Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

"Yes, my great lord."

The archangel with golden wings showed excitement.

He folded the eight golden wings together, and then spread them out suddenly, the original human figure was gone.

Instead, there was a gigantic eyeball.

There are one hundred pupils in the eyeball, surrounded by 36 small golden wings.

This weird appearance really startled the others.

His appearance is completely different from the imagined angel.

"I am an angel Metatron!"

A powerful and fierce mental storm was violently set off, and it was suddenly thrown out.

Michael said: "The competition has already begun."

The voice did not fall.

The huge eyes of the angel Metatron, with hundreds of pupils, were all focused on Ye Chonglou.

An extremely powerful mental shock stabbed at Ye Chonglou.

"No wonder my fairy beans are useless. You used a mental attack to kill Jim in an instant."

When Ye Chonglou saw the appearance of an angel, he was not surprised, but was suddenly taken aback.

"In that case, let's use you to refine Yuanshen equipment!"

Ye Chonglou's primordial spirit came out of his body, instantly crushing the mental fluctuations of the angel.

He repeated the old trick, as if he was practicing the death-step Liuxing, Yuanshen stretched out a palm, and grabbed the seated angel Metatron.

"What is this!"

It is difficult for ordinary people to see the primordial spirit with their naked eyes.

But Metatron is an angel!

His eyes are the most intelligent eyes in the world.

His eyes, able to see into the details of everything, contain spiritual power comparable to that of a god.

If we talk about the strength angel just now, the power attribute has broken through 10 points, reaching the realm of gods.

Then.

Metatron's mental power attribute also broke through 10 points, entering the realm of gods.

In the eyes of Metatron.

Behind Ye Chonglou, who was as small as an ant, suddenly appeared a mountain-like figure, boundless and vast, covering the sky.

That's Ye Chonglou's primordial spirit!

Metatron looked up.

On the top of Ye Chonglou's primordial spirit, there are two suns, which are dazzling, supreme, exuding the breath of heaven.

"This is... this is..."

Metatron was horrified.

The giant eyes with hundreds of pupils shrank violently.

He saw two heavenly fruits.

What does it mean?

The seemingly rampant young human in front of him turned out to be a peerless powerhouse of the second heaven!

"Master Michael, this human being is a god..."

An angel wants to inform Michael of this horrific news.

Ye Chonglou, who is the second heaven, deliberately concealed it, but of course Michael couldn't see it.

"Have you found out?"

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

Ye Chonglou's primordial spirit was like the sky, standing in front of the angels.

Even though the spirit of the seated angel fluctuated, blocked by Ye Chonglou's Yuanshen, no news could be transmitted.

"I fought with you!"

The angel wants to resist desperately.

pity.

In the face of absolute power, he is as weak as an ant.

That was the strength when he killed Jim, and the current feeling was in extreme contrast.

Ye Chonglou grabbed the primordial spirit with his big hand, spit out the fire of the primordial spirit, and began to refine the angel.

".‖Um?"

Michael sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes in all directions.

His eight angelic eyes emitted an astonishing ray of light, and he looked towards the ring with great energy.

At this time.

He clearly saw a figure as vast as a god, refining the spiritual body of an angel.

"you……"

Michael froze.

Immediately, the expression on his paralyzed face changed dramatically, with horror and anger mixed together.

"Bold, you dare to kill God!?"

"God killing? A mere birdman dares to pretend to be a god!"

Ye Chonglou sneered, an angel of alchemy who does his own thing.

"It's too presumptuous, dare to murder the angel of our angel family."

Michael was about to attack Ye Chonglou to stop him from refining the angel.

A gray-haired figure stood in front of Michael.

"Qingdi, get out of the way!"

Michael shouted.

Emperor Qing said with a smile: "Michael, the rules of the game still have to be followed."

"They are on the ring, and the angels have not surrendered. You and I are both outside, how can we intervene?"

Michael's four faces were gloomy and watery.

"Qingdi, are you humans going to be enemies of the angel race?"

Qingdi is not threatened by the four kings of the angel clan.

"How come, the enemy is now, we can't mess up by ourselves."

Michael snorted coldly and said, "If you want our Angel Race to continue to cooperate with you, get out of here!"

Qingdi smiled and said: "Do you think the angel race has the qualifications to overturn the table?"

He slowly pointed outside.

An old man wearing a crown and a fine robe stood above the giant Leviathan whale.

It was the Pope!

The pope, who has lived for 700 years, is no longer a fanatical believer of the foolish and loyal angelic family.

Precisely.

The pope already believes in God, but not in the angel family.

Of course, the Pope did not promote this idea.

Even in the mind of the cardinal, the angel race is still equated with the gods.

Qingdi asked: "If you really want to overturn the table, can the old man and the Pope, plus the Emperor, kill you here?"

Michael glanced at the Pope in the distance, his face became more and more gloomy.

At last.

Michael gave up flipping the table and chose to swallow his anger.

Chapter 463 The Pope on a Thief Ship

"This Emperor Qing, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?"

The Pope outside the Leviathan Paradise couldn't help muttering.

He was called by Emperor Qing, but he didn't say what he was doing or why.

Just tell the Pope to stand guard outside the Leviathan Paradise without doing anything.

"You don't need to do anything, you can get a potion of the gods, why not do it?"

"But I knew that Qingdi, an old fox, would definitely hide a few of them if he was asked to refine the potion of the gods."

"Relying on Regius and Andre, the possibility of obtaining the potion of the gods and the artifact in the angel plan is really too small, so I can only promise the old guy Qingdi."

"Fortunately, this old guy only has half a year to live."

The pope had a lot of thoughts and could only wait outside the barrier.

What happens in Leviathan's heavenly barrier, the Pope cannot see.

"This Pope is so loyal and traitorous, I trust him in vain! He even gave him the right to use the firepower of the Angel Fortress, hehehe..."

Michael looked at the Pope outside the barrier, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

From this moment on, the goodwill towards the Holy See and the Pope has dropped to freezing point.

The Pope probably didn't think of it either.

He just made a stop outside Leviathan Paradise.

The thousand-year relationship between the Holy See and the Angel Race was ruined.

Qingdi roughly guessed what Michael was thinking, and a faint smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"Pope, Pope, the potion of the gods is not so easy to get."

"But I promised to give him a potion of the gods, which means that I lost one, and I have to make it up."

Immediately.

Emperor Qing continued to say to Michael: "Great angelic monarch, you see that I don't have much lifespan, and I want to leave a successor."

"Looking at the friendship between the old man and the angel clan, why not give the old man a potion of gods."

"you!"

Michael opened his eyes.

Why did you blackmail him!

Michael's face became more and more ugly, and his heart was overwhelmed.

Watching the angel being refined by others, that's all.

As the majestic four monarchs of the angel family, it can be said that they are the most powerful and powerful existence of Blue Star.

There is even a day of being blackmailed.

"I think you'd better agree with Emperor Qing."

At this time.

After refining the angels, Ye Chonglou stepped forward and stood side by side with Emperor Qing, forming an aura that oppressed Michael.