Fashen GL

The archangel laughed wildly: "It's useless, in front of God, you can only die in humility!" He swung the big sword, pointed at Dumbledore, and said: "And the absolute domain can't interact with each other!" you!"

Anderson's eyes were red, and he glared at the archangel. He gasped and said, "Even if I die, I won't let you go!"

The archangel was about to make a sarcasm, but countless vines suddenly protruded from the ground, and the thick and long vines wrapped around his wrist in an instant. While he was still struggling, the vines had already wrapped him up like several giant pythons.

"Quick!" A magister wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's now!"

Another magician immediately understood, and a huge ice spear appeared in the air: "Shoot!"

The spear was like a long arrow, directly poking at the archangel's chest, and Anderson immediately understood that a flaming meteorite had already appeared in the air and smashed at the archangel!

Boom~!There was another explosion, and the vines flew wildly. People were staring at the position of the archangel, waiting for the death of the archangel!

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!" The archangel's roar resounded through the sky, like a mad dog barking: "I want to kill you all, kill you all immediately!"

After the gunpowder smoke passed, the archangel reappeared in front of people's eyes in a state of embarrassment, but several pieces of feathers on the wings flew off, and even a lot of hair was cut off.

The archangel looked at the magicians with fierce eyes, and said murderously: "There should be no magicians in this world!" Before he finished speaking, he turned into an afterimage again and rushed directly to Dumbledore!Before, he was full of jokes and wanted to kill them one by one like a cat playing with a mouse, but now he found that he had obviously underestimated these magicians.Even if the goddess of nature no longer protects them, their cooperation with each other is really hard to guard against. Therefore, it is better to capture the king and kill Dumbledore first!

In fact, the archangel didn't want Dumbledore's life. After all, that might arouse the resistance of magicians from all over the continent to the Holy See, and both sides would suffer.But the archangel thought, if all these holy wizards and magisters are killed, these problems will no longer exist, because there will be no magicians who can compete with the Holy See!

At that time, the Holy See family will dominate, and the Holy See's dominance of nature means that the God of Light will dominate. At that time, the Dark God will have nothing to fear, he is just a clown huddled in hell!

Boom~!A stone wall suddenly appeared in front of Dumbledore, and the archangel, who couldn't avoid it, hit it!

The gravel splashed, and several vines wrapped around the archangel's body again, and then a series of wind blades shot at the archangel's wings!

"Oh~!" The archangel let out a scream, a pair of wings were torn apart, and blood spattered.

"Praise to the Light!" The archangel shouted ferociously, his huge body suddenly glowed bright white light, and the original broken wound healed quickly. He held a big sword and shouted: "Bright Glory!" Power emanates from him!

"Kill!" The Archangel of Light looked coldly at the magicians!

The huge lightsaber gathered from his hands, then soared into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky of Aurowens, and then the lightsaber fell, and the huge energy directly slashed towards Andre and others!

Boom~!The huge sword energy extended inward along the gate of the Royal Academy of Magic to the back mountain.A 20-meter-deep crack splits the Academy of Magic into two!

"Puff~puff~!" Andre was thrown into the air. Although he avoided it, his lungs were injured by the huge shock wave. He even vomited two mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground with difficulty breathing.

Despair appeared in Andre's eyes. He forgot that the most powerful thing in light magic is healing. Such an archangel can stand up again and again even if they beat him to death.

The air was filled with dust and the smell of blood. Unknown how many people died after this sword strike, and the absolute domain was already shattered.

Flapping the wings of the archangel, standing under the bright moon like a god, he proudly said: "Only the God of Light is the truly great God!" Then the great sword fell again.

Boom~!It was another shock wave. People closed their eyes instinctively, but found that the burning smell had disappeared for a long time, so they opened their eyes involuntarily.

One, a crooked body standing in front of Anderson and the others, is Dumbledore, Master Dumbledore!

For some reason, the surviving magicians couldn't help but shed tears when they looked at the master. This old man, who was nearly seventy years old, tried to use his spine to support the archangel's sword energy.

"Royal, the Royal Academy of Magic, no...no desecration!" The barrier in front of Dumbledore appeared and disappeared, but stubbornly held down the sword energy of the archangel.

"Master Dumbledore!" Someone shouted in pity.

"Master!" Countless magicians shouted.

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and then his whole body rose sharply. He straightened his spine and bounced off the entire magic barrier.

With a bang, the archangel was repelled a few steps by the rebounding force. After flapping its wings a few times, it stared at Dumbledore: "You really don't want to live!"

