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Chapter 813 Fallen Angel

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    "Gods are not sacred, but I am supreme"

    The ancient divine words echoed in the quiet small room, and the hoarse and erratic voice uttered from Eric's mouth. The palm was inserted into Vol'jin's chest, and a strange force was born in Eric's crumbling body.  Behind him was a shadow of a lion, like a king, high above, looking down on everything, its golden pupils were full of arrogance, as if it didn't take anything into its eyes, including gods, its heart was only arrogance without reverence.

    Roar, black smoke swirled around, lion hair fluttered wantonly, the lion full of pride and evil stared at Vol'jin, and let out its own roar, it was at this moment, the remaining power in Vol'jin's god body began to be suppressed.  Rick devours.

    "I forge my body with the flesh and blood of the gods, and condense my will with the remnant soul of the gods. I am the gods."

    The ancient divine words echoed naturally, it seemed that Eric was chanting, and it seemed that it came from a distant time and space. The sacred breath was no longer there, and a depraved and filthy force began to emerge from Eric's body. This is from the  In the fallen ritual of ancient times, angels broke their wings.

    With the continuous influx of power, Eric's exhausted body quickly regained its vitality, and possessed extraordinary magic, while the corresponding divine body left by Wojin began to fade away from the sacred brilliance and become ordinary.

    The flesh and blood dried up. At a certain moment, Eric directly dug out Vol'jin's heart. At the same time, Vol'jin's god body turned into fly ash and disappeared. Without the sacred essence, the god's body would also rot.

    Bang, his eyes were stained with evil purple, and with his palms hard, Eric directly crushed Wojin's heart, absorbing the last bit of divine essence.

    The power was boiling, the palms were stained with divine blood, and the arms were bent abnormally. At this moment, Eric held his withered angel wings and tore them from his body.

    Tsk, flesh and blood, uprooted, this is not only a physical separation, but also an abandonment of the extraordinary essence, painful to the marrow.

    Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The dark degenerate power converging into flames scorching the body and soul.  The sacred goes down.

    The flames of depravity burned blazingly, and his flesh and blood melted. Eric soon became unrecognizable, and in the process, his remaining sacred essence was also burned completely.

    "It seems that the ceremony went well."

    Looking at Eric who was melted by the fallen flames, Sean spoke, and a flash of interest flashed in his azure blue pupils.

    "It is rumored that the falling ceremony of the angel's wing breaking is related to the sixth pillar of hell, the Lord of Pride, Lucifer. He deliberately stayed in the Boya Great World in order to lure those angels to betray their own gods."

    The deep voice sounded, and Sigger spoke, but he talked about the source of this depraved ritual.

    Hearing this, Morel also became somewhat interested.

    "Could it be that the arrogant lord is really a fallen angel?"

    In the past years, there was a saying that Lucifer, the Lord of Pride, was a king of angels who fell and entered hell, but it was just a guess, and there was no clear evidence.

    Hearing this, Sigger shook his head, and he didn't know about it, and at this time, Eric's transformation had reached a critical moment.

    The flesh and blood melted, condensed into a ball, wrapped in corrupted flames, and continued to expand. At a certain moment, the fleshy ball burst, and the breath of corruption filled the air, and Eric's body emerged from it.

    Naked, with fair skin, smooth muscle lines, perfect body proportions, three meters tall, eyes of reincarnation in the pupils, two curved horns on the forehead, and a pair of jet-black wings on the back,  There are fallen flames burning on it, and under the pair of wings, there are two dark marks, which represent the wings that have not yet grown.

    From an angel to a fallen angel, Eric lost his sacred essence, but he also broke away from the shackles of the gods, and he has the possibility of being promoted to the seventh level, and this is for the Erics who have swallowed up the remaining power and essence of Wojin  Saying is not a distant topic.

    Hum, the strength converged and returned to normal. There were traces of purple in the dark eyes, and the corrupted black flames burned, weaving a black robe, and Eric knelt down in front of Sean on one knee.

    "Thank you, Your Majesty."

    Although the essence is Ymir, but what he thinks and does is still Eric.

    Seeing such a scene, an undisguised smile appeared on Sean's face. The matter has finally come to a successful conclusion.

    In the depths of the ocean, a wide-ranging battle is going on,The terrifying power was displayed wantonly, and the two sides in the fight were the sea god, the ancient dragon, Ural, and the Lord of Storms.

    All of them showed their mythological postures, the double-headed dragons and the elemental giants were constantly fighting, one after another terrifying divine arts were born in their hands, the two sides had victories, but generally speaking, the ancient dragons who occupy the geographical advantage still occupy the place.  certain advantages.

    "finished?"

    Upon receiving the news, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and once again a powerful force erupted to temporarily repel the ancient Jiaoren. The Storm Lord immediately withdrew and retreated without hesitation.

    Seeing such a scene, guessing what happened, his face was gloomy like water, and he uttered an angry dragon roar. The ancient Jiaoren did not stop him again.  The battle has lost its meaning.

    Roar, hidden in the depths of the sea, the ancient Jiaoren did not stay any longer. He wanted to make some preparations in advance for the severe situation that may come next.  As guessed, it has fallen.

    At the moment when Wojin was in distress, he was ready to go to support as agreed, but was stopped by the storm lord who came suddenly, so that he lost the chance of rescue, and judging from the current situation, Wojin is very  There may have been an accident, and the loss of this powerful ally will make his next situation more difficult.

    Of course, if Vol'jin really died, it wouldn't be any good for him, at least he wouldn't have to pay back his debts.

    At the same time, in the deep darkness of the unknown void, an ancient will quietly revived.

    Hum, the fiery red light blended with the darkness, and two red suns suddenly appeared in this dark place.

    "It's a pity, a pity, a pity that Woking died and the little toy was taken away."

    The ancient will was awakened, and when it realized something, it sighed three regrets. At this moment, the two red suns became dim.

    "Borrowing the power of the sword of Damocles and being killed by others, what a waste."

    "But it's not without gains. At least He verified the feasibility of external theocracy for me. Although he failed to take the last step, with his previous experience, the next experiment will go much smoother. From this point of view  He is also a rare talent."

    The crimson sun shines on the void, as if observing something.

    "Pity."

    It's a pity again, the ancient will fell silent again, and at the same time, the two red suns were completely dimmed and merged with the darkness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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