Chapter 1501 0 Years of Hatred (Part 2)
Uriel, who was nearest, obviously guessed something from the drastic change in his expression. whisper
Unfortunately, when she was about to raise her sword to interrupt, she discovered that at some point, Mephisto in front of her had turned into a phantom.
With a sword strike, the phantom Mephisto left behind gradually disappeared with a joking smile on his lips.
At the same time, Mephisto appeared behind, holding three forks in his hands, and an evil energy gathered in it crazily.
"Don't even think about it!"
Gabriel broke through the speed of light in an instant.
In less than a thousandth of a second, the sacred power spread across the sky, like a golden ocean.
The sword of judgment held high embodies brilliant divine power. whisper
Looking from a distance, the huge golden light penetrating the sky is just like the pillars holding up the sky in ancient legends.
"In the name of Gabriel, I sentence you to death!"
The golden lightsaber is like a heavenly sword, its scale cannot be described in words, as if it is a heavenly ruler used to measure the distance between the stars!
With a roar that shook the sea of clouds thousands of miles away, the Sword of Judgment headed towards Mephisto.
The sea of clouds boiled, and space and time wailed.
This sword can be described as shaking the world!
However, the moment the Sword of Judgment fell, Mephisto smashed three prongs into the ground at the same time. whisper
Rumble——!
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In an instant, pillars of fire from hell rose into the sky, and huge souls of injustice poured into the spirit world.
An ancient city made of endless bones and debris appeared in the spirit world in the form of a projection, and the immeasurable souls of injustice turned into dark clouds and enveloped the sky with a shrill roar.
The golden sword of judgment was like a river pouring down from the sky, about to drown Mephisto and other demons.
However, Cytorak's broken arm instantly recovered and transformed into a giant several hundred feet tall. His blood-red skin was covered with ferocious lines, and an extremely violent aura held up the sky.
"broken!"
Cytorak squeezed it with one hand, and tens of thousands of miles of space were compressed in his palm. whisper
The majestic golden sword of judgment was compressed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The entire time and space seemed to have been replaced, giving people a weird and indescribable feeling.
The sky was blood red, and there was a smelly wind blowing.
Wrong souls were wandering in the violent wind, and strong lava was gushing out, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur.
Looking up, there was an endless dark sky, dark clouds that looked like thick ink, countless corpses covered at the feet, and an aura of despair and pain permeated the world.
"Hell...projection!"
At this time, Gabriel looked quite ugly, with extreme anger in his golden eyes.
The expressions of the two archangels Raphael and Uriel also became equally ugly at this moment. They stared at Mephisto unkindly, as if they wanted to tear this guy into pieces. whisper
"Don't look at me with such a scary look."
Mephisto shrugged and said with a mean expression, "Who makes you three so strong? We can only summon hell projections to barely compete."
As mentioned before, the strength of the Hell Lord is related to the region in which she is located.
They have been away from hell for too long, and their strength has weakened to a certain extent, and they are simply unable to compete with the archangel. The failure of countless battles before in the human world also proved this point.
The only way to fight against the three archangels is to use the projection of hell, or the gate of hell.
In layman's terms, the hell projection summoned by Mephisto is equivalent to a field card that belongs only to them. As long as the effect of 'hell' is still there, they can exert all their power unscrupulously.
On the contrary, the angel's power will be suppressed by hell, and the advantages will naturally become prominent. whisper
Gabriel saw through this before and immediately stopped him.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.
"This is bad..." Raphael, who had been silent all this time, said with an ugly face: "We are trapped in the projection of hell, Lucifer... Damn it, we have all been fooled. !”
Gabriel glanced around and found that Lucifer was indeed not there, and his expression became even more ugly.
Their mission was to hold Lucifer back, but in the end, the protagonist escaped. Where did this make them feel?
"Do you think that a mere projection can stop us?" Gabriel said coldly, the pure white sword ignited a golden flame, and the sacred Seraph wings gathered together, covering his face and feet, slowly Flying slowly into the air.
"Tsk...this move again!"
Seeing this scene, Mephisto couldn't help but tsk, feeling troubled from the bottom of his heart, and said solemnly: "Be careful, she is going to get serious."
In fact, without her having to say anything, everyone knew that Gabriel was going to be serious.
After all, they have been fighting back and forth between hell and heaven for hundreds of thousands of years, and no one knows what the other party is capable of.
"Armageddon!"
As Gabriel's loud voice sounded, the atmosphere was suddenly enveloped in an atmosphere of terror.
Buzz!
!
A majestic invisible force tore apart the sky projected by hell. whisper
Immediately afterwards, above the collapsed canopy, a giant sword made entirely of pure gold and with gorgeous carvings suddenly appeared, floating quietly above 10,000 meters in the sky, with the blade pointing directly at the demons below.
Gabriel holds a pure white sword in both hands, standing with the sword in his hand, with a sacred and majestic expression.
The pure white sword was slowly raised, reaching between the eyebrows, and then dropped heavily.
"The Lord says you are guilty!"
“In the name of the all-knowing and all-powerful Father, I forgive your sins!”
The next moment, the huge golden sword fell, symbolizing the judgment of the world.
boom! boom! boom! whisper
In just a moment, the sword blade pierced through the layers of void, like a meteorite piercing the sky, falling with the force of destroying the heaven and the earth.
A trace of energy spilled out from it, like a stone thrown into calm water, set off endless turbulent waves in the atmosphere, bursting out with roars and roars that resounded across the sky!
Golden thunder flashed in the sky, and the strong winds howled like an apocalypse.
The dark sky split in half under the golden light, torn apart by the falling sword, and the world projected by hell was crumbling.
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On the jade-white stone staircase, Lucifer walked up step by step firmly.
Her speed is not fast, and every step is very calm, as if she is not in a hurry, as if she is taking a walk, leisurely and contented.
Every time you take a step, the stone steps behind you will break apart and fall towards the bottom of the sea of clouds.
Everywhere he walked was crumbling and destroyed.
It seemed like an instant, and it seemed like a long time passed, Lucifer finally stepped onto the last stone step.
Facing a huge fan-shaped platform, the cone-shaped Spirit King's Palace is directly above, within reach.
"That's it, Lucifer!"
A deep voice came, and Lucifer heard it and ran away.
Seven figures appeared at the same time. They were all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but they were covered in the same white feather fabric. There was a not strong but extremely pure murderous intention between their brows and eyes.
