blood sacrifice

All the way from the first heaven to the fifth heaven, the wind and sun are everywhere, and the flowers are reborn, and it is quiet as if there is no human habitation. If the first heaven at the border with the demon realm is like this, that’s all. It’s not considered prosperous there, but the second heaven The fourth and fifth heavens are different, it is almost the center of the entire God's Domain.

The ranks of the angels are neither too high nor too low, so although the concept of hierarchy is serious, it is not so obvious there. It is a rare paradise in the God's Domain. Did you see me?

Rong Ye couldn't help feeling vigilant, didn't it mean that Xiao and his team had planned for a long time to come to the God and Demon Continent one step ahead of them? , What exactly happened makes people puzzled. To have such abilities, either the strength is so high that people don't even have a chance to fight back, and they can kill instantly, or they are really peaceful and peaceful.

Compared with the latter, Rong Ye believes in the possibility of the former more at this moment.

The calm air was accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, but it was nothing more than that, without the breath of a living person, just as silent as death.

Rong Ye couldn't help frowning, such a large-scale instant kill, such a strength is no longer a question of whether to resist or not, but a fact that the fish on the sticky board is powerless.

There was a wave of fluctuation in the air, it was an angel that was almost crimson, blood dripping from top to bottom seemed to crawl out of a heap of blood, when seeing Melting Ye, he was shocked for a moment, followed by the silence of death, Roaring and rushing forward desperately.

Before anyone approached, the spiritual power surged violently, strong but not sharp, and there were waves of ripples in the air, but it was enough to shock him back again and again, knocking the weapon in his hand into the air.

"If you want to kill, you can kill, but you are just a lowly bastard who is willing to degenerate. Don't return to my clan to show off your power just because you rely on the power you got from falling into the sky. You are also worthy!"

Even if they fall in a mess, even if there is no good place on their bodies, the protoss are the protoss, they are still proud, claiming to be noble and uncommon, sacred and inviolable, and sometimes they can't even understand where their persistence and self-confidence come from. Invincible and indomitable.

The visitor looked sideways, looked at Rong Ye disdainfully from the corner of his eyes, and when he finished, he did not forget to spit.

"Presumptuous!" Before Rong Ye could open his mouth, Qi, who could not be driven away no matter what he had been in the imaginary world, followed Rong Ye not far or near, angrily yelled.

The seriously injured angel was obviously caught off guard by the roar and couldn't react in time. He stared blankly at Rong Ye, whose indescribable deterrence and aura slowly ooze from the inside out, and Rong Ye just lowered his eyes expressionlessly. , Looking down at the angel who fell on the ground, his face was as usual, calm and unwavering, as if he didn't mind those offensive words, or they didn't listen to them at all.

"You, you are..."

The angel looked at Rong Ye vigilantly and excitedly, his voice was trembling, and his eyes moved up and down, but when he saw Qi Shi behind Rong Ye, he was shocked. If twins are too similar, it is easy to get married Make a mistake, but Qi, the head of the chief angel group under the God of War, will make a mistake?

The ecstasy in his eyes broke out in an instant, and he knelt down on the ground excitedly, not caring about the pain and embarrassment at the moment: "Master God of War, you are finally back! I knew you would never abandon Down with us!"

Speaking ironically, in order to embrace the sacred, noble and inviolable image of God of War in the hearts of the Protoss, the archangels unanimously decided to pour all the dirty water on the body of the "Seven Highness Melting Night", so even if the Protoss experienced ups and downs and subversive upheavals so far Still firmly believe.

The God of War is invincible, it is the symbol of absolute power, status and honor, it is an eternal monument in the hearts of the Protoss, unrestrained, selfless and righteous, it is the firm and indelible barrier of the Protoss to rely on, so as long as It is this name, it doesn't matter who it is, what is important is that it can bring glory, stability, victory and dignity to the Protoss.

"What happened." Rong Ye looked down at the seriously injured angel from above, it was a deterrent and domineering force that King's Landing could not ignore.

"Not long ago, there was a sound of fighting outside the heavenly steps. The subordinates felt strange, so they went to have a look with some wise angels who were still in the fifth heaven, but they didn't find anything unusual. We all felt strange and decided to search around, but still didn't find anything. There are clues." Angel frowned, trying to recall the tragedy that was too late to react.

"But when we go back to the Fifth Heaven, everything has changed. The relatives and friends who were talking and joking just now died or were injured. , alive-"

As if he suddenly thought of something, the angel roared with his eyes wide open, his face covered in blood was indescribably ferocious: "It's all him! That jerk! It's fine if you degenerate yourself, do you still want my clan to die?" Bury him with him! As an Archangel, you don’t perform your duties, and you are willing to degenerate, self-defeating, and go to warm the bed for the enemy, the enemy!!”

