinger, both of which have a creepy smile.

The Origin level can be regarded as a powerful force in the demon world where there are many strong people. Even if there is no strong trump card, it is absolutely no problem to create a second-rate organization with a stable foothold.

Although the Dras Scarecrow can only attack a few times due to its birth, and it will dissipate after two or three times, the source-level aura it exudes is still astonishing enough.

And the most important thing is not its power fluctuations, but the holy texts and wings on the body of this Dras, indicating that it is related to the archangel, and that it has absorbed part of the angel's combat energy.

After several rounds of fatal confrontation, Qianying used the ghost binding silk to dismember it and smash it into pieces. The ghost bead on her left hand glowed, faintly echoing the void. After breaking through the source level, she has been looking for her own opportunity.

Bang!

The holy feather was completely as black as ink, and then exploded into pieces. There was no trace of sacred fluorescence, and there was only a depressed and declining aura, like burned out ashes.

Standing on the huge Death Star, occasionally glowing ores were regarded as meteors. In the gloomy twilight sky, suddenly there were dense shadows coming in. The pumpkin head's features were burning with fire, and he stared at them enveloped in light. .

"There are so many scarecrows, do you think we are wheat fields?" Mo Mei snapped her fingers crisply, her thoughts invisible but traced, and flames of different sizes burst out in the sky, like fireworks in full bloom on a festival.

"Everyone is a beautiful land with fertile soil~" Ye Lin tried to take advantage of the eldest lady's flesh again. After countless efforts, this fertile soil for married women has become infinitely beautiful, and once it goes deep, it will be difficult to extricate itself.

"Astra, let's eat braised pork knuckle tonight." Siatt calmly took out the Rewardin.

The shattered scarecrows spread all over the starry sky, and then regrouped in the next moment, gathering sand to form a tower, and water to form a river. The half-black and half-white sickle blade had a cold light, and it could split the void and disintegrate the earth when it slashed.

The speed of its rebirth was beyond expectations and unbelievable, and it also absorbed a certain amount of energy.

"Monsters born from chaotic energy are really surprising, but one thing is fatal," Mo Mei said calmly and then smiled. Without any movement, the middle-level scarecrow of its origin decomposed itself cleanly.

"After all, the energy of your body comes from others, but I am here. The energy of my thoughts returns to my origin, and the energy of my thoughts is mine."

In other words, the scarecrow is just a pirated fusion of people's wits, but now the owner of the original is right in front of them, and their realm is enough to master every ounce of energy.

Ye Lin confirmed that there was no life on the surface of this Death Star. It was just a dry accumulation of sand and gravel, with no water, no light, and no heat. It never had the conditions for the birth of life forms. Perhaps it was just an inconspicuous thing among the billions of stars in the vast universe. , an insignificant one.

However, right now, there is a majestic and majestic river flowing as black as ink. It is so majestic that it can destroy mountains and fill up large ravines.

Ye Lin felt a strong sense of sadness and final encroachment from this strange river, which was exactly the same as the substance that overflowed from Belfast.

"The last time I came here, I didn't pass by here." Naiyali sat next to Xiao Hina, that is, Mi Gao, too lazy to fly anymore.

Tracing back to the source of the black river, it turned out to be a towering mountain, steep and majestic. An extremely beautiful woman was sitting on the edge of the cliff crying. The tears falling from her smooth cheeks turned into a majestic river when she fell.

"Raphael!" "Raphael"

Yuena breathed a sigh of relief and finally found the missing archangel Rafael. Although the archangel was in a strange state now, at least he was still alive and the most tragic thing did not happen.

Archangel Raphael is an angel who manipulates healing and spreads wisdom and knowledge. She is a transcendent realm. She is loving and compassionate and guards the souls of all kind people. Legend has it that she also has the power to bring the dead back to life.

Except for the Holy Light Cross and Michelle that fell on the Arad continent, which was an arrangement of fate, most of the other worlds with Remidios' light and faith were brought by Rafal with the first ray of the noble Holy Light. Light.

After hearing the call, Rafael slowly raised his beautiful face. She had long golden hair that should have been beautiful and warm. Her beautiful and sacred angel robes were dull. Her eyes that should have been clear and compassionate were now dead black. A piece of it without any fluctuation of spiritual energy, just like the deepest darkness in the starry sky.

Yuena was shocked. If anyone said that Rafael had become a fallen angel, she would believe it now.

"We can't change, Safiir, we have been doing useless work." Rafael also recognized this newly promoted archangel, with clear memory and sad mood.

Especially the wings behind Rafael that should have been pure white and sacred, but now most of the feathers are as black as ink, with an aura of finality flowing out.

"I have seen the end of time, and there is only endless hurt and pain. Although we enjoy the power of light and glory, we are powerless. Billions of lives have withered. We... are ashamed of the piety of believers."