Arad's crooked savior

Compared with before coming to the Tower of Despair, the team is like a blade that has been on the battlefield, but now it has been re-polished and refined to make it sharper.

But there is still an extremely important step, or some kind of opportunity, to break through the threshold of that legendary realm.

Naturally, the legendary realm cannot be achieved by just casually listening to a lecture by a big boss, then practicing for a few days, and then breaking through as easily as eating kebabs.

In the Tower of Despair, there are too many strong men stuck at this step, unable to make any progress for hundreds of years.

Even Sodros and Liang Yue, who have reached the past realm, don't have much experience to teach them.

Professionals rely on hard work, awakened people rely on talent, and legendary realms will most likely require epiphany.

Deep in the Canyon of the Dead, at the mysterious Altar of Limits, exists the Archangel of Light, Agamemnon.

It is a way for the team to verify their strength, and it is also an attempt to find a chance for Yuena to break through.

Seraph, the person closest to "God".

There is no need to guess that Agamemnon, the angel of light, must be a strong man who has transcended that realm.

The Extreme Altar originally did not exist in the Canyon of the Dead.

But after Azera used hell ore to build the Tower of Death and the Altar of Infinity, the mysterious Altar of Limits suddenly appeared...

The angels, where light and darkness overlap and life and death intersect, guard the last level of the altar.

Legend has it that those who can see the angel and survive will be given strength or wisdom!

There was an endless stream of challengers, but most of them never came back. Only a few people were in a daze, muttering something about "Agamemnon".

It was not until that time that the challengers realized that "Agamemnon", a name that symbolized warmth in the continent of Arad, had a ruthless side.

There are not many records of the Angel of Light in the Great Cathedral of Remedia. It is only known that he has a magical weapon, which is as bright as the Angel's Spear and as dark as the Death Scythe.

As the only known angel race in the continent of Arad, it is not that Remedia has never had an idea of ​​​​the other party, but the other party's practice of capturing human lives at will is inconsistent with the light faith of the priests, and it does not seem like an act of punishing heretics. In the end, I had no choice but to give up.

The ground is carved with deep marks that will never decay. There are two hundred-foot statues with only the upper body. One is holding a war spear in his hand and the other is carrying a war spear on his back. They are both bound by chains as thick as their arms.

It seems to symbolize the contradiction of Agamemnon, which is light and dark, bringing warmth to people, but also falling into the abyss.

Outside the altar, the orange dusk sky reflects the unique wind-eroded terrain on the other side, with towering rock pillars, orange-red sandy soil, no green plants, no life.

The deep lines under the feet began to gradually light up, and the strong wind began to cry, as if it was a not-so-cute welcome ceremony for the new challenger.

In the center of the altar, a human with a brown-red body slowly emerged.

He has a hunched body, holding a shield in one hand and a blunt weapon in the other. He seems to be integrated with the earth, and has infinite toughness.

Claude the Ascetic!

Before Ye Lin could swing his sword, Claude said in a low voice, as if he had expected it, "He has been waiting for you for a long time."

A slight pause in action...

Wait for you?

Instead of you, the light angels are waiting for someone?

Although it was a bit baffling, everyone still stared at Yuena unconsciously, because she seemed to be the only one who could be related to the angel.

"Agamemnon, the angel of light, Hersos, the angel of fire, Michael, the archangel, and Raphael and Uriel..."

Ye Lin muttered and frowned. There were seven archangel-level figures in the Angel Dimension. Didn't they all come to Arad?

Michelle's appearance during the Dark Crusade has actually not been traced until now.

He seemed to be a born savior and the son of God. When mankind was tortured by pretenders, Michelle fell from the sky and grew into a young man in just three years. He just appeared!

The secrets and reasons make people wonder if there is any secret.

"Defeat all the gatekeepers and he will appear. Come and meet your trial."

After finishing speaking, Claude's body glowed with earth-colored light, and the blunt weapon in his right hand exploded onto the ground. The altar was not damaged at all, but dust rose from the ground and a wave of air erupted.

In the past, the team might have been surprised, but now they were calm and ready to fight back immediately.

Siatt's Three Ultimate Slashes were blocked by the shield, but the next moment, she condensed a huge ice crystal sword and launched a violent attack.

After being taught by Liang Yue, the sword control skills gained a touch of roughness and fineness, dexterity and lightness in the sword moves of opening and closing.

"In order to become stronger, I have been tortured, can't I do it..."

The ascetic Claude, with extremely unwilling emotions, turned into a wisp of gray smoke and dissipated.

He is not dead, he has been cursed by Agamemnon, and the next Claude will meet the next challenger.

The lines on the altar floor are still shining, and the team is waiting for the next gatekeeper.

However, a few minutes passed and everything was silent, as if the other party was late.