"The dignity of a magician cannot be desecrated!" Dumbledore shouted vigorously: "I, Dumbledore, have dedicated my whole life to the Academy of Magic, and I must maintain its dignity even if I die!"

"You actually take this as your belief, no wonder magicians are disgusting existences!" The archangel sneered, and then said: "Then let me end your belief!"

"You are not allowed to bully the dean!" Suddenly, a student stood in front of Dumbledore's hunched body, and stretched out his hands to protect Dumbledore's body.

"Yes, you are not allowed to bully our dean!" More students rushed out to stand with that student, and in just a short while, hundreds of people gathered together.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The archangel sneered, "Anyone who disobeys my order...kill! None! Forgive me!"

"Die, let's all die together!" Some students shouted.

"Yes, I will defend our dean to the death!"

"Children..." Dumbledore's old tears said: "You, you..." He could no longer speak, and broke down in tears.

As Dumbledore's old tears fell, a group of young magicians fell into crying.

The archangel was unmoved, and slowly raised the great sword in his hand again, and once again displayed the coercion on his body.

"Wait!" With a clear voice, a young man in golden armor stood beside the students. He held a long sword at his waist and looked at the archangel and said, "If you just want to kill me, the future magician of the Laurentian Empire, For elites and Master Dumbledore, just strike in front of His Highness!"

The archangel narrowed his eyes, looked at him and said, "It seems that you really want to toast!"

"If you kill innocent people in vain, what good will it do for me, Laurencia?" The crown prince said without fear of the other party's threats: "Magicians are the foundation of my military empire. I am afraid that such a loss would be too much for my father." I can't bear it, if I want to die, my Highness will sacrifice my life for my life!"

"What a life-for-life!" the archangel said coldly.

"Master Archangel, please calm down, the crown prince is not unreasonable!" These words were spoken by Augustine.

The Archangel turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, only to see Augustine coughing: "We can't fight against an empire, otherwise..." He didn't continue, but changed the subject: "Our purpose seems to be It's not Master Dumbledore, it's that Demon Mage!"

As soon as he said this, the Archangel suddenly looked at Angel who was lying on the ground recklessly, and said immediately: "Okay, let's leave this matter alone, but this person must be handed over to us!" The Archangel pointed Angel Road.

"no!"

"Okay!" The voices of two people appeared at the same time.

Dumbledore and the crown prince glanced at each other, and the crown prince looked at Angel, then gritted his teeth and said, "Master Dumbledore, don't fight any more, Angel...she can only rely on herself, I can't let the empire lose you, the mainstay!"

Sadness reappeared in Dumbledore's eyes. He looked at Angel for a long time, and finally sighed: "In the final analysis, I was wrong!" , He deeply regretted it at this moment, if he accepted Harry's idea and went with him to find the temple of the Goddess of Nature, maybe the magicians would not be unprotected, and he would not be so incompetent and unable to save Angel.

To put it bluntly, this feeling of incompetence severely hurt the hearts of a generation of masters!

Hope, the hope of the Dharma God has been handed over to the enemy in this way, which is almost no different from insulting one's own beliefs!

A sarcastic smile appeared on Augustine's face. He walked towards Angel, as if he saw a dead man, this man, this man pulled himself off the throne, and threw himself into shame in front of everyone and the God of Light.

Augustine clenched his fists involuntarily. He had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and he hoped that he could kill this scourge with his own hands!

Following his footsteps, people's eyes all focused on him. He missed this moment, because when he was the pope, people paid so much attention to him and admired him!

Anderson got up from the ground and looked at Augustine's posture with grief and anger. At this time, Augustine looked like a proud peacock, and the magician himself was like a defeated man, accepting the treatment of losing power and humiliating the country!

"Should we just let them kill Angel like this?" Andre was not reconciled, did he give up his previous efforts like this?

Dumbledore: "Well, if we are still under the protection of the Goddess of Nature, she must have a chance to survive; if the Goddess of Nature really abandons us..." He really couldn't continue.

But when he finished saying this sentence, a sudden change occurred!

When Augustine knelt down and was about to pinch Angel's neck, Angel's hand suddenly stretched out, and then he grabbed his hand and dragged him forward, stabbing his neck with his left hand!

Grunt, grunt grunt...

Augustine instinctively covered his neck, and he found that something seemed to flow out of his neck.

Opening his eyes wide, Augustine found that Angel was looking at him coldly, and there was an awl made of ice in his hand, which was stained with blood.

"Cure, cure!" White light radiated from Augustine's body, but Angel's hand moved again!

Holding down his shoulders, he stabbed hard into his abdominal cavity. Angel's voice was cold and shrill: "This healing technique can't save you either!"

A generation of popes died...