Chapter 1015 King Fights 4 Wings
Over the years, Jia Lan has done a lot of things like spreading faith to weaker tribes, including the human race.
This has never happened before.
The four hundred angels he left behind were only to temporarily intimidate the thirty thousand elders.
In his expectation, as long as the spread of faith was on the right track and the 30,000 elderly people group had tasted the sweetness, there would be no need to continue to intimidate.
At that time, the four hundred angel subordinates can be called back.
This planet, where God's grace first came, has faith in the angels...
In order to show the power of the angels, Jia Lan even took out a large number of demigod-level divine power scrolls...
At this moment, Jia Lan was filled with rage. To him, the death of four hundred of his capable subordinates in the place where the grace of God first came to the human race was a great shame and humiliation!
If the news gets out, even those two-winged demigod angels will laugh at him in secret!
"Human race, no matter who you are, no matter what method you use to kill my Jialan angel, you will be torn into pieces!"
Jia Lan's voice echoed and swept directly into Daxia and toward Zhongzhou...
The terrifying sound waves caused the land to shake, and the endless flying snow turned into ice slag...
When the voice fell, he had already arrived above Zhongzhou.
At this moment, in front of the writer king, the map of the forbidden outer world was flowing with blue fluorescence and dark vitality, as if it contained a million living beings.
The sound waves rolled up the writer king's white hair, revealing his sharp face and his white beard dancing wildly.
His black armor rustled, and the old man raised his hand and shook it forward: "Map of the Realm!"
The map of the world immediately flew into the fingers of the writer, the king. The next moment, a large and flamboyantly written character appeared in the void with a casual stroke of the old man's hand... Town!
The word "Zhen", which contained tremendous vitality, instantly dissipated into the void, and endless inexplicable rules surged and spread out in all directions.
In an instant, the earth tremors that covered a million miles of Daxia and were formed by the four-winged angel’s divine power suddenly calmed down.
The calligrapher king wrote again, and the word "wind" condensed in the air, and then turned into majestic rules.
The wind blew between heaven and earth.
It's not a cold wind, but an extraordinary wind.
Endless vitality evolved into wind elements and turned into a terrifying gust of wind, covering the sky and the sun.
An unknown number of wind blades were contained in it, but they condensed in an instant between heaven and earth, covering the sky, as if the end of the world had come.
The terrifying sound of the wind instantly drowned out the lingering voice of the angel.
The four-winged angel Jia Lan came over and rolled away.
At the same time, two wind rules turned into wind wings and appeared behind the Book King. His weathered figure slowly took off into the sky.
At this moment, the old man was exuding an overwhelming domineering aura. He looked down at the entire Chinese land and also looked at the four-winged angel.
In the old man's eyes, there is only endless fighting spirit!
Jia Lan waved his hand, and a huge curtain of light cut through the entire Zhongzhou, as if the entire world was divided.
The space there was cut into cracks, blocking the endless wind outside.
Jia Lan paused, floating in the air, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared.
He looked across at the elderly people who were as tall as him in the snowy night.
"The book is the king?" Jia Lan's eyes showed enlightenment, as if he finally understood something.
"No wonder my four hundred subordinates died. How dare you, as the king of the human race, personally intervene in the affairs of a low-level extraordinary civilization?"
It's incredible.
The human race is weak, and over millions of years, the once endless strategic resources have been divided up layer by layer.
Now in the ninth battlefield, several great kings of the human race have almost given their all.
Only then can the existence of the human race be barely guaranteed.
Unexpectedly, a human king.
He actually descended upon a low-level supernatural civilization in person for such a trivial matter...
"Jia Lan, in the Ten Thousand Races Contract, Article 1921 states that in the Ten Thousand Races battlefield, before the tribe's protective army is defeated, if a demigod or above being invades another tribe's world without authorization, the entire tribe will be implicated and will be condemned by all the tribes!"
The writer's voice reflects the vicissitudes of life of the king, and every word is sonorous and powerful.