"I feel the thought in you!"

A flash of pure white flashed in Mo Mei's eyes, and a lotus suddenly appeared where her fingertips were pointing.

burst!

The Lotus explodes, taking away an invisible sniper named Trick.

The two ice and fire mummies that appeared next were easily annihilated into ashes by the curator. A thief who used a boomerang had his neck wiped by Guyu.

Mailu hugged the rice cake and looked at her teammates who were improving in strength, feeling a little envious.

She is the will of Nimer, the only professional elf knight in the Arad continent, and no one in the Tower of Despair can teach her anything.

On weekdays, when they were training, she would play chess with Erica and beg Aizela for food. This period of time was actually quite boring.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well have followed Naiyali's example and escaped halfway.

"Eh~"

Siatt was stunned. Her giant sword struck the man who called himself "Pan", as if she had struck an iron man, without any injuries.

Gu Yu, who was like a ghost, used a dagger to cut Pan's neck, but not even a white mark was left.

Several mysterious runes fell at Pan's feet, and thunder and fire surged. However, the curator's attack also had no effect.

The mysterious "Pan" remained unmoved no matter what the team did, like an invincible god of war.

"Even if you become stronger, stronger people will continue to appear." While muttering, Pan's punch hit Siatt's sword, as powerful as a giant elephant, forcing Siatt to retreat continuously, which was full of incredible .

Is this guy really invincible?

If it weren't for Pan's low speed and low intelligence, such a sign of invincibility from harm would be very similar to the rumors of the legendary first apostle.

"Boss, there is nothing we can do. This guy can actually resist Qian Lian's anger."

Mo Mei pouted and was a little unhappy. She had just left seclusion not long ago and thought she had improved her strength, but she was immediately hit hard.

This mysterious gatekeeper is invulnerable to fire and water, and is such a rogue.

"Haha, believe it or not, I can kill this guy without using weapons or magic."

Ye Lin rubbed his wrist and approached Pan confidently.

Yuena rolled her eyes and complained: "Oh, do you want to kill him with your mouth? I admit that you are shameless and say that no one is second."

Pan, whose soul had fallen into the hands of Agamemnon, taunted him at the right moment: "Even a novice wants to make a splash..."

Snapped!

A loud slap spread across the empty altar, crisp and sweet.

Ye Lin used 100% of the force in his slap, drawing blood from the corner of Pan's mouth and making his face red and swollen.

Siatt and the others' eyes widened in disbelief.

The mysterious man who could resist even Qian Lian was in full bloom, actually got blood drawn out by a slap?

"I……"

Snapped!

Pan seemed angry, but his poor body skills were insignificant in front of Ye Lin. He slapped him again, just on the left cheek, now on the right cheek.

Ye Lin seemed to be addicted to slaps. He opened his bow left and right, and in two minutes, along with Pan's wail, it turned into a line of gray smoke.

"The more powerful a person is, the more he has some kind of insignificant but fatal weakness. He deliberately cultivates the ability to resist high-damage skills, but he cannot block ordinary attacks."

After pretending to be profound and making some nonsense, Ye Lin looked solemn as he watched a golden holy light suddenly arrive.

Wherever you look, it feels like the ground is sprinkled with gold, and the holy light envelopes the entire altar.

Agamemnon, the angel of light!

The arms are covered with sacred golden armor, and the white hood covers the face. Two red streamers dance on the collar, and on the streamers, there is a golden cross embroidered on it!

The cross basically confirms that he has a close relationship with the priest, or that God.

Agamemnon's back shone with an extremely dazzling and complicated divine light, but under his hood, where his face should have been, there was a deep and extreme darkness.

Because there was so little information about Agamemnon and his behavior of devouring human lives, the priests wondered whether this was an angel of light, an angel of darkness, or... a fallen angel?

Agamemnon was suspended in the air, spreading his hands flat. His left hand held a ray of light, and his right hand held a bit of deep darkness.

The two merge into one, a holding spear, like the holy spear of salvation and the sickle of punishment.

"Who are you?" Ye Lin asked first.

The only angel race in the Arad continent besides Michelle has been sleeping in the Canyon of the Dead. How did he appear? Is it related to Michelle?

What is the identity of Hersos who is wandering in the Tianjie Sman Industrial Base?

"I need a flawless heart!"

Agamemnon's voice was cold and cold, and the next moment, his strange weapon slowly pointed at Yuena, whose beautiful eyes were wide with eyes.

He needs a flawless heart, a heart of loyalty and faith in God.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ye Lin was furious, and immediately launched a brazen attack on Agamemnon with a soul-rending soul-breaking weapon.

In the sky, the magic sword with rising black flames turned into an arc and hit the opponent's hooded head directly.