Dark Soul Moon

The indifferent gaze swept over every angel, and that kind of ruthless gaze gave them, angels who should have no fear, a feeling of fear, as if they were being stared at by something terrible.

He raised his head and observed the progress of the phantom solidifying, the opponent was about to descend.

"..."

Ashes looked at the dark magic sword in his hand, and under his will, a large amount of abyssal darkness surged on the sword body, which was produced by forcibly squeezing the dark serpent sealed in the sword body.

However, the transformation efficiency of the sword body is too slow, so a large amount of erosive abyss darkness and extremely lethal abyss darkness are mixed together, and adhere to the surface of the sword body.

With a move of will, after stopping this squeezing behavior, Ashes held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and made a slashing gesture.

The angels immediately felt creepy.

Can't let the opponent swing this sword.

Their intuition is so clamoring.

Otherwise, they would definitely die, and even if they didn't die, they wouldn't be the ones who survived.

Flapping their wings vigorously, the figures of the angels rushed towards the ashes from all directions.

Under the crisis of life and death, their speed reached the limit.

"Die!"

Dozens of weapons condensed by holy light stabbed at Ashes.

Ashes' eyes were still indifferent, he just waved the magic sword in his hand casually.

Dark sword energy erupted from the sword, sweeping everything around.

And those angels happened to bump into Jian Qi head-on.

After the weapon of light in his hand touched the dark sword energy, it was completely destroyed.

After the sword energy swept across, all living objects around lost their lives.

The vegetation is withered, the flying insects are silent, and the land is gray.

Those angels are no exception.

Their bodies and souls turned into black mist and were swallowed by the magic sword.

Some lucky ones survived.

However, he felt that he would rather die than live.

The extremely corrosive darkness of the abyss was spreading across his body.

The holy wings were gradually blackened.

There was a red light in one eye, and a voice in his head kept saying something.

As the darkness spreads, the corrupted angel feels himself gradually losing his sense of self.

"Evil... believers!"

He shouted this sentence with all his strength.

Angel, lost his will.

A black mist rose from under his feet, covering his figure.

When the black mist dissipated, it was a monster.

At this moment, the holy wings turned into filthy and black tattered wings.

Lost sanity in both eyes, a scarlet light emerged, leaving only the desire to kill.

Strange and hideous limbs grew out of his body.

Not only the body is alienated by the abyss, but even the original sacred soul is polluted by the abyss.

"Roar!"

With an inhuman roar, the fallen angel flapped its tattered wings, trying to attack the only living thing in front of him—the ash.

Before Ashes could counterattack, the fallen angel's figure was covered by endless feathers of light.

Archangel, Michael officially descended.

Flapping his wings, Michael in the sky did not choose to attack Ashes immediately after his arrival.

Every time he flaps his wings, a sacred lightsaber will condense behind him.

The lightsaber pierced the fallen angel's body, nailing it firmly to the ground.

Even so, the deformed angel still did not die.

He roared, and then spat out dark spells from his mouth.

A sword of light condensed in Michael's hand, and then he threw it hard, and the dark spell was scattered by the sword of light.

The blade pierced into the brain of the distortion angel, and after that, the blade exploded.

The Holy Light destroys the head of the fallen angel.

Looking at the headless angel's body, Michael remained silent.