"Bah! Shameless bastard, he deserves to be thrown away when he gets tired of playing, and now he is running back to show off in front of us, what are his seven angels! If he was not born so that he can be ranked among the archangels, Why is he! Just relying on his self-willed and depraved face?!"

"Presumptuous! That's His Highness the Sixth Highness, this is His Seventh Highness." Qi coldly reprimanded, "The God of War is His Seventh Highness, not His Sixth Highness."

The angel's eyes were straightened, and he looked at Rong Ye and Qi unresponsively, as if he had heard something strange like the Arabian Nights. Of course, Rong Ye didn't expect him to understand anything, and the world could not pry into the whole story. Why bother talking.

He used to care about what outsiders think of him, about these rumors, about the eyes of the world, because he used to give almost everything he had for these people, he didn't pray for forgiveness and acceptance, he just hoped not to be seriously injured, but it was also because he cared All injuries, we avoid just because we are injured.

But now, these are all dispensable existences. It doesn’t matter whether he is the God of War, the scum of the same clan, or whether he will be spurned and hated. He has found someone who is willing to cherish himself, and he has found someone who is also willing to do something for himself. A person who bears the eyes of the world and gives up the vanity of life.

"Lead the way." Rong Ye calmly ordered.

The angel made an order, and the red-eyed anger dispelled the little bit of curiosity and confusion, and he was obliged to lead the way. Because of the serious injury, even if he resisted flying, the speed was not fast. Rong Ye followed quickly, without Not even the slightest fall, nor did anyone discover the secret that he couldn't spread his wings again.

The great tragedy of life is tantamount to the fratricide between parents and brothers. One second, he was a sweet-talking lover, and the next second he was a cold corpse lying under his hands. The former friends, who received more unforgettable love, disappeared with a knife in their hands. There is no existence, the dead are unconscious, but for the living, it is endless torture.

"No!!" The angel leading the way let out a stern roar, and the eight blood-stained wings flapped quickly, but it was too late to stop the long sword slash, and the flesh and blood flew across the knife to die in two.

Seeing their close relatives being killed by their true love, how many people can be calm, how many people can simply distinguish between love and hate.

"Why! What are you doing! Do you know what you're doing—" Before the words fell, a sword pierced through the heart and killed all subsequent questioning, all panic, all grief and indignation, and looked at the chest in astonishment. With the broken blood hole in front of him, he could only close his eyes helplessly, thinking about the unsolvable questions in this life.

And this is more than just this scene?

The tangy sweetness, the heart-piercing screams and cries, death is not scary, and there is nothing to be afraid of, but the despair that died at the hands of the person you trust the most is a sore that cannot be healed in life, and will not be healed because of time. But the lightening is just precipitated and festered because of the years, and it cannot be detached.

This is the legion of the undead, the souls of those who have died through the ages, for one reason or another, have not passed away, the same appearance as in life, only the empty and dim eyes witness that they are still dead In fact, there are even many melting nights that can still be named.

It's just that it belongs to others at this moment, how can we distinguish between friends and enemies? Enemies who once slaughtered each other at the expense of jade and stone have now become comrades-in-arms, and relatives and friends who have vowed to defend the moment of peace at the expense of sacrifice have become enemies, raising their swords again However, what the sword is facing is the persistence and protection of the past.

It is indeed a drama that he loves to hear and see!

The spiritual power quickly travels through the whole body, from a trickle to a turbulent wave, violently turbulent, shocking waves in the air that can be described as turbulent waves, and the abundant spiritual power is continuously overflowing and conveying, no matter Be it weapons, vegetation or menacing puppet warriors, all were blown away by this powerful force.

The angels who hadn't recovered from the mutation looked back dully, their desperate eyes looked haggard, their ashen faces were lifeless, and the only difference from those puppets might be that they were blind to kill people when they saw them.

The three-foot green edge came out of its sheath clangingly. It was not the long sword that Rong Ye used to, but a sharp edge made of high-density spiritual power materialized and gathered. The dazzling silver light made people unable to look directly at it. The sword energy was the sharp edge. Fend off the enemy invisible, and reach ten thousand with one sword.

He didn't care if there were any comrades in the army who had been through life and death with him, and didn't care if there was any loyalty in the battlefield that he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself to protect his melting night. The moment he stepped on the battlefield to confirm his position, he couldn't help hesitating. And hesitation, this is the consensus of all fighters who have experienced life and death and climbed out of the dead.