The Contract of All Races can bind all races, and the top race, the Angel Race, is no exception.
Among all the races, there have always been attacks on each other. The angel race is not the only top race, there are also many top races that are hostile to the angel race.
The words of the Book King made the four-winged angel Galan's expression freeze.
He went to great lengths to spread his faith from human to human, so he must have been wary.
It is not as simple as saying that all races will discuss this together. What if it is really exposed by the king who wrote the book?
Even though he is a four-winged angel and has the hope of becoming a god... by then, his clan will certainly kill him in order to quell the anger of all clans!
This kind of thing has happened frequently in history.
Just like Emma, the strongest space expert who was just killed by humans.
Even Emma's former husband, the human king Duke, could not escape death.
When it comes to the survival of the entire race, even the human race, which has always been indecisive, can be so decisive, let alone the angel race, which has always been known for its cruelty?
At this moment, murderous intent emerged in Jia Lan's eyes.
"If you stay in the Ninth Battlefield peacefully, due to the constraints of the tribe, I, as a four-winged angel, cannot easily come and kill you!"
Jia Lan sneered: "You are courting death!"
"For tens of thousands of years, countless angelic demigods have wanted to take my head, and you, Jia Lan, are not the first one!"
The king who wrote the book said no more, and the map on which his finger pointed suddenly emitted a bright green light.
He wrote quickly in the air, and the word "kill" was formed in an instant!
At this moment, the terrifying golden rules suddenly came from all directions of the world.
Compared with the previous strokes of the King's pen, the rules this time were more intense, and instantly increased by more than a hundred times.
The gold elements in the entire Zhongzhou were drained away in an instant, and then the gold rules of the entire Daxia surged and came rapidly...
With the world map as the center, there seemed to be an invisible force forcibly extracting.
It instantly spread beyond Daxia and to the entire earth...
An ocean of gold elements formed in the sky above the entire Zhongzhou, causing huge waves to roll in.
In an instant, a monstrous sword was formed, and it suddenly slashed down at the four-winged angel Jia Lan!
This sword was like the creation of heaven and earth. A spatial crack a hundred miles long spread out in space, revealing the nothingness outside the world...
boom!
The light curtain barrier that Jia Lan had released casually before was like paper and was immediately cut through by a sword.
The overwhelming sword intent, with unstoppable force, slashed towards Jia Lan's head...
At this moment, a hint of solemnity also appeared in Jia Lan's eyes.
He waved his hand and took out a cross sword. Endless divine patterns flowed, forming a series of phantoms of angels.
One of the shadows suddenly grew six wings on its back!
A shadow of a quasi-god!
Even though it was just a phantom, the level of life it exuded far surpassed that of a four-winged angel.
As Jia Lan raised his sword to block, the shadow of the six-winged angel transformed into a giant, stretched out his hand to grab the golden sword.
Click!
The palm of the six-winged angel's phantom shattered, and then the head was hit by the golden giant sword.
There was another cracking sound, and the entire phantom cracked and shattered like a giant ceramic.
At the same time, a crack appeared on the demigod-level cross sword in Jia Lan's hand.
boom!
The next moment, the golden giant sword fell on the cross sword, instantly widening the crack, and then, the demigod-level cross sword was broken in half!
At this moment, the four-winged angel Jia Lan retreated violently, and the golden giant sword, close to the tip of his nose, slashed down.
When the golden giant sword dissipated, a drop of golden blood flowed out from the tip of his nose.
Jia Lan's face was already pale, and he looked at the broken sword in his hand with even more heartache.
"Among the five kings, the Book Master is the weakest. Why did your attack reach the strength of a quasi-god?"
"Is it the pen in your hand, the legendary taboo of the human race...?"
"I understand!"
The next moment, Jia Lan seemed to be relaxed again like an angel.
"Bookkeeper, with such a high level of sacrifice in battle, how many strikes can you make with the forbidden object?"
